Chapter 42 Donglaifang City

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The inconspicuous short knife in the ring is about two feet long, completely black, without any spiritual patterns or French decorations. Xue Tong picked it up.

The short knife is neither light nor heavy, weighing fifty or sixty kilograms. Xue Tong's hand grasped the handle of the knife, as if he had grasped a piece of thousand-year-old ice. The coldness poured in, mana drained out, and he inhaled the black knife.

He let go in a hurry, and the black knife fell to the ground with a clang.

"The black knife has been placed in a closed ring space for a long time, and the mana contained in it is lacking, so it will absorb my mana to replenish it."

"The black sword must be a high-level magic weapon. How can it be said that it belongs to the owner of the ring? It's just that the specific grade and quality are unknown."

"This sword is as black as ink, so let's call it a black paint sword."

Xue Tong picked up the three-foot-six-inch azure sword again.

The long sword also absorbed his mana, but the number was nearly half less than the black lacquer sword.

After absorbing the mana, the azure sword body faintly reveals vertical water wave-shaped spiritual lines, emitting a faint cyan fluorescence. When the mana is fully absorbed, the spiritual lines flash and disappear, just like a person breathing.

And on the bottom of the sword near the hilt, strange lines surrounded a line of small words, "Azure Sun Sword"

"Oh, what a domineering sword name. This sword must be a rare treasure, and the black lacquer sword seems to be of higher quality."

"The black knife is inconspicuous, but you can use it to save lives in times of crisis!"

Xue Tong walked for ten miles in the darkness, repeatedly making sure that no one was around, took out his black knife, and lightly hacked at a boulder several feet high not far away.

A strange black light flashed before my eyes, there was a loud roar, fire exploded, and tens of thousands of kilograms of hard rock was split in half!

The air was filled with the smell of burning rocks, and the sound of insects and ants running for their lives could be heard in a radius of dozens of feet. Xue Tong was so startled that he jumped up and made a simple gesture. It was so powerful that the split that penetrated the rock mass was so powerful. The open surface was covered with traces of scorch, and there was smoke and heat.

"The black knife is so powerful!" Xue Tong couldn't help but slash again.

"ah?!"

The black knife was like a piece of broken iron, silently cutting through without even the sound of wind.

This short knife cannot be a disposable item. Xue Tong stared at the black knife in his hand and was upset, "Why did it malfunction?"

The short sword slowly absorbed his mana, and Xue Tong suddenly woke up, poured his mana into the black sword, and swung it out again. A magical scene reappeared. The huge boulder lying on the ground exploded into the air. The black knife chopped off the boulder and opened a long deep trench. Thick smoke and sparks were everywhere.

Xue Tong was surprised and happy. He hurriedly covered the "battlefield" and fled back to the cave where he was hiding.

"Every time the black knife is used, it consumes nearly 20% of the mana. It is usually filled in advance and can barely be used six times in a row."

"With the black sword to protect you, you can go all over the world, let alone Luoxiao Mountain, haha!"

"The black sword is like a spiritual stone treasure that must not be known to anyone. Even if a master makes a sneak attack or a long-range attack, or he can avoid five or six swords before attacking, I will still be invincible to him with my level of cultivation."

"It takes a long time to pour in 20% of the mana, and the interval is enough for the strong to take advantage of the opportunity."

"As for the storage ring, it is obviously not suitable to wear on the hand, and it is even more inappropriate to put it in the pocket." Xue Tongsi thought about it and decided to pass the trouser string through the ring and tie it to the waist on the inside. Even if someone opens the trouser belt, it looks like it is tied at a glance. The buckle is average and extremely difficult to see through.

With a sweep of his consciousness, both the storage bag and the spiritual pet bag reacted, but the storage ring showed no signs of anything unusual.

Only then did he remember the gray dot in his mind, "I have such a shocking treasure, why is the gray dot unresponsive?"

The white sesame-like gray dots darkened in color and floated quietly in the sea of ​​​​consciousness. There was no movement after the notification that the well was abnormal.

"Could it be that Hui Dian tried his best to guide me and spent too much energy?"



