This forest is not very large, the trees are like the pines on the earth, but they are not coniferous, but broad-leaved, the distance between the trees is relatively far, it seems very sparse, but each tree is unusually tall, the crown of the tree sticks out far away, covering a large area, only a few rays of sunlight shine on the ground through the gaps between the leaves, and there are a few white birds perched on the high branches. The beauty of nature in the spiritual world always makes Xiaopeng feel relaxed and intoxicated.

Xiaopeng opened his arms, gently closed his eyes, and took a deep breath of incomparably fresh air, and suddenly felt that his whole body was comfortable and enjoyable.

The path curved forward and jutted into the forest, and after walking for about a kilometer, I saw the swinging market. In the woods, there are quite a lot of monks setting up stalls, and there are really a lot of monks coming and going, and they seem to be very stubborn.

"I don't know who organized this trading market, it's even more lively than Guiyuan Zongfang City," Xiaopeng thought as he entered the market.

The monks who set up the stalls put the items used in the cultivation realm on a piece of cloth or leather, or on a large stone on the side of the road, or directly on the ground, and the stalls were everywhere. There were even a few monks who skillfully sold their belongings, and there were some monks who set up stalls next to each other chatting happily, talking or arguing over a topic. These all made Xiaopeng feel very interesting, and from time to time he looked here and there, and of course he would not forget the purpose of his trip.

"I don't know if I can find cheap and practical defensive magic weapons in this trading market" Xiaopeng looked carefully at one stall after another, just afraid that he would miss out on good things, but whether he could find it or not, coming to this market already made Xiaopeng feel very happy.

Qi Replenishing Pill, Qi Fixing Pill, Qi Nourishing Pill, Yuling Pill, these low-level pills can't enter Xiaopeng's eyes, and the pills may not have a great effect on Xiaopeng. Xiaopeng didn't bother to ask the price, so he swept it directly.

The inferior flying sword, the inferior defensive magic weapon, these can't satisfy Xiaopeng, his own high-grade defensive magic weapon was destroyed in the game, and these inferior magic weapons definitely can't meet the needs of Xiaopeng at present.

The general-grade defensive magic clothes, the hidden spirit shirt that can cover the fluctuations of spiritual power, and the speed magic shoes that can increase the movement speed are all impractical for Xiaopeng, and Xiaopeng is also disdainful.

The low-level cultivation methods of various departments, the experience of refining qi and cultivating the true heart, etc., these are not what Xiaopeng needs.

Low-level spirit grass, some refining materials, these Xiaopeng don't need it anymore.

Xiaopeng didn't miss a booth, looked at them one by one, and saw that they were almost finished, but he still didn't find the defensive magic weapon he needed. Xiaopeng's heart was sinking little by little, and the disappointment slowly surged into his heart, almost completely desperate, and he wanted to leave this trading market.

When Xiaopeng had the idea of leaving the market, there were only five or six stalls left unvisited.

"Anyway, I'm here, let's go after shopping" Xiaopeng sighed, ready to leave immediately after seeing these stalls.

"Why is it all this useless thing?...... Well...... What kind of broken thing is this? This is also good to sell spirit stones?" Xiao Peng was sighing in disappointment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he saw an item, specifically a remnant, a half-pulled inkstone-like thing, black, not at all inconspicuous, but what made Xiao Peng wonder why the inkstone appeared in the spirit world.

"Isn't the inkstone something that should appear on the earth? Why does it appear in the spirit world? The spirit world doesn't seem to need the inkstone?" Xiao Peng's brows furrowed again, he couldn't figure it out.

"Why is this inkstone so heavy?" Xiaopeng took the inkstone and looked at it over and over, and felt very heavy when he started it.

"Is this old man interested in this?" The stall owner has a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and has a beard, his face is pale, and on his right cheek is a mole the size of a penny, from which several long hairs grow. He kept gently tugging at the long hairs with his hands. Seeing Xiaopeng holding the inkstone and looking at it repeatedly, he stepped forward to greet Xiaopeng with a smile on his face.

"Do you know what kind of thing this is?, where did you get it?" According to its weight, Xiaopeng felt that this inkstone might not be an ordinary inkstone, and wanted to ask the stall owner about its provenance.

"I don't know exactly what this thing is, but it's ...... where it came from." As soon as the stall owner mentioned where it came from, he began to lower his voice, and he was reluctant to say it, which gave Xiaopeng a mysterious feeling.

"Is there a problem with where it came from? Could it be that you stole it?" Xiaopeng's voice was a little cold, and he was very dissatisfied with the stall owner's concealment.

"Of course it wasn't robbed, you can rest assured about this, as for the way it came...... If you really want to buy it, I can tell you where it came from. The stall owner lowered his voice again, as if he was afraid of being heard.

"If the price is reasonable, I will consider buying it," Xiaopeng said to the stall owner with a smile.

"If you don't give me 500 spirit stones, can you see it?" the stall owner looked at Xiao Peng's face and said to Xiao Peng tentatively.

"500 spirit stones, isn't it too expensive? I don't know what the use of breaking such a thing." Xiao Peng's face showed a little unhappiness.

"Otherwise, 400 spirit stones, okay? If it's lower, I'll lose money. The stall owner looked embarrassed. In fact, he didn't know the bottom in his heart, this thing was useless in his hands.

"Okay, I can buy it, but you'll have to tell me where it came from," Xiaopeng said with a smile on the stall owner.

"That's right, I got this thing out of a mausoleum. The stall owner said to Xiaopeng in a very small voice.

"So you're a tomb robber?" Xiaopeng almost screamed.

"Shhh

"You dare to rob the tomb, and you're afraid that others will know!" Xiaopeng teased the stall owner.

"Alas, these days, if Zheng'er Bajing sets up a stall here, he can earn a few spirit stones, and he doesn't have a little outside, what can he do to support his family. The stall owner's pale face turned slightly red, but he confidently told Xiaopeng about his difficulties.

"I can understand your difficulty, but you don't have to worry, it has nothing to do with me whether you rob the tomb or not, and as for whose tomb you robbed, it has nothing to do with me. I just want to know where the hell it came from. Xiaopeng said to the stall owner with a smile.

"I found it in a mausoleum, but I only took half of it. The stall owner whispered to Xiaopeng.

"Oh, where is the other half now?" Xiao Peng was even more curious, there was actually another half.

"My friend and I found this thing together, and when we found it, it was already in half, and we both took half of it. That half is in his hands now. The stall owner whispered to Xiaopeng again.