Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 119
The prosperity and liveliness of the West Market is not comparable to that of a small place like Liuyunfang City. Song Changsheng took Song Qingluo for a stroll there, taking a quick glance at it, and gradually began to have concerns in his heart.

Most of them are adventurers here. They hunt monsters and beasts in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, or find some rare elixir, or even kill people and sell the stolen goods. They will come here to set up a small stall.

They usually don't shout, clearly mark the price, keep the spiritual stones if they like them, and leave if they don't like them.

The goods displayed by these people are genuine and fake, and sometimes even they themselves cannot tell the difference. However, generally speaking, there are relatively few fakes, because most of what they sell are materials from monsters and collected elixirs. .

They are not Song Changsheng's targets, because there is nothing to pick up.

In addition to these adventurers, most of the rest are casual cultivators. They sell a wide variety of products, such as ores, magic weapons, elixirs, talismans, mental secrets... they sell everything.

Song Changsheng took a quick look and saw that most of the goods were fake, and the prices of a few genuine goods were a bit exaggerated. You might be able to make a small profit, but the stall owner would definitely not lose.

Buying these things can't be regarded as picking up the slack, it's just a small profit, Song Changsheng doesn't like it.

Finally, he set his sights on those "gamblers".

What is a "gambler"?Song Changsheng didn't know this question at first, so he looked at Song Qingluo, hoping that this "local" could answer his questions.

Song Qingluo smiled and said: "Young patriarch, the so-called 'gambler', in the final analysis, is just the word 'gambling'.

Although they are also rogue cultivators, they are different from ordinary rogue cultivators. They belong to an alliance of rogue cultivators.

This casual cultivator alliance is a relatively loose organization. It gathers many foundation-building casual cultivators and Qi-training cultivators. They will set up stalls and sell in this market.

Most of the goods sold were of uncertain value, such as maps, fragments of magical artifacts, fragments of ancient relics, etc. It was difficult to distinguish the true from the false, just like gambling. Over time, they became known as 'gamblers'. "

Song Changsheng suddenly understood after hearing this, and couldn't help but wonder: "Whether it is true or false, there must be a source. Where did they get these things? The stock is still so large."

Song Qingluo smiled and shrugged: "Everyone has various speculations about this issue, and the most credible one is that their alliance controls an ancient battlefield ruins, and these things were looted from it. Yes, but no one else has confirmed it.”

"The ruins of the ancient battlefield? It's interesting. Come with me to find out." Song Changsheng rubbed his chin, and he suddenly became interested.

In ancient times, human monks rose up in this world and opened up a vast land for survival and reproduction. Human powerful men established fairy dynasties one after another, gathering their strength to compete with the most powerful monster clan.

It was at this time that the various arts of cultivation began to flourish.

For example, the Daqi Kingdom where Song Changsheng is currently located is one of the many immortal dynasties in ancient times, responsible for resisting the invasion of monsters from Shiwan Mountain.

During this period, in order to enhance their strength and foundation, the royal family of Da Qi vigorously developed the secret realms and small worlds discovered within the territory.

In this process, fighting and fighting are naturally inevitable. The fighting opponents include aborigines, monsters from Shiwan Mountain, and other immortal dynasties.

In battles between immortal dynasties, tens of thousands of soldiers are often dispatched. The power of laws in the small world is weak, and the fighting can be said to be like a doomsday catastrophe.

Many small worlds were destroyed in the war, and even disconnected from the Purple Royal Realm, wandering in the endless void.

By chance, these small worlds will be drawn by the Purple Royal Realm again, and new spatial corridors will be constructed.

And this is what Song Qingluo calls the ruins of the ancient battlefield, the burial place of human soldiers. Due to the destruction, this small world no longer has the value of development, but there are many "relics" of the soldiers in it.

Although most things have decayed with the passage of time, there are some that are well preserved and still have a certain value.

If this alliance of casual cultivators really masters the remains of an ancient battlefield, then there will be a reasonable explanation for the origin of their products...

Song Changsheng looked around and finally stopped in front of a stall in the corner.

The stall owner was an old man who looked like he was about to die. He was only in the late stages of Qi training. He was sitting cross-legged in front of the stall with his hands folded, feeling a little drowsy.

Seeing Song Changsheng stop, his cloudy eyes suddenly glowed a little. He immediately stood up and said enthusiastically: "Whatever this little friend wants, just take a look and choose whatever you want."

