The Bald Monk in the City

　　 Familiar dizziness...

　　 When Yi Qiu's vision recovered from the darkness, he had already returned to the ancestral house.

　　 Yi Qiu called out the comprehensive web panel, and then looked at the dungeon option. In addition to the single-player random dungeon option that has turned gray due to the cooling down, there is also a temporary team dungeon: the subsidiary item of the Necromancer.

　　 Yi Qiu looked at the countdown above. In the tavern where the temporary team communicated, they discussed about one and a half hours.

　　 And now, there are 13 days, 22 hours and 16 minutes left in the above timing.

　　 Yi Qiu closed the comprehensive web panel. Today, except for a wave of daily arenas, there is nothing to be busy with.

　　 Yi Qiu took out his phone and looked at it. The time displayed on the screen was 15:14.

　　 Although it’s still early for dinner, Yi Qiu has to go to the town to buy a chicken first.

　　 After tidying up a bit, Yi Qiu closed the door and followed the path on the ridge towards the town.

　　 As the climate warms up, some egrets can be seen flapping their wings and pecking in the field from time to time in the ridge.

　　 These guys with big white legs are always chasing warmth and moisture.

　　 Farmers who eat in the ground in the mountains have to work harder than outside because the fields in the mountains are limited.

　　Because the land in the mountains is highly undulating and the terrain is tortuous, it is extremely difficult to realize mechanized agriculture.

　　 It’s not that it’s impossible, but the cost is too high.

　　 Therefore, the villagers still planting here still use the traditional agricultural manual labor methods that have lasted for thousands of years.

　　Even the villagers have moved out one after another, but some villagers will come back to take care of the fields.

　　 These are mostly older villagers who have gone through relatively rough years.

　　 There is an incomprehensible stubbornness to the land in the mountains.

　　 But judging from the many deserted fields nearby, with the passage of time, after the complete death of the older generation of villagers, it is only natural that this has become a wasteland.

　　 Yi Qiuzhuo Mo can contract a few acres of land in front of his house and plant some peach trees.

　　 After all, the barren in front of the door does not look very beautiful. It is obviously not bad to plant some peach trees.

The sound of Yi Qiu's footsteps alarmed a water snake sleeping soundly on the ridge, watching the water snake crawl across the paddy field at an alarming speed like a ghost, and then disappeared into a thick weed, only a winding water mark was left to prove its existence.

　　 Yi Qiu touched his bald head, walked quickly across the ridge, and copied the small road to the mountain road leading to the town...

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　　 It’s a coincidence. Today, it’s the fair in the town.

　　 This traditional way of trade may be just a novel experience for those who have experienced the baptism of the city, but it is an important part of maintaining trade activities in nearby villages and towns.

　　 And for verifying the quality of speakers, there are natural practical activities:

　　 "Clearance sale, clearance sale, the last day! The last day!"

　　 "What should I do with the rat at home, **** rat poison, only a little bit, the rat will die."

　　"Wenzhou, Zhejiang, Wenzhou, Zhejiang, Jiangnan leather factories closed again..."

　　 Even if it’s already afternoon, because the market town is still very lively.

　　 The sound of the horns of the merchants kept coming and going from the beginning of the morning until the end of the stall at dusk.

　　 With a slightly burly figure and shiny bald head, after scaring and crying at least 5 children, Yi Qiu successfully reached his destination: the farmers market.

　　 said it was a farmer’s market, but it was actually a simple greenhouse.

　　 On weekdays, there are also some scattered merchants selling daily ingredients, and most of their business objects are fixed.

　　 For example, if there is already one selling pork, there may be a second one, but there will never be more than three.

　　 Because for the ordinary residents of the town, the ingredients they consume are almost fixed.

　　 Yi Qiu passed smoothly through the crowd, and he found that some people were surrounding a stall in front of him.

　　 Yi Qiu glanced at it when he passed by. It should be a nearby villager hunting some wild animals on the mountain.

　　 are mostly small animals such as rabbits and bamboo chickens, but there is a large piece of bacon in the middle, which seems to be wild boar from the seller.

　　 Yi Qiu didn't plan to buy bamboo chickens. Although bamboo chickens are delicious, they are too small to taste good.

　　 If you are about to eat meat, it is much more profitable to farm chicken.

　　It is best to be a free-range chicken from the countryside. Just the stew does not require any seasoning, and it has an attractive fragrance.

　　 But it was not these wild animals that made Yi Qiu stop, but a middle-aged man in the crowd watching and selling wild things.

　　 Judging from his clothes, although his style is relatively simple, he is neatly organized.

　　 Listening to him chatting with the townspeople next to him, he should be an in-service teacher in the local school.

　　Yi Qiu is carrying "Book of Chongshan-Page 1537" on his waist, so he has the ability to detect evil creatures at this time.

　　 In Yi Qiu's vision, the middle-aged man's body was glowing with a dazzling red light.

　　 Judging from the degree of red light, it is obviously not caused by theft or robbery.

　　 His hands must have been stained with the blood of one or more intelligent creatures.

　　 In layman's terms, this person should be a

Murderer, and more than one person was killed.

　　 The judgment of the faction is different in each plane.

　　 But in general, it's just a change in degree.

　　Of course, sometimes, there will be differences in the camp judgment of some behaviors, but the final situation is basically the same for the general camp bias of the characters.

　　 According to the current camp standards in the material world where Yi Qiu is located, killing a human being is undoubtedly an evil behavior, and it is a very evil behavior.

　　 Only need to actively murder a person, and the aura of that person's camp on that plane will show a dazzling red light.

Yi Qiu squinted his eyes slightly. He used his consciousness to call out the comprehensive web panel and took a look. The lucky effect of 20 is still ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Yi Qiu feels that the lucky effect of 20 is really strong. The probability of encountering a murderer in the sea is really not that great.

　　 The middle-aged man was still chatting with the townspeople next to him. Yi Qiu thought for a while and decided to leave first.

　　 He is going to see if there are any local chickens in the market. There are too many people now, so don't worry.

　　 Fortunately at 20 o'clock, Yi Qiu feels that the probability that he can buy a local chicken is very high.

　　 Through the crowd, Yi Qiu reached the innermost farmer’s market.

　　 There is a smell of fish mixed with poultry manure, which is a symbolic taste of the village and township farmers’ market.

　　 Yi Qiu glanced, and soon he found that a person carrying a bamboo basket was selling the goods in his basket to pedestrians.

　　 Aside from the miscellaneous mountain products, Yi Qiu saw a few chickens cowering in the basket at a glance.

　　 Yi Qiu condensed slightly, sensing the breath of the native chicken.

　　 Well, although it is a bit weak, it is very stable and does not have a sloppy dark atmosphere.

　　This means that these chickens are healthy and of course delicious.

　　 Yi Qiu estimated that this person might have walked a long way over the mountain. The bumps of the mountain road made the few native chickens look a little sluggish.

　　 But it doesn’t matter, Yi Qiu touched his bald head and walked forward...