Early in the morning of the second day, Wan Zhuocai held his head and opened his eyes, but his head still hurt so much that he couldn't do it, and he thought about it for a long time with his eyes open, and then he was glad that he had picked up another life.

"Yo, you're awake! Look at the wound medicine I prepared for you, the monk of the Yin and Yang family is good at using some yin power, and the wound is not easy to heal. Zhong Ni carefully uncovered the bandage on Wan Zhuo's chest, Zheng Da's eyes looked at it, but it was as smooth as ever, Zhong Ni was still a little incredulous, and reached out to touch it.

Wan Zhuo's face turned red, slapped Zhong Ni's hand away, and said, "My physique is slightly better, a little injury is not in the way, you saved us yesterday, right? ”

Zhong Ni smiled, put down the wound medicine, and said: "This is an immortal square market, generally in the mountains and forests, there are many such markets, and most of them are places for loose cultivators to exchange items in their hands, maybe occasionally some magical treasures are born, but most of them are some chicken ribs." Speaking of your senior brother who plays musical instruments, he is more injured than you, but I am afraid that he needs to rest for a while in this Fang City to recuperate, I have discussed it with Gongzijian and them, and they all agreed. ”

"How could Senior Brother be so badly injured?" Wan Zhuo asked.

Zhong Ni opened the window and said softly, "Do you think that the monks of the Yin and Yang family are vain in their reputation? They are good at driving away ghosts, and they have studied people's spirits most thoroughly, hurting people invisibly. That senior brother of yours has been competing with that person's sound wave for a long time with the realm of the seventh layer of qi refining, and this alone is very remarkable. Because of this, it hurt his heart, but because of the blessing of misfortune, maybe when he recovers from his injury, he will be able to break through to the eighth layer of qi refining. ”

Hearing Zhongni say this, Wan Zhuo was still relieved. It just so happened that Wan Zhuo also felt that his head was still a little uncomfortable, so he asked Zhong Ni to go out for a walk together, and by the way, he also saw Xianjiafang City.

It is said that it is a fang market, but in fact, it is not big, two small streets are long, both are only two hundred steps long, Wan Zhuo also tested these monks who set up stalls, most of them are seven or eight layers of qi refining, and a few people have the strength to build a foundation.

"A market like this is generally managed by a miscellaneous family in the three religions and nine streams, and the miscellaneous families do not gather into families, but are scattered in various countries, doing such transactions between the markets, and also providing the rights and interests and protection of the monks in the market, so they are deeply loved by the lower-class monks, but they are not ashamed of the others, and can only be a low-class monk. ”

Wan Zhuo walked to a stall, and used his vitality to test the cultivation of the stall owner, the stall owner immediately looked at each other angrily, collected the things on the ground, and said: "Fellow Daoists, please, don't sell it!"

Zhong Ni apologized to the stall owner repeatedly, and turned back to Wan Zhuo and said, "Don't check other people's cultivation if you have nothing to do, this feeling of being tempted by others is unacceptable to most people." Also, don't fight with people in this city, you will be expelled by miscellaneous families. ”

Wan Zhuo and the two walked to a place where exercises were sold, Wan Zhuo picked a few copies casually, and found that they were all a little incomplete, but when Wan Zhuo was looking through these spell scrolls, the complete version of this kind of spell naturally appeared in his mind, and it seemed that as long as he wanted, this spell could come out.

"What's wrong?" Jonny asked, seeing the change of expression on Wan Zhuo's face.

"Ah, nothing. Wan Zhuo put down the stall owner's scroll, and the two continued to walk forward.

"Zhong Ni, what kind of exercises are you practicing, and why do you still need to self-proclaim your cultivation sometimes?"

Zhong Ni smiled: "Do you know the story of the thirteen people taught by the Great Patriarch of Beiyang Palace?"

