He was alone on the ridge, the surroundings were dark, the night breeze was blowing, the blue sky was like flowing water, and a little starlight was hanging down, gently hugging He Yitian, making him look like he had a sense of dust. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info In the distance, the town is deserted as soon as it gets dark on weekdays, because of the exchange meeting, although it is far away, you can still hear the laughter of the city from time to time. Walking into the town compared with the road, it is quite a bit of a world away, the streets are full of people, the lights and candles are brilliant, it seems to return to the prosperity and prosperity that he often saw before he left, back to the ...... Parents around.

Unconsciously he had come to the door of the Yuanlai Pavilion, and when he was about to raise his legs to enter, he was stopped by Xiao Si. The little guy pushed impatiently: "Little beggar, let's go ...... walk" But when the little guy saw the broken silver tightly held in He Yitian's hand, he was a little surprised and said: "Yo, I didn't see that there was still some money, what do you want to eat?" ”

He Yitian said lightly: "Let's have two steamed buns." ”

Xiao Si said, "Okay, you just wait at the door, you are not allowed to enter." After speaking, he shouted to the back kitchen: "Two more steamed buns, take them away." ”

He Yitian just looked at him coldly and didn't say anything. Because he's ...... Accustomed to it, accustomed to the contempt of others, and at the same time learned to be patient, and patience allowed him to preserve and grow.

After a lot of work, He Yitian left with the packed buns after paying the money. Hungry, he ignored the contemptuous gazes of the night market wanderers and munched on buns as he walked down the street.

In the dark and dilapidated small temple, He Yitian was lying on a hard bed after eating and drinking. When he had no money, he struggled and silently persevered, just hoping to live and not have to worry about food in the future, but now he has lost his direction.

Maybe...... Should use this money to buy a few acres of fertile land, as soon as this idea came out, He Yitian slapped himself twice in his heart, "TMD, that's it"? Not to mention that he is still young and helpless, and he can't tell the origin of this money, if he is remembered by someone with a heart, and he is forced on himself in the name of so-called "theft" to escort to the ancestral hall, then he is really speechless, and he is empty. Even if the land is successfully purchased, he is a poor little body, carrying a big hoe every day, facing the sun, facing the loess with his back to the sky, alas...... His whole life was wasted. He asked himself what he was sleeping only two hours a day. Every morning in the early hours of the morning, when others are dreaming, what is the purpose of getting up and cultivating by themselves? Is it really just to live without dignity? No, no, he just wants to try to change his fate, even if his efforts are so insignificant and ridiculous and humble in the face of fate, but he ...... Not to give up!

Alas...... Maybe it's time for me to get out of here and take the money to the city for some opportunities to become an apprentice, and it's not bad to learn the trade. But in this life, his heart is not satisfied with the status quo, dares to give up the mediocre life and adventure, wants to open up living space, and the desire to possess everything is ready to move. Even if he wants to leave here, he has to pluck the goose, he thought of the "exemplary" body technique, whether he can use it or not, he must learn it, because his intuition makes him feel that this skill is a "strange thing", and some are profitable.

In the early morning of the second day, after completing the daily practice recitation, He Yitian washed up, and instead of going into the house to read, he straightened his clothes, locked the door, and walked straight towards the noisy town.

Walking into a clothing appraisal shop with the word "often come" written on it, the guy raised his head, looked at He Yitian's clothes, lowered his head again and continued to ask casually while keeping the account book: "Buy clothes or sell clothes?" ”

He Yitian said lightly: "Buy clothes." ”

The guy continued to lower his head and asked, "What style do you want, how many are you new?" ”

He Yitian said flatly: "Can I take a look at the goods?" ”

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As the saying goes: "People rely on clothes, horses rely on saddles" After using all the broken silver, He Yitian first changed into a set of clothes for children from rich families in the clothing appraisal shop, and then spent three or four hours holding a large amount of money to shuttle through cloth villages, silk villages, tailor shops, jewelry stores and other places, and changed his body inside and out, but no one suspected anything, just as the "second master" who would only spend money indiscriminately.

At the gate of the West Market, I saw him wearing a dark blue ribbon with his hair, a white robe, with a Yunxiang pattern embroidered with light blue silk thread, a white jade belt around his waist, and black boots on his feet.

He Yitian stepped into the market with the flow of people, and the people came and went, and the noisy sound of selling was endless. The bazaar is divided into two areas, the left area is where immortal cultivators and mortals trade, the right area is dedicated to trading between immortal cultivators, and the two areas are subdivided into several areas according to the types of goods traded.

After being determined by the manager of the bazaar to be an immortal cultivator, He Yitian first went to the area dedicated to the trading of elixirs between immortal cultivators to see what elixirs were available to enhance cultivation. A month ago, he had already cultivated to the peak of the second layer of Qi training, and he thought that he could break through the bottleneck and reach the third level of Qi cultivation by practicing diligently, but his cultivation for a period of time recently did not increase a trace of mana, so he took advantage of the fact that he had some money in hand now, so he took a look.

After turning around, He Yitian thought that he was disheartened, not to mention the finished pill, it was the price of an ordinary spirit grass, and it was not something he could hope for now.

When he was about to turn around and leave, an angry young woman's voice came from a stall not far from him: "What about the Cao family, fifteen spirit stones just want to buy a bottle of Qi Condensing Pill, why don't you rob it?" ”

"Hmph, fifteen spirit stones are already a lot, you are too greedy. said it was a bottle, but there were only a dozen pills in it. A man in green clothes wearing a hat sneered lightly.

The young woman said without showing weakness, "Hehe, is the young man's head caught by the door when he goes out, is a Qi Condensing Pill only equivalent to a low-level spirit stone?" ”

The man surnamed Cao was scolded and hurriedly argued: "Stinky woman, who are you talking about?" The Qi Condensing Pill is just an ordinary pill to increase cultivation, and I also said that I can exchange it with you with a pill of Yellow Pulp Pill that breaks through the bottleneck. If you exchange me now, nothing will happen, otherwise you won't want to take a step out of this Qingyuan Town after the market is over. While threatening, he took out a yellow pill, and the rich medicinal fragrance spread.

He Yitian smelled the familiar fragrance of the medicine, and after seeing the pill in the hand of the man surnamed Cao, he quietly left this place with joy in his heart. The yellow marrow pill that the man surnamed Cao took out was exactly the same as the yellow pill he picked up yesterday.

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