Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Chapter 225 Secret Realm Closed (Monthly Pass 400+)

The day before the opening of the secret realm, Hu Qing met Jiang Guanshi by chance.

Steward Jiang was frightened: "What are you doing here?" Looking around, he didn't see anyone from Chao Huazong.

Hu smiled lightly: "I'll gain experience." She pointed to a certain place: "Here, the leader is there. My daughter was taken to another place. I can't follow, so I just wait here."

Jiang Guanshi understood himself: "This secret realm is not as good as those controlled by the top ten sects."

Hu Qing changed the subject: "Why did you come to collect the medicine yourself? Even if there are high-level spiritual plants in the secret realm, Qi-refining monks must have the strength to bring them out."

There is no one to pick and choose in the secret realm, although there are no people in it, there are monsters, and the high-level spiritual plants are guarded by monsters.

Jiang Guanshi: "I hope to receive Juling Fruit."

Hu Qing: "It's still that big order? Haven't bought it yet?"

Jiang Guanshi shook his head: "I told you earlier, Ju Lingguo is a matter of luck." Then he lowered his voice and gossiped with her: "The reward is even more expensive, what a beautiful little mortal girl, you say, is fascinated by a big man who is used to female cultivators. It's like this."

Hu Qing couldn't imagine it: "We ordinary people don't dare to dream about it." He teased him: "Why do you always worry about what other people look like? Unexpectedly, Guanshi Jiang is someone who admires her."

Steward Jiang blushed and coughed: "It's pure curiosity, it's pure curiosity." He quickly glanced around, and his voice was so low that he said, "Inside information, that woman is also involved with demons and demons."

ha?
For a moment, Hu Qing wondered if he had slipped into some bloody script where the overbearing demon, demon, immortal, and all love me, so he listened to Jiang Guanshi's next sentence.

"It is said that the woman's life experience is a bit of a mystery, and some people say that she has a special physique. In short, she is profitable."

It's only right that the dog's blood falls back. Somehow, a mortal who is not looked down upon by the three races is held high, without any interest, and the world collapses.

Hu Qing said: "Trouble your physique."

Jiang Guanshi gave her a look of deep approval: "We are just doing business."

Trouble or something, let's take the initiative to stay away.

Hu Qing: "I wish you success in receiving the Juling Fruit."

Steward Jiang asked her what she had gained.

Hu Qing shook his head: "This mountain is very barren. By the way, you take shit—"

"No." Steward Jiang interrupted decisively: "Special items are collected by special personnel, don't sell them to me."

Hu Qing resentfully said, "They're all medicinal materials, what's the matter with high and low?"

Steward Jiang didn't want to talk to her anymore: "You're busy, and I'm busy too."

A dozen or so tents were erected in the Baicao Pavilion, and each tent had a drug collector, and outside the tents were guarded by the monks of the Baibao Pavilion. This was to allow people who came out of the secret realm to sell things with confidence, and also to prevent outsiders from prying.

Other merchants do the same thing.

In the early morning of the second day, Hu Qing stood in an inconspicuous place and witnessed what it was like to close the secret realm.

I saw wave after wave of people running out of the secret realm, like locusts. When it was time to close, a lot of people were ejected out of nowhere.Those who were forced to be sent out were not treated so well, and they were all thrown to the ground in pain.

Hu Qing saw some in disarray, some in disheveled clothes, some covered in blood, some with knives stuck in their bodies, some died as soon as they came out, and some ran to the side and broke through immediately.

There are those who are willing to be proud when they are rewarded, and those who are lost in despair and curse.

All living beings can't escape joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

At this time, there is no difference between a monk and a mortal.

Between the two mountains, the faint mist suddenly thickened and then dissipated, and the secret place disappeared under the sun.

After half an hour of chaos, everyone calmed down, what should they do.

Those who can survive will basically gain something, keep what they need, sell what they don’t need, and exchange what they need.

Hu Qing was extremely satisfied when a bowl of noodles from the noodle stall owner sold for thirty spirit stones a bowl.

The market is divided into two sides, one side is high on the hillside, and merchants come to buy it.On the other side, at the foot of the hill, everyone finds a place to sell them.

Hu Qing didn't need to go up the hillside, but wandered down the hillside, just to see if any of the things they put out could be used for refining.Walking around, I saw that from a young man in the prime of his life to an old man, he spanned all age groups. It can be seen that cultivation is also a career. Some people start their own businesses early, and some start their careers later, but they all spend their entire lives. In ancient times, life was short, but the stars are shining, and how many brilliant characters illuminate history, which shows that the meaning of life is not necessarily related to length.

How should I spend my life?
Hu Qing was in a trance, staring at the world in a daze. In such a world, what is the meaning of life? Even if there is too much time, what can she leave behind?
The sadness started from the heart, and there was a moment of leaving the soul, awakened by the tingling pain in the wrist.

Silk cloth is really angry, you little ant doesn't want to think about how to improve and think about such terrible problems.If mortals think about it, then think about it. Maybe a spark of thought will be born to create some kind of school. You, a monk, are allowed to cultivate both soul and body, and at the same time, you have become full of crises. You are not in the mood to think about the problem of being too far away from yourself. court death.

At the same time, Silk Bu felt proud, as expected of the person he was fancying. Throughout the ages, many people, cultivators, immortals, and gods, all sought for themselves, and a few wanted to pay for themselves.As the man said——

Hu Qing touched it with his right hand: Silk cloth, is that you?Why are you stabbing me?
The silk cloth did not move, and fell into darkness because it touched the taboo.

Hu Qing shook his head in bewilderment, and saw a few stones standing in front of him, and stepped forward to look.

They were all eaten by Bai Kiss, and they will definitely not eat them again, but there is a small piece of stone that is as long as a finger and looks very hard.

"What is this?" asked the stall owner.

The stall owner was a man in his twenties, and he simply said: "I don't know, it was dug out of the soil, if you want one hundred spirit stones."

Hu Qing is speechless, you don't know what it is and dare to ask for a high price.Young people are good at doing business.

She picked up the stone, weighed it, and twisted it again, unable to make up her mind.

"Hey, I want to see if you buy it or not, or put it down." A middle-aged man came over.

Without saying a word, Hu Qing put the things on the stall and left.

The man froze for a moment, he didn't expect her to be so happy, he touched the stone flake with his hand, and put it down: "What the hell is this?"

The stall owner glared at him: "I don't know. But if you hadn't made trouble, I would have sold her for ten spirit stones."

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Hu Qing curled her lips at the front, she doesn't have the aura of a heroine, picking a stone is a treasure, even if no one snatches her, she won't buy it, when her spirit stone comes easily, of course she must buy it with confidence.

For example, a piece of azure-colored Tang stone is good, but it's a pity that it's a little small, with the size of a fist, so there's no need to sell it to a merchant, so it's placed on a stall.

Hu lightly asked the price, and the main seller was a thousand low-grade spirit stones, or the inner alchemy of a second-order monster.

Where did Hu Qing have the inner alchemy? After all, he exchanged five hundred spirit stones and a few bottles of elixir.

Putting Tang Shi away, planning to feed it to Bai Kiss next time, and saw a complete salamander skin at a stall.

(End of this chapter)