Chapter 265
"What?" The military commander looked at him warily: "Selling goods...
After completing the transaction, the military leader was about to leave but was stopped by Cheng Hui.
"What for?" The military leader looked at him warily: "Once the goods are sold, no returns are accepted."
Cheng Hui smiled and waved his hand to indicate he didn't mean that. "Hey, big brother, we're new here too, and we have something we'd like to ask you."
The monarch had gained a great advantage in this deal and felt a little embarrassed. However, when he heard that the other party was not going to break the contract but just wanted to inquire about something, he felt relieved.
"Okay, go ahead and ask. I've been around here for years, Old Yu. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."
Cheng Hui was very tactful and brought another pot of wine. Old Yu behaved in a similar way to Old Brother Wu before, but he was more cautious. He only opened the bottle cap a little bit. As soon as he smelled it, he knew that it was a top-grade wine. His attitude towards Cheng Hui immediately became more polite.
Cheng Hui didn't inquire about any secret information. It was similar to what Brother Wu said before, so it could be considered a verification.
In addition, he also inquired about those special items.
The military leader known as Lao Yu did not hide it. After all, this thing was not a secret. It was just that people did not discuss it much in normal times. It was only taken out for sale when these cultivators held trade fairs.
Cheng Hui dug out quite a few things from Old Yu. Old Yu was indeed a regular at the trade fair, coming almost every year. The goods he traded were always these special items.
He seems to have special channels to collect these things. No one else has as many as he does.
Cheng Hui didn't ask for any more details. He knew that the other person's ability to eat was something he wouldn't be able to tell even if he asked.
After bidding farewell to Old Yu, Cheng Hui and Lin Qingyang walked around the square a few times in a relaxed manner.
Apart from those small objects with special vibrations, none of the other talismans and elixirs were of any interest to them.
The trade fair lasted for three days, and the intelligence materials about the demons that Cheng Hui and his friends wanted would not appear until the last day, so they decided to find a place to stay first.
There was no hotel in the monastic town, so Cheng Hui had to take Lin Qingyang out of the hotel and find a quiet woodland.
He dug a hole in the ground, buried a small cube in it, and then lit a piece of talisman paper.
The talisman paper turned into a wisp of green smoke and quickly drilled into the ground. Soon, the ground began to vibrate slightly, and then it became quiet again.
The small hole he had dug had turned into a door that could be opened. Cheng Hui set up several defensive formations around the door before opening it and crawling in.
There was a long staircase under the door. The staircase extended less than ten meters and the space suddenly opened up, revealing a fairly spacious hall.
There are two wooden doors on the wall on one side of the hall, which lead to the kitchen and the bathroom respectively. There are two windows "painted" on the other wall, which show the scene inside the woods.
This room, which looks like a villa inside, is the magic weapon that Uncle Gui helped them refine.
The previous magic weapon had been destroyed in the underground crack. It had contained so many corpses. Neither Cheng Hui nor Lin Qingyang planned to continue using it.
Uncle Gui simply refined another one for the two of them, and after communicating with Cheng Hui, he refined it into a layout that resembled a villa.
Since this villa has no special defensive functions, it consumes very little spiritual energy. As long as a spiritual stone is placed in the center of the formation, it can be used for a long time.
The talisman paper just now was only used to activate the magic circle in the house. Otherwise, without using spiritual power, Cheng Hui would not be able to create such a big house.
"Huh... so comfortable..." Cheng Hui sat down on the sofa, almost sinking into it.
He really loved this feeling. After living in a tent for more than a year, he really missed the feeling of a bed.
Lin Qingyang sat down beside him, relaxed his body, and leaned softly against him.
"If Ah Hui likes it, at worst we can move this sofa into the tent."
"Forget it..." Cheng Hui stretched and waved his hand to refuse.
He is now the local native 'Cheng Ziyun'. Being in the Blood Battle City, it is better for him to be more restrained.
This sofa is comfortable, but the spiritual energy on it is too obvious. People work hard to accumulate military merits to buy life-saving talismans or longevity pills, but you use them to buy a sofa?
Are you afraid that others won’t know your identity?
He had previously asked Instructor Chen's friends about some things about cultivators in a roundabout way. As long as it did not involve any confidential information, these people were happy to share it with him, their younger brother.
There is indeed a bad relationship between the cultivators and the local natives, and the main reason for this bad relationship is that the two sides have different purposes in fighting against the demons.
Needless to say, the local indigenous people just want to kill all the demons, and then find a way to fill the space crack and end this war that has lasted for thousands of years.
However, the cultivators have some different opinions.
They are very curious about the origin of these demons, and have been trying to study what is behind the space crack.
Some people think that the outside world is endless void, and these demons crossed the void to come to this world, and then multiplied and invaded.
But some others suspect that there is actually another world behind this gap, a world ruled by the devil. If there is a chance to enter the world where the devil is, the benefits generated by developing a new world will be enough to drive anyone crazy.
