Luoyang City is one of the most powerful cities in the mountains. The city guarding brick walls that have been tempered by wind and sand has long disappeared from the delicate blue color at the beginning. The solemn black purple blood and brown are outside, not like copper and iron, but as if cast with blood. The solemn city walls are elusive at first sight, and are like this ancient city that has been rooted for thousands of years.

The Haidong Qingqun turned back here.

Luoyang is an important town and its management is naturally strict. Anyone who enters the city must register and apply for a pass. However, several official scholars picked up their pens and sang ink like the wind, and did not rest for a while. The long queues lined up under the city gate were moved for a long time.

Chang Xi and the other four stopped driving swords in front of the city gate. The monks of Shangqing Palace naturally did not line up to wait for the pass. Someone immediately hurriedly opened the way for him. It was the first time that Chang Xi came to Luoyang, and he had to apply for the pass. The scholars were very quick and did not dare to delay, so they quickly delivered it to Chang Xi. Chang Xi put away the pass and explained his meaning to Qiu Li.

Qiu Li said unexpectedly: "Junior Brother Chang, are you leaving now?"

Chang Xi nodded and said, "Senior Brother Qiu Li, aren't you going to Luoyang City this time? Then I should also find a way to return to Huizhou."

I sent you thousands of miles away, and there was a long separation. Qiu Lihe said first: "The dragons and snakes are mixed in Luoyang City. Junior Brother Chang, you must be careful at all times." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Chang Xi take out a delicate jade bottle and hand it to him. He was cold in his hand. There was a sound that was not like a elixir. It looked like some kind of liquid. He couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

"It is a good medicine for treating eye diseases. Senior Brother Qiu Li might as well try it in his spare time, as it may be effective."

Qiu Li was shocked when he heard this, but soon calmed down and solemnly put the jade bottle into the storage bag and bowed to Chang Xi. Chang Xi waved his hand and said take care of him. His figure was not dragged on at all, and soon squeezed into the surging crowd in the city and disappeared.

"I heard others talk about how powerful the disciples of the top five sects were. I disdained it and said that they were following the crowd and could not do it. But I only believed what I saw and heard this day, but I could not believe it anymore." Chi Ming hugged his arms and looked at the direction of Chang Xi leaving, his face full of admiration.

Ling Xuan even said with confidence: "This son will become a great man in the future."

"Don't talk too much, the tasks assigned by the master are important."

Squeezing down many complicated emotions in his heart, Qiu Li waved his hand to interrupt Chi Ming and Ling Xuan's fascination, and the three of them immediately disappeared into a corner of the city where no one was seen.

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The golden egg pocket is not big or small at the waist, but it is also an annoying thing. The young man in black shirt stands with a sword, but an egg is hanging around his waist. No matter how he looks, it is very strange. Chang Xi had no choice but to find a place that looked quite grand and dedicated to monks' stay.

Although Chang Xi knew that trading outside the sect required a thing called spirit stones, there were many spirit stones left by Liu Yuan in his storage bag of various colors and sizes, the problem was that he did not know the purchasing power represented by these spirit stones.

The shopkeeper, who also has the cultivation level of the Foundation Building Realm, glanced at Chang Xi, who was standing in front of the counter, raised his pen and stroked the account book, and said aloud: "The sky-size room, ten low-grade spirit stones in one night."

Chang Xi took out a blue spirit stone the size of a palm from the storage bag and handed it to the shopkeeper, staring at him, for fear of making a joke.

After taking the spirit stone, the shopkeeper frowned and said, "Can the guest officer have a low-grade spirit stone?"

Chang Xi complained in his heart, would it be necessary to be so careful if I knew which piece of low-grade spirit stone? But there was an innocent expression on my face and said, "No more."

After torturing the innocent shopkeeper, Chang Xi had already figured out the tricks of conversion and immediately returned to his guest room.

