I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

Cangsuyuan.

The clouds are shrouded in mist, making it impossible to distinguish reality from reality.

Zhou Yi flew in the air several times, but couldn't find the entrance and couldn't break open with brute force, so he had to fall down.

Outside Cangsuyuan, there was a monk walking in the mountains. Zhou Yi stepped forward to catch up with one of them and shouted.

"Fellow Taoist, stay here. May I ask Cang Suyuan how to walk?"

The Taoist in front heard the sound, stopped and looked back, and saw an old man in a blue Taoist robe holding floating dust in his hand, walking briskly.

His consciousness swept over the old man, as if there was nothing, but he could see clearly in front of him.

The Taoist hurriedly bowed and saluted: "I have met my senior, Xiao Dao Qingyuan Valley Yunshan."

"No need to be polite, I am a poor Taoist from Yuzhu Cave in Zhongnan Mountain."

Zhou Yi transformed into Yun Zhongzi, cupped his hands and said, "I've heard the name of the Fairy Spirit Association for a long time. It's my first time here. I don't know how to enter Cangsu Abyss?"

Qingyuan replied: "You can reach the realm of Cangsu Yuan a hundred miles ahead. If there is no special invitation to guide you, no matter how immortal or mortal you are, you must walk there."

"I see, Changsheng's ostentation is quite grand!"

Zhou Yi caressed his beard and said, "My little friend has an evil spirit between his brows and unstable luck. It's better to stay in seclusion in the valley these days."

After saying that, he stepped forward, taking dozens of feet at a time, and disappeared in an instant.

"That guy Changsheng... Changsheng..."

Qingyuan's expression suddenly changed, and he turned around and walked away, planning to go back to the valley to retreat for ten or eight years before coming out.

Early morning hours.

There is mist in the mountains.

The Baili Mountain Road was only a short moment for Zhou Yi. Along the way, he met many people or demons going to Cangsuyuan. The monks and demons looked at them angrily, and were frightened by the rules of the Immortal Immortal and did not start fighting.

During this period, the most common people I saw were mortals seeking immortality. Some were dressed in expensive clothes, some were in coarse linen, some were alone, and some were protected by groups of servants.

Under the influence of the restriction formation, there are thousands of towering ancient trees outside Cangsu Yuan. There are no roads, and it is difficult to distinguish between east and west, making it difficult to maintain an accurate direction.

Mortals seeking immortality go through thorns and thorns, and when they encounter an immortal master passing by, they quickly bow and salute, and then adjust their direction of travel.

Mortals who are unlucky enough to encounter a great demon are swallowed into the demon's belly in an instant and die quietly.

The unlucky big demon wanted to make a fortune, but thunder fell from the sky and turned into charcoal.

What God said, the Immortal Immortal is close to the demon clan, is most likely true.

The Cangsuyuan Fairy Spirit Association, a hundred years ago and even earlier, was only a grand gathering of human races, and no demon race was allowed to enter.

About half an hour.

The fog gradually dissipated, and there was a faint buzz of people.

Zhou Yi took a few more steps, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

Looking up at the majestic deep valley ahead, there are cliffs thousands of feet high on the left and right, and the surging river in the middle divides the valley bottom into two sides. To the left is the ordinary city, with rows of pavilions and pavilions. On the right side, there is a mist, and you can vaguely see the Golden Court, Jade Pillars and Glazed Palace.

There are no boats or bridges on the river, but occasionally there are escaping lights flying left and right.

Zhou Yi was about to turn into the light and go to the right bank of the river, which was obviously where the monks gathered.

A crisp voice came.

"Zhenren, the Fairy Club will not open for another five days, so why not take a stroll in the ordinary market first?"

Zhou Yi followed the sound and saw a young man not far away, bowing and bowing repeatedly.

The young man said: "Little Sun Ren has lived in Cangsuyuan since he was a child, and he is familiar with every place."

Zhou Yi's spiritual consciousness swept through and found that Sun Ren only had a small amount of magic power in his body. Judging from his thick hands and feet, he should also practice martial arts. He asked: "Since the poor man is a real person, why do he need to go to the ordinary market?"

