The grocery store added tea trading, and Wei Ziyang also hung a sign selling tea at the door, and some regular customers and neighbors in the grocery store saw it and asked casually, and they all shook their heads when they learned that it cost 2,000 yuan a catty.

However, the sixth uncle first bought five catties, and later introduced a few local tyrant friends to come over, plus the nearby tea house fancy the quality of tea, and also ordered three or five catties one after another, although the sales volume is not large, three days of drying nets and two days of fishing, but Wei Ziyang's income is not a lot. On the contrary, he is very satisfied with his current state, and it is not good to be too busy.

'My Xiuzhen World'

On the border of the contiguous primeval forest, Wei Ziyang, who had woken up from his cultivation, pushed the door and walked out of the stone building. During this time, although he had been operating in the basic world, his cultivation had never stopped, and the different time flows in different worlds allowed him to have more time at his disposal.

The primeval forest has abundant rainfall, the surrounding land is also humid and fertile, and there are many plants with small red flowers distributed among various shrubs and grasses.

"Picking up 50-year-old wild ginseng*1"

"Wild Ginseng Seeds*1"

There are a lot of wild ginseng nearby, and Wei Ziyang dug a few days ago. But unfortunately, because the year is relatively small, it is not even an alchemy material. Different artificially cultivated varieties of wild ginseng can only grow in at least twenty or thirty years, so fifty years of wild ginseng is not eye-catching. If there are wild ginseng on the market that is ten or twenty years old, nine times out of ten it is artificially cultivated fakes, because there is no such thing at all.

After picking up wild ginseng and then opening the alchemy furnace, it has triggered the activation of some basic pills, but most of the ginseng that most pills need to use requires at least 100 years of age.

There may be a large amount of spirit grass in the forest, but Wei Ziyang doesn't dare to go in, with his current weak chicken cultivation, going in is looking for death, but there may not be a chance to be reborn in the game. It's not that Wei Ziyang is busy with himself, his exploration of this world has never stopped, and he has seen an eagle the size of a fighter jet at the border of the forest, and even a dragon, a mythical fierce beast.

Ordinary tigers are not the king of beasts, and they can only bully the weak on the periphery.

Role: Wei Ziyang

Cultivation: Four layers of Qi training

Exercise: "Ghost Valley Testament"

Weapons: Iron Sword, Iron Pickaxe, Iron Hoe, Iron Axe

Battle Pet: No ......

Wei Ziyang opened his attribute panel and looked at it, which was described in one word as shabby. Compared to the beginning, the only change was that the cultivation level had risen from an ordinary mortal to the fourth level of Qi training.

It sounds quite lofty, but in fact, it is more powerful and faster, and it is a weak chicken in the entire cultivation level system.

Spells??......??? But he didn't even have the qualifications to study, let alone perform.

Therefore, in such a world where spirits are rampant, the only thing Wei Ziyang can do is to clamp his tail and cultivate carefully.

Of course, it can't be said that Wei Ziyang's qualifications are poor, with his cultivation in the cultivation world for less than a month, he has the realm of the fourth level of Qi cultivation, and his promotion speed is already very fast.

"If the older people want to get started with cultivation, they need to cut the meridians and wash the marrow once, such as taking Zhuji Dan, Washing the Myelin Pill, etc. But I didn't, maybe it was a thunderbolt that helped me complete the step of washing the marrow. Wei Ziyang guessed in his heart.

However, Wei Ziyang still wanted to use the alchemy furnace to refine the marrow cleansing pill and the Zhuji pill, these two elixirs can not only wash the marrow of the I Ching, but also lay a solid foundation for the future cultivation path.

However, the recipes for these two elixirs were very complicated, and with his current strength, even if he ventured into the primeval forest, he would probably be difficult to collect. His knowledge of this world was limited to a few miles from the stone building.

"It's time to engage with the indigenous people of this world. ”

In fact, Wei Ziyang had already discovered the human beings here a few days ago, there was a mine about three miles east of the stone building, there were many farmers mining on the mountain, and there was a small village at the bottom of the mountain.

