I Practice Farming While the Rest Cultivates

"Come on, fellow Daoist Lu, have a taste of my aged wine that has been around for nearly ten years."

At the home of the monk surnamed Wu, the two of them were drinking to their heart's content.

Lu Xuan shook the silver wine glass in his hand. The golden spirit wine in the glass rose and fell with his movements, and a mellow and thick wine smell escaped.

"I really didn't expect that Wang Shan, who is a patrolman of the Law Enforcement Hall, would be contaminated by evil spirits. Fortunately, it was discovered early and it did not affect us neighbors."

The monk surnamed Wu put down his wine glass and couldn't help but feel scared when he thought of the possible consequences.

"Yes, if the evil spirits were not discovered and eliminated in time, it would be difficult for those of us living nearby to ensure our own safety."

Lu Xuan agreed.

"Those trash from the Law Enforcement Hall have been staying here for a while. It's not convenient for them to do anything."

"Don't even look at it. We can't even protect our own people and are invaded by evil spirits. What's the use of taking care of us? It's better to conduct a thorough internal investigation. Maybe we can find out a few more!"

The old man surnamed Wu was obviously a little drunk and his eyes were blurred.

"Friend Daoist Lu, why don't you plant those spiritual plants suitable for brewing spiritual wine? If you do, I will buy as many as you can!"

While talking, the monk surnamed Wu brought the topic to Lu Xuan.

"I have been considering it recently, but the area of ​​the spiritual field in the courtyard is too small. There is no spare space to plant other spiritual plants, and I don't have the energy to cultivate other spiritual plants for the time being."

"If you have that plan, you must come to Wu Daoyou for cooperation."

The two continued drinking.

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Wu, do you know about the black market in Linyangfang City?"

Lu Xuan asked the old man.

"Black market? What, you want to enter?"

"I have this idea, but I have never entered it before and don't know much about it. Fellow Daoist Wu, you have superb cultivation and have stayed in Fang City for a long time, so I would like to ask you about the relevant situation, Fellow Daoist Wu."

Lu Xuan smiled.

"I did enter a few times, the most recent one was about two years ago."

The old man sobered up a little from his drunkenness and showed an expression of reminiscence.

"The black market is located in the center of Fang City. It is rumored that it is managed by several underground forces in Fang City, but I guess there is the shadow of one or several big families in Fang City behind it."

"The square market was originally built on an abandoned secret realm. The black market is located in a natural maze. You can only enter it after purchasing a guide talisman with several spiritual stones."

"It's called the black market, which is very different from the casual cultivator market and those big shops. The people who appear there are generally invisible. The monks usually hide their appearance or cultivation when they enter it."

"The same is true for the goods inside. There will be many treasures that are difficult to see in markets and shops. Their origins are unknown. Some of them are made after killing people and cannot be sold normally. There are also all kinds of weird and strange materials, and there are many evil things."

Lu Xuan nodded from time to time.

"Then if ordinary cultivators enter the black market, can their safety be guaranteed?"

"It's definitely safe inside. It's guarded by powerful monks. It's rare to hear of anyone making trouble inside."

"As for the outside, it is not under the jurisdiction of the black market. Among the monks who go in and out of the black market, there are many vicious and vicious people, or evil cultivators who practice evil techniques, so the safety is much lower than inside. Occasionally, there will be murders and treasure grabbing. event."

"Under normal circumstances, there is no problem. After all, the black market is in the center of the city. Anyway, I went there more than once when I was training at a low level, and I didn't encounter any unexpected situations."

"If you really want to enter, just be cautious. If you are really worried, you can enter with a familiar monk."

"I've learned a lesson. Thank you Daoist Wu for letting me know this important information."

The old man surnamed Wu waved his hand.

"These are nothing, you can get them by asking outside."

The two had an average friendship, and he did not ask Lu Xuan about the purpose of entering the black market.

Lu Xuan stayed for a while longer, and then returned to his home with the cloud-walking lynx cub that had been staying quietly on his shoulder.

He pondered for a moment and decided to take a trip to the black market.

According to what the old man surnamed Wu said, there will be many strange things on the black market, so the possibility of finding unknown spiritual seeds is greater than in the casual cultivator market.

Moreover, entering and exiting the black market was generally relatively safe. Lu Xuan felt that as long as he did not expose his belongings or cause trouble, he would be able to escape unscathed.

What's more, he has full confidence in his current strength.

The sixth level of Qi training, the Gengjin Sword Technique that is close to the master level, the first-grade special magic weapon Splitting Silver Blade, two second-grade sword energy thousands of talismans, the second-grade Flying Sword Lihuo Sword, the first-grade treasure Thunder Fire Bead, and many more Talisman...

Even if he faced a high-level Qi-training monk, Lu Xuan was quite sure of killing him.

On the second day, Lu Xuan inspected the spiritual field to keep all the spiritual plants in the best condition, and then went to the black market according to the location provided by the monk surnamed Wu.

Because the Cloud-Stepping Lynx cub was too obvious and there was no suitable way to cover it up, Lu Xuan kept it at home.

After learning that she could not follow Lu Xuan out, the Cloud-Stepping Lynx stared at Lu Xuan with a pair of green eyes, motionless.

Lu Xuan's mind was focused on its body, and he felt that the cub seemed to be afraid that he would abandon it, and his heart was full of helplessness and fear.

This made Lu Xuan almost relent, but in the end, considering the possibility of exposing his true identity, he finally comforted him for a while, leaving the Cloud-Taking Lynx with a pile of dried meat sticks and went alone.

About half an hour later, Lu Xuan arrived outside the black market.

Although the black market is close to the city center, the surrounding area is quite deserted. There are no courtyard houses. There are only a few monks on the road who are in a hurry and wary of each other.

The entire black market was shrouded in a thick black mist. When the spiritual sense penetrated into the black mist, it seemed as if it was hindered by something, making it difficult to move.

Lu Xuan wore a simple mask on his face and came to the monk guarding the entrance to the black market.

Along the way, he saw that almost all the monks were dressed like him. Most of them wore masks or cloth scarves on their faces, while a few used special magic weapons to cover their faces. There were also a few who didn't care much and showed their true colors, but whether they were Lu Xuan's true identity is unknown.

He observed the movements of the monk in front and handed three spiritual stones to the entrance, in front of a monk covered in black mist.

Immediately, he got a guide with black runes drawn on it, and a slightly moving black arrow on it.

Entering the black mist, everything in front of him was hazy, and the black arrow flashed with light. He kept adjusting the direction of the arrow slightly, leading Lu Xuan forward in the black mist.

After a while, Lu Xuan felt refreshed and walked through the black mist to the black market.

The black market was wider than he imagined. There were one or two hundred monks as far as he could see. The scene was relatively quiet, with only slight discussions.

The sky above the black market seemed to be covered by a thick black cloud. In the high sky, there were a dozen black paper kites flying slowly.

The paper kite is made of unknown materials. At first glance, it looks like a monster skin floating in the sky.

As he flew over Lu Xuan's head, he could feel an evil thought sweeping through his body, causing dense goosebumps to appear on Lu Xuan's skin.