After Zhao Er saw this even more bizarre scene, he couldn't help but paused. The first thing he thought about was whether he was too tired during this period, and then he fell asleep just now.

But he subconsciously looked at the real amulet beside him, as well as the voice of Hengxian in front of him, and the occasional travelers coming and going from inside and outside the county.

This clearly shows that what happened before is true.

The legendary fairies and gods all exist!

This is not an exaggerated rumor among the people.

Zhao Er reacted at this time and bowed gratefully to all around, sincerely thanking the immortal master who saved his life.

The way Zhao Er kowtowed, also made two pedestrians passing by the county wonder what this man was doing.

"Spring will begin in half a month." One of them guessed, "This elder brother may be asking the Lianghe God for rain."

"You can also go to the River Goddess Temple in the county to pray for rain..." Another person was a little puzzled, "Or you can also ask for a statue of Lianghe God at Miaozhu to enshrine it at home."

"Yeah...I don't understand, I don't understand..."

While chatting, the two walked into the county ahead.

Zhao Er ignored the curious looks of others, but after thanking him, he stood up and picked up the pole not far away.

But when he was about to return to the county, he thought for a moment and put the amulet given by the immortal master in his pocket to prevent it from getting dirty when working in the future.

After making sure to put it away again and again, I continued walking towards the county.

And when Zhao Er returned home.

Four hundred miles away.

The boundary of Kuecheng.

Ning He grabbed the marten in his hand and came to a forest outside the city.

I found a hole under a tree, threw the unconscious mink into it, and cast a confinement spell to prevent the mink from escaping after waking up.

Then Ning He walked towards the direction of Kecheng ahead.

Walking like this all the way through the forest.

Perhaps it is close to the main city, unlike Heng County on the border of Liangcheng.

There are still very few demons who dare to cause trouble near the underworld.

As a result, Ninghe never saw another cholera demon during his entire journey.

But there are also some miscellaneous records of previous dynasties.

During the turmoil in the Wu Dynasty's Xinjian ten years ago.

It's a mess here in Kecheng, which is close to the border.

From time to time, there are rumors of magic battles between demons and monks.

Ning He has several travel notes about Kecheng. Most of the stories are descriptions of legends about gods and monsters, rather than the many humanistic chronicles like ordinary travel notes.

But as Ning He approached Kuecheng, he found that Kuecheng was just like an ordinary big city, without any magical aura.

It seems that as the chaos of ten years ago passed, those demons that once appeared are now either surrendered by monks and priests, or they are fleeing like martens and ghosts of Licheng, causing trouble in the countryside.

Ning He waited and looked for a few times, thinking about buying books, and walked towards the South Street stall in Kecheng.

The South Street stalls have also been a famous place in Kecheng for many years.

Although its reputation is far inferior to that of Qingxian County, which has delicious food and snacks.

But it also attracts some people who like shopping.

Wait until Ninghe comes here.

I saw that this obviously spacious street was full of lights, making it look like daytime.

There are also many officers and soldiers patrolling inside and outside the streets, maintaining order here.

Then slowly approach the street.

Ning He saw that the vendors setting up stalls here were divided into three rows.

There are two rows on the streets on both sides and one row in the middle.

Looking at it with spiritual consciousness, this South Zatan Street is two miles long, and it is full of stalls of this type.

Although the layout is the same, there are more types inside.

Some stalls not only sell antique calligraphy and paintings, but also sell weapons, martial arts secrets and other items.

There are also some stalls selling various snacks.

There are two banks on both sides of the street.

It is convenient for travelers from far away to exchange government banknotes for easy-to-spend silver and copper coins.

When Ning He saw this scene, he first used his spiritual sense to look at the martial arts secret books. At this glance, he found that basically forty-nine of the fifty books were fake.

The only genuine one has as many wrinkles as the fake secret books and looks very worn out.

Many knights, princes, or travelers who dream of being in the world find it difficult to spend money to buy the same thing when they see it.

To put it bluntly, searching for treasure on this street in Kecheng is just a matter of luck.

Either he or she has kung fu, internal strength, and knowledge of martial arts.

This way we can distinguish between true and false.

As Ning He watched, he saw a middle-aged knight with inner strength at a stall a mile away, who had selected a true secret book.

But although he was happy in his heart, he bought it with a calm expression on his face and called his companions to leave together.

It wasn't until he left the street and saw that no one was watching around him that he couldn't hide his smile and whispered to his brother who was walking with him: "I made a profit... I made a profit...

If my brother guessed correctly, this is the martial art that Master Lin made famous thirty years ago, Shui Lin Jue!

I heard that by using this method, Daxia Lin achieved great success in internal energy!

You and I, brothers, have made a lot of money today!

All the money I have lost on this street over the years can now be earned back with this one book!"

"Brother...you mean...this is the secret book of Dacheng?" His younger brother looked unbelieving.

They really lost too much.

And every time after my brother bought the secret book, he would come out mysteriously and say that this book belonged to a certain hero.

It’s just that every time it’s false, it’s a loss.

He no longer believes in his brother's judgment.

And such scenes also happened in every corner of South Street, and also happened inside and outside Kecheng.

Someone really found a treasure.

Some people think they have picked up a treasure.

There are also people who were woken up after buying something, and then shook their heads and beat their chests, thinking that they had suffered a loss.

There were also people who tried to argue with the stall owner, but were taken away by the officers and soldiers who came after hearing the news.

Ning He looked at this scene and felt that he could also write it into the upcoming "Wu Nan Ji".

Just like the previous "Wu Bei Ji" also had Qingxian snacks.

Scenes in the world of mortals are all presented in books, not monotonous scenery.

Ning He was thinking, and while wandering around South Street with the crowd, he carefully scanned all the stalls with his spiritual sense, screening for the real secrets, and prepared to record these in his travel notes.

At this glance, I also found two incomplete copies of ordinary Qigong training methods.

Just wait until you get back, complete the repairs according to your memory, and record them all together in Wu Nanji.

Such a wandering time.

Ning He looked at these cheats and didn't buy them.

Instead, we finally stopped in front of an ordinary second-hand bookstall.

The stall owner is an ordinary old man, and the books on the stall are also very ordinary travel notes.

But fortunately, there are many volumes. There are more than 190 volumes in total, which collect travel notes from various dynasties and generations.

Ning He is going to select a hundred books here to fill in the next hundred days.

The book frame is also ready, I just used magic to improvise it.

At the same time, when the stall owner saw Ning He stopping in front of his stall, he also looked at Ning He through the nearby lights and found that this guest had an outstanding temperament, which was different from other travelers.

"This...sir." The stall owner couldn't help but salute first, and then said: "The books on the stall all cost twelve cents each. Pick up whichever book you like."

"Twelve cents is a bit expensive." Ning He stopped picking books when he heard the price.

Now that the financial sponsor, Taoist Xiong, is not here, I have to plan carefully.

"I heard that the going price for collecting books is eight cents." Ning He also said to the stall owner while recalling the records in a business travelogue: "The going price for selling books is ten cents."
To be continued...