The next day, everyone left Shihu Village and returned to Cangbo City.
Zhu Changyang and Jun Shu then left through the teleportation array and headed for the Gupeng Secret Realm.
Shen Zha was reluctant to leave Zhu Changyang, but he and Ming Rusu had to return to Zhan Cang Sect to report, so he had no choice but to say goodbye.
Although the Gu Peng Secret Realm was left by Senior Kunlun, its entrance is not within the jurisdiction of Kunlun Sect, but outside a deserted city a hundred miles away from Gongyu City. It is said that this is the place where Master Gu Peng grew up before he became a disciple of Kunlun.
Zhu Changyang and Jun Shu first arrived at Gongyu City through the teleportation array, and then flew to the deserted city on their swords.
The secret realm has not yet been opened, but the outside of the deserted city has been filled with sword cultivators who have come from various regions and continents, at least a thousand of them.
Zhu Changyang looked at the huge crowd of people and couldn't help but feel emotional. This is the appeal of a top academy!
There were also vendors on the roadside who heard the news and set up a few simple sheds, put out tables, chairs and tea, for people to rest and do small business at the same time.
"Come on, come on, take a look. This is a genuine Mishan Sect-made lightning-inducing talisman. If it's fake, I'll compensate you tenfold. No cheating, no crime!"
"The same black iron sword as the Jijin Sect. It does not rust when in contact with water and can cut through mud like mud. Now one sword only costs one hundred low-grade spirit stones. Buy five and get one free. Don't miss it if you pass by."
"I have a top-grade sword that was forged by a disciple from the Yongri Heavenly Sect. The quality is guaranteed. If it breaks within ten years, I will replace it!"
"The secret realm is risky, so be careful when entering. Take this Bodhi seed from the Saha Wonderland with you to calm your mind and keep you safe on your journey!"
The shouts came one after another.
Zhu Changyang had been traveling for most of the day and was already thirsty, so he pulled Jun Shu into a shed to rest first.
There were four small square tables in the shed, three of which were already full of people, but the remaining one was deserted with only one man sitting there.
The man looked quite tall, wearing a black suit and a bamboo hat with a black veil on his head. The black veil hung below his lips, covering his face and leaving only a sharp chin.
He didn't communicate with anyone, just ate a plate of beef in silence, looking very mysterious and special.
The main reason was that eating beef was a very special act. If it was in the martial arts world, it wouldn't be a big deal, but this was the world of cultivation. People here didn't usually eat much, let alone when they were nervously preparing to enter the secret realm.
Zhu Changyang felt it was quite familiar; this was the human being he was familiar with!
He didn't think much about it, and invited Jun Shu to sit down with him. He also politely gestured to the man in black: "Brother, let's share a table."
The man in black paused with his hand holding the beef, as if he was a little surprised. After a while, he nodded slightly: "Yeah."
As soon as Jun Shu sat down, he looked at Zhu Changyang and said, "I want to eat cake."
Zhu Changyang's mouth twitched: "... Eat, eat, eat."
In fact, he himself was not keen on high-sugar and high-calorie foods like cakes. He was just in a spur of the moment mood that day. In addition, he had been in the other world for a long time and missed the familiar junk food. However, he satisfied his craving after eating it once.
Unexpectedly, Jun Shu became obsessed with this and got a bag of eggs from somewhere and took them with him.
Just before setting off, he took the initiative to beat the meringue and asked Zhu Changyang to bake it in the rice cooker.
Zhu Changyang was moved at that time. Jun Shu was so lazy at ordinary times. If Zhu Changyang didn't take him out, he could stay in the room for a whole day without moving.
Now, in order to eat a cake, I can actually take the initiative to work.
Junk food is really attractive to primary school students!
Zhu Changyang wiped his face, took out the rice cooker and put it on the table. The indicator light on the lid didn't come on yet, so Jun Shu had no choice but to watch.
Many people around couldn't help but look at it. They didn't know that this was the recently famous "electric rice cooker". They just thought that this thing looked weird and they had never seen it before, so they were a little curious.
Zhu Changyang ignored the gazes of others and reached out to take the cup on the table, then went to pick up the kettle next to the man in black.
Just as he was taking the kettle, the man in black suddenly turned his head towards him.
Zhu Changyang didn't care. He couldn't wait to pour a cup of tea and drank it in one gulp. Then he said, "Huh?" "This tea tastes good."
