In the following time, Song Hua began to buy some things in the city, what food seasonings, and some daily necessities, and even gambled on stones.

The Eye of Origin gave him too much advantage, and he had to take advantage of it.

During this period, Qingyan also left, saying that he wanted to go back to receive the reward, and then he and Shizun came to find Qingyu Daoren, and took the master to meet him by the way.

And Song Hua didn't know that his master had quietly gone on a date, and he was still buying on the street, selling the meat of the beasts in the Great Wilderness from time to time.

"Old man, don't fool me, this thing has no divinity at first glance, if it weren't for watching him barely be a pot, do you think I would buy it?" Song Hua squatted on a stall with a gloomy face, surrounded by a crowd.

In order to highlight his simplicity, he is like a child in the mountains, carrying a snakeskin bag, and when he moves, there is a sound of metal colliding.

There are still a lot of bottles and cans of things around his waist, all of which are some spices.

"Yes, yes, Lao Liangzi is not a man, and he even pits a young man who goes out of the mountain for the first time, no wonder your business is bleak." The crowd around was also pointing at an old man in the stall.

In the center of the city, on the bluestone paved road, in an open space, pieces of cloth were placed on the ground, and each piece of cloth was placed with something, and on top of each piece of cloth sat a person.

Qingyan had already gone back, only Song Hua was shopping, and at the same time, he also understood that Qizhou was the front line of the war in the Immortal Ancient Era, and there were too many good things here.

Now he was arguing with the stall owner, it was a gray plate, the size of two palms together, very rounded, but with some cracks and chips, and no divinity, it looked like an ordinary basin.

And in Song Hua's eyes, this plate was actually bubbling with a golden mist, this thing must be a peerless treasure, or contain something.

It's just that the stall owner doesn't know how to turn it on.

"Enough, this thing was brought out from the secret realm of gods and demons by me in nine deaths, a god-level exercise, otherwise don't talk about it!" The stall owner said with a wave of his big hand, turned his head directly, and no longer looked at the crowd.

"There are so many palaces in the secret realm of gods and demons, and there are so many ruins and fragments of weapons, there are many bowls like this, who knows if you are from the stove of a palace, just take a bowl to fool us!"

"That's it, there are many black-hearted businessmen like him, little brother don't pay attention to him."

"How can a person like us have a god-level exercise, Lao Liang, you might as well go directly to the palace to sell it."

The people around were talking about it, and Lao Liang's face suddenly turned red, and they guessed that he really went to a palace to find a bowl casually.

"Alas, forget it, the kid is also anxious to cook for the master, this bowl looks very broken, so I don't want it, I don't want to spend that unjust money." Song Hua shook his head regretfully, got up and was about to leave, of course, he was pretending.

"Young man, if you come to me to buy it, the pots and pots I have here are much better looking than Lao Liang's pit goods, and they only ask for three spars, no matter how much like him, you may not be able to grab a god-level exercise, except for the royal family and the academy, this thing is impossible for people like us to have."

Immediately, an aunt enthusiastically took Song Hua's hand and walked to her stall.

With Song Hua's every move, the sack behind him rang loudly, and the metal inside collided.

Everyone knows that Song Hua doesn't have any Qiankun bags and space storage, and can only use bags made of snake skin.

Sure enough, with the solicitation of the aunt, Lao Liang finally couldn't sit still, and hurriedly opened his mouth to sell, but he also wanted five spars, after all, this was brought out by him in his life, although it was a bowl, but it was also brought out from the secret realm of gods and demons.

In the end, Song Hua accepted the gray bowl with a smile and gave Lao Liang a few spars, he did not rush to study, but continued to inquire on the street.

"There are three secret realms in Qizhou, the secret realm of gods and demons, the Immortal Fall Holy Island, and the forbidden heaven and land." Song Hua was a little excited and excited, with his Origin Eye, he would definitely gain a lot in the secret realm.

It's just that it doesn't have the strength, and it's useless.

The Secret Realm of Gods and Demons was a battlefield below the supreme level of the Immortal Gu Era.

The legend of the Immortal Fall Holy Island is the battlefield of the Supreme and the True Immortal.

And the forbidden heaven and land, no one knows what the battlefield of the strong is.

I only know that it has rarely been opened once in tens of thousands of years, and there is an endless sea of blood in it, and there are also some caves of true immortals, and various inheritances.

It is suspected that there was a great change before the gathering of the prosperous times, and then all of them fell.

Song Hua was very interested in these three secret realms, of course, he didn't forget to collect more good things here, and after he broke through the cave sky, he went to break through the three secret realms.

.......

The bluestone-paved road is lined with shops and trees, but the leaves have turned yellow, and now it is autumn, and the streets are sprinkled with golden leaves.

Song Hua walked down the street with a one-person-high snakeskin bag on his back, and the pedestrians on the road cast strange glances, and from time to time they pointed at Song Hua and laughed.

