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The shanty town is located on the edge of the spiritual veins, and it can also enjoy the spiritual energy gathered from the Anpingfang City formation, which is enough to barely maintain the daily practice and breathing needs of the monks in the early stage of Qi refining.

The most important thing is that the shanty town is also within the patrol range of the law enforcement team, so it is safe at least during the day.

As long as you don't go out at night, it's relatively safe.

If something happens in the house or the house is damaged, the law enforcement team will investigate.

Of course, you can also live outside the shanty towns.

There is no money there, but the spiritual energy is thin and strange animals may appear.

What’s even more terrifying is that if you are unlucky, you will encounter a robbery cultivator visiting you.

Under the leadership of the young warrior, Fang Xiu found a middle-aged man who looked like a steward in the outer city. The man had a goatee and a warm and hypocritical smile on his face.

This person's name is Ma Wan, also known as Ma Guanshi, and he is one of the people in charge of rent collection in shantytowns.

"Fellow Taoists, please come with me.'

Manager Ma picked up a bunch of keys on the table and led the people in the room towards the outside of Fangshi.

In addition to Fang Xiu, there was also a middle-aged couple. A young woman who looks ordinary but has a hot figure and dresses coquettishly. Finally, there was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, brightly dressed, with a long sword on his waist, and handsome appearance. In the secular world, at first glance, he would be a noble son from a wealthy family.

A group of people arrived at the outskirts of Fang City.

It rained again last night, and the dirt roads in the shanty towns were bumpy, slippery and muddy.

There was a smell of urine and feces in the air.

Garbage was dumped and accumulated in the alley, as well as some feces left behind from unknown time.

It caused several people to frown and cover their noses.

In such a harsh environment, there are still people carrying big bowls and sitting on the pony at the door to eat and chat. It seems that they have long been accustomed to it.

Seeing this, Manager Ma smiled and explained:

“There are Taoist friends nearby who keep spiritual pets, so I compared them, so the taste is a bit stronger.

However, some Taoist friends like to be clean, so the smell around the house will not be so strong! "

"Fang Xiu's forehead muscles twitched slightly, and he suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

The ascended ones who went through many hardships became one of the one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers who surrounded and suppressed Sun Wukong.

Of course, in fact, he is now not even comparable to a hair from the Heavenly Soldiers.

The group of people walked through the muddy dirt road and came to a relatively remote area, but the surrounding low shanty wooden houses were relatively clean.

Some of the wooden houses also have small yards surrounded by fences. Unknown flowers are planted outside, and there is a fresh smell in the air.

Manager Ma led the five people outside one of the vacant yards.

"Everyone, please see, this place is clean and secluded. One month's rent only costs one spiritual stone!"

The handsome young man looked at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him and couldn't help but frown.

"So expensive?! I can't even spend a single spiritual stone to live in the capital of Song Dynasty for three years!"

"Yes, can it be cheaper? Let's rent it longer!" The middle-aged couple next to him also agreed.

Manager Ma was not upset and said to the handsome young man with a smile:

"Young Master Ying, you can't say that.

Where is this? Anpingfang City!

Possessing second-level low-grade spiritual veins! Every inch of land is valuable!

Anyone who practices in shantytowns can enjoy the effects of first-level low-grade spiritual veins.

Is one spiritual stone a month expensive? Not expensive at all!

Let me tell you that recently the three major sects have sent another group of casual cultivators.

There are so many people coming to see the house!

Flying here like a swarm of flies!

certainly. I'm not saying you are flies.

look! It is also a shanty town, the houses in this area.

They all face north and south, with transparency from north to south, and even have their own small yards! "

As he said that, the steward pushed aside the short fence in front of him that could only block the children, and walked into the "yard" which was less than ten square meters.

The wooden house in the back may not be as big as the yard.

There was a big hole in the door.

Manager Ma came to the door, picked up the key, and opened the rusty door lock in a ceremonial manner.

"A couple lived here before. They were good at dual cultivation. The man was successful in physical cultivation, so this door is..." Manager Ma pointed to the big hole in the door with a warm smile.

Fang Xiu suddenly smiled knowingly. You know this in a damn second,

Seeing this, Manager Ma pointed at Fang Xiu and said, "This fellow Taoist knows how to train his body. Otherwise, with the quality of this wooden door, it would definitely be able to withstand a blow from an ordinary warrior."

Shocked!

After saying that, Manager Ma pushed the wooden door gently, and the door fell down, kicking up a burst of dust.

Manager Ma stretched out his hand to fan the dust, pointed at the dusty cupboards, tables and wooden couches, and said with a smile:

“Everyone, please see, the furniture here is complete, the wooden couch can be used for sleeping, the cabinet can be used to store clothes, and the table can be used for eating, drawing symbols, reading and writing.

These are some of the finest mahogany furniture of some age, which would be hard to buy in the secular world!

