At the beginning, I cleaned the Sutra Library and completed the incomplete skills.

Although the flying boat is not as good as the immortal boat in terms of size and flying speed.

It is also a good choice for transportation.

It only needs to consume spirit stones to fly autonomously.

Li Lan had always wanted to buy one, but because the price was not cheap, it would not help him much in improving his cultivation.

Therefore.

He has never put the flying boat into the ranks of cultivation resources that must be obtained.

Now that he has obtained such a means of transportation for nothing, it can be regarded as a fulfillment of his long-cherished wish.

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In addition to this flying boat.

The Feixue River token is also quite practical.

Holding this token, you can freely enter and exit the Feixue River United Market.

And within the scope of the market, you can unconditionally seek the protection of the four major loose cultivator families.

In addition, when trading resources with the four major loose cultivator families in the Feixue River Market, you can also get some privileges such as reduced spirit stones.

When he saw this token.

Li Lan immediately became interested.

For the past two years, he has been living a secluded and hard-working life.

Occasionally, he would return to Guangji Temple to hand in sect missions and receive rewards and monthly stipends.

Other than that, he rarely set foot in other places.

Because of the Stone Bamboo Shoot Ridge incident.

In order not to attract the attention of the Demonic Path.

Li Lan has not gone to purchase auxiliary materials for making Artemisia Annua Burning Cloud Talismans and Earth Bound Thousand Machine Diagrams in the past two years.

Now that the matter has passed for so long.

Li Lan pondered that this gust of wind was almost over.

He also had the idea of continuing to collect auxiliary materials for setting up formations.

The Bluestone Workshop of Guangji Temple is almost under the noses of those Demonic Path cultivators.

It is too risky to collect spiritual materials there.

Therefore, after some deliberation.

Li Lan set his sights on the market jointly organized by these four major loose cultivator families.

The relationship between the loose cultivator family and the sect is quite delicate.

The latter only wants to completely absorb the other party to increase its own sect heritage.

The former does not want to be subject to others in terms of techniques and cultivation resources in the future.

Therefore, very few loose cultivator families are willing to join the sect and work for it.

However, loose cultivator families with weak forces cannot completely cut off contact with the sect if they do not have spiritual veins under their names.

After all, things like breakthrough pills, foundation building pills, and spiritual vein cultivation caves are essential cultivation resources for cultivators.

They are all firmly in the hands of these sects.

If the loose cultivator family wants to continue, they can only hold their noses and trade with the other party.

The major sects naturally know their own advantages.

The situation where the status of both parties is seriously unequal is destined to make these transactions unfair.

Over the years.

The loose cultivator families have long accumulated a lot of resentment towards these sects.

This originally had nothing to do with Li Lan.

But now it has become a point that he can use.

The two parties are not subordinate to each other.

Then he doesn't have to worry about being noticed by someone with ulterior motives when buying rare spiritual plants in this joint market, which will attract the attention of the sect.

After making up his mind.

Li Lan did not hesitate and immediately set off.

鈥?鈥?,"Feixue River.

In the mundane market, a strong atmosphere of human life permeates everywhere.

The narrow streets are like criss-crossing rivers.

It's just that what flows inside is not water, but a bustling crowd.

Today is the annual Festival of the Wandering God.

According to legend.

A long, long time ago.

An immortal named Wandering God traveled here.

Seeing that a farmer was honest and kind-hearted, he casually enlightened him.

Leading him to enter the path of immortality and ascend.

Since then.

The people of the surrounding villages gather here at this time every year.

Eager to be favored by the immortals like that lucky farmer.

Over time, this Festival of the Wandering God was formed.

On this day every year.

Feixue River will be unprecedentedly lively.

Almost all the villagers from nearby villages came here early to go to the market.

The old people, with crutches in their hands and pious smiles on their faces, told the children around them the story of the immortal and the farmer.

The children all widened their eyes and listened attentively.

Imagining with longing the scene of themselves being selected by the immortal.

The young people are selling their own specialties, thinking about exchanging them for some good things at the market.

In the market.

The crowds are like a surging river converging here.

Everyone, on the surface, does not believe in the authenticity of the Wandering God Day.

They only regard it as a beautiful lie specially created by the merchants in the vicinity to sell goods.

But no matter men, women, old or young, everyone hopes in their hearts that they can become as lucky as the farmer.

After all.

Who would be willing to discuss firewood, rice, oil and salt in the mortal world if they could become immortals and seek longevity?

On the street, except for a few stalls.

The rest of the places are almost full of people.

The sounds of hawking, bargaining, and laughter are intertwined, which seems quite noisy.

A young man stopped in front of the stall.

Picked up the only inconspicuous dark stone placed on it, and asked curiously:

"Uncle, what are you selling?"

The stall owner was a bald old farmer, lying on a broken rocking chair.

He covered his face with a tattered straw hat, as if he was sleeping soundly.

In front of the stalls of other people, as if afraid that others would not see them, they were all filled with various goods.

This bald old farmer is different.

His stall is empty, with only an inconspicuous broken stone placed on it.

This formed a strong contrast with other stall owners.

Naturally, it attracted many people to stop and watch frequently.

The bald old farmer doesn't seem to be here to go to the market, but rather to loaf around.

Being suddenly disturbed from his sweet dream, he seemed extremely annoyed.

His voice mixed with impatience:

"One tael of gold per piece, no bargaining!"

Hearing this.

The young man was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

He asked in disbelief:

"Uncle, what are you selling? It's so expensive?"

It's no wonder that the young man was so stunned.

He has never even seen what silver looks like, let alone gold.

He wouldn't even dare to dream of earning one tael of gold.

"What do you care what I'm selling?"

"If you can't afford it, put down the thing and leave quickly, don't disturb my sweet dream."

The bald old farmer didn't mean to explain at all, and immediately started chasing people away, as if he was chasing away flies.

"Tch, little kid, put down his things quickly, lest you bump into them and he extort you."

"That's right, that's right, you can't afford to pay for something worth one tael of gold even if you sell the shops on this street."

"Today I'm going to see who is crazy enough to buy this broken thing."

"Hey, don't think about it, this old man comes every year, I see him every year, and the only thing he sells every time is this broken stone. He can't sell it at all!"

Aside, three or five women gathered together, chattering and watching the fun.

Obviously, they had already been rebuffed by the bald old farmer here.

Now they are staying here to watch other people's jokes.

The young man heard this, touched his nose, and smacked his tongue repeatedly.

He carefully put down the thing and walked away dejectedly.

After a long time.

A tall and sturdy young man dressed in simple clothes walked to the stall.

He bent down, picked up the stone and tossed it in his hand, and asked with a smile:

"Old man, how do you sell this thing?"