Those who have this idea are not only cultivators, but also some locals. These people often reach the pinnacle of martial arts and try to go further, but they find that the upper limit of this world has been locked. Unless they escape from this world, they can only live for a hundred or so years like land immortals, and no more than two hundred years at most.
Two hundred years of lifespan is a lot for ordinary people, but it is not enough for those masters. Especially after they have seen the long lifespan of cultivators, their hearts are completely unbalanced.
Those who can reach the pinnacle of this world are all stunningly brilliant. How can they be willing to watch those who are not as good as themselves enjoy immortality while they can only grow old?
Driven by this unwillingness, some people joined forces with some cultivators to put pressure on local forces, trying to make them switch from defense to offense, and preferably directly invade the world of the demons.
But the conservatives in the local forces do not support their views. They think that it is good enough to hold the defense now. If they want to attack, have they considered what to do after the situation is ripe?
Once the Blood Battle City is lost and the demons rush into the entire continent, how can they capture those demons in such a vast land?
Think about the half-demon armies in the wilderness. That was only in the wilderness, and the only victims were some countries around the wilderness. But if the entire continent was filled with half-demon armies, would humans still have a way to survive?
In short, conservatives and radicals have been arguing about this for many years, which has led to the relationship between local forces and cultivators being very difficult.
In fact, not all cultivators are radicals. It's just that the entrance to the Forbidden Demon Battlefield is controlled by the major sects, and the newcomers generally have no say, so those who come in are automatically assigned to the radical side. Only some independent cultivators and disciples of small sects have the opportunity to establish good relations with local forces.
——Focus on physical cultivation.
Cheng Hui had no idea about either faction. He felt that he came here just to train and gain some military merits. What did conservatism or radicalism have to do with him?
However, as an outsider, he looked down upon what the cultivators did.
Want to explore the Demon World? Sure, go on your own!
Why do you want to use those local soldiers as cannon fodder to explore the way for you?
Aren't the lives of cannon fodder worth anything? Oh, yes, in the eyes of those cultivators, ordinary people are probably no more than ants. That's why they never think their demands are excessive.
Looking at the local strength, anyone with a sound mind would never agree to the other party's request.
Counterattack on the Demonic World...it sounds good, but it's just a pie in the sky.
Is it so easy to enter other worlds?
Do you know what the world on the other side is like? Do you know if there is air suitable for ordinary people to breathe there?
Do you know... is there really a world over there?
You don’t know anything, what the hell are you talking about?
Let yourselves explore the path! As long as you can defeat those demons and pass through the rift into their world, we are willing to applaud and cheer for you!
Emmm... That's what Zhou Tian cursed when he was drunk. It can be heard that he has been resentful towards cultivators for a long time.
Cheng Hui also cursed a few times at that time, without noticing the surprised look of Lin Qingyang beside him.
Until Zhou Tian drank too much and fell asleep. On the way back to the tent with Lin Qingyang, Lin Qingyang asked him, "Don't you think he is scolding you? You are also a cultivator."
Cheng Hui pouted. "It has nothing to do with whether one is a cultivator or not. It has to do with one's character. As for the bad ideas those people came up with, it's good enough that Brother Zhou just cursed them. If it were me, I would rush to their door and spit in their faces. And then ask them: Do you have any shame?"
Lin Qingyang listened to his words and showed a thoughtful expression. After that, his attitude towards ordinary people changed slightly. This frightened his scumbag army, who thought he was possessed by something. They kept testing him every few days, which made Lin Qingyang very irritable. He soon returned to his previous cold attitude.
The scumbags finally settled down again.
Lin Qingyang: ...They are all so cheap!
After entering the underground villa, Cheng Hui completely let himself go. He had been tense for a whole year, ready to start a bloody battle at any time. Even though he was very good at regulating his emotions, he still accumulated a lot of pressure.
Normally, he relieved stress by making jokes and teasing Lin Qingyang, but the former had limited stress-relieving effects, and the latter... the pressure of fighting was gone, but the pressure of abstinence came up.
Neither Cheng Hui nor Lin Qingyang intended for their first time to happen in such a simple tent. Even though they were both very uncomfortable teasing each other, they still stuck to their bottom line.
Now that they had entered the villa, there was no one else watching them, and Cheng Hui had a beautiful woman in his arms. After a while, he couldn't help but hug her tightly and kiss her.
The warm body in his arms that didn't resist at all made Cheng Hui feel a little dizzy. If he hadn't remembered at the critical moment that they were not married yet, he would have almost overwhelmed the person.
Looking at Cheng Hui standing aside and breathing steadily, a dark light flashed in Lin Qingyang's eyes.
Tsk, it’s just a little bit short. If Cheng Hui takes one more step, he can turn around and eat the person completely.
Unfortunately... Ah Hui was too obedient to the rules, which made Lin Qingyang feel embarrassed to break them. For this, he was about to feel resentful...
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