The first night of arriving at the coveted Immortal Cultivation Realm.

Chen Dengming, the famous Nanxun knife king in the rivers and lakes of Nanxun Country, slept in the open and curled up under the eaves of a shantytown for a night.

Early the next morning, a beautiful woman who had not returned home at night yawned and even took pity on him, and brought the scraps in his hand to his feet.

Chen Dengming suddenly woke up from a state of half-sleep and half-cultivation, looked at the meal packed with oiled paper in front of his feet, and heard a soft and tired woman's voice behind him.

"After eating this meal, I won't have a meal~~ My life is also hard."

As soon as he turned around, he saw a shadow entering, and the door closed with a bang.

What a girl!

But he's not a beggar, it's just that he just hasn't had the money to rent a house when he first arrived.

Although he was a little depressed in his heart, Chen Dengming made a 'grunt' sound in his abdomen, and opened the oiled paper bag to take a look.

Although the food inside was cold, it had a slight fluctuation of aura, which softened his original resistance for a moment.

"What conditions? This woman doesn't seem to be a monk, but she can afford to eat food with aura? ”

Chen Dengming muttered in his heart, but he could afford to put it down, rubbed his face, and quickly feasted, and when he was full, he had to try to catch the spirit fish.

Otherwise, if you can't earn money for renting a house, it will be difficult to study Dao cultivation with peace of mind.

As for cultivating in the wild, or selling Qingling Pill and other options, Chen Dengming doesn't want to try it until it is absolutely necessary, the so-called hidden dragon is not used, there are some means of survival, you have to familiarize yourself with the situation before making a decision.

He kept telling himself in his heart that this was already the world of cultivating immortals, and if he wanted to get ahead, he had to be calm, and he must not think that he could be arrogant and complacent if he had a golden finger.

Because this is an incomparably realistic and cruel cultivation realm, killing and being killed is really simple, and the class of immortals and mortals is more obvious and terrifying than all the classes in the rivers and lakes in the past.

...

Soon, days passed.

Although Chen Dengming experienced some setbacks and did not catch the spirit fish, he also used the Luo family's waist card as a mortgage and rented some tools and bait to catch the spirit fish.

This can be regarded as a good deal with some mortals in the gathering place.

In this way, he became more familiar with the situation in the gathering place, but he also really became a fish seller, nicknamed "the fish seller on the old shed street in the west".

There are thousands of households in the entire scattered cultivation area, of which mortals account for the majority, and there are also many innate martial artists, while the scattered cultivation in the Qi cultivation period only accounts for about thirty percent.

The resources here are naturally controlled by the monks, and even the right to live needs to be controlled by the monks who are divided into more than a dozen factions.

Anyone who wants to live in a retreat has to pay resources.

The way to obtain resources can be to help the monk grow spiritual rice, dig spiritual grains, explore with oneself (such as catching spiritual fish, luring demon beasts), or like those innate women...... In short, there are many ways.

The advantage of living in a casual gathering place is that it can ensure a certain amount of safety, at least without worrying about the invasion of demon beasts in the wild.

Moreover, the scattered cultivation gathering place is built on an abandoned spiritual vein, and there are still some remnants of spiritual energy here, for some innate martial artists with extremely poor qualifications, being able to live here is even the best cultivation place they can strive for.

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this day.

It was the fifth day of coming to the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

Chen Dengming put the fish he caught yesterday at the door of the eaves of the beauties where he often lived these days, and then left the gathering place with his fishing gear.

The so-called grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by springs.

These days, he often sleeps at the door of the beauty who gave him a meal that day, and he will also give some of the fish he catches to the other party for free, which is counted as the cost of rubbing at the door.

However, Namei is the kind of person who works at night in the nearby gold word shop, and often is not at home at night and only returns early in the morning.

Because of this, the two often don't meet each other, and Chen Dengming is used to it.

By the fifth day now, he had basically figured out the movement of the spirit fish, and he had also used the rented fishing gear and bait to set up some traps with the stone Gu.

I am already a little sure that I can catch one or two spirit fish in exchange for some spirit grains, and then I can redeem the mortgaged waist card, and then rent a house of my own to live in, and cultivate with peace of mind for a period of time.

