The color of the golden thread sky gauze is not complicated, Ning Qingqiu's background color is pale blue, with silver lines outlined on it, and gold wires entwined with branches, like a galaxy in the sky grabbing a piece of entanglement around her body, wrapping her delicate body, which is very amazing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ning Qingqiu didn't pay much attention to those burning and greedy gazes.

She readily agreed to Mei Changwei's proposal.

Mingyuan and Han Yue are also very interested in visiting the stalls in the market, not only to see if there is a chance to find a little treasure, but more importantly, Mei Changwei is right, no matter how much they hide the goods sold by these small town monks, there will be some special things.

Maybe you can take this opportunity to explore the weirdness of this town even further.

It can be said that it is more than one stone.

The other monks who lived in the coffin shop, the three silent and gloomy monks seemed to have their own plans, and they didn't act with them, so Mei Changwei naturally couldn't force it.

She is not a nurse who is close to protection, she can't control what those people want to do, since she has to go to the town by herself, no matter what happens, it can't stop her.

Some of the town's friars roamed the streets, while others set up a circle of stalls on the periphery of the central square.

There were no special shops in the town to sell the things that the monks needed, most of them were self-sufficient, and if they wanted to use something they were not good at, they would barter or buy it with spirit stones, and exchange it with their neighbors.

It's a small society.

But although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs.

But because of this, Ning Qingqiu's vigilance became heavier.

There are too many abnormal places represented by such a town with a strange life pattern.

Monks are at ease in the world, and they are the most at ease, but no matter how you look at such a social life model, it is like ...... It was forcibly limited to freedom in general.

Several people listened to Mei Changwei's introduction to some small stalls all the way, while quietly observing these buyers and vendors.

Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one not be defeated.

Ning Qingqiu watched silently, and found that the stalls and markets in this town were also similar, but they were far less lively than the monks from the outside world fiddling with the market.

The people here are less enthusiastic about celebrating festivals and buying events than the outside world.

Neither the stall owner nor the buyer has adopted any black cloak or tricks to hide their true appearance, in Mei Changwei's words, the people here know each other's roots, who has a few pounds and a few taels that are all clear, why bother to hide it?

It doesn't make any sense at all.

It is said that there is a strange man in the town called the Cloaker, who has been dressed in a handful of mud and gray black clothes for many years, and wears a black impermanence on his body, and walks on the street in the middle of the night and is mistaken for a ghost messenger.

The cultivation is also Yin and Evil Kung Fu, which makes a snake and iron chain in one hand, and likes to hang people the most, turning to stare at the neck to play tricks.

Ning Qingqiu was sweating white when he heard this.

This evil cultivator is weird, but why are they everywhere? Doesn't it mean that the righteous path is now flourishing the world......

Walking and walking, Ning Qingqiu stopped.

At this stop, several people watched.

Mei Changwei was also a little curious, Ning Qingqiu listened to the gossip the most, looking at you listening carefully and her eyes lit up, her desire to tell stories was simply unprecedentedly high, and the words she said tonight may add up to more than in the previous month.

You must know that even if there are foreign monks in this town from time to time, not every one of them is a guest that she Mei Changwei can look at, and it is not that her hot face is pasted on people, and the friendship will last forever, and some foreign monks are very vigilant, like these few who are with them now, they are silent, just observing, not saying a word.

Mei Changwei is not surprised, so it is rare to meet a like-minded female monk she likes, and people are willing to cooperate with her, Mei Changwei's passion is boiling and burning, and the whole person is full of vitality.

After staying in this town for a long time, everyone has a gloomy twilight on their bodies, and some people are already on the verge of collapse, with a neurotic aura in their eyes.

Mei Changwei is pretty good.

It's just that Ning Qingqiu listened a lot and said less along the way, even if he had questions, Han Yue was chattering on the side, of course, at this time, Mei Changwei was mostly in his left ear and out of his right ear, as if he didn't hear it.

Han Yue was not angry.

Mingyuan is concise and to the point, just a sentence or two from time to time, it is to the point, and it is difficult to answer questions, Mei Changwei is silent most of the time, or directly changes the topic, maybe the means are not clever, but it is effective.

Mingyuan didn't care.

It's like he didn't intend to get an answer when he asked.

Along the way, everyone was looking at the flowers, because Ning Qingqiu had seen a lot of good things and was interested, but this interest was not enough to prompt them to buy.

Not to mention, the prices in this town are really a bit high, not ordinary people can afford to consume, just looking at those prices, it is heart-wrenching.

It seems that it was the fault of the coffin before, it was not that he was alone in the dark, the price level of this town was a big cut beyond the outside, and then a big cut, that is, Ning Qingqiu, who was not bad for money, looked at it and gasped.

It is entirely the ex-factory price and the price increase after distribution, plus the increase in the price of export re-monopoly...... Oh no, it's a doubling effect.

Yes, what is very interesting about this town is that the items on these stalls are basically clearly marked, and the stall owner Da Ma Jindao sits in place, neither shouting nor staring at the guests, and has a posture of buying and not buying.

Those buyers also look at the center of the ceremony is to step forward, and rarely speak, fancy what they are willing to buy, is to pay with one hand and deliver with the other, and there is basically no bargaining.

Ning Qingqiu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and Mei Changwei explained on the side: "This is the rule of the town, what price is sold, you will never accept counteroffers, or ...... that sentence."

Don't buy, go you.

Ning Qingqiu had nothing to say, so he could only silently give a thumbs up in his heart.

Well done, cow.

When it comes to doing business, there is no one left.

So Ning Qingqiu wants to buy some special products and go, this mind is about to be put down, it is so expensive, it is not cost-effective to buy, the key is that there is no good thing that looks good, or it looks very good, but if you think about it carefully, it is useless for her, no matter how good it is, it is useless, so it is really strange to stop in front of a stall so suddenly.