"My surname is Mo, and my name is Tubai. This is my younger brother." Mo Shulin said, looking at Fat Rabbit.
Fat Rabbit was afraid that Mo Shulin would give it a strange name, so he hurriedly replied, "White Ming. My name is Bai Ming."
What the rabbit demon said startled Lan Qingming so much.
It is not surprising that rabbit demons are intelligent, but they usually communicate in the language of monsters and beasts. Only those monster races who have taken panacea or can transform into human beings can speak human words.
No matter in the Monster Race or the Cultivator Continent, the White Rabbit Monster is a low-level monster. It is not easy for the White Rabbit Demon to achieve the golden core level, but the fat rabbit demon in front of him can speak out, the shock is like knowing that a poor student who fails every year actually won the first place in the Mathematical Olympiad competition outside the school. name.
Lan Qingming wanted to say something to express his surprise, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that nothing was right. More or less discriminatory.
"It's getting late, let's line up and enter the city first." Mo Shulin said at the right time.
"Yes. It will be noon if you don't enter the city." Lan Qingming looked up at the sky, feeling that what Mo Shulin said was reasonable.
Fat Rabbit rubbed its stomach, "It's almost time for lunch."
After eating natural food for so many days, I can finally go to a big city and try crafts from all over the world. Its stomach is already hungry and thirsty.
Lan Qingming felt a little relieved when he saw the fat rabbit who still needed to eat. Only lower order species need to eat. A sword cultivator like him has long since fasted, so he doesn't have the trouble of eating.
"Brother Ming, we don't have that many spirit stones." Mo Shulin reminded him quickly, remembering his master's appetite.
White jade tea, a cultivator in the transcending tribulation period, does not taste full. Only it doesn't want to eat.
"Then I'll eat some mortal food. Make some money tomorrow and have another meal." The fat rabbit is just greedy, not those monsters that still need to rely on spiritual energy food for nutrition.
"No, no, I said that I will cover the expenses of the two of you for the past few days, so let me treat you." Lan Qingming said hastily, remembering the promise he made.
He originally thought that the rabbit demon would eat the spirit beast pill, and the food was only for the two of them. The food for Jindan stage monsters is not very expensive.
"You don't have to be like this, fellow daoist." Mo Shulin hurriedly refused, "The prices in Baichuan City are too expensive. Fellow daoist, if you have a heart, you can only pay our room fee for the past few days. I will be ashamed of it no matter how much."
Mo Shulin was not the kind of person who didn't know what was good and what was bad. Instead of making each other unhappy for a little money, it is better to advance and retreat earlier. There is always a good relationship, and when we meet again in the future, what comes to mind is a good impression, and I don't worry about wearing small shoes.
Hearing that the prices in Baichuan City are too expensive, Lan Qingming didn't refuse any more.
He is just a casual cultivator, saving some spirit stones only when he saves food and money, and he can't afford to be extravagant. Moreover, the upper room usually provides hot water and food, so letting the two of you live in the upper room at that time will not be as comfortable as struggling with the cost of meals.
"Thank you both. Let's go in." Said, Lan Qingming walked towards the central door.
"Wait a moment." Mo Shulin hurriedly called Lan Qingming to stop, "Does Fellow Daoist Lan have any idea of joining the forces?"
Lan Qingming looked at the city gate, and then at Mo Shulin, as if he understood something, "Oh? There's something special about this?"
Mo Shulin explained: "Naturally. If you enter the city with a high profile, it will inevitably attract the attention of the guards. Fellow Taoists are casual cultivators, so they will be invited at that time. If you suppress your cultivation and enter through the right door, occasionally you will encounter one or two times when you can't take care of it." . ” And trouble was avoided.
Seeing Lan Qingming's hesitation, Mo Shulin continued: "If Fellow Daoist Lan wants to secretly choose a power, the right door is more suitable, so as to obtain more definite information. If you have a choice in your heart, then the middle door is more suitable. I can show my strengths.”
Mo Shulin gave Lan Qingming a chance to choose, which was equivalent to giving Lan Qingming a step, so that he wouldn't embarrass Lan Qingming.
Lan Qingming understood the meaning. The forces in the city are recruiting, even if they refuse, they have to give face to the other party, otherwise it is easy to offend the entire force. He is also a casual cultivator, if he rejects a power, that power will worry that he will accept the solicitation of another power and will chase after him. In the end, they were unhappy with each other.