And he was expressionless, what is this, when he was on Earth, he carried this snakeskin bag to school, and he carried it on the subway and planes, he was a social phobia.

Of course, social terrorism is talking about --- social "terrorists".

"When Changchang...."

Things behind him are constantly colliding with the footsteps, with rhythmic metal intertwining sounds.

"If I hadn't crossed over, I would have thought I was fourteen years old again, and I thought I was carrying a guy on my back." Song Hua sighed in his heart, when he first came out of society, he was like this, carrying a snakeskin bag on his back, riding a motorcycle, running wildly on the street, and the guy fell to the ground.

"But if you come out to mix, why don't you have a vest, and you will grab it later... Phew, it's very convenient when you borrow things in the future. Song Hua said to himself in his heart, he was going out to wander, and he couldn't always appear in the form of his real name.

In the next few days, Song Hua was everywhere in the city.

He completely mingled with some uncles and aunts in the city, and his character was also established, simple, kind, and gentle.

When you go out, what if there is a strong man who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger inside?

At the same time, he also found something with a golden haze, which were the colors of peerless good things, if it was black or red, he didn't want anything.

Braving the haze of cyan, blue, purple, gold, these are all good things.

Or maybe some of the items had golden runes floating on them, and some hazy shards and threads.

This kind of thing is better, because Song Hua guessed that these were Great Dao runes, or law orders.

Of course, with his strength, he naturally does not understand.

Overall, he was very satisfied with this trip and gained a lot of golden things.

.......

"Xiaohua, are you going back?" An aunt stood in the city gate, looked at Song Hua carrying a bunch of things, and asked with some reluctance.

There were even some old men who came out with baskets of things to say goodbye.

Song Hua approached them not without purpose, putting aside the facts, in case, what if there was a hermit powerhouse in it.

When you come out to mix, you pay attention to having more friends and more contacts, and the older you are, the more you have more connections.

"Xiaohua, if you go home, we old men will be bored, and we will be happy in the cosmic tyrannosaurus before you finish speaking." An uncle said regretfully.

He has a strong body, gray hair, a face that looks only in his sixties, a ruddy face, his eyes are bright, as if they contain divine light, his legs and feet are neat, Song Hua has also seen this old man backflip.

"Yes, yes, I still want to wait for you to finish, how can Lazy become a generation of supremes." There are also some old aunts who said regretfully.

Song Hua smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll come back, and I'll have to rely on your grandparents when the time comes." ”

It has been two months since he came to the Qikong Dynasty, and in these two months, he has traveled all over the place, met many uncles and grandmothers, and often chatted with them.

He made chess and poker and taught the boring masters.

Song Hua didn't want to miss a strong person, what if, what if there was really a peerless powerhouse?

It was his honor to befriend a peerless powerhouse, and he would not let go of any opportunity.

This world is too dangerous, and his backer only has a seriously injured master, and he doesn't expect too much from the Heavenly Dao, and if he goes out to do things in the future, he will definitely offend many people, and even use his old profession to eat, and he will definitely not be able to offend those immortal families.

You must know that now that the Immortal Gu has just been defeated, some remnant immortals, as well as seriously injured supremes, are living in seclusion.

What if those uncles and aunts were once immortals, or supreme.

And there are three secret realms here, especially the forbidden heaven and land secret realm.

I heard that it is a terrifying secret realm that makes the sect leader bleed.

He didn't know what good things were inside, but what if there was an immortal elixir inside.

And there are most hermit powerhouses here, probably waiting for the secret realm to open.

In the original work, there are several immortal kings in the lower realm, and there are many three thousand Dao states in the upper realm.

For example, the Supreme Palace, as well as the Xuanwu Immortal King, and there are many true immortal forces, so an inconspicuous figure may be a peerless powerhouse.

Just like in the later life, when Ye Fan was shopping, he met a sloppy middle-aged man who picked his feet, at first glance, it was the realm of the Dao Palace, but he was a quasi-emperor, and even if it wasn't for the restrictions of heaven and earth, maybe he could become an emperor.

Therefore, Song Hua adhered to this concept of not letting go, and took care of a group of uncles and aunts.

"Xiaohua, this thing is something that the uncle personally refines, it can calm people's minds, and it also has the effect of relieving fatigue, your small body, you will definitely be very tired along the way, and the uncle's cultivation is not enough, this will be given to you."

An old man walked with a limp on crutches, and he was still holding a jade pendant in his hand, which was very ordinary, looking like a plastic stone, without any pattern, simple.

Song Hua opened the Eye of Origin and looked at it, he was still shocked at first, but in the end, he looked confused and doubtful about life.

He obviously saw a figure sitting in the jade pendant, densely intertwined with threads, but the next moment it disappeared.

"Hey, why did you arrive so quickly, old man, I just finished Xiaohua's weapon." A sturdy old man ran over from the street, holding a red Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand.

It is unimaginable that an old man in his seventies, holding a Fang Tian painting halberd of nearly three meters, is running like a fly.

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