At the end of a night of penance, as soon as the morning dawned, Jiang Quinoa went to the mission hall with a storage bag to buy two paper cranes, and after activation, he left the miscellaneous peak with the paper cranes.

The early morning clouds floated in the air, and drops of dew hung on the tail of the clouds, and she couldn't help but raise her hand to grab a handful as she passed by, and then looked at her wet hand and pursed her lips and smiled.

The paper crane carried her past one mountain peak after another, and the rows of exquisite courtyards and the figures of her disciples were looming halfway up the mountainside.

Bowing your head, the two peaks you pass through are connected by a quietly flowing stream, the surface of the stream is covered with light smoke, and the occasional fish ripples out of the stream.

In a trance, Jiang Quinoa really had the illusion of living in the sky.

The miscellaneous servant peak was not too far from the gate of the Five Spirits Sect, and the paper crane flew with her for about half an hour before swaying and falling.

This time, Jiang Quinoa gathered an aura shield to protect himself, but he didn't feel pain, but quietly enjoyed the beautiful scenery all the way.

Before the crane's spiritual power was exhausted, she put it away and put it back in the storage bag.

Out of the gate, in front of you is a wide avenue leading to the bottom of the mountain, about ten zhang wide, and the road is planted with straight dead trees.

The trunk of the withered tree is straight, the branches are also stretched straight up, and the large leaves are like handfuls of pampas leaves, hanging with crystal dewdrops.

Jiang Quinoa once saw the withered tree in the book, which is said to have the function of warding off evil spirits and turning the sun away.

Jiang Quinoa stretched his legs and looked at everything around him in a novel way.

When she crossed, "Jiang Quinoa" had already measured the spiritual root, was accepted into the spirit boat, and then was included in the Five Spirit Sect, and everything in the outside world was strange and interesting.

Sometimes she wonders, where did the original traversal soul go? Why did she occupy this body?

However, she has always pursued the principle of what has been done is safe, and there is no need to think about the problems that cannot be figured out.

Even if she is really asked to go back one day, she can live for so many more years, she will earn it.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Jiang Quinoa's mouth, and he happily went down the mountain.

Walk down the hill along the bowstring-like avenue, and at the end of it is a fang market.

It is said to be a fang city, but in Jiang Quinoa's eyes, this looks like a small city.

The sign at the entrance of Fang Market has two crooked words written on it, Jiang Quinoa can't understand it, and guesses that maybe it is written "Fang City"?

Two disciples of the foundation building period wearing black armor and holding spears were guarding the gate of Fang City, and when they saw Jiang Quinoa coming down from the mountain, they glanced at the miscellaneous labor peak clothes on her body, and then withdrew their gaze and acquiesced to her entering Fang City.

Jiang Quinoa stepped forward to say hello, and then walked into Fang City.

She felt like she had penetrated an invisible barrier, and then the noise in her ears exploded, startling her slightly.

"Fellow Daoists, please stay, look at my Bodhi tree!"

"Your name is Bodhi Tree? You're not afraid to laugh off your big teeth! ”

"Don't miss it when you pass by, the Psychic Demon Pill of the fifth-order demon beast!"

"This fellow Daoist, look at the things I have here, but they were all found from the cave mansion of the predecessors of the Transformation Stage!"

“……”

People come and go in the market, and it is a prosperous scene.

The streets were lined with stalls, and some monks spread a piece of cloth directly on the ground and put things on it.

Behind the stalls are small three-storey buildings, which look exactly the same except for the door plaque.

Jiang Quinoa watched a senior in the foundation building period pull a passing monk, and introduced his "treasure" endlessly, praising the pile of things.

The monk who passed by shook his head and left, and he immediately changed his goal and praised him again.

There are quite a few people who do this.

Jiang Quinoa was still standing at the entrance of the market, and at this moment he deeply experienced the world described in the book.

In fact, the cultivation realm is also the same as the later generations, everyone is working hard for life, not as high and arrogant as imagined, and above the world.

How many people are there who can cultivate to the highest level and step through the void?

Most monks simply live longer than the average person.

Jiang Quinoa lowered his eyes and raised his feet to look at the nearest stall.

Dressed in a green shirt and wearing a hat on his head, the stall owner slept crookedly on a chair, looking the opposite of the people around him.

Isn't this the dress of the master in the novel?

Jiang Quinoa's eyes lit up slightly, and he ran to the stall and squatted down, thinking to himself that he could also pick up some leaks and go back?

But when she saw the things on the stall clearly, the light in her eyes was suddenly extinguished.

She smiled awkwardly and glanced at the stall owner, who was still asleep.

No wonder he fell asleep here, the only thing on the stall was a few ordinary spirit grasses and a few pills.

If you throw it out, only a low-level cultivator like them will pick it up.

Jiang Quinoa stood up, secretly spitting in his heart that he thought it was beautiful, and then moved his pace and continued to another stall.

The stall owner had a Chinese face with thick eyebrows that were slanted up into his hair.

He shouted hard, but he showed a look of disgust when he saw Jiang Quinoa.

With the fourth layer of Qi cultivation of a miscellaneous service peak, it would be good to be able to touch two spirit stones.

Jiang Quinoa sensed the stall owner's disdain, and she didn't feel embarrassed much, after all, she used to be bad at doing things, and she didn't bear this kind of gaze.

She approached the stall and took a look, most of the stalls were filled with some spiritual grass, in addition to a hosta and an ink-colored folding fan.

The hosta is pure white throughout, and it seems to be surrounded by lines under a closer look, which is very beautiful.

Jiang Quinoa liked it a little, and was about to raise her hand to take a look, but the stall owner slapped her hand away.

"Get out of the way, you're in the way of your seniors!"

There was a mixture of dissatisfaction and a hint of flattery in his voice.

Jiang Quinoa frowned slightly, and turned his head to the side, and saw two familiar figures.

"Ginger quinoa?"

Shen Qingluo didn't expect to meet Jiang Quinoa in Fang City, and her eyes widened in surprise.

Previously, she won a bet with Shizun, and was about to use the won spirit stones to buy something in Fang City, but she never thought that she would run into Jiang Quinoa.

She carefully looked at Jiang Quinoa's cultivation, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Fortunately, Jiang Quinoa's cultivation speed has really slowed down.

"The disciple has seen two masters."

Jiang Quinoa's face was slightly condensed, and he clasped his fists and saluted the two.

It's really a fate that can't be shaken off, and it's rare to meet Shen Qingluo and Ji Wuchen on the next trip to the mountain.

Ji Wuchen still looked indifferent and indifferent, obviously putting away the coercion, standing in this big Fang market is still eye-catching.

He glanced at Jiang Quinoa and recognized her as the disciple mentioned by his junior sister at the apprenticeship ceremony.

Thinking of his junior sister's reactions when he mentioned Jiang Quinoa, he glanced at Shen Qingluo meaningfully, and then returned to his indifferent appearance.

"What a coincidence, are you here to buy something?"

Shen Qingluo smiled at Jiang Quinoa and said politely.