"This is leaving the Western Wilderness City?" Hearing that Zhong Zhen was about to leave the Western Wilderness City, Mu Qingsong showed a look of surprise on his face.

When most of the monks arrive in a new place, they must visit the stalls or go to the auctions. Even if you don't go to those places, you have to at least ask which local store has good and cheap things, and see if you can get some spiritual energy or cultivation pills.

Zhong Zhen nodded, "There is nothing to live in Xihuang City, but it is okay to sell something later, it is too much of a loss to live for a long time." ”

Accommodation was expensive, and she preferred to find a place outside the city to dig a cave. All the spirit stones on his body must be saved, and they will be used to open the Qiankun Mirror in the future.

Mu Qingsong said that he agreed with her opinion, "It's really expensive, it's better to dig a cave outside the city to live, as long as it's not too far away, the aura is not bad." ”

Zhong Zhen thought to herself, everyone's thoughts are similar, they are all stingy!

As soon as they reached the outside of the inn, the two of them heard someone playing the flute faintly in the distance.

Just after the duel day, everyone was still discussing hotly, and the major restaurants and restaurants were full of people. Even those who set up the stalls didn't pay much attention to business, and leaned over to chat with the monks next to them. The whole city is like this, and it seems that there are countless silkworms munching on mulberry leaves, which is very noisy.

But even so, the intermittent flute sound is not drowned out by the sound waves, like a mountain spring flowing, people can't help but want to follow the music to find it slowly.

Mu Qingsong rarely expressed his opinion, "Why don't we go and see the person who plays the flute." ”

A young woman in a pale yellow dress sat cross-legged on the ground, flute in her hand, and played a nameless song with her eyes down.

It seems that not everyone has this kind of leisure, and maybe everyone is used to it. Except for a few who knew at a glance that they were new to the border city for a short time, most of the monks still ate and drank as much as they should.

There were not many people listening to the flute, but there were quite a few, twenty or thirty people.

The cultivation of the woman in the yellow shirt in the middle stage of the foundation building looks very young, but she is only ten ** years old. Combed with a very ordinary double screw. With a few delicate and beautiful beaded flowers, because they look very bright and delicate, their faces are like peach blossoms, even if they are ordinary clothes. It also looks very good.

In front of her, there was a large bowl carved out of stone, and someone had already placed a few spirit stones in it.

Zhong Zhen couldn't help but laugh again, two days ago, watching people duel, it was like a stage for monkey shows in the township, and now I actually saw someone performing arts.

The border town is indeed very interesting. No wonder these monks refused to leave for hundreds of years. However, she didn't have that much time to live here for a hundred years, and even a year felt like too long.

When she first went to Ningguo, some local customs made her feel very puzzled because they were unreasonable. Martial arts practice, literati read, natural righteousness. However, in the Ning Kingdom, if all cultivators can't recite two lines of poetry, they will be despised. Men who don't shave their beards clean, and those whose complexions are too dark don't apply some powder, are embarrassed to go out.

This is counterintuitive.

There are also many irregularities in the border towns.

The cost of entering the city is as high as ten spirit stones a year. There are only a few cities that do not allow ordinary monks to enter at all, and there is no city that can be compared with the city fee.

If you live for a hundred years, you can get a jade plaque for border city residents, and you don't have to pay the annual entrance fee again. If you feel that you have a lot of money and pay 1,000 spirit stones at a time, without any discount at all, you can also get this brand.

And the interesting thing is that many people really pay a thousand at a time, just for this waist card that says "West Wilderness City".

There are no sects, and they are not very constrained by sects. But I didn't rely on it a little, and I occasionally felt very flustered. The border city is like an idle sect, with a brand in his hand, who claims to be a resident, and can buy land to build a house and open a shop. Even if he hadn't seen that city lord for hundreds of years, he felt blessed by the ancestor of the border wilderness.

In a remote place where the aura is not enough, there lives a god ancestor. If you don't know the people who live here, you will definitely go to the wrong door, because every house is a square slab.

There are a lot of rules here. Violating the rules, the people in charge of the city team cut people down at every turn, but everyone didn't mind much. The evil cultivators and the righteous path monks were almost half and half, and everyone gathered at the same table to eat and chat, as if there was no distinction between good and evil in the world of cultivating immortals.

Immortal cultivators are accustomed to Bigu, but this habit has been overturned again in the border city. Everyone's life is like that of mortals, and they are used to eating some meals almost every day, and the dishes are all demon beast meat, or vegetables with a little aura grown by the monks with brains outside the city.

There was even a monk from the foundation period selling baked cakes on the street.

The border city is full of a strange vitality that only mortal cities have.

Maybe it will look weird in other immortal cultivation cities, but this foundation building female cultivator is playing the flute and performing arts, everyone is used to it, and some people throw spirit stones into her big stone bowl.

Mu Qingsong listened for a long time and didn't speak, until the female cultivator finished blowing a song, and he still stopped in place and thought about it, as if he was reminiscing about the previous song.

After a long time, he turned his head to Zhong Zhen and said, "The picture of this song is very beautiful. It was the sound of the stream lapping on such a large rock," he said, comparing the length with his hand, and then continued: "Then the stream became a little wider, and a fish jumped up and made a splash, but unfortunately the fish jumped a little farther and fell to the grass and struggled, but it was able to flutter for a long time and finally return to the water......"

Of course, Zhong Zhen thought that the female cultivator played very well, otherwise she would not have stood for so long in such a hurry, however...... Mu Qingsong, are you kidding?

Can the sound be described with a good look? And how do you know what she's playing?

The nun listened to Mu Qingsong's words, raised her eyes and looked at him, only to find that it was an unknown Jindan monk who was watching, and hurriedly stood up and saluted, "I have seen this senior, thank you for the praise of the senior, and the junior is so grateful!" ”

Did the two of you know each other before, and you deliberately acted here, wanting to earn more spirit stones? Zhong Zhen's mind is full of conspiracy theories.

She saw the trick of blowing and matching, she saw it when she was a child, and many performers like to put a few fake audiences in the crowd to explain the subtleties, increase their popularity, and cheat more money by the way. When the jugglers dispersed, if they secretly followed, it would not be difficult to find that the few people who shouted "good" the loudest before were all their own family members.

An old man who looked fifty or sixty years old next to him also sat for a long time, took out three spirit stones from his arms and put them in the big bowl, and also agreed: "Step girl, it seems that this new Taoist friend is more powerful, but I didn't hear the width of the stream before, nor did I hear how big the fish was. ”

Zhong Zhen thought to herself, this old man seems to be the grandfather of the female cultivator, and the family does not speak two words, and they come together to deceive the spirit stone. (To be continued.) )