I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 107

Putting aside the doubts for now, Zhang Zheng got up and left the cave, the most urgent task is to cover up the truth that she killed Wang Ruojin.

Knowing that Wang Ruojin came here to take care of a lot of people, and she would usually leave after staying here for only two days at most, she had to erase the traces and get out of it before others found out that Wang Ruojin was missing.

The weeds outside the cave are luxuriant, and the wild flowers planted just now are in full bloom, red like fire and white like clouds, which complement each other, just like white clouds in the clear sky, and the red sun half exposed in the clouds.

The mountain wind blew the snow-blue skirt, brushed the broken hair on the sideburns, and fluttered. Zhang Zheng couldn't help opening his chest, closing his eyes to feel the cool breeze on his face, as cool as rain.

There was a smile in the black eyes, Zhang Zheng smiled and flew away.

Relying on the hidden breath talisman and water cover all the way to hide his figure, he rushed straight to Wanjinlou, the square city under the Wanxuanmen Mountain.

I haven't been to Fangshi for more than ten years. When I come here again, the changes are not big, but it is still very lively and full of people.

I haven't felt such a lively atmosphere for a long time. It is somewhat similar to the town of Xiaoqian World, but it is very different.

The town is surrounded by a more intense human atmosphere, warm and popular. Although there are people coming and going in the square market, most of them are shops and street stalls, and there are very few monks who live here for a long time.

You come today, I will go tomorrow, everything changes in an instant.

Zhang Zheng didn't stop there, and went straight up to the fourth floor of Wanjin Building.

Stopping a maid casually, Zhang Zheng asked with a smile, "Sister, could you please take me to the place where magic artifacts are sold?"

The maid looked at her calmly, and seeing that she was an inner disciple of Wanxuan Sect, she bowed and said, "Guest, what level of magic weapon do you sell?"

"Fourth grade mid-grade."

The maid said: "Guest, please follow me."

Follow the maid to the back of the fourth floor, walk through a bright corridor, and stand in front of a delicate nanmu door.

The maid came forward and knocked on the door, "Mr. Qin, there is a customer here to sell magic tools."

"Enter."

With the consent of the people in the room, the maid quietly pushed open the door, stepped aside, stretched out her hand as a gesture of invitation, and respectfully said: "Guests, please come in."

Zhang Zheng nodded and smiled at her, stepped into the room, and closed the nanmu door behind him.

The snow-white gauze curtain fell like a waterfall, and the looming figure behind the curtain was doing something at the desk, and said directly: "Put the magic weapon on the table."

The voice was steady, like that of a middle-aged man.

Zhang Zheng did as he did, and put the knife on the table in front of the gauze curtain.

A hand wearing gauze gloves stretched out from behind the gauze curtain, took the knife away, looked at it for a moment, and then put the knife back on the table.

"Seventy-eight thousand low-grade spirit stones."

Hearing the quotation, Zhang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. The price of a fourth-order middle-grade magic weapon is usually around [-] low-grade spirit stones. up.

As for why not set up a stall to sell it, it would not be better to just sell one hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Firstly, it is inconvenient for her to show up too much at the moment, and secondly, time is tight, she has empty sleeves and is in a hurry to use Lingshi, so it is really inappropriate to set up a stall.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zheng responded immediately, "Okay, maybe it's over now?"

Elder Qin nodded slightly, "Naturally."

The next moment, the knife was taken away and replaced by a storage bag placed on the table in front of her.

The lowest-grade storage bag is priced at less than a dozen low-grade spirit stones. One can tell at a glance that Wanjinlou is rich and doesn't care about such a small amount of money.

Zhang Zheng took the storage bag with his sleeves in his arms, and counted it, and there were indeed [-] low-grade spirit stones.

Clasping his hands to say goodbye, Zhang Zheng pushed open the door and went straight back to the front hall on the fourth floor.

Without even looking at the other artifacts, Zhang Zheng bought two Elephant Elephant Stones at one time with the spirit stones he had just exchanged for.

As a result, only [-] of the [-] low-grade spirit stones that have just been obtained are left.

Zhang Zheng touched the storage bag distressedly, money was hard to come by, but spending money was like flowing water.

Under the cheery eyes of the shopkeeper on the fourth floor, Zhang Zheng left the Wanjin Building and was in a hurry to return to the Zong, but his mind was attracted by the bustle of the roadside.

"This spirit beast egg was the one I had my eye on first, why did I give it to you!"

Zhang Zheng took a closer look and saw that in front of a stall selling all kinds of spirit beast eggs, three disciples wearing the clothes of the outer sect of Wanxuan Sect were arguing endlessly.

Two girls and one boy, the two girls are about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the boy is about the age of the crown.

The girl who spoke just now has a cute baby face, with a bit of baby fat, she looks like a hamster puffing up.

The other woman has a beautiful appearance and a weak temperament, holding a snow-white spiritual beast egg in her arms, she should be walking with the man.

When Zhang Zheng saw the woman, he felt a rush of familiarity, those eyes that were about to drop, and that weak figure of the weak willow and the wind.

It is exactly the same as Tan Ying in disguise. At first sight, she almost mistakenly treat her as a sister next door, but only later did she realize how stupid she is.

Tan Ying is an out-and-out lunatic, her identity is mysterious and she comes and goes without a trace.

Thinking of Tan Ying's inexplicable words outside the mission hall, Zhang Zheng felt an inexplicable sense of urgency and panic.

The man leaned slightly in front of the weak woman, and said with a helpless wry smile: "Lan Lan is obedient, I will leave this egg to you, Sister Ning Ning."

The baby-faced girl turned red with anger, put her hands on her hips, and roared imposingly: "Why! I want to give her everything, at home, and at the sect. What is she? Just plant it!"

There is such a big show, and there are quite a lot of people on the side of the road watching the excitement.

The weak woman's eyes were instantly red, and the bright tears filled her eyes, which would not fall, as if she was holding back her tears.

With sobs in her voice, she said timidly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have fought with my sister for the spirit beast egg. My sister wants this spirit beast egg, so I will give it to you."

What she said, with her pitiful expression, if people who don't know the cause and effect read it, they might blame her for being arrogant and domineering and unreasonable.

The man was obviously in this category, even though he watched the whole process, he stopped the spirit beast egg handed out by the woman with one hand, and looked at the baby-faced girl with dissatisfaction and disappointment.

"Stop talking, Lanlan, you are too jealous, we are a family, how can you say that about your sister Ningning!"

The baby-faced girl raised her head high, her lips were tightly pursed, and a look of unnaturalness flashed in her eyes. Obviously she also felt that what she said earlier was too much, but she still tried to save face and said: "I don't care, I found this spirit beast egg. You have to give it back to me!"

The man looked at her and shook his head, frowned, turned around and threw a bag of spirit stones at the vendor, half hugged the woman's shoulders, and led her away.

The girl's outstretched hand was spread out in the air, empty and unable to grasp anything.

"Humph……"

Zhang Zheng heard her snort, turned her head and ran away in a hurry.

The onlookers gradually dispersed, and Zhang Zheng also walked away, thinking that the baby-faced girl's eyes were full of tears just now, and she couldn't help sighing, presumably there will be a rainstorm when she hides.

(End of this chapter)