Seeing Qu Wuming suddenly staring at her belly without saying a word, Lin Wanqing knew that Qu Wuming must have seen the change in her Dantian, she couldn't help but blush and said: "Thank you, Senior Qu, for the technique. I just take it." I took a Foundation-Building Pill, and then practiced in seclusion for three days, and this dragon-shaped cyclone appeared in my Dantian. Although my cultivation level has not improved, I feel that my strength has been greatly improved compared to before."
"That's right. Your bloodline is indeed more suitable for this kind of technique!" Qu Wuming nodded, thought for a while and said, "However, you must not let out the fact that you have the bloodline of a dragon easily, so as not to arouse the suspicion of interested people. Covet you. Let’s do this. I’ll give you a magic weapon that can cover up your own aura. You can wear it on your body, unless people in the Void Refining Stage intentionally check it out. This will ensure that your bloodline aura will not be leaked. In addition, I will pass on some more magic weapons to you. , talismans and spirit stones should be enough for you to use them to form pills and above."
Saying that, Qu Wuming first handed Lin Wanqing a drop-shaped pendant-style magic weapon, then took out a storage ring, and selected some good-grade talismans, magic weapons, and magic weapon equipment suitable for use in the foundation building and elixir formation stages. He went in, loaded another 10,000 high-level spiritual stones, and then threw the storage ring to Lin Wanqing.
Lin Wanqing took the storage ring and looked into it with her consciousness. Her face turned pale with shock and she hurriedly said: "Senior Qu, this, this is too precious... Wanqing doesn't dare to accept it..."
"Take it, I'm not always here. You still have to look after and manage Anjiyuan. Only if you are strong enough can you better protect this place, right?"
"Yes, then Wanqing would like to thank Senior Qu. Wanqing must work hard to practice and take good care of Anjiyuan!" Lin Wanqing said with a smile. In her heart, she secretly added: Wanqing must catch up with Senior Qu as soon as possible, hoping that one day she can help Senior not only in Anjiyuan...
Qu Wuming nodded and said: "Well, thank you for your hard work. If there is anything you don't understand about cultivation in the future, you can come to me at any time. You can also ask Geng Liqiu for advice when I am not around. By the way, if I remember correctly If so, will there be a ghost market in Daliu Shu tonight?"
Lin Wan counted the days and said, "Yes, the Daliu Shu Ghost Market opens three times every month, and there is indeed one today. Are you going to the ghost market to buy things, Senior Qu? Do you want Wanqing to accompany you?"
"That's not necessary." Qu Wuming said simply, "I have some things I need to take action on, and I shouldn't do it with too many people, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to you and Anjiyuan."
"Yes." Lin Wanqing lowered her head and responded.
"Go and do your work. I'm going out for a trip and I might not be back tonight."
"Yes, Senior Qu, please go slowly." Lin Wanqing bowed, and when she looked up again, there was no trace of Qu Wuming in the courtyard...
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Daliushu Ghost Market is the largest and most popular night market in Snowy City in Northern Xinjiang. It is named after the street where the market opens is called Daliushu Street.
The reason why it is called a ghost market is because there are "ghosts" in this market - there are often fake things and things of unknown origin placed on the stalls. The second reason is that this market only opens after dark, and it disperses like morning fog before dawn, leaving no trace. As the saying goes, "when ghosts wander around in the middle of the night", people who come here, whether they are setting up stalls or buying goods, have "ghosts" in their hearts, so it is naturally a "ghost market".
There is neither organization nor management here. It is like weeds in the wasteland. No one knows how it grew there, but because its form is so special and interesting, the Big Willow Tree Ghost Market has become A special existence that surpasses the many auction houses and shops in Snow City, it has been bustling every time since its birth, and has never declined in hundreds of years.
Although there is no organization or management in the Big Willow Ghost Market, it does have its own default rules, which must be followed whether those who come to buy things or sell things.
The first rule is that no one who sets up stalls in the ghost market is allowed to shout, greet customers, or promote business. If you have anything to sell, put it out and display it. If it's not easy to display, put up a few signs to indicate what you are selling, and wait for customers to take the initiative to ask and choose.
The second rule is that people who buy things can ask for and negotiate prices, but they are not allowed to ask about the origin of the goods. If you buy, let's talk. If you don't sell, just leave. Even if you see something you lost last moment in the ghost market, you can't just assume that it was stolen from you. Even if you say it, no one will admit that it was stolen from you.
The third rule is that what you buy depends on your eyesight and experience.
The things sold in the ghost market are both real and fake, and some people even specialize in selling specious things to make money. However, there are also some things that are not from the legitimate way, and even the sellers do not know their true value and use. If you accidentally sell fake goods and get scammed, you can only blame yourself for your lack of eyesight. As long as you pay and leave the stall, the stall owner will never admit that the thing you bought is from him, and you can only consider yourself unlucky. , in the ghost market this is called "eye punching".
But if you are lucky and buy a good treasure at a very cheap price, it is called "leaking" in the ghost market. As long as the price has been negotiated, even if the payment has not been made, even if the stall owner finds out that he has been passed over, he is absolutely not allowed to regret and not sell.
