The mountainous area on the old woman's side, although it is located in Nansen, is very close to the burial place of the heavenly immortals, so it is still a relatively cold area for mortals.

Fang Ying Astrolabe sat on the roof, trying to run the Nirvana Sutra, but as soon as he moved the aura to the damaged meridians, he felt a burst of pain, and the aura also drifted away.

Sighing, he jumped off the roof, took the old woman's savings and went to the bazaar, some distance from here, to buy the raw materials for making candles.

He wanted to help, but he had no choice but that only spirit stones could be traded in the eternal world, but this kind of mortal bazaar generally did not accept spirit stones, because this thing was indeed relatively chicken for mortals.

Although he did not have the blessing of aura, his speed was still amazing with his physical body alone, and he could reach the bazaar in just one hour.

To Fang Yingxing's surprise, the aura in this area was so thin, but it was very prosperous for mortals, in stark contrast to the old woman's mountainous area.

On the street, the traffic is busy, shuttling through the flow of people, feeling the bustling and prosperous liveliness, making people feel like a world away. Every passerby came and went in a hurry, with a sad or happy expression on their faces. And behind this prosperity, how many grievances and power struggles are hidden?

Looking up, there are many shops and colorful signboards. Splendid Workshop, Liuli Shop, Jade Carving ...... Each home has its own unique scenery, showing ingenuity. Between the teahouses and restaurants, there are faint conversations and laughter of literati and artists, or light songs and dances of beautiful women. Every sunset, the lights are bright, and the stars compete for brilliance, which makes it seem that this bustling city never sleeps.

However, it's not all glitz. On the corners of the streets, there are also beggars in rags, huddled in the corners. The gap between the rich and the poor is evident here. All living beings have their own lives. However, whether rich or poor, they all have their own way of survival. This is the true meaning of life, and it is also the common sense of the world.

Fang Yingxing stared, his eyes locked on an inconspicuous small shop, that small shop was in a small corner, and there were not many people who came to buy things, but the small shop was always open.

The old man of the small shop was kind, but as soon as he saw Fang Yingxing, his eyes suddenly lit up, and before Fang Yingxing opened his mouth, he pulled him into the store, and after a simple greeting with Fang Yingxing, he kept asking about the old woman's situation, his eyes were full of admiration, and when he learned that Fang Yingxing had slept on the straw bed, he also grabbed the corner of his clothes with envy.

Fang Yingxing couldn't cry or laugh, and he could only try his best to answer the old man's question, of course, under normal circumstances, he chose to interrupt directly, otherwise he would definitely not be able to go back before dark.

I heard the old man say that the old woman was a famous beauty in this area when she was young, and even if she was blind, there were still countless people who went to propose marriage, but they were all rejected one by one, because those were the children of rich families, and she didn't like to be restricted in her freedom.

And the poor will not propose marriage, after all, for them, beautiful women are very important, but blind beauties are not able to do farm work, it is very chicken.

The old grandfather's life can be regarded as a legend, he was a rich child when he was young, but the family felt that the door was inappropriate, so they only let her be a concubine, who knew that he would leave the family directly after settling down the family business.

Fang Yingxing guessed that he opened this small shop specifically for the old woman.

Of course, he was also curious, just because it was impossible for the old man to do this.

But whenever he asked, the old man would blush, and he would be as shy as a little girl.

After buying the materials, Fang Yingxing sat in the teahouse on the street, after all, in this place, the teahouse is the easiest place to obtain external intelligence.

As it turned out, he heard a lot of interesting topics here.

For example, the birth of Emperor Void Body Li Tianxing, the city lord of Tianzi City announced that he was the seed-level Tianjiao of Tianzi City.

Ao Yu was suspected of being stimulated in the place of burial immortals, and returned to the Dragon Palace without saying anything, and directly began to retreat.

It is said that when the Qingling Fairy entered the sect, he smiled lightly at one of them, and directly let the pile of suitors fry the pot, and the "lucky one" felt why the flowers were so red.

Chen Qiyun's news was not heard, and some monks speculated that it was hidden, and it is said that after that incident, the news of Huo Split Sect's use of forbidden techniques leaked and was criticized by many people.

On the night they teleported out, the Burial Ghost Clan actually directly attacked a small sect and killed that sect to the point of blood, Fang Yingxing guessed that they absorbed flesh and blood essence qi and restored their previous consumption. Then he disappeared.

Of course, there was also news about himself, which made him smile a little bitterly.

Canghuang Sect and Huo Split Sect issued a chase and kill order, chasing and killing Fang Yaori, completely describing him as a demon and a cannibal man.

And the name Fang Yingxing has also been mentioned.

However, Xu Qing's news was not heard, and he didn't know whether to be happy or worried, because her identity would be dangerous once it was exposed, but her lack of news made him a little worried.

His brows tightened, and he took a sip of tea, feeling the fragrance and faint bitterness of the tea.

Looking at the time, it was not too early, he paid the bill with the errand money, and walked to the old woman's hut.

In any case, the most important thing for him now is to recover himself, and his own strength is still the most important.

He was sure that the thousand-year-old elixir would help, he had used a thousand-year-old herb found in the Dragon Cave before, and the results were indeed effective, and some of the meridians were repaired, but even if his elixir was exhausted, it could not be fully recovered.

When he returned to the hut, it was already a little dark, and the scenery around him had become hazy and mysterious. The outlines of trees, houses, and small bridges gradually blur in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if they were obscured by a light veil. The breeze blows, bringing a hint of coolness, as if it can blow away the tiredness of the day. Birds in the distance begin to return to their nests, and their chirping is accompanied by a gentle breeze, like a melodious evening song.

In such an atmosphere, it seems that any sorrow can be taken away.

Fang Yingxing entered the room and placed the cloth bag next to the round chair.

The old woman heard the sound and knew that it was Fang Yingxing who came back, so she hurriedly brought the food to the table, most of which were wild vegetables and the like, and a small plate of meat appeared in the middle of the table for the first time.

Fang Yingxing knew that this was for him, and I was afraid that the old woman was usually reluctant to eat so much.

In fact, Fang Yingxing didn't need to eat anymore, but he still picked up the wild vegetables and chewed them with relish, these were all things he had eaten when he was a child.

At the same time, he also sandwiched meat for the old woman, he knew that if he didn't do this, he was afraid that no one would move the chopsticks on this plate of meat.

He decided that the next day he would go to the mountains to catch some wild beasts and improve the old woman's food.