Early the next morning.

The glow leaking from the mullioned window shone on Wang Ye's blue and white quilt, waking him up.

Get up and go out to have a look.

Today's sun is as big as usual.

The sun is shining, the heat is unbearable, and you can feel the rolling people in the morning.

Remember, it just snowed yesterday......

The era of calamity has changed abruptly, almost one day at a time, and Wang Ye has long been used to it.

The cultivators carried the heat and didn't feel too uncomfortable.

The alternation of cold and summer is conducive to the efficiency of spiritual plants to solidify spiritual energy, and is suitable for farming.

In the morning, many neighbors got up and went out.

Wang Ye also took action, and after washing, he changed into a dried gray robe and went to the fang market in the shantytown.

Fang City is on the east side, outside the entrance to the town of Montenegro, separated from the mountain by a wooden bridge.

There is a sparse small birch forest outside the bridge, which is the only fang market in Black Mountain Town.

There are no fixed stalls in the market, and it is the same as the morning market in northern China in the previous life, which is chaotic and lively.

Herbs, Spiritual Valleys, Talismans, Ritual Weapons, Gambling Stones, Living Objects, Hunting or Farming Tools......

In short, everything is sold.

Wang Ye was dazzled, he wanted to buy everything, but he had no money in his pocket.

It can only be sold first.

After casually asking, I found out that the stall has to be paid, and the rent is ten catties of spirit valley per day, that is, one-tenth of a piece of spirit stone.

Right now, Wang Ye can't come up with the money.

"Ugh."

With a sigh, Wang Ye turned around and left, coming to the outskirts far away from Fang City.

On the side of a rutted road, sit down cross-legged and place bamboo slips in front of you.

A few words were engraved on a wooden board:

Annotation of "Qi Cultivation Technique", posthumous work by Han Ping of Qingluan Sect, the price is three lower-grade spirit stones.

Can be knife...... I didn't write this sentence.

In order to make this commentary more convincing, he immediately entered the retreat and brought the goods on the spot.

Even if the bamboo slips were not sold, at least he did not waste his cultivation time.

It was very hot in the morning, because of the premonition that it would be even hotter at noon and in the afternoon, and many villagers from nearby tribes got up early to go to the town of Montenegro.

The flow of people on the road is acceptable.

As soon as Wang Ye sat down for a quarter of an hour, seven or eight passers-by gathered around him.

"How can there be a way to sell your heart on the road? Can't even afford to pay the rent of ten catties of Linggu? ”

"Maybe it's a charlatan, and you'll be beaten if you go to Fang City."

"Qingluan Sect Han Ping...... I've only heard of Qingluan Sect, but I've never heard of Han Ping. ”

"Don't say it, Daoyou's entry into the realm has some skills."

"However, after all, it's just a "Qi Cultivation Technique", everyone in the cultivation realm can memorize it, and can they annotate the flowers?"

"What about annotating flowers? Who can survive is not a Qi Refiner, who still needs to cultivate Qi? ”

"You can't say that, you still have to continue to nourish your qi before building the foundation."

"It's just that now this aura concentration, it's good to maintain cultivation, who can upgrade?"

Wang Ye is as immobile as a mountain, letting him say it, and he doesn't justify anything, and he is not affected by bad reviews at all.

In fact, he didn't listen to a word.

He has already immersed himself in the first realm of seeing mountains as mountains, and has entered into the cultivation of meditation, without heart and self, and cares about everything in the world.

The dantian is as warm as jade, and the spiritual power runs like a trickle, not affected in any way......

Passers-by are not stupid, it is rare to see the spiritual power of this realm in operation in the wasteland era, as if the young man in front of him is a cultivator of the new qi refining in the wasteland era.

The more everyone looked, the more they felt that his realm was good.

This means that the annotations of this "Qi Nourishing Technique" are likely to have some doorways.

I want to flip through one or two, but I can see that the bamboo slips are tied tightly by red ropes, and I am embarrassed.

"What if it's a little bit of a thought? In this era, spend three lower grade spirit stones to buy a set of Qi Nourishing Technique annotations, crazy, right? ”

"If you sell three catties of Linggu, I am willing to give this fellow Daoist a chance."

"Sell it or not, give me a word!"

"Five pounds, ......"

"Ten catties of Linggu, it can't be more."

"Still in business?"

"What a piece of wood!"

Wang Ye didn't care.

He is not good at business, and setting up a stall is also Jiang Ziya's fishing, and those who wish to take the bait.

His target users are actually the kind of mortals who have a good family background but have not yet refined qi.

If the heavyweight daughter in charge of the king has not yet refined qi, this set of mental methods is just right for her.

