Chen Xingluo's eyes dimmed when he heard this. Unlike her focus, he was more concerned about other issues.
"That is to say, the creatures that can appear in this market, except for a very small number of plane merchants, are all life forms that have joined the Interstellar Alliance, right?"
[Yes, yes, the host can understand this. 】
"So, can the technology of the Interstellar Alliance be able to travel between planes at will?"
Cheng Xi was startled when he heard this question, and instantly understood his worries.
If planes can travel at will... it would be a devastating blow to the lower planes.
[The most high-end technology can indeed travel between planes, but this technology is in the hands of a very small number of people in power and is restricted by the alliance convention and will not be easily activated. 】
[In addition, even if the shuttle is successful, it will be restricted by the laws of the original plane and will not cause a devastating blow to the original plane. 】
Plane laws, limitations.
Chen Xingluo muttered, "We obtained superpowers in the Doomsday Plane, but we can still use them in the Great Yan Dynasty. This is because the Doomsday Plane is still in the upgrade stage, and its essence is at the same level as in ancient times, so it is not affected by the laws of the plane. Any restrictions?"
[Yes, it can be understood that way. 】
Cheng Xi suddenly became happy, "Did we have a bug?"
"Time is also fate, and I also experienced the dangers of the end of the world."
When Chen Xingluo reminded her, Cheng Xi suddenly remembered that when she first entered the apocalypse, she had scolded the system 101 times in her heart.
"Sure enough, life is a practice. You will be the one who benefits from all the hardships and sins you have suffered in the past."
Look, the harvest is coming!
Hey hey hey~
Cheng Xi felt happy. Shen Xingluo knew that Dayan where he lived would not be threatened by space tourists from time to time. He was relieved and observed the market stalls with interest.
"There is a stall owner in front of him who is wearing clothes that look like ancient times."
"Where? It's true."
"If the world he is in is not restoring ancient rituals or something..."
"Then he is a plane merchant!"
The two looked at each other and their pace quickened a bit.
It was difficult to see normal humans in the interstellar market. The two of them walked around for a long time and met only a few, and those few were humans from the high-tech plane, so people wearing ancient clothes could be seen at a glance.
The stall was very deserted, and no one passing by stopped.
The stall owner is about thirty years old, wearing a pure black ancient costume, with long dark hair fixed on the top of his head with a white jade hairpin, with an expressionless face and sharp eyes.
The next moment, the man looked directly at the two of them and accurately locked their positions.
Oh haha.
"This man is so perceptive."
"He's a master...at least he has some ability."
I just don’t know what kind of ability this is.
The two of them calmed down and walked to the stall under the gaze of the man. Only then did they realize that the products on the stall were all kinds of cold weapons, including knives, swords, halberds, sticks, daggers... almost all the weapons of Class 18. have.
Just by standing nearby, you can feel the cold air coming from the stall.
What a weapon!
Chen Xingluo looked at the stall owner, "Sir, can you take a look?"
"Okay, you two can do whatever you want."
mandarin.
Although he had an unknown accent, both of them could hear him clearly.
This is the first time since tonight that they can understand other people's words, but those who speak Mandarin may not necessarily live on the earth, but may live in parallel time and space.
The man spoke first, "You two are dressed similarly to me. Are you also a plane merchant?"
Since the word "ye" is used, it means that he is too.
Cheng Xi couldn't help but think in his mind, "Tong'er, what's going on? Are the promised plane merchants a scarce resource?" '
[...Ah, does this mean that the host lady is lucky? 】
OK.
Cheng Xi calmed down, and beside her, Shen Xingluo was already chatting with the man. In such a short time, the two of them not only exchanged names but also became friends.
The plane friends column in the system personal interface has been changed from 1 to 2.
Chen Xingluo picked up a knife and observed it. The knife was a bit like a Tang sword. It was cold and extremely sharp. Other weapons also had the same characteristics and must have been made of the same metal.
Cheng Xi picked up a dagger and was very sure that the metal was not ordinary iron.
"This master's craftsmanship is really amazing. All of them are rare and good weapons. They can definitely be used as family heirlooms."
"These are all made by me."
"Then you are..."
"Swordsmith."
"A blacksmith?"
"..."
The man twitched the corner of his mouth, thought about it and then endured it again.
"How can I sell this dagger?"
"100,000 interstellar coins."
"..." Is he taking revenge for teasing him just now?
No wonder your business is not doing well!
Cheng Xi silently returned the dagger to its original position, glanced regretfully, and gave up his position to signal Shen Xingluo to communicate with him.
】
Chen Xingluo chose two large and small swords, a knife and two daggers, and finally the transaction was completed for 450,000 interstellar coins.
“So expensive~”
"He doesn't come often."
Cheng Xi stopped and turned around immediately, "Go back quickly and wrap up the rest of him!"
How about not coming here often? Then the next time I see such a good blacksmith (?), I’m afraid it’s just fate.
If you buy it, you can take it home and look at it. She has money!
Chen Xingluo stretched out his hand to hold her, "Isn't it too expensive?"
“Not expensive, not expensive, very affordable!”
"You don't have to go back. Friends can trade at any time. Have you forgotten?"
"..."
Cheng Xi slapped his forehead in annoyance.
The first experience of the virtual market ended with the consumption of more than 400,000 interstellar coins.
Cheng Xi originally thought that the Xiao Long Bao for 1,000 interstellar coins was a unique huge profit, but he never expected that the money earned was just a fraction of what he could spend.
However, I felt very happy after harvesting a bunch of weapons that could be handed down from generation to generation.
The virtual market happens once a week, and the next one will be in seven days. The two of them don't plan to hang out every day, and they feel that this frequency is just right.
The elm forest in Shenjia Village has been very lively for a while, and villagers come to collect elm money every day.
After three days of eating, the baskets Cheng Xi had collected were exhausted, and it was time to go to Fucheng for a banquet.
This morning, an ordinary carriage set off from Shenjia Village and slowly set off towards Fucheng.
In the carriage, Shen Xingqi was wearing a bright yellow dress. Her black hair was combed into a double bun to show that she had not yet had haircuts. The light yellow hairband echoed the dress, showing elegance and freshness.
Cheng Xi is also wearing a dress of the same color, and the style is slightly more complicated than hers. "We, Xingqi, will have hair extensions this winter, and we will probably be in the capital by then."
In the Yan Dynasty, women were not 15 but 16 years old when they got their hairpins. Even if someone who had long wanted to get married decided to get married when they got their hairpins, they would not get married until they were 17 years old.
For the ancients, one year was just enough time to prepare for the wedding. Any shorter time would be a bit hasty.
