The thin monkey's eyes suddenly widened, revealing an angry look, and his fists were clenched tightly as if he was about to hit someone in the next moment.

Lingyun didn't do it either, and moved the goods by himself. He had mixed with caravans in his previous life, and he knew very well the dirt in this, and none of these people were good people.

In black words, the thin monkey is "stepping on the point". Let's use words to find out the details of Ling Yun first, if there is no background, then cooperate to bully and exploit some benefits.

In fact, this is not only the case for ordinary people, but also among cultivators, but most of them eat elegantly and better.

Everyone is a solitary adventure in the activities of life, fighting wild beasts. Acting in a team is a fight against the same kind.

Where there are interests, there are fights. There's so much space, everybody wants to live better, there's more room to move, so what?

You must know that this is the barren Western Regions, not the beautiful and rich Central Plains.

The thin monkey didn't expect Ling Yun to be so faceless, and stood in place for a while, glaring at him fiercely.

Ling Yun didn't pay attention to such a small role at all. Ordinary people are like grass mustard, even if they kill one or two, what is it?

As long as it doesn't hinder the shipment, the cultivators above don't care much.

If you really care, Ling Yun naturally has the means to prepare for this matter.

In a word, if you want to provoke Ling Yun, these slaves are simply looking for death.

"Why, don't you want me to send you away?" Ling Yun glanced at the thin monkey coldly again.

The thin monkey snorted, but he didn't dare to attack, and returned home.

Such a tough attitude made Brother Qiang jealous, could it be that these two people really have any background? Otherwise, how could they be so violent? For the sake of safety, it is better to find out the situation first.

The caravan had traveled for a day, and in the evening it came to a halt near a valley.

On this day, the big guys were lucky, but they encountered three small groups of beasts.

After killing two strands and expelling one. In addition to some losses, what is gained from the slaughtered herd is a bit of a profit.

The evening sunset seems to be linked together in patches, densely covering the entire sky.

Colorful sunsets are reflected in the sky...... The clouds are gorgeous, the colors are mixed, and they are constantly changing. Sometimes it looks like a roaring lion, sometimes it looks like a heavenly horse galloping, and sometimes it looks like a sea of flowers blooming.

The glow of the sun shone on the verdant jewel-like valley, in which the caravans were arranged, a small area circled in a corner, and the voices of people were noisy.

"Come on, take a look, the fresh beast meat that was just slaughtered today!"

"Buttermilk, sweet buttermilk ......"

"There are only ten pieces of clothes left, and they are sold in clearance. ”

Ling Yun and Su Nuan were also in the crowd, being squeezed around.

They dragged the cart and occupied a place, with a stall selling wild vegetables on the left hand and a milk seller on the right.

Su Nuan looked back and forth with interest: "I didn't expect that there would be such a small market in the caravan." ”

"If there is consumption, there will be trading, if there is consumption, there will stimulate the market, and if there is a market, there will be cholera. Ling Yun replied.

Su Nuan's eyes flashed, these words were really incisive.

She looked at Ling Yun: "Do you want to sell these purple maple leaves?"

Ling Yun nodded slightly: "I have already joined the caravan, and these purple maple leaves will be sold casually." Keeping it in your own hands will attract some rats to covet it. ”

In addition, purple maple leaves are not easy to preserve.

It has only been more than a day, and the purple maple leaves on Lingyun's car have begun to dry up. Over time, the value will become more and more cheap.

His own package has a special compression effect, and with only two spirit stones, Ling Yun naturally doesn't care.

However, throwing it away everywhere does not conform to their current identity and will arouse suspicion.

"There are two kinds of small bazaars in the caravan. The kind of transactions we participate in is just ordinary people, and it happens almost every day. There is also a kind of transaction between cultivators, which is once every seven days. Lingyun said.

Su Nuan's blue eyes, hidden in the shadow of the straw hat, lit up slightly: "If we can participate in the cultivator's small bazaar, it will help us." There is still a long way to go to Homeless City, and in order to prevent emergencies, we need to at least reconnoiter the environment there. ”

"I had planned for that, but it's still early. Ling Yun thought of something in the package and smiled confidently.

The two were talking in a whisper.

A male slave staggered over.

He was ragged and bloodied, like a beggar. Walked to the stall next to Ling Yun, looked at the clay pot containing milk, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "This brother, can you give me a sip of milk to drink?"

"Go, go, go. Don't get in the way of my business!" the milk stall owner waved his hand impatiently.

The slave had no choice but to move and walked to the cart of Fang Bai and the others: "Two brothers......

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Yun stepped forward, raised his foot and kicked it over, shouting viciously, "Get out." ”

The slave was kicked to the ground, black mud stained with tattered clothes. It was even more involved in the wound, and the pain made him grin his teeth.

He struggled to get up and stared at Ling Yun with hatred: "Okay, I remember, everyone is an ordinary person, who hasn't fallen one day." Hmph......"

Ling Yun's face turned cold, and he kicked again.

Syllable.

The slave fell to the ground again.

