Soon after, a caravan will arrive, and the leader of the caravan's son will be killed and dumped on the road, and a fight will ensu, ending with the village chief kowtowing and apologizing.

Suxia Mountain Village is not a big city, let alone an important sect stronghold, and there are no important spiritual vein resources, why did it become the focus of the next thing.

Only with a spiritual vein will there be a sect stationed for a long time, otherwise who would go to a place with barren mountains and mountains.

What's more, Suxia Mountain Village is far away from Suxia Mountain, although there are several villages around, but Suxia Mountain Village is not the safest village, but it can also be called the most harmonious village.

How could the son of the caravan leader suddenly die in an ordinary mountain village, there must be some conspiracy revolving around this mountain village. Perhaps there is a secret hidden in it.

The night is very deep and quiet, no one wants to walk around in the middle of the night, and staying in the mountain village is not a place to leave no stone unturned.

After a night without words, I woke up to the time of spring and summer in May.

Although Suxia Mountain looks like a brocade of flowers, red willows, and sunny, the real crisis lurking here has just begun.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a staircase-like fertile field, and the farmers are busy in the fields, and the rolled up trousers are already covered with mud.

Clank, clang......

Not far away, a gust of wind chimes slowly came, with a little novelty, and the children surrounded them curiously, giving up the original time of playing.

"Finally, is it coming?"

Ling Yun listened to the voice of the caravan, but unconsciously clenched his fists.

If your plan can be carried out smoothly, you should be able to start your cultivation path normally and become a cultivator.

The peasants straightened up and turned their heads to look at the foot of the hill as the winding caravan slowly approached.

I saw a caravan like a swarm of working bees, carrying a long brigade around the mountain bay to get here.

Ling Yun found a place that was suspected to be an inheritor a few days ago, and he was not going to use that inheritance technique, he had to wait, waiting for his own opportunity to come, he was very sure that his opportunity was not far away, this was a Demon Venerable's intuition.

He was going to sell the cave's chances, not to use it himself, and this caravan was the best object. After a few days, he will leave and sell them the opportunity, then they will be the ones who get the crisis, he only needs to get a little spirit stone, the exercises or something, just study it himself.

Suxia Mountain is very remote, in the remote extreme west of the country to go west, is called the Western Regions, children have heard adults say that the world is round from an early age.

Ling Yun scoffed, many years later, it had already been proved that there were other worlds in the west of the West Sea, but he hadn't seen it.

The extreme west is full of mountains and ravines, full of beasts, spirit beasts, high mountains and dangerous obstacles, and it is rare to meet the arrival of caravans. After all, that caravan wouldn't be willing to face the far west with complicated terrain and beasts and poisonous insects.

It is simply difficult for mortals to pass. If an individual wants to overcome these difficulties and obstacles, he must at least have the cultivation of a spiritual master.

It's a pity that Ling Yun's power is still just the power of an ordinary mortal, and he has neither been taught by his master nor inherited from the exercises. If he had a spirit master cultivator now, the chances of the entire Suxia Mountain would be his, and perhaps the treasures hidden in the Suxia Mountain would all be his, and he would not wait for that group of cultivators to gather.

The caravans did not reach the existence of resisting the forces of nature, so they had to form a collective and use the collective strength to fight against all kinds of difficulties and dangers.

The arrival of the caravan was like a bowl of boiling water touching boiling oil, and it was suddenly poured into this indisputable mountain village.

No matter what happened to the caravans, they had already driven into this small mountain village one after another, and after a few weeks of staying here, the inn that was supposed to close down at any time in the small mountain village might be full for the first time, and the happiest person was the innkeeper.

The leader of the caravan was the appearance of a middle-aged man, called He Yixiao, who had the cultivation of the middle stage of the whole spiritual wave, laughed when he met people, and treated him politely when he met people. Some of those carrying goods are camels, some are horses, and some are a mixture of + horses and oxen.

There are wagons for carrying people, wagons for loading, and horse-drawn wagons for people and goods. Those cultivators ranged from old to young, young, and even female.

The caravan meandered deep into the cottage.