But Wei Ziyang didn't dare to approach rashly, because according to his observations, the guardians of the mine were all cultivators, and their cultivation was not low. Because of the cultivation of the Ghost Valley Testament, Wei Ziyang's current cultivation can also identify the existence of individual disciples in the foundation building period. Whether there is a stronger one, Wei Ziyang is not clear yet.

Coming to the mining village again, Wei Ziyang changed his modern clothes and replaced them with leather armor made in the basic world. Hang a big iron sword around your waist, and the whole person looks like a samurai.

The level of civilization in this Xiuzhen world is actually very high, and the overseers in the mine also have clothes woven with silk threads, but those absentees and villagers are still relatively primitive and rough animal skins, so Wei Ziyang's outfit is not too abrupt. As for the short hair, although it is a bit nondescript, but there are so many alternatives in the cultivation world, who cares about the hair is such a.

This place is different from the base world, the progress of civilization is different, it is not so simple to survive here, there are too many things that can threaten him here, and every step has to be careful.

"What are you doing?" the villagers at the entrance of the village stopped Wei Ziyang.

"I went into the mountains to collect elixir, but the resources were exhausted, so come and replenish them. Wei Ziyang already had words in his heart.

The villagers looked Wei Ziyang up and down for a while, and saw that he was 'thin and weak', white and clean, and he didn't look like a wicked person, but before letting him go, he still gave a warning: "If you want to enter the Qingshi tribe, you can do it, but you must be disciplined, especially you can't trespass in the mines! We are protected by Qinglong Mountain here, and troublemakers will be killed! Let's go in!"

Qinglong Mountain?Wei Ziyang remembered this name in his heart, it should be the force behind those guardians in the mine.

The bluestone tribe is not big, there are more than 100 families, the people with good conditions live in houses built with large pieces of bluestone, and the poor conditions are wooden houses, but the roads on the tribe are almost all paved with polished and smooth bluestone, which looks quite tidy.

The ore was originally a bluestone mountain, and the name of the bluestone tribe may have come from this.

There are also some families in the tribe who have opened shops, but there are not many of them, there are blacksmith shops, there are restaurants and some houses, most of them are run by some old people, women and children, and they are probably requisitioned for mining in the prime of life.

After a round and turn, he finally stopped at the blacksmith shop, thought about it and walked in.

Hoes, sickles, mine pickaxes, and bows and arrows and long swords, although solid to the touch, the workmanship is very rough, and the grade of the stall.

The boss is a hunchbacked old man, but he has a lot of strength, and a hammer of more than ten catties is picked up and smashed. If you look closely, the calluses on the old man's wrists are as thick as a layer of cowhide.

Seeing a customer coming to the door, the old blacksmith put down the sledgehammer, wiped a handful of sweat with his dirty hands, and then came over and asked, "Young man, I haven't seen you before, but you went to Longshan to hunt for treasures?"

"Longshan?" Wei Ziyang thought silently in his heart, guessing that it should be the name of the primeval forest in front of him, but he didn't think much about it, and grinned: "How does the old gentleman know?"

"Tsk, what's so hard to guess, there are adventurers here every few days, who either get rich overnight or never return. Of course, nine out of ten won't come back. The old blacksmith sighed.

Wei Ziyang's heart sank, that forest is so dangerous?

"What do you want to buy, young man?" asked the old blacksmith.

Wei Ziyang came back to his senses, glanced around the entire narrow shop, and finally picked up a heavy big knife, weighed it and asked, "How to sell this?"

"Five taels of broken spirits!" said the old blacksmith.

"Broken Spirit?" Wei Ziyang looked confused, he had heard of Broken Silver, but what was this Broken Spirit?

The old blacksmith was even more surprised than Wei Ziyangdu, and he didn't even know the broken spirits? Where did this young man come from, it couldn't be the monsters in Longshan, right? Thinking of this old blacksmith's panic, he explained: "It's the broken spirit stone, this is our trading currency, and one hundred taels of broken spirit can be exchanged for one or two lower grade spirit stones." ”

Wei Ziyang was stunned in his heart, but he also saw that the old blacksmith's eyes were wrong, and immediately said haha: "I know the spirit stone, but our tribe is all bartering, and there is rarely a saying of broken spirits." ”

The old blacksmith breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, but he quipped: "I thought that the bluestone tribe was remote enough, but I didn't expect your tribe to be even more backward." ”

"Yes, yes, the horns. Wei Ziyang smiled and catered.

