Chapter 054
In Cheng Hui's opinion, the flying boat of Feidu Villa is quite similar to a public bus - except that the ticket is more expensive, there are really no major disadvantages.
Since the journey takes a long time, there are a large number of places to stay on the flying boat, ranging from low to high grades, to ensure that the needs of monks of all levels are met.
Every once in a while, the flying boat would take off and land in some larger cities, with some people getting off and some getting on.
In addition to cultivators, the Xuanheng Realm also has a large number of mortals. Those mortals form secular dynasties. Most of these dynasties are backed by sects, but they also have a certain degree of independence.
They can let the common people collect some materials needed by the monks, do business with various sects, and wealthy people with some wealth can also ride on the flying boat.
Therefore, ordinary people can occasionally be seen on the flying boat, but most of these ordinary people will hire some monks as their guards to avoid any accidents.
Feidu Villa can guarantee your safety on the flying boat, but after you get off the flying boat, it's up to you.
Cheng Hui is not the type to sit idle, not to mention that the room on this flying boat is so tiny. If he stays in it all day, he will get sick even if there is nothing wrong. He feels that if an adult feels so uncomfortable, a child like Lin Qingyang will definitely not be able to bear it, so he drags him out for a walk.
The flying boat has a large area. In addition to fixed accommodation, it even has a special market.
Here, as long as you have a boat ticket, you can get a small piece of open space to set up a stall. If the ticket you bought is of a high enough grade, you can also rent a shop at a preferential price.
There are a lot of people on the flying boat, and the journey is long. Setting up a stall can not only kill time, but also make some money. Some monks with special skills can even earn back the cost of the boat ticket by setting up a stall.
These things were introduced when buying the boat ticket. Cheng Hui paid close attention when listening, so it is not difficult for him to find the place now.
He dragged Lin Qingyang to the market town, showed his boat ticket at the door and was allowed in.
After entering, Cheng Hui was really eye-opening. He had been in this world for almost a year, but during this year, he had been dying repeatedly. Every time he could only appear around corpses, and what he could see was limited.
Later, he arrived at the Corpse Puppet Sect, just when conflicts broke out within the sect. In the first three months, he could still wander around the sect, but later he rarely even left the courtyard. So, this was the first time he saw so many people.
"What's wrong?"
Although he was a little surprised by the prosperity here, Cheng Hui did not ignore Lin Qingyang. After noticing that he showed a little discomfort, he immediately asked with concern.
"Nothing." Lin Qingyang shook his head. He didn't like crowded places. In the past, in the Blood Demon Sect, fellow disciples mostly took advantage of each other. No one knew whether today's little brother would stab you tomorrow.
With so many people around, Lin Qingyang always becomes alert unconsciously.
"Aren't you used to the crowds here?" Cheng Hui also noticed that Lin Qingyang didn't like interacting with others. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been a disciple for over a year and, aside from a few fellow apprentices from the Thirteen Peaks, had no other friends.
This is certainly due to his young age, but the fundamental reason is that he is not very enthusiastic about other people.
"It's okay, you'll get used to it eventually." Lin Qingyang said calmly with his eyes half lowered.
He said it calmly, but Cheng Hui felt inexplicably distressed. The child was less than ten years old, but he always forced himself to get used to various things.
Unfortunately, his abilities are limited right now, and it would be good for him to have more contact with outsiders. No matter how mature he appears, he's still a child after all. And hanging out with corpses all day, he's really worried that this child's mind will become abnormal... or maybe he already has..._(:з」∠)_
Cheng Hui: ...
Thinking about what those eight or nine-year-old children were doing before he traveled through time, and then looking at Lin Qingyang now... Cheng Hui found it difficult to convince himself that everything was normal.
But in this world of cultivation where danger could occur at any time, he had no way of persuading Lin Qingyang to give up everything in the Corpse Puppet Sect.
If he were to ask what his previous experiences of death had taught him, it was that in this world of cultivation, ordinary mortals were like ants in the eyes of those cultivators.
Perhaps the righteous sects are a little better in this regard, but once they are engaged in a battle, how can they care about whether there are any living people below?
Not to mention that in the cities ruled by the demons, ordinary people are worse than ants, and villages and cities are often massacred. There are countless incidents like the one where his entire family was wiped out because the demon disciples collected materials.
If you want to survive, if you want to live better, you can only practice.
Only if you are strong enough will you not become someone else's cannon fodder.
Cheng Hui has not been here for long, but everything he has encountered tells him this fact.
Therefore, even though Lin Qingyang did not behave like a normal child, he could not ask him to give up everything and live like an ordinary person.
After all, if you lose your life, then everything is over.
Although it's a little abnormal now, at least he can still try his best to comfort her.
"Huihui?" Lin Qingyang saw Cheng Hui in a daze and couldn't help but pull his sleeve.
"It's okay." Cheng Hui shook his head and took Lin Qingyang's hand.
There are too many people here, and Lin Qingyang is too handsome. He is worried that some bad guys will take a fancy to him and kidnap him.
Suddenly Cheng Hui grabbed his hand, and Lin Qingyang's heart began to beat violently.
He carefully observed Cheng Hui's expression and found that he looked calm, which made him feel a little depressed.
Obviously, Cheng Hui didn't think much when he grabbed him, he was just afraid that he would get lost.