Xue Tong practiced in the cave for half a month, consuming several high-grade spiritual stones and a third-grade elixir Zhaoji Dan left by Liang Su, to refine two sections of three-yuan magic formula. The sea of ​​​​dharma in the later period of the martial arts became more full. .

He sneaked into the village as night fell. His second uncle's family had built a new house. The Yunxiao Sect recruited him as a handyman and gave him three hundred taels of silver that year.

The year he was upgraded to a martial arts disciple, Yunxiao Sect gave him another two hundred taels of silver.

The second uncle can only earn more than ten taels a year.

"Second uncle's life is getting better!" Xue Tong felt a sweet and sour feeling in his heart and threw a baggage into the yard.

Containing six hundred taels of silver and a letter.

The letter said that everything was fine with him, and he was grateful to his uncle and aunt for their kindness in raising him. He might not be able to come back again in the future, so he saved his money and took care of himself.

Xuanmen warriors have a tradition of avoiding contact with relatives in the secular world because they are worried about being plotted by others. It should be noted that mortal relatives and friends are defenseless in front of warriors.

The people in the room heard the noise and opened the door.

Xue Tong slumped down and slid down the wall silently.



Xue Tong spread out the map and after some thought decided to go to Donglai Town.

Ten days later, in Donglai Town, thousands of miles away, a red-maned horse walked down the long street. After several days of leisurely travel, Xue Tong arrived in Donglai.

Donglai Town is a small town at the intersection of Yunxiao, Dayue and Qisha League.

It is better to say Donglai Street than Donglai Town. There is only one long street in the town. The street is very long, more than 20 miles. Various buildings and wooden houses are built on the street, surrounded by gentle hills and scattered hills. There are some cave dwellings and courtyards scattered around.

In addition to ordinary people, most of the residents from the east are disciples of the Yunxiao Sect and the Seven Shas Alliance. There are also a few worshiping casual cultivators who have settled here. The town's population is less than 3,000, which is only 30% of Pingshan's.

Xue Tong walked into a large inn, and Xiao'er greeted him enthusiastically, "You are here to stay at the inn, right? There are two small courtyards in the inn, which are unique and quiet. Do you think you are satisfied with it, fellow Taoist?"

"Fangshi will be here in five days. There are a lot of customers coming in these days. Our store can only make some money during the market. Usually business is too slow and deserted."

"Yeah," Xue Tong responded.

He didn't know about Donglai Town's market, so he pretended to chat with the waiter and learned from his mouth that Donglai Town holds a market every six months, called Donglai Town. There are a wide variety of items traded in the market, including spiritual materials, elixirs, magic weapons, and even people can be hired to do things.

The Fangshi from the east is well-known. If Xuanmen disciples collect items and hand them over in the form of completing sect tasks, they will receive less spiritual stones. Those who have no shortage of points often want to sell them themselves. Pingshan is mostly a regular store with clearly marked prices and limited room for negotiation, while Fangshi is much more flexible.

Donglai Town is far away from Chijin Peak. Disciples of Yunxiao Sect are especially happy to come here. Many casual cultivators from Jiayuan Kingdom are also happy to visit Fangshi.

There are all kinds of shops on the street. Xue Tong visited several shops that refine weapons and sell spiritual materials, but he didn't see the spiritual materials he needed.

As he walked west along the long street, a huge building gradually approached. Although it was only five or six feet high, it was an astonishing sixty or seventy feet long and wide. It was built of hard and thick yellow teak.

The tall stone tablet at the entrance reads "Dong Lai Bazaar". Inside the building is a magnificent hall with seven vertical and seven rows of counters and special compartments, enough to accommodate thousands of people trading.

There were not many people in the market. After all, there were still five days left before the market. Two men were arguing with each other. A disciple of the Blood Sword Sect picked up a handful of "Huantie Sand" on the table and shouted: "This Huantie Sand" There are too many impurities and it is almost unusable. It is not worth three hundred spirit stones, so return it immediately!"

The young man selling the goods did not give in at all, "The price of good Huansha is 700. Although the quality of mine is not that good, I can still use it if I put more quantity. Besides, didn't you know this when you bought it? I didn't lie to you, no way." return the goods!"