The tea used in these makeshift roadside stalls is usually not very good, but this pot of tea tastes sweet and refreshing. Not only is the water quality good, but the tea leaves are also top-notch, with a faint special aroma.
Zhu Changyang wanted to pour another cup, but then the stall owner came over with a large copper kettle with a long spout and said, "Sir, would you like some tea? One cup only costs five low-grade spirit stones."
Zhu Changyang held his outstretched hand in mid-air, and slowly turned to look at the stall owner: "Does tea need to be purchased separately? What is this pot on the table..."
The stall owner followed his gesture and said, "Oh, this is what this guest brought himself. You can bring your own water if you want. Just pay two lower-grade spirit stones as a seat fee."
Zhu Changyang silently took out four low-grade spirit stones and handed them over.
"Okay." The stall owner took the spirit stone and walked away with the copper pot.
Zhu Changyang looked at the man in black again, laughed dryly and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, I thought this was free tea."
It was something he had taken for granted, as most hotels would provide tea. He did not think about it carefully at the moment, as these temporary stalls outside scenic areas make their money from the tea, so how could they provide such a good thing for free
The man in black remained in the same posture and said, "It's okay."
The tone of voice was flat and no emotion could be heard, and through the black veil, it was also impossible to see what the expression was.
Zhu Changyang was still a little embarrassed, at this moment the rice cooker made a soft "click" sound and the indicator light jumped to the keep warm mode.
"Okay." Jun Shu's eyes lit up immediately and he reached out and pressed the open button.
The sweet and rich aroma of egg and milk wafts in the air. This smell is very noticeable even in modern society. In front of those who have been fasting for years, it is so overbearing that it is almost tangible.
In an instant, all eyes in the shed turned over, and even the cool man in black at the same table couldn't help but raise his head.
Jun Shu was always selfish and ignored all this. He just urged Zhu Changyang: "Cut it quickly. Cut it into bigger pieces for me."
"Shen Zha is not here, no one will snatch it from you." Zhu Changyang was speechless, then stretched out his hand, "Give me your sword."
Jun Shu was puzzled: "What?"
Zhu Changyang: "Cut the cake, or do you have another knife?"
Previously in Shihu Village, I borrowed a knife from someone’s kitchen to cut the cake. I can’t just take someone else’s knife away.
Jun Shu: “…”
After a moment, he finally took out the rusty sword.
Forget it. Anyway, this sword has been used as a car head and a skateboard. If it is used as a cake cutter, the damage will not be greater.
As it turns out, it does.
Zhu Changyang was actually dissatisfied, "This sword looks weird... Well, it's not easy to cut vegetables. I'll help you remove the rust when I have time."
"Swords are not meant for cutting vegetables." Jun Shu looked at him dimly, "... and that's not rust, it can't be removed."
"Isn't it?" Zhu Changyang felt that it was rust no matter how he looked at it, but it did feel different to the touch and was not rough.
I couldn’t tell what it was exactly.
And he didn't know if it was an illusion, but the "rust" on the sword seemed to be less than when he first saw it.
What is certain is that the "rust" on it will not fall off, which is good, as it will not affect food hygiene.
Zhu Changyang was very satisfied. He wiped the sword casually, then held the hilt with both hands like a machete, avoiding the rusty areas, and began to cut the cake.
When the cake came out of the pan, it attracted a lot of attention. When they saw him cutting the cake, they couldn't help but twitch their foreheads.
Most of the people who came to Gupeng Secret Realm this time were sword practitioners, and the sword was their natal magic weapon and combat weapon.
I never expected that someone would use a sword as a kitchen knife!
Where is morality! Where is the bottom line!
Why does that thing called "cake" smell so good!
Zhu Changyang had no idea how much of an impact his actions had on the spiritual beliefs of the sword practitioners around him. After he cut the cake, he returned the sword to Jun Shu.
Jun Shu had already picked up a piece of cake and was eating it. He was too lazy to free his hands to pick up the sword. With a thought, the rusty sword flew into the air and automatically flew back into his mustard seed bag.
Zhu Changyang: “…”
Where is your cool and picky side
After complaining inwardly for a while, Zhu Changyang picked up a piece of cake. Just as he was about to eat it, his eyes caught sight of the man in black next to him and he couldn't help but think of the misunderstanding just now.
