"Could it be that this place is really wonderful?" Ji Fengyan touched his chin, her master immortal has been dead for a long time, and it is the first time to dream with him, although the two of them have not quarreled before their deaths, but this time, Ji Fengyan vaguely felt that the voice would not come for no reason.

Ling He and the others had just gone to sleep at this time, and the huge courtyard finally looked a little bit after a night of cleaning, although it was a little poor, but it was finally able to live.

Monsoon smoke walked around the yard, and while the sun was rising, she slipped out decisively.

She wanted to see what was so special about this place.

Although Jicheng is small, but the folk customs are simple, it is obviously early in the morning, but the street is already crowded, large and small stalls have been paved on both sides of the street, and the shops hanging all kinds of things have been opened.

Food, clothing, shelter and transportation, but there is no shortage of everything, Monsoon smoke in the city for a while, probably have an understanding of here, this world is more ancient than the twenty-fourth century, but this is not like the ancient times in the memory of Monsoon Smoke, there is no skirt and gown, there is no sharp sword and wide knife, there are some more Westernized things, long spears and short swords, silver armor...... There is also a wooden stick that is similar to a firewood stick, which is called a "magic staff......

Monsoon Smoke looked around, and her interest gradually faded, just when she was about to find a place to fill her stomach first, she suddenly saw a full crowd gathered outside a shop, which looked extremely eye-catching.

Monsoon smoke rushed over with the intention of watching the excitement.

It was a large shop, but unlike the others, the goods in this shop were not fine clothes, but ...... Dirty broken stones!

The stones were large and small, the big ones were the size of a square table, and the small ones were as small as quail eggs.

Piles of seemingly inconspicuous stones are stacked together, forming "small hills" in the shops.

Other stones are placed on beautiful shelves and look very strange.

The people gathered around the shop, one by one, were noisy, and they almost didn't fight for the stones, and some people in tattered clothes entered from the other side of the shop, and each of them carried a basket full of stones behind them, and when the person carrying the basket walked into the shop, the little brother in the shop immediately went to pick it up, and those noisy crowds, one by one, stared at the stones in those baskets.

It's like ...... That's just a piece of gold!

"Uncle, what are you doing here?" Taking advantage of his petite stature, Ji Fengyan squeezed to the front of the crowd, looked at the red-faced man next to him, and asked with a smile.

The big man's eyes had been sweeping around the stones in the store, and when he heard Monsoon Yan's inquiry, he was suddenly a little puzzled, and when he looked down, he found that it was a small spot that only reached his chest, "Little ghost, this place is not where you should come, go and ......."

The big man waved his hand impatiently.

Monsoon Smoke said kindly: "Why can't I come here?" ”

The big man frowned, looked at Monsoon Smoke who looked like a curious baby, and had to say, "Little ghost, you're not from this city?" ”

"Uncle has good eyesight!" Monsoon Smoke nodded.

"No wonder you don't know." The big man pursed the corners of his lips.