Lan Qingming said: "That makes sense. Then let's enter through the right door."
The two of them lined up to the right door.
In the front is the cart of the caravan, and in the back is the cart. On the cart are agricultural products such as sweet potatoes and winter melon, which just separates the front and back.
The mortal who pushed the cart was a middle-aged man in gray and black tattered clothes, his eyes were full of confusion, and he wanted to ask for help.
He looked behind him, and behind him were a few sect disciples holding magic weapons, all of them were immortal, and they looked very difficult to mess with. He looked at Mo Shulin and Lan Qingming who were holding a rabbit in front of him again, and finally chose Mo Shulin who seemed more friendly because he was holding a rabbit.
The middle-aged man walked around the trolley, wiped the sweat from his palms on his clothes, and walked up to Mo Shulin. His face that had been through many vicissitudes of life folded layers of folds when he smiled, and made a non-standard clasping ceremony. "This fairy elder, I, this is my first time entering the city, so I don't know how much the entrance fee is for this city?"
Holding the fat rabbit in his arms, Mo Shulin could only nod in return, and replied, "Everyone gets three copper coins. A cultivator gets ten top-grade spirit stones regardless of his level of cultivation."
"So... the price?" Lan Qingming wanted to say it was expensive, but held back, pretending that he didn't care.
"Okay. Thank you, Immortal." The middle-aged man was relieved when he heard that the entry fee was only three copper coins.
Lan Qingming had mixed feelings.
The entrance fee of Baichuan City actually asked him for ten high-grade spirit stones, three of which would be thirty. Thirty top-grade spirit stones, in fact, it is okay to bite the bullet, but he has to rethink the price in Baichuan City. But because of this, he felt that Mo Shulin was a real person, and he said a long time ago that he didn't need to take care of him. Always saved a lot of money.
Mo Shulin knew what Lan Qingming was thinking, probably everyone who came to Baichuan City for the first time felt the same way.
No matter how much other cities collect, they are still low-grade spirit stones, but this Baichuan city is top-grade when they collect as many as ten, which is worse than stealing money.
"Baichuan City is a trade city." Mo Shulin pointed out.
A city that relies on commerce to make money naturally does not welcome the poor and low-level cultivators.
The entry fee is the best threshold. No matter where, being able to pay ten high-grade spirit stones to enter the city shows that Baichuan City has a reason to enter the city. Commercial trade and participation in auctions are the most welcome reasons for Baichuan City. At that time, the tax cut will be a lot of money.
If you can even participate in high-value auctions, what are these ten top-grade spirit stones
Just as Lan Qingming was thinking, a cultivator fell from the sky and wanted to enter through the left door while driving a flying magic weapon. However, that cultivator only had a cultivation base at the out-of-body stage, so he was not as famous as Lan Qing.
The gatekeeper seemed to be aware of the man's cultivation and ignored it.
Just when Lan Qingming thought that the person could enter through the left door, a golden barrier full of mantras appeared, directly rebounding and knocking the cultivator into the air. The cultivator was knocked and flew a hundred feet away.
"This is actually an enchantment? Little friend Mo didn't say anything." Lan Qing put Mo Shulin's surname on her name, with a hint of warning.
Mo Shulin knew what Lan Qingming wanted to express, so he just smiled calmly, "This is a city that accommodates all rivers. If you don't have any skills, how dare you set such crazy rules."
Mo Shulin wanted to emphasize the word rules.
Rules, that is, the laws governed by powerful forces
The implication is that Baichuan City is in accordance with the rules set by the cultivation base, telling everyone clearly that only when the cultivation base is reached can the rules be broken. Don't try to do anything stupid if you don't have the corresponding level of cultivation.
After thinking about it for a while, Lan Qingming understood what Mo Shulin meant, and said with a sneer, "It's because I was thinking left."
Lan Qingming sighed, "It seems that Baichuan City is really different from other cities, and I will ask you to give me some pointers along the way."
"You're welcome. We brothers will never disappoint Brother Lan's trust." Mo Shulin responded neither humble nor overbearing.
The Fat Rabbit raised its paw to express its agreement with Mo Shulin's words.
Hearing this, Lan Qingming felt a little relieved. If he can walk safely in Baichuan City, he can give more spirit stones.