Under the morning light, Fang Xiaobei slowly opened his eyes.

The sense of fulfillment of practicing all night made Fang Xiaobei think in a trance that he was back in his previous life.

"Gross, it stinks."

The smell on his body made Fang Xiaobei feel sick to his stomach, glad that he hadn't eaten too much last night, and the meat porridge had already been digested in cultivation.

Fang Xiaobei got up and walked into the house, took off his clothes and pants, and threw them into the trash.

Step into the bathroom and turn on the shower.

Due to the first contact of this body with spiritual practice, coupled with the low physical fitness, the impurities are expelled much more.

So Fang Xiaobei stayed in the bathroom for a long time.

The sound of the water stopped, and when it reappeared, it was already in a set of civilian clothes.

"Refreshed." Fang Xiaobei sighed, but then he felt that something was wrong.

The aura in his body is overflowing uncontrollably to the outside of his body, and the aura that overflows into his body loses all his spirit and disintegrates into air within a few seconds.

Fang Xiaobei immediately understood that this world did not allow the existence of aura.

So what to do?

Do you want to give up?

No, no!

Blockade, lock the aura!

Reiki is activated to close the pores of the whole body.

The speed at which the aura overflowed had weakened by half, but it was still overflowing.

Treating the symptoms rather than the root cause, it seems that you still need to use a formation to block the overflow of aura.

Calmness is Fang Xiaobei's consistent style, and after being reincarnated, this style has not been abandoned, whether it is the battle with the Lion-faced Ghost King the night before or now.

While thinking, Fang Xiaobei walked to the front yard, picked up the broom, and began to clean up the ashes left behind by the burning of the memorial offerings.

While cleaning, Fang Xiaobei's eyes lit up little by little, and when he finished cleaning, he had already thought of a way.

There were so many ashes that the two-and-a-half-person-high trash cans were all full, and the time came to seven o'clock in the morning.

Fang Xiaobei not only swept the ashes into the trash, but also washed the front yard with water. He stepped on the wet ground and dragged two trash cans out the door.

The garbage collection site was not far away, and Fang Xiaobei poured two buckets of ashes into the site and dragged the garbage cans back.

Fang Xiaobei changed out of civilian clothes, put on a set of clothes that could go out on the street, grabbed the coins left by his sister Fang Yunli and went out.

There are three denominations of Hwacheon's banknotes, namely copper, nano and gold.

For ease of identification, each denomination has its own color, with the copper and nano notes being pale green, the Nayuan note being light blue, and the gold and nano notes being conspicuously bright red.

Now, the banknotes Fang Xiaobei is holding in his hand are three one-yuan banknotes.

The design of the banknote is very simple, the whole is rectangular, the grass rings are connected to each other, and the border is formed, and in the middle are two large Huachuan characters, "Na Yuan", on the left is the portrait of the empress, and on the right is the portrait of another person.

The owner of the portrait on the right is the famous Emperor Luozishu, the last emperor in Chinese history. At the same time, he was also the founder of the development of science and technology, and all the technology that is developed today is based on him.

Receiving the light blue Nayuan banknote into his pocket, Fang Xiaobei went out with confidence.

Seven o'clock in the morning is the beginning of a busy day. The streets are bustling with people, and breakfast vendors are almost everywhere you look.

Suizhou City is located in the south of Huachuan, just at the Tropic of Cancer, although the time is the time of autumn and winter, but the overall temperature is not cold, and even feel hot at noon.

"Seafood, seafood that arrived this morning, fresh and delicious!"

"Bean porridge bean porridge, hands are fast, hands are slow."

"Snow Mountain Beer, brewed from the snow-capped mountains of the north!"

"Meat buns, meat buns, a must-have for dog fighting."

Fang Xiaobei's family's financial situation barely managed to make ends meet, and they lived in the third district of Suizhou City. Compared with the lower three districts, the middle three districts have more consumers and are more down-to-earth than the upper three districts.

Therefore, the early morning, evening and night are the three most developed time points for the stall economy in the three central three districts.

Fang Xiaobei put one hand in his pocket, pushed through the crowd with the other, and lowered his head through the calling vendors and passers-by.

Although it is the third district of the middle school, under such a huge flow of people, stealing and being stolen often happens, Fang Xiaobei doesn't want the money in his hand to disappear.

Advancing all the way along the street, passing through several intersections, the density of people finally returned to normal, and Fang Xiaobei continued to rush towards the center of the city.

The commercial distribution of Suizhou City is very hierarchical, and the commercial economy in the central city is the most developed, and the farther away from the central city, the worse the commercial economic situation will be.

Of course, this situation is limited to the south of the central city, because the north of the central city belongs to the upper three districts.

If you want to buy good material memorial goods, you can only go around the central city.

So why not take the tram in the city?

Because I don't have much money in hand, for the family's financial situation, the tram is still a relatively luxurious way to travel.

Along the way, Fang Xiaobei met a number of children, all of whom were ragged and stained.

They are people from the lower three districts, and the middle three districts are not completely separated from the lower three districts.

After all, Fang Xiaobei lived in the most backward district in the middle three districts, and it was not surprising to see people in the lower three districts here.

The children chased and played, smiling and seemingly unconcerned about the tattered rags of their clothes.

Moving on, there was a down-and-out musician playing alone on the relatively clean street, but the autumn wind was bleak, and the music dissipated in the air with a gentle blow.

A beggar passed by, his face numb, his eyes glazed and empty, and only a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes when he heard the music scattered in the wind.

Many years ago, he also had a dream, a musician's dream.

Fang Xiaobei passed by the child, by the musician, by the beggar, he shook his head and did not stop.

Being able to live is already a kind of luck in itself, a blessing that the world has given them.

In the previous life, all of these people would have died.

Children were taken away and used to practice evil deeds; If the young man is lucky, he will be arrested for mining, and if he is unlucky, he will be used for blood sacrifice; If a woman is born good-looking, she will be sold to the green building, if she is mediocre, she will also be arrested for mining, and if she is ugly, she will be sacrificed with blood with young adults.

Compared to the previous life, this world is already very kind.

Fang Xiaobei walked briskly, I don't know how many streets he crossed, the surrounding environment gradually improved, and he was obviously about to reach the central city.

Following the route in the memory fragments, Fang Xiaobei entered a large shopping mall.