There is only one monk inn opened by the Chen family in Heishui Town, but there are five spirit stones a day there, so Fang Han can't afford to live there.

The reason why monk inn is much more expensive than ordinary inns.

In addition to the fact that these inns have some deep backgrounds, where monks are protected and recuperated, there is basically no need to worry about danger, there is another main reason that there is a small spiritual gathering array in the monk inn, which can gather the nearby spiritual energy of the heaven and earth for tenants to practice.

Fang Han could not afford to stay in the monks' inn, he could only live in the inn of mortals.

In the inn.

Fang Han swallowed the healing pill again, and then held a spirit stone in his hand.

Close your eyes again and enter into meditation.

Continuously circulate your skills to repair injuries in your meridians and body.

Fang Han’s current martial arts are the most common basic martial arts in the world of immortal cultivation, Qi Practice.

You can only practice to the third level of Qi training.

But the advantage is that there will be no problem when you switch to any exercises in the future.

There are spiritual pills and spirit stones. The conditions for healing injuries here are much better than those in the mountains and forests.

His injuries are constantly recovering.

Half a month later, Fang Han was almost done.

"I finally have some self-protection."

Fang Han opened his eyes and shone with brilliance.

He practiced Qi for one level, and the spells mastered by the original owner were only fireball techniques and wind control techniques, but they were all small-scale fire.

In addition, he also mastered a combat skill called the Tiger Power Sword Technique.

Everything else is gone.

"I'm doing so miserable things, no wonder I was killed in just one blow." Fang Han shook his head.

He pondered for a while.

Then he walked out of the inn and headed towards the market for the cultivators in Heishui Town.

The market in Heishui Town is very small because it was opened by the Chen family in recent years.

So the scale is still very small.

At this time, Fang Han had already put on a green satin robe and walked straight into the market.

The market in the world of immortal cultivation is actually similar to those street stalls and night markets on the earth.

But there are two ways to trade.

One is to exchange things for things, which means that the cultivator takes out some things he does not need and exchanges what he needs urgently.

This causes these people to set up stalls for several days without successfully trading an item.

The other one is the most common one, which is sold with spirit stones.

These things on the market are often complicated, all-inclusive, and even many second-hand and damaged ones.

Of course, there will also be fakes and parallel goods, it depends on your eyesight and price.

This is also an important feature of the difference between merchants and stores in Fangcheng City.

Fang Han walked around and found that a lot of people in this market were for exchange.

And he had nothing to do with, and he could exchange it.

But long-term insight is also good.

He turned for a while.

Come to a stall.

The stall is filled with spiritual medicine seeds and spiritual valley seeds.

Fang Han's eyes lit up.

When I was in the Chen shop, I was injured, hungry and tired. In order to avoid the long nights, I sold Qingxincao and left.

The experiment he had always wanted to conduct was to try whether the seeds of the Spiritual Medicine Spirit Valley could be born in the spiritual field of the Immortal Palace Cave Heaven.

Because my predecessor collected herbs all year round and liked pharmacology, he also had a lot of research on spiritual herbs and medicines.

So Fang Han could see at a glance.

The stalls are basically the seeds of first-level spiritual medicine.

"Purple Yang Grass, Ice Spirit Grass, Hookah Root, Red Blood Grass, Fengxing Grass..."

Fang Han casually called out the seeds of several kinds of spiritual medicine.

The stall owner glanced at him in surprise.

Most monks can distinguish the spiritual herbs and elixirs from the growing spiritual herbs.

But just seeds are not necessarily the case.

"Fellow Taoist is also a spiritual planter?" asked the stall owner.

"I understand a little." Fang Han nodded.

"Since fellow Taoists are also spiritual planters, we should know that the spiritual medicine seeds here are basically those that are easy to manage and survive and have a lack of strict requirements on the environment."

"It can be harvested and sold in more than ten years, and there is a lot of demand."

"For the sake of the spiritual planting husband, a first-level spiritual medicine seed will be sold to you as a low-grade spiritual stone. What do you think?" the stall owner said.

A playful smile appeared on Fang Han's lips.

The other party treats him as a fool.

These first-level elixirs are commonly used in the early stages of Qi training for decades. They are more common on the market. Major shops are in stock all year round, and most of them are relatively cheap.

Why don’t they buy your seeds for decades?

Unless it is a family of immortal cultivation and sect, it needs to be planted in large quantities in its own spiritual fields.

But in that case, people will naturally not come to the street stalls in the market to purchase goods.

Seeing Fang Han's expression, the stall owner smiled unnaturally.

"I'll give you five spirit stones."

"Give me twenty spiritual medicine seeds, plus a pack of spiritual valley seeds."

Fang Han said lightly.

"What, fellow Taoist, what are you kidding?" The stall owner's face darkened.

"No selling."

Fang Han turned around and left.

After walking out for more than ten meters.

"Oh, forget it."

"I'll suffer a little, just follow the price you said." The stall owner shouted at him.

Fang Han walked back, handed the other party five spirit stones, took away twenty spiritual medicine seeds, plus a pack of Spirit Valley seeds.

Back to the inn.

Close the door.

Fang Han couldn't wait to enter the fairy palace cave.

He stood by the spiritual field, thought for a while, took out the storage bag, and first planted all the packets of spiritual grain seeds into the spiritual field.

Then he stepped out.

Why planting the Spirit Valley first is a conjecture in his heart?

The next night, Fang Han entered the fairy palace cave again.

I saw a half-human-tall millet growing on the spiritual field, with golden color, heavy ears of grain and plump grains.

It exudes a hint of spiritual energy.

"Sure enough, it's ripe in one day!"

Fang Han was overjoyed.

The first-level spiritual valley is ripe every year, suitable for early stage qi cultivation monks.

Of course this is not the point, the point is that Fang Han draws a preliminary conclusion.

It’s just one year after the Immortal Palace Cave Heaven, and only one day has passed from outside!

"As the saying goes, one day in heaven, one year in man."

"This is indeed a blessing in the immortal's cave."
To be continued...