The next morning, the weather was sunny and there was a gentle breeze.
Fengshan Market officially opens.
This time was different from the last time. There were no more belated cultivators descending from the clouds. The local cultivators came to Fengshan early and rested in the houses built outside the valley of the market town.
This place is like a small town, with food and tea available. It is run by folks from Fengshan Street, and it provides them with a new job besides mining.
This was something Lao Jiang specifically instructed the fourth brother to do. After all, Kunlunfang originated from Fengshan Street, and they must not forget their roots. In addition to building this small town to make money for the folks, Kunlunfang also built a sanatorium in the elegant scenery of Fengshan.
This is a benefit for internal employees to go out for an outing and have fun.
In short, when the market valley was opened , there was already a large group of monks waiting outside the valley. Some of those with lower realms were still whispering. Among the crowd, there were those who had been to the market last time and were explaining the experiences and rules to the newcomers.
Several famous local small sects and independent practitioners were in the front of the crowd. Some of them did not come last time, but they were all present this time.
It’s not just because Fengshan Market has become famous.
Moreover, Kunlun Square had previously joined forces with Mo Shuang Mountain and Sanque Mountain to destroy the evil cultivators in Yunhuo Cave, showing off their strength to the local cultivators. Although the evil cultivators were hateful and deserved to die, some rumors had leaked out.
It is said that the person behind Fengshan Market and Kunlun Square is a very petty cultivator. The reason why he wants to attack Yunhuo Cave is because they sent an invitation to Yunhuo Cave last time.
But Taoist Yunhuo relied on his status and acted like a big shot and did not come, which ended up offending that person and led to the disaster of destroying his entire family.
Although rumors cannot be fully trusted.
However, the tragic ending of Yunhuo Cave still sounded a wake-up call to the local monks, so when the second market opened, everyone who could come came to show their support.
If someone really couldn't come due to something, they would send their disciples over.
The three or four hundred people in front of us now are almost all the practitioners in Fengming Country. The quality is really appalling. There are few in the True Existence Realm and few in the Qi Training Realm. Most of them are young practitioners who have not even reached the Qi Training Realm.
In addition to the crowd, there are some people coming from other places.
A dozen monks came from Wuling State, wearing Taoist robes that were not very similar to those worn by locals. They looked like they were from a small sect. There were also Southern Wilderness wizards wearing furs and with messy paintings on their faces.
There were more of them, and they brought along disciples who had just started practicing, speaking something in their native dialect.
"Using the illusion as the entrance, it's quite a grand scene."
A Southern Wasteland wizard was leaning on a bone staff, looking up and down at the clouds and mist filling the valley in front of him. He said to an old woman beside him:
"According to the Great Wizard Wuhe, this market is organized by the Mo Shuang Mountain. There are many good things there. Even if you don't buy anything, it's good to make a good relationship with them. However, I heard that his disciple Wuhe seems to have entered the inner sect of the Mo Shuang Mountain?"
"Um."
The old witch with a hunched back, wrinkled face and red paint on her face nodded and said:
“Long Xin Qianduo is the youngest son of the Long Xin family. He is not valued by the clan and was almost murdered. You know that Wuhe is a soft-hearted person.
It is said that he left behind the good karma he had made during his travels, and asked the outer sect elders of Mo Shuang Mountain to send his disciples to the immortal mountain. I am afraid he also wanted to avoid disaster."
The old woman shook her head, sighed and said:
"The Longxin clan is feared by the Great Wild Forest. There are thirteen great witches in the clan and tens of thousands of strong warriors. Unfortunately, Longxin Maha is a man who is not good at making decisions. He relies on the grace left by his ancestors to act aggressively, but he can't even suppress the internal fighting among his own children.
How many jokes have been caused by the troubles in his family?
The son committed adultery with the daughter, several girls lived a dissolute life, and kept male lovers. If this happened in other clans, the evil deeds would be punished by being sacrificed to the gods, but it was suppressed by Long Xinmaha.
Tsk tsk, such behavior has already alienated people. In my opinion, even with the protection of Changshan God, the decline of Long Xin clan will probably be in the next generation. "
"That's not our small tribe's turn to worry about."