Zhu Changyang was still a little embarrassed. After thinking for a while, he handed the cake in his hand over and said, "Brother, this is a cake I made myself. If you don't mind, you can try it. Just as a thank you for the tea."
If it were someone else, he would be too embarrassed to give cake to others, because who knows whether the other person would eat it.
But there is beef in front of this guy, so I guess he is not fasting.
The man in black lowered his head slightly, probably looking at the cake. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out to take it, still without saying a word.
Zhu Changyang didn't care and took another piece of cake to eat.
The man in black looked at him, then looked at Jun Shu who was sucked in by the storm, and finally made up his mind. He broke off a small piece of the cake and put it into his mouth.
After a moment, he took out a wooden food box from the mustard bag and put the broken piece of cake into the food box.
Zhu Changyang was puzzled and asked, "Brother, what are you doing? Do you think it tastes bad?"
"No, it's delicious and special." The man in black paused, "So I want to save it for a friend. He likes this kind of sweet things very much."
"Is that so?" Zhu Changyang sweated a little, and couldn't help but sigh, "You are so good to your friends."
As he spoke, he glanced at the side and said sadly, "Unlike my friend, who only urges me to cook for him."
Jun Shu raised his head slowly and asked suspiciously, "Is the friend you are talking about me?"
"How could that be?" Zhu Changyang patted his shoulder with an innocent look on his face. "Are you that kind of person in your heart?"
Jun Shu: “…”
I always feel like I’ve been tricked by Zhu Changyang!
Zhu Changyang calmly took two more pieces of cake and handed them to the man in black, saying with a smile: "This is not a valuable thing, just take two more pieces, no need to keep them for the sake of saving them."
The man in black hesitated for a moment before accepting it. He nodded to Zhu Changyang, and his tone was much gentler than before: "Thank you."
“You’re welcome.” Zhu Changyang smiled.
Just as he finished speaking, a piece of cake suddenly came to his mouth. Zhu Changyang was startled and turned around to look at someone: "What are you doing?"
Jun Shu raised his eyebrows: "Invite my friend to eat cake."
He snorted coldly, looking unconvinced, "I'm also very nice to my friends!"
Zhu Changyang: “… … … …”
But could you please stop comparing yourself with others for no apparent reason
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[? ? ? ? ? What is Jun Shu doing!]
[It appears, one of the top 10 most annoying behaviors of couples - feeding in public! ]
[Did I miss some plot? Why did it suddenly progress to feeding? ? ? ]
[Thank you, it's so delicious!]
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When I was halfway through eating the cake, there was a commotion outside and the secret realm was opened.
The people in the shed stood up and rushed over. The man in black also stood up, nodded to Zhu Changyang and Jun Shu, and left.
Zhu Changyang had to pack up his things, so he was a little slow in going out, so he and Jun Shu had to follow behind the crowd.
Because there were too many people coming to the Gupeng Secret Realm this time, the entrance to the barrier was a bit congested for a while, and some people with bad tempers started cursing on the spot.
Zhu Changyang was calm. He thought that this was the current situation of popular tourist attractions. He immediately queued up skillfully.
Jun Shu was not in a competitive mood at this time. He was as casual as usual and was even eating cake.
The vendors in the surrounding area began to pack up their stalls familiarly, while some took the opportunity to have a final round of sales.
"Good news, good news. The original price of the authentic Mishan Sect's first-level lightning-inducing talisman was one hundred low-grade spirit stones, but now it only costs twenty. If you buy ten lightning-inducing talismans at a time, you will get a peace talisman for free."
Zhu Changyang's forehead was covered with sweat when he heard this. The original price was one hundred, and the current price was twenty. This discount was almost like a clearance sale at the Wenzhou Leather Factory.
Speaking of which, he has been traveling through time for so long but has never met a serious talisman practitioner. I heard that good talismans are very powerful and their power is not inferior to magic weapons. It really makes people curious.
The vendor happened to pass by, and Zhu Changyang stopped him with his hand: "Hello, can you make the lightning talisman a little cheaper?"
The vendor was a short, skinny guy with a pale face. Hearing this, he waved his hand and said, "This is already the lowest price. It can't be any cheaper..."
Zhu Changyang: "Forget it then."
He didn't know how to use the talisman at all, he just wanted to take a look.
