"What do you want to know? Say, say, I know everything. Yang Yu was a little excited.

Usually, when the two of them are together, she is chattering, Xiang Yang is expressionless, what should she do? It's hard to say whether she hears it or not, and only occasionally responds to two sentences.

Today, Xiang Yang actually took the initiative to ask himself, Yang Yu was too curious about Xiang Yang's question.

"How can I earn more Pei Yuan Dan?" After Xiang Yang finished speaking, he saw Yang Yu's shoulders collapse, presumably unable to satisfy her burning gossip heart, and was quite disappointed.

"The easiest and safest is the various tasks within the sect, like the library that you have to organize every day. Of course, the task of the sect is only for the inner disciples, and they are not unavoided, they just need to work hard to cultivate, and their respective masters will provide them with resources. ”

Xiang Yang is a miscellaneous disciple, as long as he has poor qualifications and is a registered disciple recommended by various places, he is a miscellaneous disciple in the Luoji Gate.

Miscellaneous disciples, as the name suggests, are miscellaneous servants within the sect, responsible for what the outer disciples disdain to do and must be done, and the monthly Pei Yuan Dan is also symbolically given two or three, but this is tantamount to an elixir for miscellaneous disciples, and for a disciple like Xiang Yang, he is even more thirsty and has nowhere to find it.

"Of course, there are good and bad tasks in the sect, good and easy, and Peiyuan Danduo's tasks are all taken over by the outer disciples, no one dares to resist, and no one dares to fight for it, like we have to do what we have left, we don't have to choose. Yang Yu continued.

Xiang Yang denied this way in his heart, it was too troublesome, fighting for it, not to mention what the result was, this process was boring when he heard it, and what Xiang Yang hated the most was this kind of meaningless dispute.

Yang Yu didn't get Xiang Yang's response, so he knew that Xiang Yang was not satisfied with her reply, so he continued: "There are other methods, there is a fang market not far from our sect, where cultivators trade with each other and take what they need. ”

When Xiang Yang heard this, he stopped his movements and motioned for Yang Yu to continue, Yang Yu saw that Xiang Yang was interested in this, so he spoke in more detail.

"The bazaar is held every three days, and each monk brings to the bazaar what he has but does not need, in exchange for what he needs. ”

"They would even write the items they needed on a white cloth, or even write relevant information, and put them next to them, so that others would find them and sell them, because they needed them urgently, so they would be paid relatively well. ”

Yang Yu seemed to think of something suddenly, "Hey, our sect also has a shop in Fang City, which is taken care of by special personnel, and some tasks will be released regularly in the shop, mainly to meet the needs of the sect, so that people from all parties will complete it and come to trade." ”

As he spoke, he became disappointed, "Senior sisters and brothers are just going to take the task, because today is the day when the shop releases a new task, alas, a weak cultivator like me, they disdain to take me there." ”

Xiang Yang was very dissatisfied with her passivity, "Isn't it okay to cultivate well, so what, where is the specific location of Fang City?"

Yang Yu was stimulated by Xiang Yangfeng's light tone, and said excitedly: "Cultivate well, speak lightly." Presumably you also know that the more you need to cultivate to the later you go, the more difficult it is to advance, just with my Pei Yuan Dan of five pills a day, how can you ......?"

Yang Yuzheng rolled his eyes upward, opened his eyes sharply, and exclaimed, "What? You don't really want to go, do you?"

Xiang Yang was silent, Yang Yu instantly regretted, why did she say this if she had nothing to do!

Anxiously persuaded: "I can't go, I know that your cultivation is definitely higher than mine, you don't have to be surprised, I don't mean anything else, I just feel that you are very powerful, and I will do my best to do what I recognize." ”

"I'm very envious, but this is not a joke, there are many disciples, even inner disciples who can't come back when they go out, no one knows what happened, no one dies or a corpse. Yang Yu said as he spun around, racking his brains, trying to convince Xiang Yang.

"You have no one to teach, you can practice the basics so well, you must also be able to find other ways in the sect, become more and more powerful, way, what is the way?" Yang Yu was a little incoherent, trying to dispel Xiang Yang's terrible thoughts.

Xiang Yang's heart was warm, this feeling of being cared for was so good, he couldn't bear the other party to be so entangled, Xiang Yang shouted, "Stop!" If she doesn't stop it, I'm afraid she will keep thinking about it.

Yang Yu stopped suddenly, choked on his own saliva and coughed, and looked at Xiang Yang with resentment in his eyes, as if complaining that he had scared him.

"I don't even know what the spirit looks like, how do I get the task? Xiang Yang said helplessly.

Yang Yu was even more strange, "Then why are you asking the location of Fang City? It is impossible for you to do brainless behaviors such as stealing and robbing?"

Xiang Yang was almost laughed at by her, and sure enough, the brain circuits of people who love gossip are extraordinary.

"I want to earn Pei Yuan Dan, but not now, I want to understand and learn some knowledge about spiritual objects, there are no relevant books on the first floor," Xiang Yang said as he devoted himself to sorting out the books.

"I'm afraid I can't afford to borrow the books on the second floor, so I have to find another way, maybe I'll get something out there. Xiang Yang explained.