"Can you say one more word?" Ling Yun said condescendingly.

The slave glared at Ling Yun fiercely, got up, but didn't dare to be verbose.

But then, he was kicked down by Ling Yun again.

"I don't like the look in your eyes. Ling Yun clasped his arms in his arms, and his voice was indifferent.

The slave lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, did not dare to look at Ling Yun anymore, got up silently, and did not dare to continue begging in this area, and walked away.

Looking at his departing back, Su Nuan asked suspiciously, "Strange, why are there beggars in the caravan?"

"It's normal. It must have been the slave who made a mistake, or his master who was in a bad mood today. In short, he was beaten by the cultivators, and the meals provided to him were canceled. Ling Yun shrugged his shoulders, but his gaze glanced coldly at a corner not far away.

In the corner, three or four sturdy slaves were catching new faces, and they were planning how to bully them.

After seeing the situation on Ling Yun's side, they swept their eyes to other targets.

Ordinary people have cheap lives, extremely low status, and difficult survival, like walking a tightrope. In the caravan, cultivators were killed at every turn, and their lives were as cheap as grass. Anyway, you can replenish it from the village along the way.

Every time a caravan is in distress, a large number of ordinary people are killed.

In addition to this, there is also an almost tragic dark competition among ordinary people. As soon as Ling Yun arrived, there were two groups of people who wanted to trouble him.

Of course, he is not afraid of these troubles, but if he can solve them easily, he will try to solve them in advance.

Of course, there are some ordinary people who live a glamorous and beautiful life.

Most of these people have backgrounds, and they are related to certain cultivators, so they are pretending to be powerful.

When the begging slave was gone, two groups of people came.

The leader of the group was an old man with shrewd eyes, and after asking Lingyun about the price, he immediately lowered the price to a quarter. Ling Yun estimated the identity of this old thing, he should be a general manager, responsible for the transfer of slaves.

The leader of the other group is a woman. Charming eyes like silk, actually wearing silk clothes. Ling Yun immediately knew that this must be a tool for some or some male cultivators to vent their selfish desires.

Both of them are hugging each other, although they are ordinary people, they are extremely distinct from each other's classes.

They keep the price very low, and they just buy low and sell high. These people have some money in their hands, unlike most slaves who are precarious, and they can't even eat.

Although Ling Yun didn't look down on this car Purple Maple Leaf at all, in order to play a full set without showing the slightest hint of hindrance, he still refused the two who lowered the price.

The old man had a pleasant face, but there was a threat. The woman scolded and walked away.

"As long as a third person comes to ask for the price, I will sell this car of rotten leaves. Just as Ling Yun was thinking like this, there was a sudden commotion in the small market.

Some were cheering and shouting excitedly.

"That kind Miss Zhang is here again!"

"Miss Zhang is kind and kind, she is simply a fairy!"

"What a good guy, I won't be hungry tonight......"

"What's going on?" Su Nuan looked at and saw a green shadow at the entrance of the market.

Ling Yun also wondered, what is the situation?

"Miss Zhang!" "Fairy Zhang!!" A group of slaves swarmed away, and for a while, the entrance to the bazaar was crowded with people.

Most of these people were punished by cultivators and had no food to eat. The man Ling Yun had kicked down before was also among them, stretching his neck and arms.

"Don't be in a hurry, you have everything, you have everything, take your time. The girl in green said.

Her voice was gentle, not loud, and as soon as she spoke, she was drowned out by the shouts of the crowd.

"Shut the fuck! Line up and come one by one. Whoever dares to rob and shout, the old man will immediately kill him!" Suddenly, a voice roared like thunder, echoing in the small bazaar.

An old but burly cultivator stood up with his head held high. The tiger glanced around, and the boiling small bazaar instantly fell silent.

This is the power of a cultivator!

There was no one who didn't believe what he had just shouted. As a cultivator, as long as he is in a bad mood and kills two or three ordinary people casually, what is it?

Everyone pushed and shouted, and soon obediently lined up in a long line.

At the front of the line, the woman in green carried a basket and distributed steamed cakes one by one.

The whole small bazaar was silent.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at the woman in green, containing respect, worship, and love.

Su Nuan became curious and asked the stall owner next to her, "Who is this woman?"

"You don't even know Miss Zhang Xinci, are you two new?"

"Zhang Xinci?" Ling Yun looked back and frowned tightly, "Tell me everything you know!"

The stall owner thought of Ling Yun's ruthlessness in kicking down the slave just now, and he didn't dare to hide it: "This Miss Zhang is also a deputy leader in our caravan." She has no cultivation qualifications, and she is an ordinary person just like us. But she has a very good background in the family, and the cultivators around her are her guards. I've lived for so many years, and to be honest, I've never seen such kind and kind people. Miss Zhang was so kind that she would bring some food to the hungry slaves almost every night. Even if it's windy or rainy...... Alas, God is unfair, but such a good person can't let her practice. ”

Su Nuan nodded, smiled, and said to Ling Yun: "Sure enough, the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds." ”

Ling Yun did not respond.