"Are you going to retreat or not?!" the disciple of the Blood Sword Sect raised his voice and said sternly.

"Why, the Blood Sword Sect wants to use its power to bully others? You must know that Donglai Town is not a lawless place!" The stall owner selling sand showed no sign of weakness.

Seeing more and more onlookers gathering, another disciple of the Sword Sect pulled the sleeve of the man in front of him and whispered: "Senior Brother Huo, let's go, it's not something valuable, so just make do with it, don't fight with this kind of person. Calculate.”

Xue Tong was not in the mood to pay attention to such trivial matters. He was concerned about magical weapons and spiritual materials. There were too few people coming today. It seemed that we had to wait until the market started before we could have hope.



Early in the morning after Wu, Donglaifang City was bustling with people. Xue Tong put on the clothes of a casual cultivator and followed the crowd to find the spiritual materials he urgently needed.

There were so many items traded in the market, and the tables of the two Da Yue Sect disciples were noisy and lively. Seven or eight kinds of talismans attracted many people to buy them. Xue Tong saw that the talismans were drawn in a systematic and orderly way, and he could be regarded as a first glimpse of the art of drawing talismans. The door is just that the talismans are all elementary five-element talismans, and the highest one is only seven levels.

Over there, in front of the stall of the disciples of the Seven Evils League, the buyers gathered together. Three beautiful girls with plump figures in peach-colored tight-fitting dresses were extremely eye-catching. A group of lustful men gathered around the table asking questions and deliberately striking up conversations. , the woman was neither annoyed nor angry, she was cooing, and occasionally she even gave her a wink, which almost drove those people away.

The Seven Evils Alliance is good at domesticating poisons. The jars and jars were filled with colorful centipedes and scorpion larvae. I never thought it would be associated with these disgusting poisons.

"Femme fatale? Is this what you're talking about? Hehe."

Xue Tong squeezed in and bought a few bottles of poisonous powder and antidote. When the beautiful girl from the Qisha League collected the money, she lightly touched the back of his hand with her fingers and glanced at him with affectionate eyes.

"No," Xue Tong's mind wavered and he hurriedly fled.

"Could these beauties, seduced by their beauty, secretly commit murder and swindle goods?"

After wandering around for a long time, there was still no trace of stone marrow and other spiritual materials. Xue Tong saw someone making a list of the items he wanted to buy on an animal skin. He wrote down what he wanted in the same way, hung the animal skin on his chest, and continued in the workshop. City search.

There were more than two thousand people gathered in the entire Donglai Market. Xue Tong had been shopping for three or four hours. His heart gradually became cold and he had no hope of spiritual materials. He considered whether he should leave early and go elsewhere.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed something strange. Shen Chi Jue sensed that someone was secretly staring at him.

"What's going on? Is it caused by buying something? Or is the large amount of spiritual materials I want to buy attracting attention?"

Xue Tong walked to a place with few people, and voyeuristic eyes followed him. He simply turned around, glared at the person, and saw a man in his thirties.

Seeing that his whereabouts were exposed, the man simply walked over and said, "I'm sorry for staying here, fellow Taoist. I am Liu Jingping, a local from Donglai. I think the spiritual material that fellow Taoist is looking for is interesting."

Liu Xingping, who was a martial arts disciple in his later period, wore fine brocade clothes and was neatly dressed.

"Oh, I am Songpo Zhenwei Wuyou. The spiritual materials are what my friends and I want."

After Hongzhou, Xue Tong became more wary and did not want to show his true face to others, so he disguised himself and used the pseudonym Wei Wuyang.

"Fellow Daoist Wei, please come here." Liu Jingping pulled Xue Tong to the corner and whispered: "I see that most of the things that fellow Taoist Wei needs are rare treasures. Fellow Taoist must have heard that there are various small-scale events held in Donglai during the gathering. Swap meet tradition.”

Xue Tong asked for nine items in his purchase list, four of which were for himself. Wang Kedang also wrote down the five items on the list.