Only the Tianzi room is equipped with a ban on sound insulation and visual insulation. These ten low-grade spirit stone flowers are worth it. Chang Xi carefully checked the sound insulation formation to ensure that everything was normal and that no one had touched the body. Then he began to count the spirit stones.

"Ninety lower-grade spirit stones, ninety-nine medium-grade spirit stones, and nine nine top-grade spirit stones. In other words, there are a total of 99,990 spirit stones. Liu Yuan is really rich, so rich that he doesn't even look down on the lower-grade spirit stones?"

Chang Xi was shocked by his current wealth, and he could be called a rich young man.

With such a fortune, Chang Xi's mind began to become active. After all, I don't know what kind of danger I would encounter during the journey of more than 100,000 miles. How to effectively use this large amount of spirit stone is the most important thing. It is the most tragic to transform into a boy named Shancai like Liu Yuan and become someone else's wedding dress. Chang Xi asked himself that he was not that fool.

Soon, Chang Xi had already changed into a brand new black robe and went downstairs.

Since this inn is dedicated to cultivators, the waiters in the hall naturally have no reason to hire mortals. They are all in the early stage of Qi Refining Realm. They just see that their roots and bones are not good, or they are difficult to make progress in the cultivation route, or they may become abandoned sons of the sect, so they come here to be a clerk.

The gold and silver in the secular world are useless. Relying on their wealth and wealth, Chang Xi, who sat down by the window, asked for a pot of spiritual tea and stuffed a low-grade spiritual stone into the hand without any trace.

A low-grade spirit stone can afford his half-month salary, so the guy was naturally overjoyed. He glanced at the shopkeeper and didn't notice him. He quickly stuffed the spirit stone into his cloth bag, and his face had already changed into a serious smile: "What do you want to ask about? The little one must know everything and say everything."

After pretending to taste a few sips of fragrant tea, Chang Xi pretended to be deep and said, "Where is the best place to buy some spiritual tools of monks in this Luoyang City?"

"Senior, you are asking the right person."

Although he could not see Chang Xi's specific cultivation level, the guy's eyes and thoughts were very active. He lifted the pot and filled the teacup that Chang Xi put down, and said in a low voice: "If you want to buy a good spiritual weapon, it must be the Wanbao Pavilion, the most famous Wanbao Pavilion in Luoyang City. It is said that there is a big backer behind Wanbao Pavilion. There is no force in the huge Luoyang City that can drink a few mouthfuls of soup from Wanbao Pavilion."

Chang Xi pointed at the table and looked at the bustling crowd outside the window, and said lightly: "Do everyone know what you said about Wanbao Pavilion?"

The guy didn't hear the meaning and replied repeatedly: "Of course, everyone knows Wanbao Pavilion in Luoyang City."

"Then isn't my spirit stone a little wronged? These news is not worthy of it." Chang Xi turned his head and looked at the guy with a smile on his face.

When the guy heard this, his face turned pale and he immediately covered the hard-earned spirit stone in his cloth pocket. Just now, he felt that the young senior who was not visible and unsightly looked a little tender. He had only half a cup of tea and said in a daze.

"Senior, just ask, I will definitely satisfy you."

The guy obviously took it a lot. The cultivator who lives at the bottom like him is actually not much better than a mortal. He is nothing more than a better physique and has less troubles of three disasters and six diseases. Don’t underestimate the income of this spirit stone, but it will make him no longer so sad in the next half month of life.

After a pot of tea was leisurely, Chang Xi had already cleared up the recent matters of all sizes in Luoyang City, but the guy was so dry that his throat was smoked.

After paying the tea, the black shirt disappeared outside the door as it flashed. The guy smiled bitterly and shook his head and sighed that it was difficult to make money. He was about to turn around and go to the kitchen to fill a few wells to quench his thirst, but suddenly he felt heavy in his hand. He looked down and realized that there was another spiritual stone in his palm.
Chapter completed!