Cultivating immortals is a hard job

When Hongying heard the three words "Xihezhou", the entire shadow suddenly froze in mid-air, with his mouth half open, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Mo Xun noticed the subtle change in his expression and asked: "Has Daoyou heard of this place?"

After a long time, Hongying laughed dryly.

"I... I really don't know whether to congratulate Daoyou or say that Daoyou is unlucky."

Of course, this sentence was not only said to Mo Xun, but also to himself.

"What do you mean?"

Hongying did not answer his question directly, but said with some emotion: "Hong originally thought that this place only existed in legends, but I didn't expect that it actually existed, and I didn't expect that you and I could come here by mistake."

Mo Xun's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"It seems that Daoyou really knows this Xihezhou!"

In the next incense stick time, Mo Xun realized that the Southern Xinjiang Xiuxian world really belonged to another state, called Dongshengzhou!

As for the luck that Hongying mentioned, it naturally refers to the cultivation environment here, which is much better than Dongshengzhou, and the so-called bad luck is nothing more than that he may not be able to return to Nanjiang in this lifetime.

For a while, both of them were a little silent. In this strange place, they became the only people who had a common language.

"Friend Mo, since you have fallen here, it is useless to think too much. I wonder if our previous agreement still counts?"

Hongying changed quickly. After a brief helplessness, she began to consider her own situation.

"Friend Dao, please rest assured. Since I have sworn to the inner demon, I will not regret it."

Hearing Mo Xun's affirmative answer, Hongying was relieved. On the one hand, she asked Mo Xun about the situation outside, and on the other hand, she told him everything she knew about Xihezhou.

The two of them are now on the same rope, so Hongying will naturally not hide anything in this regard.

But most of what Hongying knows are rumors that have been around for tens of thousands of years, and they are not as detailed as Mo Xun has learned recently.

After putting away the soul-raising lock, Mo Xun suddenly took out two black wooden plaques and kept observing the patterns on them.

In fact, he didn't need Hongying's guidance. He had already accepted the current situation and his mind was now on the ancient ruins that was about to be opened.

To be honest, since he knew the function of this wooden plaque, he had a great interest in the treasure house in the Moon Star Palace.

During this period, he read a lot of records about the ancient ruins and realized that this place was a place where opportunities and dangers coexisted.

It is said that at least 60% to 70% of the people died in it every time.

Such a low survival rate made him inevitably discouraged.

At this moment, a sound transmission note flew in, and not long after, he hurried out again.

In the private room of the teahouse, two people sat opposite each other, one of them was naturally Mo Xun, and the other was a veiled woman.

"Friend Mo, please check it out!"

The voice was a bit tender and charming. As she spoke, the woman casually set up a soundproof cover around her and pushed a storage bag in front of Mo Xun.

This person's name is Huo Qianer, a broker who introduces transactions in the market.

Mo Xun picked up the storage bag and took out the things inside one by one to check carefully. After a long time, he nodded lightly.

Among them, there are not only hundreds of spiritual grass seeds and seedlings, but also many talismans.

There are no less than ten escape talismans of various attributes alone.

"Thank you, fairy!"

After saying that, Mo Xun also took out a storage bag and handed it to the other party.

After Huo Qianer counted, a look of joy immediately appeared on her fair face.

Mo Xun is now a learned man. Knowing someone like Huo Qianer has saved him a lot of effort. He didn't know how much time he would waste if he ran to each store by himself.

"You are too polite, if you need anything in the future, just remember to let me know. As for the technique you want, I have also found out."

"Are you serious?"

Mo Xun put away his storage bag and immediately became interested. What he was most concerned about now was the main technique.

If he didn't solve this problem, it would mean that his cultivation would never improve.

Although he still had half of the "Fire Sutra" in his hand, he didn't want to practice it unless it was absolutely necessary because it was incomplete.

After all, he was less than 40 years old and had a lot of life to continue searching.

Huo Qian'er giggled, and even through the veil, it was hard to hide her beauty.

"I won't lie to you, sister. Although the techniques above the foundation-building stage are rare, you can still find them if you make an effort to find them. Even if the middle and high levels are hard to find, the low-level techniques are not rare."

Perhaps it was because the inheritance of the Southern Border Immortal Cultivation World was insufficient, or because his original realm was too low and his knowledge was limited. It was only after coming to Xihezhou that Mo Xun realized that the techniques were also divided into different levels.

But for him, as long as he could have a complete technique and leave him a glimmer of hope to cultivate to the stage of forming a pill, it didn't matter even if the level was lower.

Besides, according to common sense, the lower the level of the technique, although the power is a little worse, it is easier to practice. For someone with spiritual roots like him, he would naturally give priority to the ones that are easy to use and practice quickly, otherwise he might not be able to form a pill at the end of his life.

At this time, the role of Huo Qianer, a local snake, was revealed. If Mo Xun was asked to inquire by himself, not to mention how long it would take, he might not even be able to find the way for a while.

Huo Qianer continued, "There will be an auction in Yunhai Tower in the middle of next month. I heard that there will be an auction of fire-attributed skills. You can go and see for yourself."

Mid-next month?

Mo Xun's brows immediately frowned when he heard the time.

The opening day of the ancient ruins will be in a few days. Doesn't that mean he will miss this auction?

In theory, general auctions will be held before such large-scale events. After all, everyone goes there to look for opportunities. Who would go to participate in any auctions?

It's just that during this period of time, Mo Xun has also gained a preliminary understanding of some of the situations of the ancient ruins.

It's really like what Wu Qingfeng said. The ruins are opened every ten years. I don't know how many people have entered in these years. The good things inside have basically been looted. In addition, there are many dangers. In recent years, fewer and fewer people have entered.

Nowadays, those who are still willing to try their luck are either poor monks with shallow wealth, or people like Mo Xun who got some rumors from somewhere and have a clear purpose.

Seeing Mo Xun like this, Huo Qianer couldn't help but ask: "Do you think there is something wrong with it, fellow Daoist?"