Most of his stalls were broken animal skins and magic weapons, which were full of traces of time. It seemed that it was not groundless to say that these things came from the remains of ancient battlefields.

"Old man, why are they all junk goods?" Song Changsheng said pretending to be frivolous while flipping through the merchandise.

The old man rolled his eyes when he heard this, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Is this your first time coming to the market, little friend?"

Song Changsheng looked a little surprised and nodded, and said unsuspectingly: "How do you know? The elders in the family are here to do some errands and brought me here to learn more."

As long as a monk breaks through the foundation building stage, he only needs a little spiritual power to keep his appearance at the same age as when he first broke through.

Song Changsheng was not very old. He was only in his early 20s when he broke through the Foundation Establishment. He deliberately hid it and even looked a little younger than Song Qingluo.

Seeing Song Changsheng's inexperienced look on his face, the old man suddenly felt happy, because this kind of newbie is the best to fool. He cleared his throat and said mysteriously: "So that I can let you know, I am like this." The products on the stalls are very popular.”

"Oh? Isn't it just a pile of junk? What's the origin?" Song Changsheng was possessed by the Oscar winner at the moment, playing the image of a fledgling rookie.

The old man looked around, then leaned his head and whispered: "This is a treasure obtained from the ruins of the ancient battlefield. Friends of the ancient battlefield, you know, it is a treasure from ancient times."

"The ruins of the ancient battlefield?" Song Changsheng's eyes lit up, as if he was aroused some interest.

Seeing this, the old man quickly struck while the iron was hot and said: "Of course, look at this magic weapon. Although its spiritual light is dim, it was still at the level of a spiritual weapon before, and it was made of first-class materials.

There is also this ancient book, although it is dilapidated and decayed, but it records the inheritance of second-level and above skills. Even if you can't use it, it can increase your family's heritage. It's your first time here, so I count it 伱100. A piece of Yuan lower grade spiritual stone. "Song Changsheng looked at the two objects that the old man took out, and sneered in his heart. These things are true for a long time, but the spiritual weapons and second-level inheritance he advocated are pure farts, and 100 yuan for low-grade spiritual stones , He doesn’t even want it for free.

A broken earth bowl is still a broken earth bowl no matter how long it is buried.

My heart was clear, but my face showed just the right amount of hesitation, as if it was difficult to make up my mind.

As soon as the old man saw that there was something going on, he immediately gave a hidden wink to a strong man not far away. The strong man immediately understood, stood up and came to Song Changsheng's side, and said eagerly: "Fellow Taoist, you are here again. It’s new. I heard that a fellow Taoist bought a broken ancient spiritual weapon from you, so I want to try my luck.”

"Although ancient spiritual weapons are precious, they are nothing in the ruins of ancient battlefields. It's just that the old man's eyesight is dim and he can't identify the treasures, so he can only sell them out at low prices. Whether you can find them depends on your Taoist friends' eyesight." The old man He said with a smile.

"Yes, yes." The strong man pretended to take a jade tablet in front of the stall. After taking out the spirit stone to pay the bill, he broke it in front of Song Changsheng. There was actually a small piece of animal skin hidden inside, with a vague outline on it. Record something.

A look of surprise appeared on the strong man's face, and he quickly put it away. He also glanced around cautiously, as if he was afraid that others would snatch it, and then left in a hurry.

At this time, the old man pretended to be envious and said: "This Taoist friend's outstanding eyesight actually allowed him to discover the hidden treasure. Alas, I missed the treasure again."

Song Changsheng watched the performance between the two with cold eyes. This kind of clumsy trick was just a trick to deceive those simple-minded rookies. It was far from being able to deceive him.

"My little friend, do you want to give it a try? I think you have already achieved great cultivation at such a young age. You must be a genius from a big family, right? Your eyesight is much higher than that of the casual cultivator just now, so your skills must be extraordinary." The old man complimented without blushing.

Song Changsheng showed that he was very helpful, but then he pretended to sigh and said: "Old man, these 100-yuan spirit stones are really a bit expensive. This junior is short of money and can only buy one. So, my clan uncle will do it." It’s nearby, how about I go get some spiritual stones first?”

The old man suddenly frowned and said to himself: "This young man is not very experienced in the world, so he can be intimidated by me. If I invite an elder, won't he be exposed? No, I have to find a way to keep him."