Along the way, the children widened their eyes and watched curiously, screaming and marveling, and frolicking behind the caravan.

The windows on the second floor were opened one after another, and the mountain people observed them closely. Some of their eyes were shining with fear, while others were waving their hands to show a warm welcome.

Ling Yun has no parents, no relatives or friends, and is struggling in this place on his own. Someone tried to adopt him, but he refused. Because he doesn't like to be tied down.

The caravan arrived at the mountain boundary in the morning, and was stationed in the cottage at noon. In the evening, a large area of temporary shops has formed around the cottage. All kinds of red, blue, yellow and green tall tents are set up, and there are countless small stalls stuffed between the tents.

Night had fallen, but it was brightly lit.

People are clamoring to go somewhere, and while the freshness has not disappeared, buy more things and go back.

Ling Yun sneered twice and followed the flow of people into the cultivator bazaar.

Don't look at the bustle of this bazaar, they are not good people, but there are a lot of tricks to deceive people, and they collude with the people in the village to deceive their own people.

In the mixed bazaar, when the caravan left, it lost a few commodities and forced the village to compensate.

"Earth Dragon Stone, the best Earth Dragon Stone, take a look at it, the high-grade Earth Dragon Stone, you only need 20 spirit stones to take home." ”

"The Brute Force Sutra, when the cultivator urges it, it can skyrocket the power of a bull. Walk through and can't miss it!"

"Cultivator's common sense, this book will make your cultivation go all the way, it only takes 50 spirit stones. ”

These sound pretty good, but Ling Yun didn't have the spirit stones to buy these messy things.

Ling Yun still remembered that after this meeting, there were many, many more cultivators in the entire Suxia Mountain Village, and the results were all messy. But none of this had anything to do with him, he was just a mortal now.

"If you're not mistaken, that leper toad is in that shop. In a previous life, a cultivator gambled on it on the first night, so he made a lot of money. We must hurry up and not miss this opportunity. ”

Ling Yun walked and watched, and before he knew it, he had come to the end of the market, after all, it was just a small mountain village, and it was impossible to spread too big.

"Probably this is it. ”

Ling Yun stopped in front of this dark gray tent, and if I remember correctly, this was it.

This is actually a casino, after all, it has just opened, and I don't want to bring a bad impression to Suxia Mountain Village, there is only one gambling table in this tent, and there are a few people who look like cultivators standing next to it, carefully figuring out where they are.

What is here is equivalent to the existence of gambling stones, and there are things in these fossils that can mention their own spirits, and the quality of these things is high and low, large and small.

Ling Yun walked in, and others just glanced at him casually, leaving him alone and doing his own thing.

They treat Ling Yun as a random kid who barges in, as long as he doesn't make trouble.

"How much is that purple-gold stone?"

Ling Yun didn't want to cause trouble, he just wanted to leave quickly, and what caught his eye was exactly the same stone as the one in his memory.

"Hey, where did you come from, how can there be something in this garbage stone. ”

The cultivator on the side swept his eyes and said something in a slurp.

"And maybe he doesn't even know what a spirit stone is. ”

Ling Yun just smiled and didn't speak, just do your own thing, why do they need their understanding and support?

"5 spirit stones are enough. ”

The counter lady didn't have any special expression, just said lightly.

Ling Yun nodded, and opened his baggage, which happened to have five spirit stones. These five spirit stones were picked up by him in the cave. Didn't dig into what was in the depths of the cave.

"It can't really be expected, right?!" A cultivator's eyes widened in surprise when they saw this, seeing Ling Yun's swift withdrawal.

"He's really rich!"

"It's hard to say. Some were not so sure.

"I feel like there is, as if there really is. Someone whispered.

A man suddenly broke into the tent: "Boy, take it easy." I He Jinsheng bought this stone!"

The movements in his hands stopped, and for a moment, the cultivators in the tent focused their eyes on this person.

The person who spoke, with a plain appearance, looked like he was about twenty-two or three, wearing a purple-black robe, a long tassel belt around his waist, and a square jade piece. It looks very dignified.