The old blacksmith found that he was speechless, and he was a little embarrassed and comforted: "Actually, we used to be the same here, until the immortal chief of Qinglong Mountain came to dig fine iron, and we began to understand the outside world. ”

"I see. Wei Ziyang was stunned, and at the same time knew that the mine was actually dug with fine iron. Refined iron is a good thing, and only six ordinary iron ingots can be refined into one fine iron.

And the guard Ziyang put the iron sword in his hand on the table and asked, "Look at it, how much is this sword worth...... Broken Spirits?"

The old blacksmith's eyes widened, and he looked at it cautiously with both hands, and at the same time said with a snort: "This craftsmanship is really exquisite, and there is no trace of polishing in it, and the purity of the iron is also high, and it is almost as good as fine iron." It's a good sword!"

The iron sword is actually average, but compared to the craftsmanship of the old blacksmith, it is much better.

"This sword can be sold for a good price in the outside world, but in this poor and remote country, if the young man really wants to sell it, I can give you thirty taels of broken spirits. The old blacksmith calculated.

Wei Ziyang didn't have much idea about this price, but seeing that the old blacksmith seemed to be an honest man, and he really needed some broken spirit stones, the iron sword was not a rare thing, so he said: "Okay, this sword is sold to you!"

"What! are you really willing to sell?" the old blacksmith was ecstatic, he originally thought that Wei Ziyang was just casually talking, after all, such a good sword in Longshan might be able to save his life.

"Of course, there is faith in the word!" Wei Ziyang nodded.

"Okay! I'll give you the Broken Spirit. The old blacksmith seemed to be worried that Wei Ziyang would regret it, so he hid the iron sword first, and then dug out a wooden box from under the counter, and took out some scattered green spars, which were very sparse and had many impurities.

I found a wooden scale again, carefully put a handful of broken spirit stones on it, threw it away, and it took a while to weigh thirty taels, and then said: "Seeing that you didn't bring a wallet, I will give you a small sack." ”

"Thank you. Wei Ziyang took the small sack containing the broken spirit stone, and roughly weighed it, it should not be enough for two catties. It seems that the one or two here is nearly half of the modern one or two. Of course, it is not excluded that the old blacksmith will pit him.

"I don't know how much it will cost to live in the Bluestone Tribe for a day?" Wei Ziyang asked.

"A good three taels, a bad two taels are enough. "The old blacksmith received a good sword, and he knew everything in a good mood.

Wei Ziyang calculated, it was not expensive, but after thinking about it, he asked: "If you want to live in the Qingshi tribe, buy a house or build a set, can you do it?"

"You want to live in the Qingshi tribe for a long time?" The old blacksmith's eyes widened, and Wei Ziyang's eyes were a little strange, is there something wrong with this young man's head? In addition to a refined iron mine and the advantage of being adjacent to Longshan, the Changqing tribe is only a corner after all, but few outsiders are willing to live here.

Wei Ziyang understood what he meant, but he just said, "Exploring Longshan is not a one-time thing, and you need to have long-term preparations...... Besides, although the bluestone tribe is also remote, it is much better than our tribe, and it is beautiful with mountains and rivers, so what is there to dislike?"

As a native of the Qingshi tribe, the old blacksmith was very proud of these words, and immediately took care of it: "There should be no problem, but this matter must be approved by the leader, and the old man can introduce you if necessary." ”

"Thank you in advance. But I'm going to walk around first and find out first. Wei Ziyang said hurriedly.

"It should be, it should be. The old blacksmith expressed his understanding, but when he sent Wei Ziyang out, he suddenly reminded in a low voice: "You have to be careful of the immortal chief of Qinglong Mountain, and you have to hide when you encounter them, they are not easy to get along with." ”