Wan Zhuo thought about it for a while, and then said: "Mo is not mentioned in the Zhiwei novel"

Zhong Ni continued: "According to legend, 100,000 years ago, in the same period of the Beiyang Palace, there were thirteen talented teenagers, these thirteen teenagers each held their own Taoism, under the teachings of the Great Patriarch, the cultivation has reached the unfathomable realm of moving mountains and reclamation, when the Great Patriarch is about to ascend to the feather, he summoned these thirteen disciples, and passed down the ten Taoist methods of becoming immortals in an oral way. Later, these thirteen teenagers each established their own Taoist system, which is now Confucianism, Buddhism, Taoism, famous ink, miscellaneous agricultural medicine, yin and yang, vertical and horizontal and other three religions and nine streams, and later, for 30,000 years, no one has been able to comprehend the ten Taoist methods left by the great patriarch, and the famous ancestors were angry, and they also burned three of them. My Confucian ancestors couldn't bear to abandon it, and left behind two Taoist texts, but unfortunately they have been passed down to the present, and they are all fragments. ”

Wan Zhuo was dumbfounded when he heard this, and said, "Then which of the two volumes are you cultivating?"

"A volume of fraternity, a volume of great gifts, do you guess which one I practice?"

Wan Zhuo wasn't interested in knowing what he was cultivating, but he was curious: "Can you really become an immortal without practicing Jindan, without Jindan turning into a baby?"

Zhong Ni looked at Wan Zhuo with deep eyes and said: "I'm just a little disciple of building a foundation and refining qi, I can't talk about enlightenment and Taoism, take a step to watch a section, and walk all over the vassal states of the world, maybe I can really do it." ”

At this time, the two walked to a place where the stall was set up, the stall owner was dozing off boredly, and Wan Hum saw that the stall owner was selling all protective equipment, including leather armor, fist gloves, leggings, etc., and some Qimen weapons, all of which were not mortal iron.

Wan Zhuo curiously picked up the fist gloves and looked at them, and the stall owner saw that someone liked his things, so he didn't open his eyes, but turned around and continued to sleep. He said: "All things, all one hundred spirit stones, ah, it is the kind of inferior spirit stones that have not been used and have not been damaged in the slightest, and they will not be owed on credit!"

"Can you try it?"

The stall owner didn't make a sound, Wan Zhuo put on his fists, and his hands burst into flames, sure enough, Wan Zhuo could feel that the strength was a little stronger, and then he ran into the Yin-Yang family monk, and his fist didn't have to directly touch the opponent's scepter, and he wouldn't suffer such a big loss.

"The stall owner, I want the light steel double-feather fist in this person's hand. Wan Zhuo and the stall owner looked at the same time, it was the Zou Shuang monk of the Yin and Yang family.

The stall owner stood up incredulously and said to the monk of the Yin and Yang family: "Look at your outfit, it should be the Yin and Yang family, it's not a loss to everyone, even the old man's self-made utensils can be named, whether it should be a hundred spirit stones or a hundred spirit stones, there are not many." ”

"Eh, this is what we fancy first" Before Zhong Ni finished speaking, Zou Shuang had already handed over a hundred spirit stones to the stall owner. The stall owner took a hundred spirit stones, stretched out his hand, and begged Wan Zhuo for fist gloves.

Wan Zhuo had no choice but to hand over his gloves, but he really didn't have a good impression of Zou Shuang in his heart, so he snorted coldly and passed away. Wan Zhuo still wants to ask them for the space backpack!

"So the miscellaneous family does not have a high status in the ninth stream, they admit death, and they only recognize money," Zhong Ni said as he walked back.

At this time, Zou Shuang took the boxing gloves and asked, "I don't know how much this boxing gloves will be returned to you, how much is the discount?"

The stall owner's face instantly turned cold, and he said, "Fifty, it won't be much." ”

Zou Shuang let out an "oh", looked at the direction in which Wan Zhuo left, retracted his fist gloves into the space bag, and left in the other direction.