The city is very large, and Chen Jiu walked around it all afternoon, which can be regarded as a rough tour.
The city was full of monks.
And the things they sell are also varied. Taoist priests sell talismans, scholars sell calligraphy and paintings, and monks sell materials.
Chen Jiu took a fancy to a talisman.
There are only two runes on it, winding around.
A rune looks like an S, and a rune looks like a B.
Chen Jiu couldn't walk away at that time. He really wanted to buy it, but he really had no money.
Chen Jiu has seen other people buying and selling.
It was found that the coins in this city were very different from those outside. They looked like copper coins, but there was a thin mouse tattooed on them.
The mouse blinked and came alive.
Listen to those two talking, it's called Zishu coins.
Chen Jiu asked the stall owner how much this talisman cost at the booth.
The stall owner was short with a friendly face, and said with a smile, "This is a talisman containing a low-level fire technique, which is almost as powerful as the peak of the first realm. I only earn a little manual price, and a piece of mouse money is enough."
Chen Jiu looked at the two symbols on the talisman and really liked it.
So he asked again: "How does this rat make money?"
The stall owner was taken aback for a moment, and realized that this was probably a poor man who had just arrived in Kongtong Secret Realm.
He replied patiently: "Go outside the city to hunt monsters, pick medicinal materials, and then they can be exchanged in pawnshops around the city."
The stall owner paused for a while, then continued.
"For some rare items, don't go to the pawnshops in the city. These pawnshops are opened by the big powers in the city. If the pawnshops opened by Daomai and Xuegong disciples are good, even if their bids are low, you don't plan to sell them. It's okay."
He slowed down for a while, and said again.
"However, it will be different if the pawnshops are jointly opened by the disciples of the big sects. If your items are precious and you think their bids are low and you don't plan to sell them, then you have to be more careful when you go out of the city."
There has been no lack of murder among monks since ancient times.
Chen Jiu hurriedly squeezed the bow and arrow behind him, and carefully looked around.
The stall owner grinned, quite speechless, and said, "Your bow and arrow should not be snatched by anyone, so don't worry."
Chen Jiusong let out a sigh of relief, thanked him, and wandered away again.
Today's night, the bright moon hangs high and fills the world.
Chen Jiu climbed to the top of the city, the moonlight was exceptionally beautiful.
In addition to the specially stationed monks at the top of the city, there are also many wandering on it.
Some have leaned against the city wall and fell asleep with the moonlight.
Chen Jiu walked slowly.
The bricks under his feet were extremely thick.
The footsteps of the monks around were mostly not fast, and they were mostly admiring the pleasant moonlight.
Chen Jiu stopped walking.
He saw today's young man with a huge sword on his back, sitting alone on the top of the wall, with his arms crossed, looking at the moon.
Chen Jiu swayed slowly, and sat down on the side.
The boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes turned his head in doubt, with a serious expression.
Chen Jiu smiled at him.
The boy moved his buttocks and sat on the side.
Chen Jiu smiled and said, "Your sword is quite handsome."
The boy paused, his expression still serious, he nodded, very seriously, "I think so too."
"How much did you pay for it? I'll go for the whole bunch."
"Master gave it."
"Fuck, it's still out of print!"
Chen Jiu's eyes were shining brightly, and he really wanted to use this great sword.
So he discussed it with the boy.
The young man folded his hands on his chest, shook his head seriously, and said, "No."
"Why?"
"I do not believe you."
After saying this, Chen Jiu became speechless.
He sat quietly at the top of the city, dangling his legs, admiring the moonlight.
Among them, he took the time to look at the boy twice.
The boy seemed to have always had that serious look.
Chen Jiu shook his head slightly.
I really don't know what's going on in the heads of these young people now.
He fell back and just fell asleep.
The moonlight is the quilt tonight.
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Early the next morning, Chen Jiu had already left the city, wanting to find some medicinal materials outside, sell them for money, and buy the talisman he liked.
It's just that there are too many monks in the mountains beside the city, and all medicinal materials and spiritual objects are searched early.
Chen Jiu went shopping all morning, picked some weeds, took them to the pawn shop, and was immediately kicked out, saying that what he took was some kind of shit, and horses would not eat it.
Chen Jiu wondered outside: "You don't have a horse, do you?"
The shopkeeper of the pawn shop rushed out with a treasured saber and said angrily, "You don't have a mother!"
Chen Jiu hurried away, hid at the gate of the city, sighed and shook his head.
Bad start.
Bored, he wandered around the gate of the city.
There was a lot of people at the gate of the city, and there were many monks in groups of three or four, most of whom were familiar with each other and had a balanced mix. Generally, there was a monk who was good at talismans and a monk who was good at refining medicine.
If the configuration is more luxurious, a body repairer with top-notch combat power in the same territory must be added.
A team with this kind of monks is going to hunt monsters in the mountains far away from the city.
Picking medicinal herbs outside the city is mostly done by monks with lower realm and lower combat power.
Some monks with combat power will enter the mountains.
The great opportunities in the Kongtong Secret Realm are all in the mountains.
There was a sudden silence at the gate of the city.
Chen Jiu turned his head in doubt.
Five people walked out slowly from the city gate.
Everyone is equipped with a sword, and the killing intent is lingering.
The leader was a young man with a cold face, dressed in a black shirt, exuding an aura of keeping strangers away.
Although the three young men were also expressionless, they were not so cold.
In the end, a girl carved in pink and jade was followed. The girl was surrounded by everyone, her face was blushing, and she was quite shy.
Someone beside Chen Jiu murmured.
"What are the origins of these five people, so powerful?"
"Heh, five quasi-sword cultivators, as long as they break through to the sixth level, they are real sword cultivators, what do you think?"
The man seemed to be frightened, smashed his mouth, and stopped speaking.
The five quasi-sword cultivators walked slowly towards the distant mountains.
Chen Jiu looked at the bow and arrow behind him, and felt that he should also carry a sword instead.
It doesn't matter whether the killing power is great or not, the main thing is that it is handsome enough.
Handsome is over.
He twisted his neck, intending to hunt monsters in the mountains alone.
A group of four monks suddenly came to talk to him.
The leader was a middle-aged man. He first asked Chen Jiuxing about the etiquette between the monks of the same generation on the mountain, and then asked curiously: "Friend Daoist, did you kill this bear demon alone?"
The person who asked was naturally the owner of the bear skin on Chen Jiu.
Their eyesight is not bad, so they can naturally see that the owner of this bear skin is probably not low-level.
The monks who can slay bear demons of this level will naturally be able to get acquainted with them, and finally have a familiar face.
Most of the monk teams in the city developed slowly in this way.
Chen Jiu nodded, "I killed it."
There was nothing to hide.
The monk cheered up and continued: "Our team is going to go out to hunt in the city, and there is still one person missing. I don't know if you have any intentions?"
Chen Jiu said indifferently, "Anything is fine."
The middle-aged monk was quite happy, and said with a smile: "My name is Wu Chengdao, a monk of the Three Realms, who has been in this secret place of Kongtong for three to five years. He is quite well-known, and he is good at talismans. How dare we go together , so I would take the liberty to ask, what kind of monk is the fellow Taoist?"
The three behind the middle-aged monk Wu Chengdao also listened with curiosity.
Chen Jiu thought for a while, then took off the bow and arrow behind his back, plausible.
"Me, I'm ADC."