...

After two pillars of incense.

Chen Dengming was familiar with the road and came to the lake more than ten miles away.

It is a large lake outside the gathering place, and it is also one of the important resources, which are jointly controlled by the two loose cultivation forces of Jinzifang and Hutong Street.

It was early in the morning, the lake was misty, and after a rain last night, the lake had risen and looked even greener and deeper.

In the distance, the water waves slowly pushed towards the lake, with a little white foam, flickering slight waves, and the surrounding lakeside lush flowers and trees, the scenery was pleasant.

Chen Dengming suddenly smelled a trace of blood and rancid smell from the fresh water vapor, and his face couldn't help but change slightly.

At this time, he also saw the monks stationed in the Golden Word Square in front of him, there were actually two more than usual, and they all exuded a faint spiritual power, one of them was wearing a robe from Hutong Street, and he was obviously a more powerful figure on the other side.

The monks were all talking around one place, and on the ground beneath their feet lay a corpse that emitted a rancid bloody gas, the surface of which was entangled in a myriad of strange slimes like spider silk, in a terrifying shape.

Sensing Chen Dengming's arrival, a monk over there glanced at him lightly and said coldly, "Mortal, there are demon beasts around here, we are doing business, you go far." ”

"Demon beasts?!"

Chen Dengming paused, looking at the corpse that obviously exuded a faint aura on the ground, and his heart sank.

It was the monk who died, and he had been fishing around for the past few days, thinking that the wild would not be too dangerous during the day.

But now it seems that he is still too optimistic......

"He's here to catch fish, let him catch it again, I haven't seen the animal yet, anyway."

At this moment, another old monk with sparse hair and a goatee said lightly.

Seeing this, the other monks shook their heads indifferently and continued to talk about the corpses on the ground.

Chen Dengming immediately smiled and clenched his fists, "Forget it, since it's dangerous here, the juniors still don't fish, so they have to change careers." ”

After that, he was about to leave, but a spiritual power enveloped him, causing him to suddenly palpitate and frown slightly.

"I Jinzifang arranged your errand, you can catch if you want to catch, and if you don't want to catch, you can change careers?"

The old man with sparse hair had sharp eyes and stared at Chen Dengming coldly, as if he felt that in front of the monks on Hutong Street, he couldn't let his own forces be embarrassed and stop him from leaving.

Seeing this, several monks on the side glanced at Chen Dengming, their expressions were indifferent, and then they chatted about each other, not taking it too seriously.

"Immortal Master!"

Chen Dengming smiled and clenched his fists, and wanted to excuse himself, but the old man snorted coldly, his eyes became dangerous, and the spiritual power on his body began to intensify.

Don’t wait for prosperity to care for the things important to you.

"This old guy ......"

Chen Dengming's heart was on fire, but he immediately lowered his head to prevent the old man from noticing.

The blood centipede Gu in the ear canal was even more slightly restless, murderous.

"Juniors, of course, you have to start and finish well!"

Chen Dengming suddenly took a deep breath, his eyes were slightly clouded, he lowered his head and carried the fishing gear, and walked towards the lake shore opposite the old man and the others.

He kept admonishing himself in his heart.

The big husband can bend and stretch, the other party is overwhelming, now is not the time, if there is a time to be alone, he will release all the blood of the rivers and lakes, no need to endure it anymore.

But the Blood Centipede Gu didn't seem to listen, the Gu worm communicated with him, noticed his depression, and his bloodthirsty desire was constantly amplified, making him have the urge to kill immortals with Fan and trample the stinky face of the immortal cultivator on the soles of his feet.

"Centipede centipede wait...... If you don't make a move, it's enough, and if you make a move, you will kill with one blow......"

Sensing several spiritual powers behind him, Chen Dengming tried his best to appease the Blood Centipede Gu to calm down, the fury without strength was an incompetent rage, and after calmly planning to make a move, he could defeat the strong with the weak, he quickly guessed the old man's intentions.

Didn't you want him to be used as bait to lure the so-called killer demon beast to appear?

If so, what advantage does he have that he can use quickly? ......

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