It's a pity that she is refining qi on the second floor.

Wang Ye's target users are too few, and most of them appear in Fang City.

Setting up a stall on the road is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Therefore, Wang Ye decided to sell it for three days to try, but if he couldn't sell it in three days, he changed his strategy and directly sold the replica, ten catties of Linggu a copy, with small profits but quick turnover.

The only thing he relied on was his state of concentration.

After all, Han Ping's predecessors' annotations on Qi cultivation techniques penetrated into it, and he had a panel to add points, and his understanding and mastery of Qi cultivation techniques were stronger than those famous and decent disciples, not to mention these doomsday scattered cultivators?

Even if he didn't sell it, at least he didn't delay his cultivation.

Three poles on the sun.

Passers-by come and go, and one-third of them will stop for a moment, marveling at Wang Ye's qi cultivation realm, occasionally bargaining, but not one who is willing to pay for it.

Wang Ye's face was indifferent and he didn't care.

I have to say that compared to the Green River Valley, the concentration of aura at the foot of the mountain in Black Mountain Town is also really considerable.

Wang Ye has just practiced for half an hour——

[Refining 1st Floor+1...... 31/100。 】

It's almost noon.

[Refining 1st Floor+1...... 32/100。 】

And then to the evening.

[Refining 1st Floor+3...... 33/100。 】

Good guy, it rose by three points in one day, which is even more awesome than Moutai!

Night is falling.

Just when Wang Ye forgot about his business and was addicted to cultivation and couldn't extricate himself-

Big fish, hooked.

Three male monks in faded green shirts came to Wang Ye's stall.

Two young monks on the first level of Qi refining, and a middle-aged man on the second level of Qi refining.

Led by the middle-aged Dao:

"The three of us brothers have seen from afar that you have been practicing here for a long time, and you can improve in one day in this era, this set of Qi cultivation commentaries is indeed rare."

Immediately, he took out three lower grade spirit stones and placed them on the wooden board in front of Wang Ye.

"Three lower-grade spirit stones, equivalent to one for each of my three brothers, and it's not too expensive to get this mental method."

Sensing the chilling breath of the spirit stone, Wang Ye's settled state instantly broke the defense.

He forced himself to open his eyes slowly, instead of seeing money immediately.

This was the first time he had seen the appearance of the spirit stone with his own eyes in the eight years he had traveled.

It is said to be a stone, but it is like a round green jade, which is naturally formed, similar in size, and unified in spiritual power.

[Three low-grade spirit stones, although they have been formed for a long time, they are well preserved, and the remaining spiritual power is more than ninety percent, which is a rare high-quality spirit stone. 】

There were three buyers, a middle-aged man on the second floor of qi refining and two young people on the first floor of qi refining.

Wang Ye bowed slightly, silently accepted the spirit stone, and did not say a word, looking like a master.

He felt that as a seller of exercises, if he seemed to have never seen the world, he would be easily targeted by bad people.

The three buyers looked at each other.

The middle-aged man led by him picked up the bamboo slip in the air.

After roughly flipping through one or two, seeing that Wang Ye didn't say a word for a long time, he looked around and left quickly.

The transaction process is extremely short and there are no surprises.

Wang Ye, who got three lower-grade spirit stones, was excited in his heart like a monkey who had just jumped out of Wuzhi Mountain.

He looked around, but there was no one around.

However, for the sake of safety, he did not immediately go to the market to sweep the goods, but walked home.

It's a pity that the ninth district is at the foot of Black Mountain, and the place where the stall was set up just now is at the foot of Black Mountain, no matter how you go, you have to cross a large area of wilderness.

It's getting dark again.

Isn't that good......

There is no written law in this world, and there is no police to investigate and arrest criminals......

Just because the shopkeeper's family is fine, you can't think that the wasteland era is full of good people.

Striding in the wilderness of Shannan, Wang Ye seemed to be able to hear his heartbeat.

Fortunately, the survival guide has not warned him of the danger, so that he can breathe a little.

I don't know how long I walked.

Wang Ye suddenly heard footsteps behind him.

Can't help but speed up the stride.

Until someone suddenly blocked the way.

It was the middle-aged man who bought bamboo slips just now!

Wang Ye looked back, and the other two young people also followed.

The middle-aged man pulled out a spiritual sword, which refracted silver in the moonlight.

The other two also drew their daggers.

"Seeing that you look like a master, why are you afraid of walking at night?"

"Do you think there is a good thing in the world that you can set up a stall without paying rent?"

"Do you think that in the wasteland era, someone would really buy you a tattered bamboo slip with three spirit stones?"

"This young fellow Daoist...... You're living in a dream! ”