"The real person doesn't know anything."

Sun Ren looked happy. As long as the real person is willing to talk, the business will be successful: "There are also many good things in this ordinary market. A few days ago, someone bought Taiyi Fine Gold with five spiritual stones, and everyone came here..."

Taiyi fine gold is a material for refining high-grade flying sword instruments.

The five spirit stones were indeed a huge profit, but in Zhou Yi's opinion, they were worthless.

The yellow and white magical power allowed Zhou Yi to refine the fine gold into Taiyi fine gold, which increased its value more than ten times.

Simply collecting spiritual objects is of no use to Zhou Yi.

Zhou Yi was about to leave on a cloud, but suddenly an idea occurred to him and he said, "Take Pindao for a ride."

"Yes, please come with me, real person."

Sun Ren led the way while introducing the history of Cangsuyuan.

It is said that Cangsuyuan was once occupied by an evil dragon. After the Immortal Immortal attained enlightenment, he killed the evil dragon and established a sect here. As for whether it is true, only Immortal Immortal knows. After all, it was a history of nearly three thousand years ago.

The Immortal Immortal likes to make friends, lives on the immortal lotus root, and holds a fairy meeting every hundred years.

The effectiveness of fairy lotus root is relatively useless. It is also a pure yang fairy fruit, which can be added to the refining of many kinds of elixirs.

From the beginning, Cangsuyuan was a place where immortals and Buddhas chatted about Taoism, tasted immortal plants, and bartered, and gradually developed into a world-famous human holy land.

Intimidated by the reputation of the Immortal Immortal, there is no demon city for thousands of miles around, and there are many human races living in families.

After obtaining the consent of the true immortal, these cultivating families established a market on the left bank of Cangsuyuan to trade spiritual objects. Due to the blessing of the true immortal, the city is safe and stable. As time goes by, it has become a famous trading place in several continents.

Sun Ren whispered: "Real person, it is said that there are many demon kings who turn into human forms and trade in the market."

"I see it."

Zhou Yi caught a glimpse of a deer demon, bargaining with the store.

The spiritual object sold by the deer demon was actually his old horn that had fallen off. It was a demon king-level spiritual object and was worth a lot of money.

"The shops around here have all been appraised by experts, and there are only confirmed fakes, and they have never been missed..."

Sun Ren whispered: "If you want to buy good things, you have to go to the Free Market ahead."

After a while, Zhou Yi saw Free Square City.

Free Square City is a large open space with a radius of dozens of acres. You only need to rent a place to set up a stall. The goods sold by stall owners are all kinds of strange, including elixirs that last forever, fragments of immortal artifacts, and treasure maps of true immortals...

Each one is more exaggerated than the last, and some people are really stupid enough to ask.

Of course, most of them just do business honestly and sell unused spiritual items.

"I'll go shopping by myself."

Zhou Yi flicked his fingers, and the big spiritual stone fell into Sun Ren's hand.

This is the smallest piece of the Book of Changes. Occasionally, I help people make elixirs, and the other party pays for the spiritual stones in thousands of pounds.

"Thank you for the real reward."

Sun Ren bowed repeatedly. He had not taken Zhou Yi to several high-end deception stalls, but with this spiritual stone, he would not look down upon the commission given by the stall owner.

Zhou Yi was traveling through the market, and when he encountered a spirit beast seller, he went up to touch it to feel the power of blood.

The magical power of regulating birds is definitely more accurate than the monks of the Beast Control Sect for identifying the value of spiritual beasts.

Unfortunately, after visiting most of the stalls, the best one was a crane cub, whose bloodline was comparable to that of the best spiritual beasts. It could be trained well to be promoted to the Demon King in the future. Several god-refining experts surrounded the stall owner and pushed the price to sky-high prices without giving in.

One of the masters of refining the gods was transformed from the demon king.

Zhou Yi resisted the idea of ​​killing the demon king in a sneak attack. The reward for killing the demon king would most likely be higher than the value of the entire city combined.

This trip has a bigger goal, so we can’t alert others for the time being.