The little guy didn't expect him to give up so easily. He was choked by his words and quickly changed the subject: "Don't be like this. Meeting is fate. Since you are about to enter the secret realm, I will make it a little cheaper. How much do you want to pay?"
Zhu Changyang recalled the bargaining process at the scenic night market and tentatively raised two fingers: "Two low-grade spirit stones?"
The little guy was shocked: "... Daoist friend, you are going a bit too far."
He had engaged in speculation and profiteering so many times outside the country that he thought he was capable of raising prices at will, but he did not expect to meet someone even more outrageous than him.
Good man, he chopped it into half right away.
He stressed with great sorrow, "This is a talisman from the Mishan Sect!"
Zhu Changyang was unmoved: "If it doesn't work, forget it."
There is no room for any pulling.
The little guy choked on the spot and wanted to walk away nobly, but he was unwilling to do so.
If you give up easily when you meet a tough guy, how can you continue to speculate in the future? Bah, be a middleman!
After thinking for a while, he suddenly thought of something and took out another yellow talisman from his bag. He said, "Two low-grade spirit stones definitely can't buy the authentic Mishan talisman, but I have a lightning-inducing talisman drawn by someone else. If you are willing, I can give it to you at this price."
Zhu Changyang glanced at him and finally said with relief: "Okay."
To him, it didn't matter who drew the talisman. The most important thing was that it was cheap. So he handed over the spirit stone and asked casually, "Since it's not from Mishan Sect, can you add something else?"
The little guy was really convinced this time, and sighed, "Brother, you are really a bargaining genius. Okay, since you are my nemesis, I will give you a buy one get one free deal."
After that, he really took out another one and handed it over, "This is a spiritual contract talisman drawn by the same person. It can subdue monsters. I heard that there have been fierce beasts appearing in the Gupeng Secret Realm recently. Some people have even encountered a white-browed tiger king. This will definitely be useful!"
"Okay." Zhu Changyang took it. With his eyesight, these talismans were all painted with cinnabar on yellow paper, and the graphics and strokes looked almost the same. He couldn't tell any difference at all.
He just glanced at it casually and asked, "How do I use this talisman?"
The little man gave him a deep look and said meaningfully, "If it's an authentic Mishan Talisman, you just need to use your cultivation to activate it. As for this cheap one... well, you need a bit of luck."
Zhu Changyang suddenly realized: "I see, IQ tax, right?"
The little guy was puzzled: "What is IQ tax?"
Zhu Changyang: "It's just something useless. You can simply think of it as a scam."
"You can't say that." The little man was immediately anxious. Although he often raised the price, he still had a bottom line. He immediately defended himself, "This is not a fake, it's just not that easy to use. As long as you use it with strong enough intention, it will still work!"
Zhu Changyang was speechless for a moment.
Although this guy is a profiteer, he is surprisingly honest in some aspects.
It was raped, but not completely.
Zhu Changyang was just curious and didn't expect it to be useful, so he was very calm and even advised him: "I know, I won't blame you..."
At this time, they had already reached the edge of the barrier, and were only one step away from entering the secret realm. He hurriedly asked the last question, "By the way, which school of talisman master drew this?"
"It's not from any school." The little man waved his hand and smiled as he watched him go. "I drew it myself. Don't worry. Although I'm self-taught, my drawings are exactly the same as in the book."
Zhu Changyang: “…”
After all, I underestimated this profiteer.
Raped, thoroughly raped!
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[Hahahaha! How could this be!]
[When Chang Yang started bargaining, I exclaimed, wow, this guy is even better than my mom! I never expected that I would lose to the profiteer in the end! ]
[It's a pity that this guy didn't go to work at Pinxixi. Changyang thought he had already bargained to the extreme, but he didn't expect that people still had a trick up their sleeve. ]
[The Pinxixi cultivation points belong to _(:з」∠)_]
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The air around them twisted, as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake.
Zhu Changyang was dazzled and blinked subconsciously. When he looked again, he saw a completely new scene.
What comes into view is a lush and green bamboo forest. The bamboos grow very tall, almost reaching the sky. Occasionally, when the wind blows, the bamboo leaves rub against each other, making a rustling sound.
The time in the secret realm is slightly different from that in the outside world. It is just noon outside, but it is already evening here.
