The morning light was faint, with a hint of darkness.

The mountain peaks in the distance are steep and steep, like ribbon-like white clouds fluttering misty, with cold beauty, lingering around the strange peaks, faintly a little building dotted among them, as if looming, like the abode of the gods.

The area where Fang City is located is located in a flat area surrounded by mountains.

In the cold air of the early morning, there was a lingering and faint stench.

Chen Li walked to the muddy road with a 'calm' face, and looked around with the afterglow of his eyes, the roadside was overgrown with weeds, and from time to time he could see piles of domestic garbage and feces that were difficult to distinguish between humans and animals.

A large number of self-built huts, ranging from short to tall to large or small, are messily arranged with stitches.

Not to mention any antique, these houses can only be said to be barely possessing the function of living, many of them are built at random at first glance, without any aesthetic sense at all, some of them are rough, looking crumbling, as if they will collapse at any time when the wind blows.

This is not an abandoned dilapidated house, looking at the mountain of domestic garbage at the door, it is obvious that there are living people living inside.

Chen Li admits that his knowledge is short, compared to these lying flat 'great gods' scattered cultivation, under the backdrop of his peers, the original owner is the more motivated one.

On the road, there were monks passing by, some passing by, some bowing their hands, Chen Li was still a little nervous at first, his palms were sweaty, and his hands often couldn't help but want to touch the willow dart.

But after a few times, he became calm and confident.

"Most of the people here are not as good as themselves."

"Sure enough, the self-confidence of mediocre people is often based on being worse than bad." Chen Li laughed at himself in his heart.

The shantytown is attached to the Fang City, naturally not far from the Fang City, in fact, before the shantytown, the city wall of the Fang City is already in sight, the city wall is not high, about three or four meters, there are various complex formations engraved on it, and the fluctuations of spiritual power are faintly transmitted.

Apparently not a city wall in the general sense.

The flow of people had already begun to dense, Chen Li glanced at the city wall a few times, and then followed the crowd and walked towards the gate of Fang City.

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion in the crowd.

Chen Li heard the movement and looked up following the gaze of some people, only to see a young monk whistling with a dazzling flying sword.

Many people's eyes were warm and complicated, and together with Chen Li, they watched the monk fly down to the gate of Fang City in a dashing manner.

Chen Li couldn't help but touch his willow leaf dart, and suddenly felt that the treasure magic weapon that he usually loved was not very fragrant.

"In my lifetime, I must make a flying sword."

Chen Li silently swore an oath, feeling that his state of mind was stable.

To be honest, I don't care about whether I am handsome or not, but mainly because I think about being able to run fast when I encounter danger.

Squeezed into the market along the flow of people, Chen Li was not in a hurry to sell, he was going to take a walk inside and out first, familiar with the environment and prices here.

Aside from the immortal cultivators who come and go here, this place gives him the feeling that it is similar to the bazaars in the towns and villages in the eighties and nineties, with shops and stalls.

There are all kinds of things for sale, and everything is sold.

It's just that most things, it recognizes Chen Li, and Chen Li doesn't recognize it, so it looks fresh.

He even saw the corpse of a beast four meters long, skinned, unknown to something, being quickly dissected by the stall owner wielding a knife, and shouting and selling.

Among them, Chen Li saw that there were a few stalls selling talismans, but they were all 'high-grade talismans' made of animal skins, even if they were at the level of evil talismans, as for selling 'guide talismans', 'mute talismans' and the like, there was no one.

He had a bad feeling in his heart.

……

"This ...... What kind of meat? ”

"The meat of the green-headed milk tiger is fresh and tender, it was just killed last night, and it is fresh. One or two pounds of gold, how many pounds do you want? ”

……

"Three-year-old black dew fruit, long in the land of aura, why don't you come a little and try it?"

"What price?"

"One pound of gold, buy three get one free."

"Hey, this fellow Daoist, you can bargain if it's too expensive."

……

Chen Li, who was shy in his pocket, felt distressed when he saw that his liver was distressed, and he had to pretend to be calm and calm on the surface.

After looking at several stalls selling 'ordinary' food, the exaggeration of prices here made him jaw-dropping and eye-opening, a little better requires the payment of spirit stones, gold is almost the cheapest currency here.