There are not only immortal immortals in Cang Suyuan, but also their immortal and Buddhist friends, as well as invited demon immortals.

Zhou Yi likes to beat others up, but doesn't like being beaten up.

After shopping for most of the time, I saw nothing good. I was about to go back to the stall I was interested in when I suddenly felt a ray of anger.

Let the true immortal sense fire, at least the superior spiritual fire.

Following the source of the fire, he looked at a cage of birds of different colors. The stall owner was an old man in blue robes, with fair hair and a childish face, and kind eyes.

Zhou Yi walked over and looked at it carefully, and found that one of the birds was emitting fire. It had a red beak, red feathers, a red tail, and red claws. It had a sad expression and was inconspicuous among the colorful birds.

"Fellow Taoist, what kind of spiritual beast is this?"

The old Taoist said: "The trust bird, after being cultivated, can perform escape techniques. It is extremely fast and is mostly used to communicate messages."

"So this is the letter bird."

Zhou Yi compiled the record of searching for monsters. How could he not know about Xinniao? He deliberately pretended not to recognize it and said, "Can you pass it?"

"Can."

The old man opened the cage. The bird was very smart and immediately flew to the gap to escape.

Bang bang bang!

The spiritual light flickered, and a layer of transparent restriction appeared, making the bird feel dizzy.

Zhou Yi reached in and caressed a few birds at will. Finally, his palm fell on the fiery red bird, and he felt the extremely rich fire blood in its body, which was no weaker than that of Mao Jiu.

Mao Jiu is stable and stable, with endless talents and spells, and the talent of easily cultivating the Hutian magical power, you know that your bloodline is extraordinary.

Zhou Yi asked: "Fellow Taoist, how do you sell this red one?"

"Not for sale!"

The old Taoist closed the birdcage with a click, and his speech became a voice transmission, and said: "The old Taoist can't recognize the origin of this bird. My fellow Taoist must have figured out something. Why don't you tell me about it, and I will be very grateful."

"..."

Zhou Yi took a closer look at the old Taoist. His head was covered with white hair and his beard was unkempt. Why did he look so annoying?

"A thousand kilograms of spiritual stones!"

"Fellow Taoist, this is the poor Taoist's favorite spiritual beast!"

"Ten thousand pounds."

"This is not about the spirit stone..."

"Twenty thousand kilograms, if you don't sell it, we'll break it up."

"The old Taoist will not take away the love of fellow Taoist, but this spiritual beast still has a deep fate with you!"

The old Taoist reluctantly took out the flaming bird, took the spiritual stone handed over by Zhou Yi, scanned the number with his spiritual consciousness, and couldn't help but ask: "Fellow Taoist, what kind of spiritual beast is this?"

"This is not a spiritual beast."

A black hole appeared in Zhouyi's cuff, and the red bird was caught in it.

Mao Jiu held the entrance of Hu Tian in his mouth and swallowed himself, using his magical storage power as a concealment defense technique. Inspired by this, Zhou Yi refined the entrance to the Hutian on his sleeves. After he attained the mastery of his magical power, he could use the beggar's version of the Universe in His Sleeves.

"It's not a spiritual beast..."

The old Taoist looked at Zhou Yi's departure and suddenly came up with a guess, feeling both happy and regretful at the same time.

After unexpectedly finding a bird with extraordinary blood, Zhou Yi suddenly became interested and took the trouble to use his magical power to regulate birds and sense every spiritual beast in the city. Unfortunately, the so-called picking up leaks only occurs in the realm of Qi refining. God-refining monks may not understand it, but Yin gods can sense good and bad luck.

For example, the shameless old man felt that the bird was extraordinary, but he couldn't recognize its heel, so he asked someone knowledgeable to identify it.

When raising spiritual beasts, you also need to identify the bloodline first, otherwise you will get twice the result with half the effort and waste a lot of spiritual things in vain.

After walking around for a while, there was nothing special, and Zhou Yi returned to a stall.

The stall owner is a man with a simple and honest face, and he looks like a farmer in his Taoist robes. However, the stall in front of him is much richer than others, and he directly rented it for more than ten feet wide.

