Tianmu

After a gust of wind swept through the clouds, a table of dishes was left behind.

Patting his stomach, Chen Ming burped in satisfaction.

"It feels so satisfying to be full!" Lying down on the bed, Chen Ming soon fell asleep.

……

"Where is this?" [

"who are you?"

"Don't come here, don't!...Ah~!"

Whoo~!

Sweating profusely, Chen Ming sat up and panted heavily. He looked around, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that everything was as usual.

"I was scared to death. I actually had a nightmare." Chen Ming said, patting his chest.

Getting up from the bed, he fetched some water in the yard, washed his face, and wiped off the water stains on his face. Only then did Chen Ming feel refreshed.

On the first night after crossing, he obviously didn't sleep well.

Squeak~!

Opening the gate of the courtyard, Chen Ming glanced at the Chen family's mansion in the early morning. Outside, busy servants could often be seen passing by in a hurry. Most of them just pass by without squinting.

After Chen Ming looked at it for a while, he lost his mood.

"It's not easy to come to another world. In any case, I have to experience the customs and customs here, and I can also go to the flea market. Maybe I can find some good things!" Chen Ming thought to himself.

Of course, he still remembered what happened yesterday, but he also understood that no matter how hard he practiced, with his own aptitude, he would not be able to catch up with others, so he could only report some unrealistic ideas, hoping to get some adventures.

His first stop was the flea market in another world, wondering if he would find some good things to come back.

"If only I could buy a book of purple-level cultivation exercises..." Chen Ming couldn't help but feel a little giddy in his heart, and there seemed to be a little sparkle in the corner of his mouth.

Back in the room, after a while of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, he finally found dozens of taels of silver. These were all saved by him in his usual frugality. The idea of ​​the original owner was to quietly leave the Chen home, left Qingyuan City, ran to a place where no one knew him, then opened a small tea shop or something, and lived the life of an ordinary person.

But now the body has changed owners, Chen Ming had such an idea back then, but now Chen Ming is full of ambitions, he has sworn to surprise those people, how can he escape like a coward!

After taking three taels of silver and a few pieces of silver, Chen Ming left the courtyard and headed towards the gate of the Chen family.

Along the way, it was inevitable that he would receive some strange looks, but Chen Ming chose to stare at them, so he pretended not to see them.

"When you don't have the strength, you have to endure it. When I become prosperous, I will find my place one by one!" [

Chen Ming walked out of the Chen family's gate without encountering any obstacles, and the bloody scene of being stopped and mocked as he imagined did not happen.

"The flea market in Qingyuan City seems to be going that way?" Chen Ming looked at the two forked roads on the left and right with some uncertainty, and for a moment, he was not sure which direction to go.

"Forget it, let's go this way, if you go wrong, you can just turn around!" Chen Ming gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and finally decided which direction to go.

Originally, the memories he received were just some fragmentary fragments. Many memories were broken in the struggle between him and the original owner. He didn't have much influence on this Qingyuan City. The so-called alien flea market, He also just has a vague concept.

Chen Ming chose the path on the left, and walked directly to it.

Half an hour later, Chen Ming came back here with a sad face, then lowered his head, thinking about the road on the right and walked there.

"Damn, I can choose the wrong one. Could it be that my luck is really that bad?" Chen Ming couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile in his heart. With such bad luck, can he really find good things?

Walking along the road on the right, while carefully observing the pedestrians and various shops on both sides, Chen Ming felt that the other world was like ancient China, but this made it easier for him to accept this world.

After walking for more than half an hour, Chen Ming went wrong twice before finally finding this place that specializes in selling things brought out by travelers or practitioners from various mysterious places. Of course, there are more here. fake.

Whether you can buy good things depends on your eyesight, but most of the people who come here are practitioners with little money, or the kind of people who like the atmosphere here. Those who are really rich will go directly to Some auction houses buy things.

Walking into this street, the surroundings became noisy, and there were all kinds of cries everywhere, just like a vegetable market.

Chu Tianming touched his nose, walked in with a smile.

"Passing by, don't miss it, the newly released imperial tomb treasures, royal martial arts are on sale!"

"Thousand-year Purple Gold Stone, Thousand-Year Dragon Tongue Grass, Ten Thousand-Blood Bodhi Wood!"

"The map of the ruins of the ancient strong man, this is the only one!"

"Orange-level skills, yellow-level skills, one copy is 100 taels!"

"..."

Chen Ming looked at the booths with the loudest calls, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"Is this royal martial arts? It's obviously a few ordinary books with the cover torn off!"

"Is this the ten-thousand-year purple gold stone? Damn, it's clearly a random stone picked up by the side of the road! There's also this thousand-year-old dragon tongue grass, when did the weed turn around! That ten thousand-blood Bodhi wood is just a piece of dyed Bloody rotten wood!"

"A map of ancient ruins? Children's graffiti is almost the same. Who can use this thing to find the ruins, I will write my name upside down!"

"Orange-level kung fu, yellow-level kung fu? Well, I don't want to say anything."[

The more Chen Ming looked at it, the more disappointed he became. This place is simply a dilapidated concentration camp, and there is no good stuff at all.

"Damn! It's outrageous!" Chen Ming furrowed his brows tightly, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"Forget it, I'm so naive. If there are any good things here, they would have been bought by someone a long time ago. Would you still wait for me?" Chen Ming smiled wryly and shook his head, and was about to turn around and leave. At this time, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something on a booth next to him.

All of a sudden, he stopped wanting to move.

"what's going on?"

It was a very worn-out book page that was randomly thrown on the booth, and the writing on it could hardly be read clearly, but in Chen Ming's eyes, the space around the page suddenly began to distort, followed by a bizarre scene happened.

The pages in my eyes, as if going back in time, began to change little by little. At first, the handwriting became clearer little by little, and then the entire wrinkled page became smoother. In the end, Chen Ming even saw To a page cover was born out of thin air.

"kindness?"

At this moment, Chen Ming suddenly felt dizzy, his body shook a few times, and he almost fell to the ground.

After struggling to stabilize his body, Chen Ming frowned, propped his knees with one hand, stretched out his other hand to his head, and lightly pressed his temples a few times.

"What's the matter? Why do you suddenly feel dizzy and feel so weak!" Chen Ming wondered, "Could it be related to those scenes just now?"

Thinking of the scenes just now, Chen Ming involuntarily looked at the tattered book page on the booth next to him.

The cause of everything is it!