The world of cultivating immortals.

Qingyun Sect, outer sect.

Shen Bi finally came back and returned to the world of immortality.

Just like he often calls Daliang the dream world, although more than half a year has passed in Daliang, in the world of immortality, only a dream has passed.

When I wake up, it feels like a whole other world has passed!

He knew clearly that this was not a dream, whether it was the transparent Gu worm in the sea of ​​consciousness, the significantly improved spiritual root qualifications, or the bronzed skin.

The first time I escaped from the dream was because I was killed by my wife Huang Yun.

And this time...

He touched the purse on his chest, where there were two long tufts of hair.

I don’t know if I will encounter it next time I enter dreamland.

......

There was a feeling of hunger in my belly.

Shen Bi couldn't help but smile bitterly. Ever since he practiced the Diamond Sutra, he seemed to have become a waste of food, especially since Daliang's food was all mundane food. The nutrition and vitality were far from being up to par. He could only rely on large portions. Fill your belly.

Touching the shriveled storage bag beside him, he found that the more than 100 kilograms of spiritual rice and some mortal animal meat in it had been used up by him when he was in Daliang, and only a dozen low-grade spiritual stones were left.

He needs to go out to buy some food. The feeling of being hungry is really uncomfortable.

But before that, he still needs to do some covering up. Bronze skin doesn't matter in Daliang, but it is too conspicuous in the world of immortality where everyone has fair skin and beautiful appearance.

I saw spiritual energy surging all over his body, and his skin gradually gained a luster. Nourished by this layer of luster, his originally bronze skin first turned pale yellow, and then lost all color, returning to its former whiteness.< /p>

Shen Bi smashed his mouth, no wonder the outside world often says, "There is no ugly person in the world of immortality, unless he himself doesn't want to". This is much better than the three major evil arts in East Asia in the previous life.

If you could go back to your previous life and open a beauty salon, wouldn’t you make a lot of money!

Putting aside his random thoughts, he put on the gray robe of an outer disciple and left the cave.

Outside Shen Bi's cave is a vast bamboo forest.

It was early in the morning, and there was still some mist in the bamboo forest. Occasionally, a crisp bird song came, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

Passing through the bamboo forest is the way down the mountain.

Shen Bi shook off the dew on his clothes and left the sect.

He did not go to the store opened by Zongmen, but instead went to Fangshi, which is located in the eastern suburbs of Zongmen.

Although the quality of the sect's products is guaranteed, the price is more than 10% higher. As a science and engineering man who pursued cost-effectiveness in his previous life, the high-quality and low-priced Dongjiao Fang City is his favorite.

After walking three miles east, I heard the noise of the crowd in the distance.

There are gradually more and more pedestrians on the road.

Old people, children, monks, Confucian scholars, all three religions and nine streams, just to name a few.

Shen Bi thought of the joke in his previous life. When walking in the world, there are four types of people who should not be messed with: the elderly, women, children, and monks. If these people dare to run around alone, they must have the means to save their lives.

Thinking of this, Shen Bi paused and walked away from these people without leaving a trace.

Dongjiao Fang City is the largest monk trading market near Qingyun Sect. There are nine streets in the city from north to south and east to west. A Yudai River runs through the entire city from west to east.

There are many buildings and pavilions in Fang City, such as Qin Pavilion and Chu Pavilion, teahouse and wine shop, Dan Pavilion utensil workshop, and Fulou array shop. As long as there are enough spiritual stones in the storage bag, this place is a fairyland for monks.

Especially the painted boats on the Yudai River, with gentle waves of brocade, lanterns on and off, and hundreds of boats competing for beauty. Even the ten-mile Yudai River is dyed rouge, which is the real gold-selling cave.

Many monks risk their lives outside all year round just to come here to drink jade dew, light the golden breeze and have a night of fun.

Shen Bi did not stop on the main road. These were shops opened by large chambers of commerce and were not a place where he could spend money.

Passing through the bustling crowd, he headed straight to the southwest corner.

Along the way, the pavilions get smaller and smaller, but the shops on both sides of the street become more dense.

After passing these shops, Shen Bi came to a square.

He walked to a stall in a familiar manner.

The stall owner is a big red-faced man, and there are several kinds of spiritual rice and noodles on the five-foot-square stall.

When the big man saw Shen Bi, he pinched the Ziwu Jue with his left hand, bowed his head first, and said enthusiastically:

"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Shen, but he's here to sell spiritual rice?"

Shen Bi quickly bowed in return and said with a wry smile: "Fellow Daoist Gong is joking, Shen is here to buy spiritual rice today."

"Oh?" The big man looked at Shen Bi up and down in surprise.

The big man's name was Gong Zhou, and he made a living by collecting and selling grain.

After the defeat of the Shen family, the hundred-acre spiritual field produced a lot of output every year. Shen Bi couldn't finish it all, so he was introduced to Gong Zhou in front of him.

He saw that Gong Zhou's price was quite fair, and all the output in recent years had been sold to him.

It was the time of autumn harvest, so Gong Zhou mistakenly thought that he was here to sell grain, but there was nothing wrong with him.

Shen Bi didn't explain much and asked directly about the price.

After knowing each other for many years, Gong Zhou didn't think much about it. The Shen Bi in front of him was dressed in the clothes of an outer disciple, and he didn't look depressed at all. He happily gave a floor price.

Shen Bi thought about it for a while and realized that he bought Lingmi and Lingmian for half a year.

After saying goodbye to Gong Zhou, he started walking around the square.

Although the stalls here are simple, there are many good products, and of course, there are also many fakes.

After not walking far, he stopped in front of a stall.

This is a meat stall. The stall owner is a slightly tall woman. She is holding a short knife and picking animal bones for the customers in front of her. There is a faint spiritual luster on the knife, which can move between the muscles and bones with ease. Between the gaps in the bones.

The stall was filled with chopped monster meat. A half-human-high white jade vat contained brown-red monster blood, and another fist-sized white jade vat contained some thick black ink-like juice. , there is also a ferocious animal head and a few scattered bones in the corner.

It’s a purple-striped scorpion!

Seeing the beast's head, Shen Bi recognized the beast.

This beast has limited talent and can usually only reach the first-level mid-level, which is equivalent to the cultivation level of a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining. Therefore, it is captured in large numbers by human chambers of commerce.

The most valuable thing about the purple-striped scorpion is the poisonous needle at its tail, which is a good weapon-refining material. Shen Bi didn't see it at the stall, so he thought it had been sold by the stall owner to a large chamber of commerce in the city.

Among the several kinds of monster meat that monks eat daily, purple-striped scorpions are the most favorite among monks.

Although its outer shell is extremely hard, after peeling off this outer shell, there are strips of extremely tender meat inside.

Whether it is stir-frying or deep-frying, it is an excellent ingredient.

If you are lucky enough to encounter a freshly slaughtered purple-striped scorpion, take out the whitest and most tender belly meat from the waist and abdomen, cut it into the size of a finger width, and then dip it in a little spicy sauce ground from Linggui, it will be a perfect meal. Don’t even change it!
Chapter completed!