Seeing that Song Changsheng was about to leave with Song Qingluo, he quickly stood up and stood in front of them. He said with a smile: "Why are you in such a hurry, little friend? I believe that my little friend is extremely talented and will definitely become a big shot in the future. Let me marry you." Good luck, how about giving 100 Yuan spiritual stones to the children to choose two?"

A happy look suddenly appeared on Song Changsheng's face, and he said with some embarrassment: "This... then I would like to thank you, senior."

After saying that, he squatted in front of the stall and started picking.

Seeing that he was finally persuaded, the old man felt happy and said secretly, "A rookie is just a rookie. You are so happy when I sell you two pieces of five spiritual stones for 100 yuan."

Just as he was feeling complacent, a smile appeared on Song Changsheng's buried face. He picked through it and finally took out a fragment of bronze and a tattered animal skin.

Seeing that he chose these two items, the old man's eyes suddenly showed a little ridicule, and he said to himself: "I chose the two shabbiest ones among a pile of rags. It's really stupid to choose two magic weapons and still get some money back."

"Senior, I want these two pieces." Song Changsheng handed the 100 yuan spirit stone to the old man and said.

The old man quickly accepted it, said a lot of compliments, and then sent Song Changsheng and the two away.

As soon as they left, the big man from before left and returned again, and the old man and the strong man began to share the money openly.

They were not afraid that Song Changsheng would come to trouble them after finding out that he had bought two pieces of rags, because all private fights were prohibited in Luoxia City, and their stall was protected by the city lord's palace. As long as it was a consensual transaction, there would be trouble if he dared to cause trouble afterwards. People teach you how to behave.

If the other party chooses to stay outside the city, then they will not be afraid. Their casual cultivator alliance has been living in Luoxia City for so many years and is not a vegetarian!
The old man and the strong man laughed at Song Changsheng's stupidity in their hearts, but they didn't know that Song Changsheng, who had gone far away, also had the same idea.

"This old man is really stupid." Song Changsheng stroked the texture of the animal skin in his hand and smiled secretly in his heart.

"Young Patriarch, what have you gained?" Song Qingluo had been holding back his words just now because he was afraid of ruining Song Changsheng's affairs. Now that he was far away, he finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Hahaha, yes, it's getting late, let's go back first." Song Changsheng smiled broadly. Not only did he gain something, he got a big advantage this time!
As soon as he returned to the grocery store, Song Changsheng locked himself in the room and took out today's harvest.

After practicing [Insight Technique], most of the fakes were invisible to him, and the reason why he stopped in front of the old man's stall was because he found the real thing among a bunch of fakes, or something real. The kind that shines like gold!
He first took out the bronze fragment and threw it directly into the cauldron for worship. As the shell gradually melted, the fragment finally condensed into a drop of green liquid the size of a broad bean, which emitted a metallic light after cooling.

"As expected, it is the second-level [Xuanming Crystal Essence]." Song Changsheng showed a smile on his face. Grind this substance into powder and add a small amount when refining it to improve the quality of the magic weapon. Just this small piece is worth no less than 300 yuan. A spiritual stone.

However, the highlight today is not it, but the animal skin.

The animal hide is only one foot square and is slightly damaged. Time has left indelible marks on it, and even the words recorded in the cinnabar are somewhat blurred.

However, these words were not the reason why Song Changsheng bought it. He gently rubbed his fingers, and a cluster of flames suddenly appeared.

When the animal skin was roasted under a flame, a hint of red gradually appeared on the originally yellow-brown animal skin and gradually spread.

Within a moment, the animal skin in his hand turned into a bright red color, and it was densely covered with text, but it was very different from today's fonts, and looked like birds and animals.

"Ancient animal writing is indeed an ancient thing." Song Changsheng's eyes showed a trace of fire. He had learned this type of writing in ethnic studies. It was the earliest writing of the human race. It was made to imitate animals and birds. No one uses it anymore. .

But as long as it is a force with a little knowledge, its disciples must learn this kind of writing.

The reason is very simple. If you don’t learn it, you won’t be able to understand the ancient martial arts books in front of you. Wouldn’t that be too funny?

"It is recorded using the skin of the Skyfire Red Lizard and has been specially treated. I want to see what is recorded on it."

Song Changsheng looked at it carefully and saw a few big characters written on it: "[Flash of Light]."

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(End of this chapter)