Chang Ling got up and cleaned himself up briefly, got up and went to open the door.

Fu Ning, who lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, looked at the door that suddenly opened in front of him, and took a few steps back, burying his head lower, seeing that the pair of white boots Chang Ling was wearing were getting closer and closer to him.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it yesterday, how is your injury now, you went out of Qingzhou City to do a mission two days ago, I also just knew, if I had known, I would not have beaten you." Fu Ning snorted.

As she spoke, she handed over a palm-sized bag.

tilted his head to the side, and didn't look at Chang Ling: "Well, this is Miss Ben's apology for you." ”

This bag was one of the few magic weapons that Chang Ling, who had little knowledge, could recognize.

It was also one of the few medium-grade magic weapons placed in the Treasure Pavilion that day, the spirit beast bag.

Spirit beast bag, as the name suggests, is a small bag that can allow the spirit beast of their own contract to survive in it, and the monk can also carry it around.

The price is not too expensive among the medium-grade magic weapons, as long as three thousand spirit stones.

The first to shake his head than Chang Ling was Ah Bi, what kind of garbage is this, and he even wants to install it?

The spirit beast bag is the same as the storage magic weapon is a magic weapon made of the way of space, and the storage magic weapon on the market is at least the grade above the spirit treasure, this spirit beast bag is of this grade, one is because it has a service life, and it will be abandoned after a few decades of loading the spirit animal, and the other is that the space inside it is not very wide.

Ah Bi felt it with his divine sense, and the spirit beast bag in front of him was about to be able to put it down, and it was not comfortable to be wrapped at all!

Chang Ling also waved her hand and refused, she didn't dare to accept such an expensive thing.

Equivalent exchange was already the most idealized way of survival for a monk she could think of.

Fu Ning, who was rejected, put away the spirit beast bag with a smile on his face.

She took a step forward and patted Chang Ling's shoulder with great interest: "I really didn't misunderstand you! I declare that you will be my friend of Fu Ning from now on!"

Chang Ling, who still had a wound on his shoulder, was slapped hard by her, and his face turned a little pale.

"Don't be so excited, forget it, Miss Ben allows you to be excited for a while!" Fu Ning said with a smile.

She was eager to refute her mother and sister at once, and behold, there was a monk here who cared about the lives of mortals and did not covet treasures, and this world was not so bad.

Fu Ning walked into Chang Ling's courtyard quite familiarly, and wanted to hug Abi several times, but was slapped by its merciless paws, looking at Fu Ning's aggrieved appearance, Chang Ling felt quite comfortable with a sense of sympathy.

For this humble environment, the eldest lady saw her friend's face, so she couldn't help complaining and disgusting, but she didn't stay long, and left a small porcelain bottle to say goodbye to Chang Ling.

Looking at the little girl's excited back, Chang Ling put the porcelain bottle into the deepest part of the storage vessel.

Along with this porcelain vase were the clothes she wore when she was a mortal little girl, the clothes made by her mother's own hands, and the identity token of the true disciple of the Canglan Sword Sect.

Shortly after Fu Ning left, Fu Yu quietly used his divine sense to probe the place.

............

Burdened with two lives, Chang Ling was still worried for a while.

These days, she also went to the meetings of some cultivators, and was also ordered by the eldest lady Fu Ning'er to give a lot of orders.

Unlike the sect here, human life is the most important and least important thing.

After the death of a cultivator, except for those mortal servants who were connected to his life, it may be a long time before others find out that there was such a person, let alone know when this person died.

Then the first thing his so-called friends had to do was to cut ties with him, so that no one would seek revenge against him.

No one will find out the cause of his death, and no one will try to seek justice for him.

She thought of the brightly lit Soul Lantern Hall of the Canglan Sword Sect, every disciple who entered the Condensing Realm would leave a trace of his soul attached to the soul lamp, and what happened to him when he traveled outside, through the soul lamp, the elders of the sect would not let go of the person who bullied his disciples.

She is now a casual cultivator whose net worth and life are completely placed on herself.

Because there are so many monks who die every year for various reasons, it is rare to talk to other people about killing people and taking treasures.

Although there are many monks in Qingzhou, some magic weapons with personal characteristics are still very easy for others to recognize, and how to safely exchange the magic weapons that are not suitable for them into spirit stones, the black market came into being.

After getting the admission certificate of the black market from a middle-aged man who looked quite kind, Chang Ling dressed himself up and quietly walked into the entrance of the black market at night.

At the entrance, everyone receives a ring, which shields the monks' consciousness from a special prohibition in the black market, and this ring allows the monks to mask their aura and prevent anyone from having a spirit animal that is good at tracking scents and causing trouble for those who trade here.

Walking into the black market, Chang Ling's first reaction was that it was not dark at all.

It's as brightly lit as the streets outside.

The so-called black market is a long street with all kinds of signs standing on the side of the street.

"Acquisition of magic instruments", "acquisition of pills", "acquisition of charms", ......

Chang Ling walked to a sign that read 'Acquisition of Magic Weapons', and a man in black with a miserable white mask led her to the shop next to her.

Pushing open the somewhat heavy wooden door, a smell of decay came to my face.

Chang Ling followed him, through the long corridor, into a dense inner room.

There was only one table and two chairs, and a man in black sitting at the table, also wearing a mask.

Chang Ling pretended to be calm and handed over the two handfuls of dust.

The man in black took out the crystal clear stone, and carefully examined the two whisks through the stone.

After a long while, he said lightly: "Both handles are medium-grade magic weapons, things produced by the Treasure Pavilion, the master's soul mark has not been erased, but the master has died." ”

"Two stalks will give you a total of 5,000 spirit stones. ”

Five thousand spirit stones! Chang Ling was a little speechless in surprise, she must take back the words that complained about Gu Hongzi's poor sourness!

Looking at Chang Ling, who was silent, the eyes of the man in black were a little colder: "This product needs to erase the master's soul mark, I'm afraid there are not many people who can collect it, I give the price here is the fairest in the black market, you put the things here directly, and the spirit stone is now knotted." ”

Chang Ling nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the two whisks disappeared in front of her eyes, presumably this person also had a storage magic weapon.

Five silver-white pieces of special paper were handed to Chang Ling.

It is five spirit stone tickets with a face value of 1,000 spirit stones.