Never mind, it's progress after all.
Lin Qingyang comforted himself in his heart and silently clenched his hands.
The two walked on the street for a while. There were not many shops on both sides of the street. Obviously, there were only a few people willing to spend money to rent shops. The only ones that were there should be opened by Feidu Villa, and there were flags of Feidu Villa hanging at the doors.
Cheng Hui had no money in his pocket, so he could only watch the fun, watching those monks picking and choosing at the stalls and bargaining with the stall owners. Apart from the different items they were buying and selling, there was not much difference between them and ordinary people.
Lin Qingyang noticed Cheng Hui's curious look and squeezed his hand: "What do you like? I'll buy it for you."
Cheng Hui: ???
He was a little amused. Why did it sound like he was being kept? When a sponsor took his mistress shopping, wasn't it all about buying things?
He knew that Lin Qingyang was rich, so Wuyouzi stuffed a lot of things into Lin Qingyang's pockets before he left. Fearing that he couldn't fit them all, he even bought him a storage ring.
Although the area is not large, it is quite rare. You know, ordinary disciples carry palm-sized Qiankun bags, and even the worst storage rings can accommodate space several times that of a Qiankun bag.
"Those spirit stones were given to you by your master for cultivation. Don't use them carelessly. I'm just taking a look at them. I don't want anything for them." He instructed softly.
Lin Qingyang nodded, not knowing whether he had understood or not. However, he believed that he must have a plan in mind and would not act rashly.
As he wished, Lin Qingyang did not touch the spirit stones given by his master, but apart from those spirit stones, he was not empty-handed.
"Follow me." He pulled Cheng Hui to a shop. As soon as they entered, they were greeted by a young waiter, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a cultivation level of the third level of Qi Refining. He smiled before he spoke: "What does this customer need? We sell all kinds of goods here."
"Do you buy materials here?"
"Yes. We have a specialist here who can assess the price of the materials for you. We guarantee fair treatment."
"Yeah." Lin Qingyang nodded.
The waiter led Lin Qingyang to a small compartment and then left in a hurry.
Not long after, an old man in a black robe was brought in. The old man was in good spirits and had a ruddy face. He looked at Lin Qingyang and asked, "Is this the guest who wants to sell it?"
"Yes." Lin Qingyang took out a Qiankun bag and handed it over.
The old man took the Qiankun bag and took out the things inside one by one.
The waiter took advantage of this time to pour two cups of tea and placed them in front of the two people.
Looking at the tea, Lin Qingyang looked worried.
The waiter was a little confused and looked at him blankly.
The old man was originally evaluating those things. Seeing this, he quickly found the problem and said in a deep voice: "What's going on? Can't you see there is a guest here? Hurry up and serve tea!"
"Ah? I'm so sorry, it was my mistake." The waiter finally reacted, his face turned pale, and he quickly poured another cup of tea.
"Please don't blame me, fellow Taoist. This child has little knowledge." The old man in black robe apologized.
"Yeah." Lin Qingyang lowered his eyes slightly.
Only then did Cheng Hui realize that Lin Qingyang was unhappy because the waiter did not pour him tea.
He didn't feel angry. After all, he looked like a corpse at first glance. Feidu Villa didn't mind the evil or the righteous path, and the sect that controlled corpses was not limited to the Corpse Puppet Sect. People like him were obviously just tools, so the waiter didn't speak to Cheng Hui from beginning to end.
Who would bother talking to a tool?
The waiter's thoughts were normal, but he still lacked some experience and knowledge. On the other hand, the old man could tell at a glance that Lin Qingyang was a disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect. Not long ago, the Corpse Puppet Sect had split, and the puppet faction had directly rebelled. Anyone who could be here at this time was either a neutral faction or a member of the Xuanshi Sect.
The entire Xuanheng Realm knew about the Xuanshi Sect's attitude towards its own natal Xuanshi, so he saw Lin Qingyang's displeasure at a glance and realized that the waiter's behavior was inappropriate.
Although Lin Qingyang was unhappy that Cheng Hui was ignored, he didn't want to make things difficult for a waiter. He waved his hand casually, and the waiter left with a sense of relief.
Cheng Hui was very curious about what was inside, so he leaned over to take a look. After seeing it, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
These magical weapon materials were all Lin Qingyang's spoils of war. In just one year, two unlucky guys from the Corpse Puppet Sect died at the hands of Lin Qingyang. Although they were all members of the Puppet Sect, this news would be shocking enough if heard by others. After all... Lin Qingyang was less than ten years old!
Even though the deaths of these two people were due to underestimating the enemy, this record is still absolutely amazing.
Now that the Puppet Faction has rebelled, there is no problem if Lin Qingyang sells it near the sect, but it would not sound good if it were made public, so he simply took it to the flying boat to sell it. There would be a large number of people coming and going on this flying boat every once in a while, and after it changed hands a few times, there would be no trace of it, and it would be impossible to find out even if you wanted to.
The old man in black robe gave a very fair price. Feidu Villa is indeed very reputable in doing business.
Lin Qingyang didn't bargain with him and directly accepted his guaranteed price. After receiving the spirit stone, he was about to leave when he heard the old man say, "Daoyou, we happen to have a portion of the blood of a thousand-year-old zombie here. I wonder if you are interested?"
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