After singing a song, I saw a woman who was fourteen or fifteen years old sitting on the stage, she was a girl who was neither long nor short, neither fat nor thin, with a face like melon seeds, a face like peach blossoms, two moth eyebrows that wanted to frown and not frown, and a pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be open but not open. Holding the red tooth sandalwood board, he sat down and babbled and sang.

Mu Sheng saw that the people in the painting boat were shaking their heads and making a look of appreciation, and there was no one who cheered or teased the scenery, so he unconsciously relaxed, listened to the songs, watched the dance, and then left the Weiyang Music Workshop and returned to his residence.

In the evening, Nangong Yuhuan also came back, which was a bit unexpected by Mu Sheng, and he hurriedly asked what was going on. Nangong Yuhuan smiled and said: "I originally only said that I taught dance during the day with Weiyang Music Fang, and never agreed to go over at night, what's so strange about this." ”

Mu Sheng said: "That's okay, isn't that the best business at night, how can I let you come back?"

Nangong Yuhuan heard Mu Sheng ask, and said angrily: "What, do you still want me to pass the night?"

Mu Sheng touched his nose and said embarrassedly: "I didn't mean that, I just thought it was a little strange, according to my original intention, I hope you don't go!"

Nangong Yuhuan heard Mu Sheng say this, and the expression on his face softened and said, "It's okay, you don't have to worry about it, I have my own sense of proportion." It's not a long-term solution for me to teach dance here, I just want to see from here, if I can't get it to enter the waist card of Neiguo City, I promise you, once I get it, I will leave Weiyang Music Fang. ”

"Do you still want to enter Neiguo City and see the Nangong family in Gyeonggi?" asked Mu Sheng.

"Hmm. Nangong Yuhuan nodded firmly.

Mu Sheng sighed, knowing that Ah Huan's mind was decided, I was afraid that he would not be able to change it for a while, and he also checked the situation on the spot, so there should not be too much of a problem, so she had to go.

Starting on the second day, Nangong Yuhuan then went to Weiyang Music Workshop to teach dance, Mu Sheng still drew talismans at his residence, and he was safe and sound for a few days. Mu Sheng tried to take the drawn talisman to the market to sell, and sure enough, as the old man of the Star Alliance said, the low-level talisman couldn't sell a few spirit stones in the market, and it was just enough for a capital. And the slightly more advanced talismans, although the price is slightly higher, but the spirit stones and rune paper consumed are also quite huge, plus it is very difficult to draw, and it takes a long time, so it is also a chicken rib business.

Thinking of the housing prices here and looking at the current income, Mu Sheng can't help but have a headache. Although Nangong Yuhuan said that he would use the spirit stone to teach the dance to teach the rent, Mu Sheng didn't want Nangong Yuhuan to bear the house price, so he thought about how to trade while there were still some magic weapons in his hand that had not been sold, so he could exchange some spirit stones to see if he could buy a property.

Generally speaking, the price of selling magic weapons is more expensive than selling spiritual materials directly, because a magic weapon is often made of several spiritual materials, with a process of refining and purification, plus forging and design, so the price is very expensive. Moreover, the people here, because everyone can use aura, naturally the demand for magic weapons has skyrocketed, which has caused a situation where supply exceeds demand, and the price of the same magic weapon Zuzhou is more than twice as expensive as that of Shenzhou.

Although this place is far away from the Shenzhou Continent and Sanxian Island, Mu Sheng still feels that it is better to keep a low profile to deal with, after all, he and Nangong Yuhuan can come here, and others can also come here, not to mention that those powerful people above the Jindan period can fly across the ocean in a volley. What if these magic weapons that I robbed were given to the juniors by these seniors?

In a flash, Mu Sheng and Nangong Yuhuan have come to Jinggi in Zuzhou for almost a month, and Mu Sheng generally knows the location and function of various fang markets in this Waiguo City, and knows that the place where the stolen goods are sold is not in the Fang City, but in a dense forest outside the west gate of Waiguo City, known as the Gyeonggi Ghost Market.

The Gyeonggi Ghost Market opens in the middle of the night, and when it dawns, you won't find any traces of its existence. This ghost market, you can't say to go, you can't talk about it, you can't talk about shopping, you have to say "go to the ghost market". No one cares where the things sold here come from, stolen, abducted, and robbed, if you dare to put it on it, I dare to buy it, and the two sides negotiate the price and make a deal, after dawn, no one knows who is who.

Mu Sheng knew such a place, so he also wanted to go around at night, and after he knew the doorway, he could go and set up a stall and put the magic weapon in his hand. Nangong Yuhuan heard Mu Sheng say that he was going to go to the ghost market, and he also shouted that he wanted to go, and the excitement was more positive than that of Mu Shenglai, and Mu Shengxin said, "Sure enough, there is no woman who doesn't like to shop." ’

This Gyeonggi ghost market is only open three times a month, divided into upper, middle and lower thirty years, every ten that is, open, legend has it that this ghost market opens in the middle of the night, and closes in the early morning, because at this time it is the time of the alternation of yin and yang, and the surrounding light and shadow are enough, you can't see me clearly, I can't see you clearly, so the ghost market not only has people in the yang world, but also the ghost cultivator occasionally comes to visit, and the human monk on the front foot sells something, and the ghost monk on the back foot will lie back in the coffin to enjoy the fun.

When Nangong Yuhuan heard Mu Sheng say this, he was so frightened that he leaned closer to him, and grabbed Mu Sheng's arm with one hand. The two of them carried a white paper lantern, swaying and walking towards the forest, everyone in the forest either carried a lantern or a lighter, shuttled in the dense forest like a ghost fire, the figure shuttled and stopped, erratic, the ghost did not see half of it, the ghost was there first.

Nangong Yuhuan asked timidly, "There won't really be a ghost, right?"

"That's hard to say, you must know that the aura of this ancestral continent is so abundant, and there are a lot of ghosts and monsters to cultivate. Mu Sheng smiled.

Nangong Yuhuan listened to Mu Sheng's answer, leaned closer, half of his body was pasted, and said coquettishly: "Why do I sound a little scared, you have to protect me." ”

"Miss, please, you are also a cultivator, how can you be afraid of these ghosts and weirdness!" Mu Sheng said angrily and funny.

"Hmph, what do you mean, you don't want to protect Miss Ben, do you?" Nangong Yuhuan pulled out the hand that was holding Mu Sheng's arm, and shook his sleeves and said angrily.

Mu Sheng hurriedly smiled and said, "How dare you, it's my honor to protect you." As he spoke, he stretched his hand up and asked Nangong again

Yuhuan pulled up.

Nangong Yuhuan said: "It's pretty much the same. As he spoke, he smiled and grabbed Mu Sheng's arm.

While the whole city is asleep, the ghost market in this dense forest is bustling with activity, and the people who come here, whether buyers or sellers, all cover their bodies in robes, veils or hats, and all of them wander through the forest like ghosts, looking for their favorite items.