By the way, there is an open-air stove in the backyard, so you can invite friends to barbecue and drink here when you have nothing to do. It’s so comfortable! "

Faced with Manager Ma's open eyes and lies, several people were speechless for a moment.

At this moment, sharp shouts and curses came from the opposite yard.

"You are so poor! You are so poor that you are obsessed with money! If you think it's expensive, I think it's too expensive!"

"One piece of spiritual stone for a month, the price is the same! Rent it if you like! If you don't rent it, others will rent it!"

Hearing the shouting and cursing, the expressions of Fang Xiu and others changed slightly.

Among the people being scolded across the street, there was a little girl who was so frightened that she cried.

Manager Ma glanced at the other side and said with a smile:

"Everyone is laughing. Opposite me is my eldest brother Ma Jinyin. He always talks poorly."

When Fang Xiu heard this, he raised his hands to Manager Ma and said, "Manager Ma, I rented this room."

Although it's a little remote here, it's still clean.

From the looks of it, the other houses won't be any better.

There is no need to look any further.

"This fellow Taoist is really straightforward!" Manager Ma gave Fang Xiu a thumbs up.

"The rent is one spiritual stone per month and collected every three months. As long as fellow Taoists don't blow up this place, you are free to do whatever you want.

"Excuse me, Guanshi Ma, can I use spiritual sand instead of spiritual stone?" Fang Xiu asked.

Spiritual sand was only circulated among the lowest monks, and many shops wouldn't accept it, so he wanted to use it as soon as possible.

"This. If it's spiritual sand, I'll charge ten taels more." Manager Ma smiled.

Fang Xiu put his hand into his arms and took out a heavy cloth bag. After opening it, there was a pile of crystal particles inside, which were all leftovers cut from the spirit stones.

Manager Ma patted the storage bag on his waist, took out a boy (zi), poured the spiritual sand into it and weighed it.

"The total is one hundred and eighty-two taels." After the weighing, Manager Ma brought the scale to Fang Xiu and gave him a look.

"I'll charge you one hundred and sixty taels, and I'll ask you for twenty-two taels."

Manager Ma put away the spiritual sand, weighed the remaining spiritual sand and returned it to Fang Xiu.

Then he took out a green bamboo sign and wrote on it,

"What's your surname, fellow Taoist?"

Halfway through writing, Manager Ma looked up at Fang Xiu.

"Your surname is Fang, your given name is Xiu, and Xiu will not rest until your death." Fang Xiu responded.

Manager Ma nodded and started writing quickly.

The green bamboo card flashed with weak mana fluctuations,

Then, he handed the bamboo sign and door key to Fang Xiu.

"Okay, this will be Fellow Daoist Fang's cave for the next three months, so we won't disturb you anymore."

After saying that, he led several people out of the yard.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, if you want to renew the lease, remember to find me!"

Before leaving, Manager Ma shouted.

"Thank you Ma Guanshi. I understand." Fang Xiu responded.

After a few people left, Fang Xiu looked at the dusty furniture, the broken door that fell to the ground, the holes in the wall and the skylight on the roof.

He finally understood what it means to have a family with four walls.

However, feeling the spiritual energy in the space that is far "richer" than that of Yan State, other things don't seem to be that important.

Fang Xiu raised the broken door that had fallen to the ground. When he heard footsteps coming from the yard outside, he lowered his body slightly and poked his head out of the hole in the door.

I saw the young warrior he hired with one hundred taels of gold coming to stand outside the courtyard.

"It turns out to be Xiao Feng."

Fang Xiu opened the door and walked out with a question!

The door that had just been installed collapsed.

Fang Xiu's expression froze.

The young man surnamed Feng looked as usual. He had seen such scenes many times.

Although these casual cultivators have a difficult life, they at least have hope of seeking immortality, and he himself is still a long way from being an innate master.

"Master Immortal, there is still half a day left, let me take you to buy some daily necessities."

The young man named Feng said respectfully.

"That's fine." Fang Xiu nodded. Although he was not a person who enjoyed himself, he still had to have a bedding to sleep on, and he had to buy a new chair.

"Snow wolf meat, the snow wolf that was killed this morning. The meat is smooth and extremely delicious. It costs twenty taels of gold per pound. Come and take a look!"

"Selling preserved truffles! A holy condiment! Fresh and delicious! Twelve taels of gold each, buy five and get one free! Don't miss it if you pass by!"

When passing by the butcher's shop, Fang Xiu's mouth twitched.

The snow wolf, which requires a great martial artist to risk his life to kill, only costs twenty taels of gold to buy a pound of meat.

Although it is not cheap, in Yan State, no great martial artist does not have a net worth of several hundred thousand taels.

Even if you have money outside, you can't buy snow wolf meat.

The young man surnamed Feng took Fang Xiu around the shops, took him to buy some daily necessities, and helped him carry large and small bags.

After a while, Fang Xiu spent hundreds of taels of gold.

The value of gold here is basically equivalent to copper coins in the secular world.

The things that can be bought with gold either have no aura or have such weak aura that they are almost negligible.