The wizard who spoke first sighed, looked at the mist-shrouded valley with envy, and said:
“The Long Xin clan has fallen, and there are other hungry wolves eating them. It is extremely difficult for us to protect our own people in the chaos. In our Southern Wilderness, there is no rule that cultivators cannot interfere in the mortal world.
What’s more, this is the internal affairs of the tribe, and the Immortal Alliance cannot interfere. I’m afraid that when the time comes, we will have to go to Yandang Pond and ask for protection from the monsters. Alas, if we can also get the protection of the two great gods Changshan or Jingmo…”
"Buzz"
Before the wizard could finish his words, the clouds covering the valley before him began to roll like wind, revealing a passage. The illusion created by the mirage beads dissipated in an instant.
The clouds were constantly outlined and transformed into auspicious beasts dancing in the air. Colorful clouds descended, and in the colorful light, the figure of the fourth brother also appeared at the entrance of the valley.
The Kunlun Shop's head shopkeeper, who had gained some weight but was still very thin, bowed cheerfully to all around him, and with a gentle smile typical of a businessman, he said loudly:
"My Fengshan Market is now open. We welcome all the immortals to come and support us. Come with me. All kinds of rare and precious things have been put on display, waiting for you to take a look."
As he spoke, the fourth brother clapped his hands, and elegantly dressed maids from Kunlun Square came out from the clouds, holding jade cards in their hands and leading the way.
These women are all decent prostitutes.
They are all the beloved men under Ruyue's mother. Now the courtyard where Ruyue was born is part of Kunlunfang, so there is no need to borrow singers and dancers from Governor Hong to support the business anymore.
As soon as they entered the valley, the monks were immediately stunned. The main buildings in the valley had been completed. There was no need to use mirage beads to create illusions. These houses were built extremely elegantly.
It is divided into five or six parts, all designed into modern flower and bird garden shapes, with the help of pomegranates, mountain springs brought in to make waterfalls, and real small lakes and streams connected to them.
Pavilions and towers are hidden among the blooming flowers, and various ornamental trees have also been transplanted appropriately.
Although it did not have the futuristic feel of the previous fantasy bird's nest, this kind of Oriental-style garden landscape was in line with the tastes of this group of monks and made them praise it highly.
"Oh, the City God's ghost soldiers are here too?"
Those who were sharp-eyed immediately discovered that in front of the main hall of the market, there was a row of mighty ghost soldiers standing guard, holding magical swords and spears in their hands, and each of them was intimidating without even showing anger.
Ordinary ghost soldiers cannot move freely in the sunlight, but these ghost soldiers have obvious traces of incense and vows on their bodies. There is no need to say where they come from.
"Our local City God Cui heard that the market had been built, so he wanted to do what he could for the local monks, so he sent ghost soldiers to maintain it this time."
The fourth one who was leading the way in front of him explained to the monks behind him with a smile:
"There is also the local Huai'an Lord, who has used the magic of the land to build temporary relocation sites to various places in the valley, so that you can take the good things and leave with peace of mind."
"good!"
These words immediately attracted the praise of a group of monks.
Everyone knows that the most important thing after buying good things in the market is to avoid being targeted by those with ulterior motives. Although the East is safer, as long as you are not discovered, who will know about killing people for treasures?
"Everyone, please don't bring bad intentions when you come here."
As soon as the fourth brother finished speaking, a voice came from the main hall. Shan Qiuming, a body-cultivating cultivator wearing only a simple robe and without any magical weapons on his body, strode out and stood on the steps.
He also shouted rudely:
"If you have any evil intentions, if you have any intentions to kill people or steal treasures, I will not forgive you today!"
This physical cultivator at the realm of truth did not restrain his aura; this time he was just playing the role of a security guard in the market. When he said these few words, there was a commotion among the crowd.
"Haha, don't be afraid, everyone. Fellow Daoist Shan speaks frankly. I'd like to apologize on his behalf."
Another two people, Ma Tishu from the Three Birds and Wang Liufu, an outer sect elder from the Mo Shuang Mountain, came together. Holding whisks, they walked to the steps and bowed to welcome the monks below.
The appearance of three true cultivators in succession was considered to be an absolutely powerful force in the local area, and made the cultivators more and more curious about the background of Fengshan Market.
"These six courtyards sell different valuables. Fellow Taoists, please listen to my explanation."
