I climb the fairy ladder by farming

Chapter 44
Ten days later, the Misty Crimson Ridge.

A brilliant flying shuttle flew across the sky and landed outside the insect ridge.

Zhang Zheng came out of the shuttle, put the shuttle back into the storage bag with a wave of his sleeves, and looked at the foggy mountain in front of him.

As the name of the place suggests, this worm mountain is shrouded in miasma all the year round. Ordinary people who stray into it will inhale the miasma and die within a short breath. Even low-level monks will be troubled by it and lose their way.

In addition, there are poisonous insects, snakes and ants everywhere in the worm mountain. These are extraordinary poisons. All the creatures that can survive in the worm mountain are all powerful monsters.

But it is also for this reason that alchemy and medicine made with the body of monsters in this world often have miraculous effects.

Therefore, there are not a few monks who come here specially to kill monsters. Such a large flow of people even gave birth to the bustling development of the outer square city of Chongling.

Zhang Zheng landed around Fangshi, and with her cultivation base in the foundation period, she would not be able to avoid the miasma attacking the worm ridge. Although it would not directly threaten her life, once she got lost in the worm ridge, the danger should not be underestimated.

A lot of low-level monks came here to practice, and the city specially prepared to learn about miasma pills for low-level monks like her. Taking one pill can guarantee that the miasma will not enter the body for ten days.

Zhang Zheng is here to buy this Miasma Relief Pill.

Although Mizhangchong Ridge is under the jurisdiction of Wanxuanmen, because it is on the edge of Jiuchong and close to Huayue area, there are no Wanxuanmen disciples stationed here, only patrols are sent here occasionally.

The square market here was also built by the casual cultivators themselves, because there were too many people coming and going, and Wanxuanmen was laxly controlled, so fish and dragons were mixed inside, and it was a rare place of chaos.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Zhang Zheng had already changed into a normal suit, put away all the signs with the imprint of Wanxuanmen on his body, and pretended to be a casual cultivator.

As soon as he stepped into Fangshi, Zhang Zheng was surprised by the layout in front of him.

There are no uniform houses and buildings. All the buildings have their own styles and characteristics. They are located in this area in a disorderly manner, and large and small stalls can be seen everywhere.

The first impression makes people feel very chaotic and bad, but after a closer look, there is an inexplicable charm of freedom, unrestrained, wanton and arrogant.

"Yo, chick, did you come by yourself?"

The three monks dressed as gangsters fixed their eyes on Zhang Zheng, who had just arrived, and surrounded her calmly while teasing her.

This was the first time Zhang Zheng was surprised to see someone who dared to kill and steal in an open and honest manner. The most surprising thing was that he was the target of being killed and stolen.

She sized up the three people around her. They were all at the early stage of foundation establishment, comparable to her, but they did have the strength to rob her.

"It doesn't seem very polite for the three fellow Taoists to surround you?"

Hearing this, one of the men with sharp eyebrows clapped the strong sword in his hand, and said with an evil smile: "Be sensible, hand over the things, and Brother Saner will let you go."

"Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh. If you don't like it, Brother San'er doesn't mind playing with you."

The other two laughed in agreement, their eyes lustful.

Zhang Zheng was not interested in entanglement with them, and he just thought it was a bit of a novelty to talk to them just now.

The three of them looked like habitual offenders who robbed houses, their brows revealed ferocious murderous intent.

A head-to-head confrontation is likely to end in a lose-lose situation, which is of no benefit to her mission.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zheng ran the "Qing Ling Jue" silently, and in the blink of an eye, his figure had easily passed through the surrounding of the three people and disappeared among the people coming and going in the square city.

This is the background of the sect. As long as you have spirit stones and merit points, you can exchange for various high-level skills and spells.

The three of them didn't expect this female cultivator to be so good at running, leaving them in vain.

The market was full of fish and dragons, and they didn't dare to arrest people with a big fanfare, so they could only glance viciously at the direction where Zhang Zheng disappeared, and spat unluckily.

After getting rid of the three of them, Zhang Zheng quickly settled down in front of a stall.

She picked up a bottle of Miasma Relief Pill, "Fellow Daoist, may I ask, how many spirit stones is this Miasma Relief Pill?"

The owner of the stall was an extremely young boy, about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a loose black robe, wearing a ghost-like half mask, the upper half of his face could not be seen.

Unexpectedly, the boy's voice was extremely hoarse, harsh like a knife scraping glass, and like the wheezing of a broken bellows, anyway, all in all, it was extremely unpleasant, making people frown when they heard it.

"A bottle of thousand pieces of low-grade spirit stones."

Zhang Zheng didn't respond to his voice. He only stared at the pill bottle, and couldn't help being a little dumbfounded, "You only have five pills in this bottle, so it's so expensive? But what's so special about it?"

Obviously she saw other stalls on the road just now, and they only had five spirit stones and one pill.

Without even raising his head, the young man reached out and snatched back the pill in her hand, and said in a gloomy voice, "There's nothing special about it, just go away if you don't buy it."

My temper is too bad, is it so bad to sell things now?
Zhang Zheng was stunned for a while, although he felt that the young man in front of him looked a little pitiful, but when he thought of the spirit stone in his storage bag, he really couldn't let go.

Why is this little boy asking for such a high price, a low-grade spirit stone is actually 200 yuan.

Forget it, let's go to another stall to buy it.

Zhang Zheng's departure did not attract any attention from the young boy, he was still curled up sitting behind the stall as before, exuding a gloomy aura from his whole body.

"Little brother, how do you sell this elixir?"

A voice as gentle as water sounded.

The boy still replied with a broken voice: "A thousand low-grade spirit stones."

That voice didn't hesitate at all, and said to the maid beside him, "Lv Ya, give this little brother ten medium-grade spirit stones."

Ten middle-grade spirit stones!

This young man's stall is not worth a thousand low-grade spirit stones.

Although Luya felt that her young lady was acting weird today, she still obeyed and took ten middle-grade spirit stones and handed them to the young man.

She wondered not because of these ten spirit stones, but why her young lady suddenly took such care of a boy she had never met before?

After all, it was only ten middle-grade spirit stones, not enough for their meal.

Maybe this is rich and powerful, and the real money is like dung...

Anyway, Zhang Zheng would never be able to do this.

The young man stared at the ten shining middle-grade spirit stones in his hands, his mood was violently shaken.

Suddenly, a slender hand with creamy skin stretched out in front of his eyes. Inexplicably, as if drawn by some strange force, he raised his head and looked at the owner of the hand.

The woman was born delicate and beautiful, her black and white pupils were so gentle that they seemed to drip water at any time, her pink lips were parted, and her voice was graceful.

"Little brother, are you here alone?"

Her eyes fixed on his face covered by the mask of the evil spirit, gentle and sad, "I used to have a younger brother who was as big as you, but... hey... If you want, can you call me sister, I will bring you You go home."

By chance, the young man looked at her sad expression, looked at the white palm in front of her, as if he was bewitched, he held it with his thin and scarred hand.

"Ah... Sister..."

Feeling the warmth and softness in his hands, the young man's heart felt sour. She was the first person who noticed him and didn't hate his voice.

If Zhang Zheng was still here and heard the boy's voice, she would definitely feel uncomfortable, not for anything else, but for the first person who didn't hate his voice.

Obviously she also noticed him, and obviously she didn't hate him, okay? It's just that her pockets are relatively clean, and she can't afford medicine pills, let alone spend so much money.

(End of this chapter)