If Fang Xiu didn't have the spirit stone, five hundred taels of gold would only be enough for him to live here for a month or two.

Of course, according to the young man surnamed Feng, prices are too high and many monks will go out to hunt by themselves to satisfy their need for meat.

"Is there any food that is cheap and contains spiritual energy?" Fang Xiu suddenly asked.

"Any food containing spiritual energy basically requires spiritual stones to be purchased."

The young man named Feng pondered.

“Many immortal masters believe that ordinary food contains too many impurities, which are excreted every day and affect cultivation.

Most people buy spiritual rice to replenish their spiritual energy and meet their daily food needs. "

"Is Lingmi delicious?" Fang Xiu asked again.

"I have only smelled the smell of spiritual rice, but never eaten it. But the taste is truly unforgettable! I heard that eating spiritual rice can replenish qi and blood, and many accomplished immortal cultivators will take spiritual rice as their staple food. "

The young wolf surnamed Feng swallowed hard.

"How much does spiritual rice cost?" Fang Xiu suddenly became interested. If it can replenish his energy and blood, he would like to try it.

"Spiritual rice is very expensive, and even ten pounds of low-grade spiritual rice costs one spiritual stone!" The young man surnamed Feng seemed to have thought of something, and his face changed slightly.

"Take me to see it."

"yes!"

Fang Xiu followed the young man named Feng to the broad street near the inner city.

Ahead is a shop with a prominent sign.

"Master Immortal, that's the rice shop opened by Danxia Sect! There are only three major sects in Anpingfang City that are qualified to sell spiritual rice."

The two walked into the rice shop.

Behind the counter, a glossy middle-aged man wearing a black hat, a goatee, and a smooth face was fiddling with his abacus.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell low-grade spiritual rice these days?" the young man surnamed Feng asked carefully.

The middle-aged man raised his head and glanced at Fang Xiu and the young man named Feng, then lowered his head again and waved his hand towards the wooden rice bucket on the right.

"A piece of low-grade spiritual stone weighs nine and a half kilograms."

"Isn't it ten pounds for a piece of low-grade spiritual stone?" The young man named Feng was stunned.

"The price has increased."

The middle-aged man did not raise his head and spoke in an understatement. Flicking with the abacus beads.

"Master Immortal:" The young man named Feng looked at Fang Xiu with a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Please give me a piece of low-grade spiritual rice." Fang Xiu put his hand into his arms, pretending to hesitate, took out a piece of low-grade spiritual stone and placed it on the table.

Since it is a monopoly among three companies, there is no need to go to other companies.

"Ah Er, nine and a half kilograms of low-grade spiritual rice."'

Hearing the middle-aged man's voice, the man working outside entered the store and weighed Fang Xiu's rice.

The young man surnamed Feng stared at the waiter eagerly, watching him use a wooden shovel to scoop up the rice, which was as plump as broad beans and as crystal clear as jade. His throat rolled up and down, and he swallowed.

Fang Xiu took the cloth bag sent by the waiter and suddenly felt that it was not easy to become an immortal.

If he eats so little rice, he may not be able to last for three days.

If you eat normally, it can last up to seven days.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Xiu spent another twenty taels of gold to buy a roasted wild boar leg and returned to the shanty town.

Before Fang could say anything, the young man surnamed Feng entered the room carrying large and small bags, helping him pack his bedding and clean the room.

Not long after, he left the yard.

When I came back, I brought tools, cut down a tree, made a new door for Fang Xiu, and patched up the hole in the wall.

After doing all this, he helped Fang Xiu clean the stove, chop firewood, and fill the water tank with water.

Finally, he left the shantytown with Fang Xiu's approval.

Fang Xiu took out the spiritual rice and began to wash and cook it.

After a while, an unprecedented fragrance hit my nostrils.

Fang Xiu moved his index finger, and the greedy insect was aroused.

"This taste..."

When the spiritual rice was cooked, Fang Xiu took a bite and felt that his whole body was clear.

This is a texture and taste that I have never had before, soft and fragrant.

After eating the rice, the roasted wild boar leg, which was originally crispy on the outside and delicious, suddenly became tasteless.

Because there is no spiritual energy.

Fang Xiu seemed to understand why cultivators were reluctant to leave in such a harsh environment.

Not long after, a stream of heat rose from his lower abdomen and flowed into his limbs, making him feel warm all over his body.

The mana in Dantian, which has not grown for a long time, seems to have become slightly more active."

Fang Xiu ate a large pot of spiritual rice and sat cross-legged on the couch with satisfaction, refining the spiritual energy and blood provided by the spiritual rice.

Until it got completely dark outside.

Fang Xiu opened his eyes and ended this practice.

His skill, which had not grown for a long time, seemed to be loosening up.

"I can finally have a good rest."

Fang Xiu lay down on the bed. This was his first night in Anpingfang City.

That night, Fang Xiu couldn't sleep.

Couldn't sleep for a long time.