The long banner standing on the side is very conspicuous, with six characters written on it: ancient ruins and fairy materials.

Ancient times, ruins, fairy materials, each word alone can attract monks, let alone when they are combined together.

On the stall are placed bronze blocks that are dusty and have an earthy smell, including tripod legs, bronze spear heads, bell ears...

In ancient times, in the eyes of most monks, they were bronze weapons, tripods, and bells.

Most people know that the so-called fairy materials are 100% fake. However, the cheap prices sold by stall owners always attract many people who gamble on luck.

Buddhist and Taoist monks chant sutras and meditate every day, but all they get rid of are mundane desires, and when they encounter superior spiritual beings, they are not as clear-headed as ordinary people.

The higher the cultivation level, the greater the desire, and the inner demon will attack.

No matter how much ordinary people doubt themselves or God, at most they will become depressed. I have never heard that inner demons will be born.

"Oh, what is this?"

suddenly.

An exclamation came from the crowd, and they saw that the monk who had just bought the "immortal material", after calcining it with the spiritual fire, was left with a bright yellow metal the size of a thumb.

"Taiyi Fine Gold!"

"At least ten kilograms, worth thousands of spiritual stones!"

"Five spiritual stones, two hundred times the profit in the blink of an eye!"

"..."

The exclamations attracted the monks who originally despised the stall owners and customers.

The honest man who owned the stall said: "Fellow Taoists, I, Tieniu, used to be a farmer digging in the soil. Fortunately, I still relied on digging in the soil to get my food on the road. These bronze fragments were dug out from ancient ruins... "

"Of course, these are all relics visited by our seniors. I wouldn't dare to go down to the tomb of an immortal even if there were one!"

As soon as these words were said, many people who were hesitant made up their minds. They couldn't suffer a loss or be cheated if they bought five spiritual stones.

What if I win five million... Bah, if I win the Taiyi fine gold, I will make a lot of money!

Zhou Yi discovered that at the bottom of the cultivation world, everyone is full of talents, gimmicks, shills, spells, words... they take turns to attack them, and those who are not strong in Taoism will be fooled.

"Fellow Taoist, I want these ten dollars."

Zhou Yi sensed with the yellow and white magic power that among the thousands of bronzes in the stall, only these ten were unearthed as real relics.

Of course, the spiritual energy has been dissipated for countless years and has prematurely degenerated into mortal matter, which has no practical value.

Tieniu scanned the mark on the bronze vessel, his expression changed slightly, and he quickly cupped his hands and said, "Senior, just watch and give it to me."

The boss specifically asked people who can accurately distinguish between true and false, at least experts in refining gods, not to cause trouble. Therefore, even if there is no business today, Tieniu will not dare to trick Zhou Yi, otherwise he will lose his life if he earns spiritual stones.

People come and go in Cangsuyuan. Tomorrow we will change places and look different. As long as Taiyi Fine Gold is still there, there will be no shortage of fools to be fooled.

"I won't take advantage of you."

Zhou Yi casually dropped ten kilograms of spiritual stones and left a mark on the stall owner so that he could be found at any time.

Turning around to leave, he met Sun Ren again.

Sun Renzheng led a white-haired old monk and talked endlessly about the great history of Cangsuyuan and the story of Taiyi Fine Gold.

The old monk walked tremblingly, as if he might die at any moment.

When Sun Ren saw Zhou Yi, he quickly bowed and saluted. When weighed, the spiritual stone weighed more than seven kilograms, equivalent to more than 70 spiritual stones.

This is the most money he has ever made after working as a shopping guide for so long... he is enthusiastic about people.

Zhou Yi nodded slightly and did not remind Sun Ren. The darkness between his brows represented the disaster of blood and light.

Today is a reminder that if you continue to lie to others after some time, you will eventually encounter them again. Karma is by no means false.

The Buddha's light on the old monk was so pure that ordinary people thought he was an enlightened monk. However, the familiar smell of white lotus could not hide it from the Buddha's execution of Zhou Yi.