City gate.
Facing the obstruction of two fierce guards, Chen Changming didn't panic, just smiled slightly, raised his hand and handed over three pieces of Spirit Stone.
"Brothers, please accept it!"
The young man has a bright smile, giving people a sense of sunshine.
Martial Spirit City is known as the city of chaos. Any monk who enters the city must pay three pieces of Spirit Stone. Only monks in the Foundation Establishment realm do not need to pay.
After accepting Spirit Stone, the two guards looked slightly calmer, took back their guns, and let the boy enter the city.
As soon as you enter Martial Spirit City, you will feel a sense of prosperity. There are rows of tall buildings, restaurants, teahouses, brothels and shops. There are pedestrians everywhere and it is very lively.
There are also many individual stalls on some non-main streets.
After wandering in the depths of Savage Wilderness for nearly a year, now that he has entered the human city again, Chen Changming has mixed feelings in his heart.
He remained vigilant, walked carefully on the street, and tried to keep his distance from those around him.
Through interrogating the young man who robbed him, he now has a more comprehensive understanding of Martial Spirit City.
This place is very likely to be robbed even in broad daylight.
Bang!
On the street a dozen feet away, a Qi Refining monk fell to the ground, wailing incessantly.
"My Storage Bag!"
When he got up, the robber had disappeared.
Chen Changming felt awe-struck in his heart.
Such a bad thing happening at such a close distance gave him a strong sense of crisis.
He quickened his pace.
Perhaps it was because he was dirty, messy, ragged, and his cultivation was low, but no one attacked him.
The young man felt as if he had just been robbed.
Having been wandering in Savage Wilderness for so long, he has already become as desolate as a beggar, his body is dirty and his hair is as messy as unkempt grass.
After some searching, he finally found Wuling Pavilion.
Wuling Pavilion is the official organization of Martial Spirit City, which specializes in renting monks' residences to external parties.
This kind of residence is protected by the Martial Spirit City guard force, and ordinary people dare not come in to cause trouble.
Chen Changming is the first to join Martial Spirit City. He has a lot of good things on him, but he doesn't want to be robbed in the city.
"Hello, I want to rent a house."
After entering Wuling Pavilion, he found that the boy at the door ignored him, so Chen Changming had no choice but to walk up and explain his purpose.
"What kind of room do you want to rent?"
The boy glanced at the beggar-like young man and asked casually.
"The cheapest single room is enough."
Chen Changming said.
There are three types of rooms Wuling Pavilion rents out. One is the cheapest single room, which is only a few square meters in area and is only used for cultivation. You need to take care of yourself for drinking and eating.
This kind of single room is the cheapest, 30 yuan a month Spirit Stone.
The second type is a large private room, with catering and daily services, and the price is 60 yuan per month Spirit Stone.
The third type is an independent courtyard, with small Giant Spirit Formation and abundant Spiritual Qi, and the price is also extremely expensive, 120 yuan per month for Spirit Stone.
"How long will the rental be?"
the boy asked.
"Three years."
Chen Changming thought for a while and said.
In three years, he should be able to break through to the sixth level of Qi Refining.
At that time, I had a little more ability to protect myself.
"I didn't expect you to be quite wealthy..."
The boy was surprised, he didn't expect that this little beggar was worth a lot of money.
Chen Changming had no expression on his face. After paying one thousand and eighty Spirit Stone, he got a Wuling Pavilion exclusive token.
Next.
The young man took him through the Wuling Pavilion, passed through a long and narrow corridor, and walked for nearly half a stick of incense before finally arriving at a large residential area.
There are rows of houses built here, all of which are small single rooms, extremely dense, like a tiled honeycomb.
Chen Changming A rough calculation shows that there are at least five to six thousand people gathered here.
People were coming and going, and people were constantly walking in and out of the small room.
On a certain street, there were actually many monks setting up stalls.
This actually made Chen Changming feel happy.
If trading can be done in this place, the security will be greatly improved.
"This place is basically full of the Qi Refining Realm monks, but Foundation Establishment monks didn't even see a single one..."
Chen Changming murmured, holding the token and walked all the way to his room.
"Little brother, are you new here?"
A middle-aged man was leaning on the bench in front of his house, saying hello in a leisurely manner.
Chen Changming nodded.
This middle-aged man's cultivation level is not very high, he is only at the fifth level of Qi refining.
"Zhao Qianshan, little brother, what do you call me?"
Zhao Qianshan asked with a smile.
"Chen Shan."
"We brothers are really destined to be together. We are both mountain lovers!"
Zhao Qianshan was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily.
Chen Changming smiled and nodded, then walked into the house.
The inside of the house is very simple.
There is only a bed, a wooden table, a stool and an earthen stove.
"This Martial Spirit City master is really good at making money..."
Chen Changming shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Just because the worst single rooms are almost full, the income this year is extremely terrible.
He took out a wooden basin, poured some water from Storage Bag, and Chen Changming simply washed himself.
After washing up.
After changing into a new set of clothes, my whole body felt refreshed.
I wanted to make a fire to cook, but suddenly I found that there was no firewood.
Chen Changming pushed the door open, looked at Zhao Qianshan, clasped his hands in fists, and asked with a smile, "Brother Zhao, is there any dry firewood for sale here?"
Zhao Qianshan's eyes lit up, he stood up suddenly and laughed, "Brother Chen, I have a lot of dry firewood here. If you want it, I can sell it to you cheaply!"
"How to sell it?"
"A piece of Spirit Stone weighs two hundred pounds."
When Chen Changming heard this, he suddenly felt pain in his body.
There was an inexhaustible supply of trees in Savage Wilderness, but he forgot to save more firewood. Unexpectedly, after entering Martial Spirit City, firewood also became a rare thing.
One piece of Spirit Stone can only buy two hundred catties.
"Please ask Brother Zhao to sell me some dry firewood..." Chen Changming said helplessly, handing over a piece of Spirit Stone with both hands.
It is impossible for him to give out Martial Spirit City now. After all, if he comes in again, he will have to pay another three Spirit Stone.
This is not worth the loss.
Fortunately, these two hundred kilograms of firewood can be used for a month.
Zhao Qianshan took Spirit Stone with regret on his face, then waved his hand, and several bundles of dry firewood flew out from Storage Bag.
Neatly stacked on the ground.
"Need water?"
Zhao Qianshan looked at Chen Changming eagerly and asked, "A piece of Spirit Stone is three hundred kilograms of clean water."
"No, thank you, Brother Zhao."
Chen Changming politely declined, he put away the firewood, turned back to the house, and started to light a fire to cook.
"A bit of dry firewood is so valuable. If I sell those Spirit Rice, wouldn't I be able to get greater profits?"
As the flames rose, Chen Changming suddenly laughed.
He doesn't have many Low-grade Spirit Rices among his Storage Bags, but most of them are top-grade Spirit Rices. If these are sold, he will not be short of Spirit Stones.
Next.
He washed the rice and cooked it. After a while, the smell of the rice came out.