After a gust of wind swept away the clouds, a table of dishes was left behind.

Patting his stomach, Chen Ming burped contentedly.

"The feeling of being full is so comfortable!" Lying on the bed, Chen Ming soon fell asleep.

......

"Where is this?"

"Who are you?"

"Don't come, don't... Ah~!"

Call~!

Sitting up sweating profusely, Chen Ming gasped heavily, he looked around, and only after seeing that everything was as usual, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I was scared to death, I had nightmares. Chen Ming patted his chest and said.

After getting up from the bed, fetching some water in the yard, washing his face, and drying the water stains on his face, Chen Ming felt a little refreshed.

On the first night after the crossing, he apparently didn't sleep well.

Squeak~!

Pushing open the gate of the courtyard, Chen Ming glanced at the Chen family's mansion in the early morning, and busy servants could often be seen hurrying by outside, and some people would stop and respectfully call the young master after seeing Chen Ming, of course, more directly passing by without squinting.

Chen Ming looked at it for a while, and he was not in the mood.

"It's not easy to come to the other world, no matter what, you have to experience the customs here, and you can also go to the flea market, maybe you can find something good!" Chen Ming thought to himself.

He naturally remembered yesterday's incident, but he also understood that even if he worked hard to cultivate, with his qualifications, he would not be able to catch up with others, so he could only report a trace of unrealistic thoughts, hoping to get some adventures.

His first stop was the flea market in the other world, wondering if he would find something good to come back.

"If only I could buy a purple-level cultivation exercise...... Chen Ming couldn't help but feel yy in his heart, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be faintly seeing a little sparkle of light.

Back in the room, after a while of rummaging through the cabinets, he finally found dozens of taels of silver, which he usually saved by frugality, the original owner's idea was to wait for enough money to quietly leave the Chen family, leave Qingyuan City, run to a place where no one knew him, and then open a small tea shop or something, and live an ordinary life.

But now that the body has changed owners, Chen Ming had such an idea at the beginning, but now Chen Ming is full of ambition, he has vowed to surprise those people, how can he escape like a coward!

After taking three taels of whole silver and a few pieces of broken silver, Chen Ming left the courtyard and headed in the direction of the gate of Chen's house.

Along the way, he inevitably received some strange eyes, but Chen Ming chose to ignore them and pretend not to see them.

"When you don't have the strength, you have to endure it, and when I develop one day, I will find the field one by one!"

Without encountering any obstacles, Chen Ming walked out of the gate of the Chen family, and there was no bloody scene where he was stopped and ridiculed as he imagined.

"The flea market in Qingyuan City, it seems to be going that way, right?" Chen Ming looked at the left and right forks in the road with some uncertainty, and for a while, he was not sure which direction to go.

"Forget it, let's go this way, it's a big deal to go back if you go wrong!" Chen Ming gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and finally decided which direction to take.

Originally, the memories he received were just some relatively fragmentary fragments, and many memories were shattered in the battle between him and the original owner, and he didn't have much influence on this Qingyuan City, and he only had a vague concept of the so-called otherworldly flea market.

chose the road on the left, and Chen Ming walked directly over.

Half an hour later, Chen Ming returned here with a bitter face, and then lowered his head and walked over thinking about the road on the right.

"Damn, I can choose one of the two wrong, is my luck really so weak?" Chen Ming couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head, with such declining luck, can you really find good things?

Walking along the road on the right, while paying close attention to the pedestrians and various shops on both sides, the other world gave Chen Ming the feeling that it was like ancient China, but this also made it easier for him to accept this world.

After walking for about half an hour, Chen Ming made two more mistakes during this period, and finally found this place that specialized in selling some things brought out by travelers or cultivators from various mysterious places, of course, there were more fakes here.

Whether you can buy good things or not depends on your eyesight, but most of the people who come here are cultivators who don't have much money on them, or people who like the atmosphere here, and those who are really rich will still go directly to some auction houses to buy things.

When you walk into this street, the surrounding area becomes noisy, and there are all kinds of cries and sales, almost like a vegetable market.

Chu Tianming touched his nose and walked in with a smile.

"Passing by, don't miss it, the newly baked Imperial Tomb Treasure, the Royal Martial Arts Sale!"

"10,000-year-old purple lazuli, thousand-year-old aganon, 10,000-year-old Bodhi wood!"

"The map of the ruins of the ancient powerhouse, this is the only one!"

"Orange-level exercises, yellow-level exercises, one hundred taels!"

“......”

Chen Ming looked at the most fierce stalls, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"This is a royal martial art? It's obviously a few ordinary goods with the cover torn off!"

"This is the 10,000-year-old purple lazuli? Damn, it's obviously a stone picked up casually on the side of the road! And this thousand-year-old aganon, when did the weeds turn over! That 10,000-year-old Bodhi wood is not just a piece of rotten wood stained with blood!"

"Map of ancient ruins, children's graffiti is almost the same, who can use this thing to find the ruins, I'll write my name upside down!"

"Orange-level exercises, yellow-level exercises, well, I don't want to say anything. ”

The more Chen Ming looked, the more disappointed he became, this was simply a dilapidated concentration camp, and there was nothing good at all.

"Damn! it's outrageous!" Chen Ming frowned vigorously, with a look of disappointment.

"Forget it, I'm really naïve, if there were good things here, they would have been bought a long time ago, would they still wait for me?" Chen Ming shook his head with a wry smile, and was about to turn around and leave, when at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something in a stall next to him.

Suddenly, he stopped trying to move.

"It's... What's the situation?"

It was a very worn page that was randomly thrown on the stall, and the handwriting on it was basically unclear, but in Chen Ming's eyes, the space around the page suddenly began to distort, and then a bizarre scene happened.

The pages in his eyes, as if going back in time, began to change little by little, at first, the handwriting became clear little by little, and then the entire originally wrinkled page also became smooth, and in the end, Chen Ming even saw a page of cover born out of thin air.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Chen Ming suddenly felt dizzy, his body shook a few times, and he almost fell to the ground.

After struggling to stabilize his body, Chen Ming frowned, supported his knees with one hand, reached to his head with the other hand, and tapped his temples a few times.

"What's wrong, why do you suddenly get dizzy, and you feel so weak!" Chen Ming wondered in his heart, "Could it be related to those pictures just now?"

Thinking of the pictures just now, Chen Ming's eyes couldn't help but look at the tattered pages on the stall next to him.

That's the cause of everything!