Wang Liufu waved his whisk, and his voice spread among the crowd. He said loudly:
"Spirit stones are purchased at Kunlun Court No. 1, elixirs and medicines are purchased at Sanque Court No. 2, Moshuang Court No. 3 specializes in the sale of magic tools, and Shenwu Court No. 4 sells various martial arts techniques, as well as the spiritual spears that have been very popular recently.
Secret Treasure House No. 5 is a new product in this market. The quantity is small, so it is only on display.
No. 6 Duobaoyuan is the location of the auction which starts at the hour of Xu every day.
I would like to explain to all fellow Taoists here that everyone can enter and exit the first three courtyards at will, but only cultivators in the Qi training stage are allowed to enter the fourth courtyard, the Shenwu Courtyard.
Number 5 and 6 must be official members of the Fengshan Association to enter and watch. These rules are common in famous markets in the East, so please don't be surprised."
After Wang Liufu finished speaking, there was a response from the crowd.
Everyone knows the rules of the market.
Real good things must not be traded in broad daylight. This is not only to gain a reputation in the market, but also to protect the safety of the monks.
“And here is the main hall.”
Lao Wang waved his whisk with a smile and said:
"A market is a place for trading, so there are buyers and sellers. If you fellow Taoists have valuables and want to trade, you can find a stall in the main hall. This place is big enough and there are no taboos.
If you are unsure of the value of the treasures in your hands, we have treasure appraisers from Fengshan Market and Mo Shuangshan to help you. It is absolutely fair. However, every stall has to pay 1% of the transaction fee regardless of whether the business is successful or not.
If everyone has no more doubts, they can go on their own.
If there is a need, you can ask for help from the nearby Kunlunfang waiters. Behind the main hall, there is a rest area and temporary house for everyone to rest and communicate.
I won't say any more. We are all here to buy things. I hope everyone can find what they like."
——
"Old Wang said he found an appraiser for me. I was curious about which senior brother or sister was willing to condescend to come here. But I didn't expect that he invited you!"
Behind the market, beside a large circular lake, Jiang Xia leaned against the edge of a stone arch bridge, looking at a young man in a moon-white robe walking slowly towards him.
When the two of them looked at each other, sparks suddenly flew in the air.
"Why? Junior Brother Jiang, others can come to this market, but I ca n't?"
Chu Qiao, who was extremely handsome and had an extraordinary temperament, said to Jiang Xia in a calm tone:
"Besides, this time I came to the market to appraise treasures for the sake of the reputation of my Mo Shuang Mountain. This Fengshan Market is a sect..."
"Okay, no need to explain."
Old Jiang waved his hand and said to Chu Qiao in a gentle tone:
"I'm just surprised. I don't mean to chase you away. Thank you for reminding me last time, which enabled me to detect the evil cultivators. You are really an interesting person.
But don’t think that you helped, Sect Master, I will show mercy when I beat you…”
“No need.”
Chu Qiao waved her sleeves, put her hands behind her back, and walked past Jiang Xia like a young master. He also said in a gentle tone:
“When the time comes, Junior Brother Jiang must show his strength and fight me. No matter who wins or loses, Junior Brother Ruyi’s matter will be over.
After that, I will discuss the art of making weapons with Junior Brother Jiang."
"You are so honest, aren't you tired of living?"
Old Jiang tilted his head, a sly smile flashed in his eyes, and said to Chu Qiao:
"Besides, speaking of seniority... Hey, don't leave, I haven't finished what I want to say, Junior Brother Chu!"
Chu Qiao probably guessed what the bad guy Jiang Xia was going to do, so she immediately quickened her pace. Her feet seemed to be stepping on clouds and mist, and she disappeared in a flash, leaving Jiang Xia with a look of regret.
I haven't heard this guy call me uncle-master yet.
"Hey, who is that person?"
On the second floor of the market hall, Baroness Helya, who was eating a candied haws with great relish, patted Ruyue's arm, who was adjusting the sound of the zither beside her, and whispered with shining eyes, as if she had discovered a new world:
"That boy is so handsome!"
Kisaragi turned her head, shook her head, and said to the baroness:
"That man is Chu Qiao, a genius from Mo Shuang Mountain, a cultivator at the Cun Zhen realm. His strength is unknown, but he is definitely not weak. Don't pay too much attention to him. He is now an enemy of the boss."
"So, he is also your enemy."