As the night deepened, many stall owners simply sat down on the ground and curled up together.

Martial arts practitioners are not in the realm of merging the Dao, and they are still limited by the martial arts environment, and they have no other way to deal with the slightly cool mountain breeze, so they can only resist with their bodies. It is said that when you reach the realm of merging the way, you can transform into the aura of heaven and earth, walk for days in a torrential rain without getting wet, and be able to stop in the wind and snow without stiffening your feet.

Although Lao Dao and Qin Chuan were wearing robes, they had stayed in the dilapidated wilderness for too long, and they also began to feel a little cold, so they took out the spirits and took a sip each, and only after a while did they dispel some of the chill. Spirits against the breeze is a good way to keep warm.

In the past, there were many cultivators who had scattered since they arrived at the stalls, but now looking at the surroundings and what the stall owner said, the ghost market inside is the dangerous place. However, the two of them came here for the first time, and they were not very familiar with the surroundings, and they couldn't even ask others, so the two discussed a little, and after walking through a lot of stalls, they found a quiet path between the broken walls and the ruins.

The cultivators on this path are walking less and less, and from time to time they still stop to watch their surroundings, and some of them hold swords and other weapons in their hands, which can be drawn out at any time. There were no people setting up stalls along the way, only scattered cultivators passing by, and a few lanterns stretched out the figures of everyone, but it was obvious that the cultivators on this path walked almost without touching the ground, and seemed to have reached the realm of gathering spirits.

Qin Chuan watched everyone running along the way, thinking to himself that this was the inner city that had entered the ghost market, but seeing that there were fewer people here, it seemed more suitable to do things like killing people and selling goods.

Lao Dao stood behind, burped loudly, and said to Qin Chuan: "Look at these cultivators gathered here, whether it is the inner city of the ghost city in front of it, there must be something happening, if you really don't know where the inner city of the ghost city is, just give some money and ask, but the old woman is hard to find, everything depends on chance." It's not too early to see, but you have to hurry up and find the old woman. We have been delayed outside for a long time before, and after entering the inner city of the ghost city, we must not play too much. ”

Qin Chuan straightened his robe, put the mask in the right position, and asked Lao Dao: "What realm are you? If we grab this Heavenly Pill with others later, can you compete with others?"

Lao Dao walked in front alone, shining on his figure by candlelight, and smiled without looking back: "If it's yours, it's yours, and no one can snatch it away." If it's not yours, hehe, big fists, it's justified. ”

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The inner city of the ghost market seems to be more lively than the outer city, like a bazaar. Hundreds of steps away, there are a lot of stall owners with all kinds of elixirs, weapons and patriarchs, at a glance, are a few grades higher than the things sold in the outer city, if it spreads to Qingzhou City and other places, people from all sides will definitely fight, fight to the death.

There are also some powerful people, some of the abandoned courtyards have been simply renovated and turned into doors, which look much more magnificent than the side, but I don't know what secret method is used to isolate the sight, if you don't enter the door, you don't know what the stall owner sells.

At the front of the inner city of the ghost city, there is a two-story tavern appearing, which looks a little abrupt in the desolate ghost market. At this moment, the tavern is waving flags in the wind, the lights are brilliant, and from time to time there are people in various robes coming in and out, which is really lively.

Qin Chuan and Lao Dao were both wine worms, and they smelled the aroma of wine from a long distance, and they felt completely tired for a while. I remember that the shopkeeper Wu said that the old woman was setting up a stall next to a tavern, but I don't know if it was the place in front of her.

Thinking that it was possible to see the Mending Heaven Pill, Qin Chuan also began to get anxious in his heart, and before the old Tao spoke, he walked over first, and saw a lot of stall owners along the way, with a lot of strange things, if it was ordinary, Qin Chuan would definitely stop and check one or two, but it had been a long time tonight, if he didn't hurry up to find the Mending Heaven Pill, after dawn, maybe he would have to wait for the next ten years.

A distance of a few hundred steps was not far for Qin Chuan, and after a while, he arrived at the door of the tavern, but Qin Chuan glanced around. Although all the cultivators were wearing different robes, they were not people who looked like old women, and the shopkeeper Wu had said before that this old woman had a string of bells hanging around her waist, but she had not seen this person after looking at her for a long time.

Lao Dao didn't know when he came behind him, but he just glanced around, and he knew that the old woman was not here, so he looked at it in his heart, so he said to Qin Chuan: "Let's go, since you are not here, you can't force it." Heavenly reincarnation, everything goes with fate. If you really can't find that old woman, I can also find a way to help you condense the empty mountain and Danhai, but it takes a little more effort. I've smelled a lot of good wine before, so let's not treat ourselves badly this time, so let's go in with me and drink a little elixir and jade dew. ”

Qin Chuan still refused to give up and glanced around, but still didn't see the old woman, so he walked into the restaurant unwillingly.

I just found a table of eight immortals to sit on, and I saw thousands of candles lit, faintly illuminating this place into daylight. The surrounding martial arts cultivators were as if they were intoxicated, and many of them were already shaking their heads and tapping their fingers on the table, which seemed to be very comfortable.

Before waiting for half a pillar of incense, the good wine ordered by Lao Dao was served, and before he took a sip, Qin Chuan smelled a different fragrance, which was different from the spirits he usually drank. I saw that there were four wine jugs in front of me, but they were of different colors, and they smelled fragrant, not inferior to April blue. The best part is that there is a small stove at the bottom of the flask, which is filled with pear charcoal, which is burning vigorously at the moment.

On a slightly cool night, there is a pot of warm wine. At the moment, being in the inn, it really feels like a world away.

There are a lot of good wines in various places in the martial arts rivers and lakes, but because of the strict borders of the country, few martial arts practitioners can have the opportunity to taste so much wine, so in the inner city of this ghost city, there are people who have the means to hoard the fine wine of various countries here and sell it at a high price.

The four pots of wine in front of him, I don't know what Lao Dao exchanged for, but Qin Chuan guessed that the price was not cheap. Not to mention being able to break through layers of prohibitions and gather all kinds of fine wines together, it is already very rare to have a stall in the ghost market, but in the inner city of the ghost market, having such a luxurious restaurant, even if it only exists for one night, it costs a lot of money.

"Drink it quickly, or it will burn out." This pot is a good wine in the Bright Moon Country, the name is the month of the year, the wine is taken out when the bright moon rises, and the cellar is closed before sunrise, so repeated for decades, there is a pot of wine tonight, you taste it carefully, don't drink it all like other spirits, otherwise you have to go to the Bright Moon Country, in order to drink such an authentic wine. Lao Dao pointed to a white wine jug and said, his voice was very excited. It can also be guessed from under the mask that Lao Dao is smiling at the moment, and his eyes are narrowed.

However, Qin Chuan didn't see the old woman, he knew that it would be difficult to get the Heaven Replenishing Pill tonight, and he didn't know when he would be able to condense the real Empty Mountain and Danhai, so no matter how strong the wine was, he felt tasteless at the moment, and he didn't want to raise the wine jug at all and taste this so-called worldly wine.

As the saying goes, knowing that there is a treasure here, but not being able to get it, the feeling of depression in my heart is as uncomfortable as a fish in my throat.