A lot of them don't take it at all.

Chen Li estimated that he had more than a dozen catties of gold in his hand, even if it was just the simplest to fill his stomach, it could only last for half a year at most, but fortunately, he could barely accept it, at least not hungry for a short time.

He struggled to adapt to the high prices of the immortal cultivation world, and when he found the spiritual rice shop, he was hit again.

Lingmi shop hangs the sign of the Immortal School, which is almost an exclusive monopoly here.

In fact, after Chen Li walked around, he found that five or six out of ten of the shops here were immortal sects, and the rest were other forces.

"Shopkeeper, how have you sold Lingmi recently?"

The guy in the store looked at Chen Li covertly, and his nostrils turned to the sky, with a cold attitude:

"Lower-grade spiritual rice, ten catties of a lower-grade spirit stone, has always been at this price, not sold in bulk."

Chen Li didn't pay attention to the other party's gaze.

It's just a dark pain.

It's so expensive.

I've eaten half of a spirit stone in the past few days.

"I'll take another look!"

Leaving the Lingmi shop in a hurry, Chen Li was no longer ready to go shopping, and went to the Immortal Sect's talisman shop with apprehension to try to sell the talismans he carried.

Although the purchase price is undoubtedly much lower than that of your own stall, it is better to save time and trouble, as long as you make a little profit.

It's a pity that he thinks too much, and people don't accept the low-level talismans he draws at all.

Chen Li couldn't, so he had to learn from those casual cultivators and find a vacant place to set up a stall.

The most drawn cleaning charms have been ashamed to swing outward, and only mute notes and guide marks are posed.

However, after a long time, no one inquired, most people took a look, crossed the stalls, and some deliberately sneered at the bad attitude.

This kind of low-level talisman, many casual cultivators can draw it, and it is not very useful, who would waste this money to buy these big road goods.

Chen Li kept watch until the sun hung high, and no one cared, so he had no choice but to close the stall.

Before leaving, he bought some cheap fruits, vegetables and meat to eat for the next few days, and returned disappointed.

On the way back, Chen Li's heart was heavy, and he was silently thinking about his thoughts.

He glanced at the properties panel.

[Name: Chen Li]

[Lifespan: 40/98 years old]

[Realm: Qi Cultivation Third Layer: 31/100]

[Exercise: Longevity Skill: 45/200]

【Skill:】

Runners: Cleaner Proficiency: 94/200, Silent Character Proficiency: 32/200, Guideline Beginner: 15/100

Spell: Spiritual Power Finger Proficiency: 12/200;

【Divine Power: None】

"After the guide talisman is practiced to be proficient, I will start to try to ward off evil spirits, and there are still more than 20 days before next month's rent, so it should be too late."

Although I comfort myself, the heaviness of my heart lingers.

"Well, why are these days so difficult? Before the crossing, it was not so difficult to repay the mortgage with half of the monthly salary! ”

At this time, Chen Li faintly felt that someone was watching, and he subconsciously raised his head, but it was the female cultivator next door.

I can't help but be secretly angry.

Hurriedly avoided the gaze, as if he didn't see it.

It's just that the nun obviously didn't want to let him go like this.

"Yo, Chen Daoyou, I changed my taste today. I remember when you used to eat only spiritual rice. The female cultivator looked at the dish in Chen Li's hand and greeted her playfully.

What kind of hatred, what kind of resentment!

What's wrong with me eating this?

Eat your rice?

"Lingmi is too expensive, don't I have no money, and I have failed to draw talismans one after another, so I can only barely survive these days." Chen Li squeezed out an embarrassed smile, and had no choice but to continue to lie down and admit ridicule.

Just laugh, and there will be no shortage of meat.

finally got rid of the entanglement of the female cultivator, and Chen Li was sweating all over his body.

Since the crossing, I seem to have suffered from social phobia, afraid of talking to people, afraid of dealing with people.

Chen Li thought about it carefully.

I think the main reason is the lack of security.

The loss of memory, the strange and dangerous world, the neighbor who is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and the strange 'friend' who is suspected of being evil, every time he interacts, he is cautious and haggard.

"Why is this life so hard!"

PS: The new book is on the road, ask for a recommendation and a monthly pass.