However, during this period, Northern Xueyu City has somewhat strengthened its restrictions on the Big Willow Ghost Market. After all, the people who come here to buy and sell are all cultivators. Seeing that the beast tide is coming, if there is a fight between the cultivators in the city, then Not a good thing. Therefore, in the ghost market for more than half a year, a group of city guards have often been stationed nearby to maintain public order, which has reduced the number of people who are willing to commit petty theft in the ghost market.
Qu Wuming first found a place to have a few drinks and inquired about the news in Snowy City in the past few days. Then, following the reminder from Tianyue Tower waiter Miao Dong, he put on his bare clothes just after lunch. He hid in his robe and wandered to the place where the stalls were set up in the Big Willow Ghost Market.
When they got here, Qu Wuming couldn't help but curl his lips - Miao Dong was indeed right. The sun above his head had not turned west yet, and there were already dozens of people on the street looking for places to sit cross-legged and spread out in front of them. Create pieces of cloth of varying sizes to occupy the space.
Qu Wuming looked around and chose a pretty good spot. He took out a bench from the storage ring and sat down carelessly. He also spread a rag about three feet long and five feet wide in front of him. , basking in the warm afternoon sun, closing your eyes and relaxing.
For those who practice Taoism, sitting cross-legged and meditating for several hours is basically like playing. When Qu Wuming opened his eyes again, the sun had already set to the west.
Even though it's not dark yet, this street is already overcrowded.
The people who came to set up stalls lined up several rows of stalls on the street in a regular manner. Although the length of the street was limited, there were only more than 300 stalls, but the rows were really dizzying. .
Each stall owner used their own methods to cover up their own cultivation and aura, or wore cloaks, cloaks and other things that had a similar effect to Qu Wuming's Wuwu Hiding Robe, and some even wore them directly. A hat or mask that can hide your face. Looking around, you can see that the street is full of stall owners whose faces are unclear.
Qu Wuming had set up a stall here several times before, so he was already used to it. Seeing that anxious customers were already starting to appear in the market one after another, Qu Wuming started to prepare his own things without any rush.
Qu Wuming took out a few wooden signs that had been prepared in advance from the storage ring, and began to write on them with a pointing pen, such as "The best fairy sword", "Unknown elixir, bettors are welcome to come", "Low-level talisman packaged out" ”, “Level 4 and above defensive magic weapons”, “Monster materials for sale”, “Wholesale of magic weapons and magic weapons for sect disciples”, and so on.
Unexpectedly, Qu Wuming had just put down several engraved signs, and before he had time to color the words, three men in black robes appeared in front of him. The leader of them shouted to Qu Wuming coldly: "Hey, here it is. This is our place, who asked you to set up a stall here? Clean up quickly and get out of the way!"
Qu Wuming raised his head and looked at the three people. The power of his spiritual consciousness surged out, but it could not penetrate the black robes on the three people's bodies. He could not see who was under the black robes. It can only be seen that the person speaking is not tall and somewhat thin. To his left is a burly man with a height of nine feet, and to his right is a medium-sized man with no distinguishing features.
Qu Wuming chuckled and said: "The rules of the ghost market are always first come, first served. If you are late, just go to the edge and find an open space. Don't be disappointed!"
"This is the place we used last time, and we will use it again this time. If you are reluctant to part with it, I will give you ten high-level spiritual stones. Quickly clean up and free up the place." The man waved his hand and handed over ten high-level spiritual stones. The spirit stone was still on the rag in front of Qu Wuming, and he said impatiently.
Qu Wuming had never encountered someone so ignorant of the rules in the ghost market. He couldn't help but frown. He raised his hand to grab his piece of rag and shook it vigorously. He shook the ten high-level spiritual stones directly. He rolled back to the man's feet and said: "This is my stall today, don't throw debris on my stall!"
"Damn it, my eldest brother asked you to give up your place, so just get out of here! What nonsense are you talking about?" Seeing this, the tall man next to him roared angrily, stretched out his big hand like a cattail leaf fan, and pointed at Qu Wuming's neck. Caught everywhere.
Before his hand could reach out, a layer of dark red flames had already wrapped his palm, exuding a heart-stopping aura and coercion. The stall owners next to him were so shocked that they quickly took out their own protective magic weapons and blocked them in front of them. Worry about suffering the consequences of being a fish in a pond.
"Dark Red Lotus Fire? People from the Netherworld Sect? No wonder he is so arrogant!" Qu Wuming frowned slightly, seeing that the burly man used ruthless moves every time he made a move. If his cultivation level was worse, he would probably have to get out and give in. Stall one way.
"Since you want to play with fire with me, then I'll play with you!" A faint smile appeared on Qu Wuming's face hidden under the gray robe. He also raised a hand and grabbed the man's palm.
"You still dare to resist?" The burly man was obviously quite confident in his spiritual fire. When he saw Qu Wuming actually reaching out his hand to block it, the dark red flames in his palm became even hotter, and in an instant, Qu Wuming spread the broken fire on the ground. The pudding was toasted and browned.
In an instant, their palms touched each other in the air.
There was a snap, the sound of two people's palms hitting each other.
The man bent his five fingers and grasped Qu Wuming's hand firmly. The dark red flames instantly surged and wrapped around Qu Wuming's hand. In his ears, he seemed to have heard Qu Wuming's screams, begging for mercy, and the palm of his hand. The crackling sound of being burned into dry wood...