The sky is filled with red clouds, which contrast beautifully with the lush green of the bamboo forest.
The rest of the monks have dispersed, racing against time to begin their treasure hunt and search for the relics of their predecessors.
Some of them were obviously not coming to the Gupeng Secret Realm for the first time. As soon as they entered, they ran in a certain direction as if they were familiar with the place.
The entire secret realm was bustling with activity, and everyone was working hard.
In contrast, Zhu Changyang and Jun Shu seemed very relaxed.
One of them was holding a cake, while the other simply put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly in the bamboo forest like a leader on inspection.
It cannot be said that this posture is completely non-existent in the secret realm, but it is indeed rare.
As a result, several monks passing by them slowed down their pace involuntarily and looked at them frequently.
Finally, someone couldn't help but approached and asked, "Excuse me, fellow Taoists, what are you doing?"
"To see the scenery." Zhu Changyang answered honestly, "That's great. May I ask if you know where this bamboo forest is?"
It is said that the scenery and objects in the secret realm are all related to the experiences and will of its owner during his lifetime. Unfortunately, the trip was too rushed and Zhu Changyang did not have time to learn about the life of Master Gu Peng, and knew nothing about this secret realm.
It's like going on a trip without a travel guide, you always feel like something is missing.
Fortunately, most of the sword cultivators who came this time had Shang Kunlun as their target and knew the life of Gu Peng Zhenren very well, so it would be right to ask them.
The sword cultivator who was asked did know the answer, but his expression was very difficult to describe. After a while, he replied, "This is the place where the Immortal Gu Peng attained enlightenment in the past. Before he went to Kunlun, he was a native of the ancient city of Sixiang. This bamboo forest was originally on the outskirts of the ancient city of Sixiang.
Legend has it that when he was young, his family was poor and he often had to go to the bamboo forest to chop bamboo to help support his family. It was during the process of chopping bamboo that he realized the supreme sword intent and embarked on the path of seeking the truth.
"So that's how it is." Zhu Changyang nodded and pointed upwards, "What are those fellow Taoists doing?"
As soon as they entered the secret realm, several sword cultivators flew into the air on their swords. Sometimes they tapped the bamboo leaves and shuttled through the forest, and sometimes they swung their swords to chop bamboo, causing the leaves to scatter.
The graphics are quite good, much more pleasing to the eye than the special effects in many current fantasy films.
Just don't understand what they are doing.
The man was in a good mood and continued to explain seriously, "They are learning from the immortal Gu Peng and want to learn the sword spirit from the bamboo. Some people also believe that this is the place where the immortal attained enlightenment, and there may be a secret treasure of the immortal left in the bamboo, so they cut bamboo to try their luck."
"I see." Zhu Changyang suddenly understood and clasped his fists towards the man, "Thank you for your answer, brother."
The man was silent for a moment, and couldn't help asking himself, why did he start explaining
At this moment, Zhu Changyang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stretched out his hand to Jun Shu: "Good friend, lend me your sword."
"What are you doing?" Jun Shu glanced at him sideways, instinctively knowing that something bad was going to happen, but he still slowly took out his sword.
The swordsman who was originally doubting himself suddenly became spirited after hearing this.
This young man seemed leisurely just now, but suddenly he picked up a sword. He must have discovered something!
There are many such sayings circulating in the world of cultivation: the more ordinary a person looks, the more likely he is to be a true master behind the scenes.
This young man looks so unreliable, maybe he really has a great opportunity!
The more the swordsman thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense. He immediately widened his eyes and looked at Zhu Changyang nervously.
Zhu Changyang took the rusty sword and ran to a bamboo bush nearby. He rubbed his hands happily and said, "There are actually a few bamboo shoots here. Hurry up and dig them up. When we get out, find a chicken and stew them together. The taste is amazing."
Sword cultivator: “…???”
The stories in the vernacular novels are all lies!
Jun Shu was surprisingly not surprised, his expression did not even change, he said calmly: "Okay."
Yes, he really understood Zhu Changyang more and more.
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[The host is so considerate and even found a tour guide to explain! ]
[Not bad, not bad, and you didn’t forget to bring some local specialties… ]
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Later, Jun Shu saw other good friends fighting on the bed, and could not help but look at Chang Yang slowly.
Chang Yang: ??? ??? .
Xing Liu: Who is scolding me again
(End of this chapter)