Yang Yu bit her lip and said uncertainly: "Senior sister has it there, but she usually carries it with her, so I will find a way to bring it to you." ”

The senior sister Yang Yu said, Xiang Yang saw it in the morning, and at first glance she was a person who was not easy to get along with, and she must have been very embarrassed to see what Yang Yu said.

Xiang Yang felt unnecessary, "No, what she has there is not necessarily what I need, I just need to know a few generally." ”

Seeing that Yang Yu was still looking at himself worriedly, he assured Yang: "Don't worry, I will definitely not take the task until I am fully prepared." ”

Xiang Yang didn't get an answer, and patiently continued to ask: "Where is Fang City, how to go, and how long is the road?"

"There are two roads, the mass grave in the back mountain is the closest, and from there it is another hour's walk down the mountain. However, they were reluctant to go there, and the senior brothers and sisters all went down the mountain from the main gate and went around to the back of the mountain, which was about half a day's journey. You don't have to ask for directions, just follow them on the way to the back mountain, because every then the monks from the neighborhood rush there. ”

Yang Yu believes that if she doesn't tell Xiangyang, she will have a way to know, and it is pointless for her to insist.

"If you go, ask Deacon Qiu for leave, up to six days a month, otherwise the monthly rule will be deducted. ”

It didn't take long for Yang Yu to leave, she still had tasks to do, and Xiang Yang continued to work on herself.

After a few days like this, Xiang Yang got ready and walked towards the mass grave with his sword on his back. Others are dirty, unlucky, and sunny, but they don't care, how to save time and how to come.

Xiang Yang, who came to the mass grave, realized that they did not avoid this place because of dirt and bad luck, but because of the white bones in front of them, they were cold and creepy, and Xiang Yang had always been bold, and he felt his scalp numb.

Xiang Yang silently said "I'm sorry", quickly passed, and ran all the way down the mountain, not stopping until the bottom of the mountain.

Xiang Yang didn't know how these white bones were formed, but those lingering white bones repeatedly reminded him to be more cautious in his words and deeds in the future.

Xiang Yang rested at the bottom of the mountain, did not continue to move forward, but observed the passers-by, and sure enough, as Yang Yu said, they were all going in the same direction, and some even used the magic talisman.

Shenxing Talisman, one Pei Yuan Dan, these are all masters who are almost the same as money.

After Xiang Yang knew the general direction, he walked forward, there was a fire along the road, no need to think about it, it must have been left by these monks to rest along the way, Xiang Yang did not have to worry about the overnight stay for these three days.

Near the market, he heard the shouting, Xiang Yang couldn't help but speed up his pace, the market in front of him was no different from an ordinary market, but the things sold were different.

Xiang Yang entered the Fang Market and wandered around, where there was buying and selling, and where there were interests, there was deception and falsehood, and Xiang Yang wanted to learn, but he didn't want to get false information.

The first thing Xiangyang needs to do is not to learn, but to judge which stalls are real and which people are selling fake. Of course, this process is not done in a day.

A person's expression, behavior, and way of speaking can show what this person is like, Xiang Yang is not so powerful, he can't judge it in a word, he can only keep observing.

In this way, the day passed quickly, the night came, the food was very good, and there was no place to stay in the city.

The cultivation of monks is not only cultivation, but also various other aspects, among which being at ease with what they encounter and staying overnight in the wilderness is a way for them to generally default to it.

They believe that cultivation and heaven are a process of losing their lives at any time, and they should be different from ordinary people, rather than enjoying them, because comfort will lose vigilance.

Xiang Yang's choice of overnight location is chosen during the day, a little away from Fang City, Xiang Yang wants to avoid the crowd, but not too far away from them, it is not safe to be close to them, far away from them, it is not safe to be alone.

She didn't make a fire, but went straight to a big tree, and put some mosquito-repellent herbs picked along the way at the bottom of the tree.

Xiang Yang mechanically nibbled on the dry food she brought, thinking about what she had seen and heard in the market, she wanted to try to get useful information from this large amount of messy information, Xiang Yang had already identified a few places, just wait for tomorrow to confirm it.

"I hope there will be a harvest tomorrow," Xiang Yang closed his eyes and recuperated his energy, but his spiritual sense was fully opened, and the wind and grass within a radius of six meters were all in his mind.

The night was peaceful, the goal was determined in my heart, and I was not in a hurry to implement it, because there were few people and I couldn't find anything out of Xiangyang, so I went to Fang City after meditating for two hours.

After two days like this, Xiangyang did not gain much, and only determined the form, habits, excavation methods and prices of the two spiritual objects.

It's not that Xiangyang has no other harvest, but most of the spiritual things in the market have been processed and are not fresh.

It is difficult for Xiang Yang to distinguish their form, he does not know the appearance characteristics, and it is useless to know anything else in detail.

Fortunately, on the last day, some of the monks who took over the mission returned and traded with the monks who issued the mission, and two of them happened to be spiritual objects that Xiang Yang had already explored, but they didn't know their appearance.

Overall, Xiang Yang's luck is still good, and Xiang Yang is generally satisfied with this trip.

Considering that studying ancient books and recording spiritual objects all need paper and pencils, Xiang Yang went to the shop and bought some, of course, these are not Pei Yuan Dan or are they traded with money.

Approaching dusk, Xiangyang began to return home.