This was the first time Chu Yan saw the lively scene of Shuiwan Market.

Except when he was in Broken Star Tower, he had never seen so many monks gathering together and bargaining with each other, which was full of the familiar atmosphere of the market.

Moreover, the monks walking next to Chu Yan and Jiang Panmeng at the moment were all casual cultivators, so they were dressed in various styles, which also made the two of them feel extremely surprised.

This scene was completely different from the disciples they saw wearing uniforms when they were in Broken Star Tower.

After observing the people around him with great interest for a while, Chu Yan began to stroll leisurely in Shuiwan Market.

This village has now been requisitioned by monks, and casual monks have set up stalls on both sides of the street.

Most of them are monks who sell items. They put the items they want to sell at the stalls. If anyone sees them, they can ask about the price.

However, the price is not fixed and must be discussed between the two parties. It can be paid with spiritual stones or bartered, which is extremely free.

There are also some monks who collect what they need.

It's the same stall. Then write down the type, quantity, and price of the items you need, and then wait for people to show up.

Walking among them, you can occasionally see monks bargaining, and they will blush and thicken your neck. At this moment, if you ignore the status of these people as monks and don't pay attention to the weird things in the stalls, Chu Yan will even

It felt like I had arrived at a lively market.

As he walked all the way, Chu Yan naturally did not forget the purpose of his trip: he was looking for Ganoderma lucidum naked eyes that were more than seventy-five years old, and hemlock trees that had been tempered by fire and thunder.

He and Jiang Panmeng both had things they needed to buy. In order to save time, they separated temporarily and made an appointment before reuniting.

After shopping for a while, when Chu Yan was walking along the road between stalls, a male cultivator with a turban and a sallow complexion walked towards him.

The road was not wide, and it was even more crowded after being surrounded by stalls. At this moment, Chu Yan was about to get out of the way, but who knew that the male cultivator was walking straight towards him quickly.

Chu Yan's expression remained unchanged, but a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

However, this male cultivator, who was holding a turban and looking extremely weak, seemed to have no ill intentions. He walked quickly to a place just one step away from Chu Yan. Suddenly, he stopped and looked at Chu Yan for a moment with a sinister expression.

Suddenly he opened his mouth and showed a mean smile: "Young man, I have some good stuff here, do you want it?"

After saying that, he suddenly opened the lapel of his clothes, and then hurriedly covered it up like he was hiding a treasure, as if he was afraid of being seen.

But even though he was very fast, Chu Yan could still see him clearly.

On the inside of this male cultivator's robe, no fewer than dozens of picture albums with extremely colorful covers were hung densely, with very imaginative names written on them, such as "Female Cultivator Bai Jie" and the like.

"Young man, what do you think? Do you want it? These are all exquisite storybooks, and they contain a ray of the artist's spiritual thoughts. I guarantee that you will truly feel what it means to be immersed in the scene. All it takes is two hundred and eighty-eight souls.

The money is only 288 per book, how about it, do you like it?" As he spoke, the male cultivator was drooling.

"No." Chu Yan shook his head.

He really wasn't interested in this kind of thing.

However, this male cultivator thought that Chu Yan thought it was too expensive.

After all, in his opinion, how could a vigorous young man not like such a good thing?

Seeing that Chu Yan was about to leave, he hurriedly took a few steps, followed Chu Yan, and continued to chatter in a low voice: "If you think it is expensive, it is not non-negotiable. Look, a book of 288, if you

If you buy two books, I will only charge you five hundred souls. How appropriate. The point is that the spiritual thoughts are stored in them. This is completely different from just reading it. You are immersed in it, you know?"

The male cultivator kept introducing him, and his protruding nose hair almost poked Chu Yan's face.

Just as he was about to push this person away, Chu Yan glanced at him, and his heart suddenly moved.

"Hemlock!" At the stall in front of Chu Yan's right, there was a hemlock that was as thick and long as half an adult's arm.

Moreover, one section of the hemlock wood was charred black, which was obviously burnt by fire, and the canine teeth on the section were wrongly knocked out, which also met the standard of being quenched by lightning.

At this moment, in front of this stall, there are several dealers who are selecting items.

Chu Yan remained calm and walked over slowly.

The monk who placed the hemlock trees was a fat man who laughed at everyone. His face was swollen with fat, but the fleeting sparkle in his eyes showed that he was definitely not as honest as he appeared on the surface.

The few casual cultivators seemed to have selected something from the stall and asked the fat man about the price.

The two parties bargained for a while, then the fat man waved his hand, and the few casual cultivators shook their heads and left unhappy.

Seeing that these people did not buy the hemlock tree, Chu Yanxin breathed a sigh of relief.

This hemlock tree was much longer than he expected. If used as a material for cultivating the Eye of Insight, the effect would definitely be good.

If someone were to get there first, it might not be that easy for him to find a replacement here.

Chu Yan did not walk over directly, but first went to the stall next to the fat man and pretended to choose items.

The male cultivator selling weird tales was still chattering beside Chu Yan. At this moment, the fat man suddenly pointed at the male cultivator: "You guy, you are lying here again. Believe it or not, I will take you out of Shuiwan Market."

Throw it out?"

Chu Yan raised his head and looked at the fat man. He did not expect that the fat man would actually speak on his own initiative.

The fat man glared at the male cultivator selling the storybook, and then said to Chu Yan: "Little brother, don't be fooled. The content in the storybook this guy sells is not helpful to cultivation, but he also hides it.

Accidentally, the two hundred and eighty-eight spiritual money you paid him became five hundred and eighty-eight, but you didn't even know it."

"You, don't be such a mouthful!" the male cultivator selling the storybook blushed and shouted hurriedly.

Judging from his performance at the moment, what the fat man just said is probably not false.

"If you say one more word, I will throw you out now." The fat man folded his arms and sneered.

The male cultivator selling storybooks was obviously a stern and shy character. He didn't dare to say anything at this time. He pointed at the fat man fiercely and then at Chu Yan: "Just wait for me!"

After saying that, he stamped his feet and ducked into the crowd. After a while, he disappeared without a trace.

"What does it have to do with me?" Chu Yan blinked.
Chapter completed!