The dog path is immortal, it is not too late to practice immortality from a hundred years old

Zhang Chongyang's fear of this world at the beginning has been mostly eliminated by the excitement of the market, but after seeing the tragic situation of these hunters, his heart can't help but be raised again.

"Sure enough, the world is very unsafe. "

If you don't consider the 'rent' issue next month, Zhang Chongyang wants to spend all his savings to stock up on food......

However, it seems that it is not absolutely safe to stay at home, if only I could set up a defensive array.

Considering that the lowest defensive arrays are all first-order mid-grade magic arrays, not to mention that the prices are ridiculously high, just hearing that the magic arrays still need to eat spirit stones every month to maintain the effect, Zhang Chongyang felt that it seemed that it was not bad to only need a first-order low-grade psychedelic array that only needed a low-grade spirit stone.

Or the robes!

Oh, alas, he can't afford them now.

Stop your reverie and get ready to go back....

At this time, Zhang Chongyang's attention was attracted by the commotion in front of him.

"May I ask this fellow Daoist, what's going on ahead?" Zhang Chongyang stopped a kind-faced female cultivator and asked.

"It turned out to be Zhang Daoyou, don't you know? The Li family caravan has brought a new batch of mortal slaves from the mundane, and I heard that there is a demon girl this time.

After the nun finished speaking, she left Zhang Chongyang and ran forward to join in the fun, and she was not interested in chatting with him.

Zhang Chongyang was stunned and muttered, "Why do you feel that many monks know yourself?" As

for the contents of the nun's mouth, ......

'Mortal slave

?' In the eyes of their monks, are mortals who are also human just slaves?

Zhang Chongyang couldn't bear to witness the cruel picture that might shatter his three views, but he still couldn't help but walk forward with the crowd with curiosity.

'Good height.

Zhang Chongyang stood at the back of the crowd, and he could clearly see the 'mortal slaves' in front of him who were bound by ropes without stepping on his feet.

There are men and women, they are not very old, the youngest is eleven or twelve years old, and it is estimated that he is in his twenties, and most of them have yellow faces and thin muscles.

They don't seem to see any hope for their future fate, and their eyes are either empty, dazed, or fearful......

But there is one exception.

No,

she may not be human.

It was the banshee in the mouth of the female cultivator who looked at the good face just now.

The banshee is extremely beautiful, and it is not too much to say that it is the most beautiful woman Zhang Chongyang has ever seen, her pupils are blue, her hair is snow-white, and a long tail is exposed under her loose palace clothes.

Like a fox's tail.

The banshee was treated differently from mortals, she was locked in an iron cage, her hands and feet were bound by iron chains, and her blue eyes were full of pity as she looked at the crowd.

Zhang Chongyang met her eyes, and then a pitiful cry for help appeared in his mind:

Engong, save the slave family! Engong, save the slave family......

"Zhang Daoyou, are you a nymphomaniac again? This is a fox spirit, I heard that he is the best at ecstasy and bone erosion, can you eat this old bone?"

The sudden mockery of a Taoist friend in front of him shocked Zhang Chongyang back to his senses.

He suddenly realized that he had almost fallen on the road just now.

Looking at the fox banshee who was still in the cage again, Zhang Chongyang no longer felt any pity for her, only jealousy and anger.

Seeing that there were many monks gathered around, one of the stewards of the Li family's caravan did not wait any longer, and stood up and pointed to a mortal girl and began to auction.

"I won't say much nonsense, everyone understands the process, this mortal girl, with a bone age of twelve, has a reserve price of five taels of gold, and each increase in price shall not be less than one tael of gold, and those who are interested can shout the price.

As Steward Li's words fell, a monk from the surrounding crowd suddenly began to bid.

"Five taels of gold.

"I'll give you six taels. "

Seven taels of gold. "

A low-grade spirit stone. "

After someone shouted out a low-grade spirit stone, no one followed the price.

Most people probably thought that the value of this mortal girl was not worthy of a low-grade spirit stone, and they talked about the monk who was wronged.

The voice came into Zhang Chongyang's mind, and he felt particularly ironic.

I also feel that I am standing in this ...... so out of place

At this time, the successful transaction of the first mortal slave girl completely ignited the enthusiasm of this group of monks like a lottery head, and the place became more and more lively.

The auction was carried out in an orderly manner in this lively atmosphere.

Zhang Chongyang didn't want to stay here anymore, he squeezed out of the crowd expressionlessly, and walked out of the market with slightly heavy steps.

On the way back, Zhang Chongyang found that the dog day sun did not feel much warmth on people's bodies, the willow trees swaying in the wind were so fangs and claws, and even the colorful wildflowers on the roadside looked like thorns, so people should not get close to ......

"!"

Zhang Chongyang was about to return home, so he vented the depression in his heart.

But that's all, he can't change anything, and even he himself is cautious and walking on thin ice to survive in this world.

"Dad, Dad, what's wrong with you?" Passing

by the door of the neighbor's house, Zhang Chongyang suddenly stopped his curious footsteps because of the cry of a young woman inside.

He looked up into the half-open courtyard, his eyes passed through the courtyard, and he could vaguely see a familiar figure of the original owner shuttling back and forth in the room.

Suddenly, he remembered that this girl's name was Chen Fang.

lost her mother at an early age, and depended on her father Chen Yong for her life.

Chen Yong's cultivation seems to be inferior to him, he just broke through the fourth layer of qi refining a few years ago, and made a living by hunting...... Life is quite tight.

Listening to Chen Fang's voice, it seems that something has happened to her father?

Wait, this Chen Yong seems to be a member of the Red Moon Hunting Team...... He said, well, why is this name so familiar when I heard it just now?

Zhang Chongyang hesitated for a while, and finally did not go in to visit.

Although they have been neighbors for decades, he can't help much if he goes in, and it only adds to the trouble.

Seeing that some neighbors gathered around one after another when they heard the movement, Zhang Chongyang not only did not have the idea of dealing with them, but was even a little afraid of entanglement with them, so he walked into his yard quickly and plugged in the door bolt with his backhand.

He put the spiritual rice he bought this time and the animal skin used to make the talisman into the house.

Xuan Zhenjian didn't dare to put it down, and came to the gate of the courtyard again to listen to the movement next door, vaguely heard the discussion of the neighbors, and heard that Chen Daoyou seemed to have been bitten off a thigh by a fierce beast close to the second order.

Because this is the world of cultivating immortals, it can grow without a leg, but that is the privilege of a high-level monk, and it is not easy for Chen Daoyou, a low-level monk at the fourth level of qi refining next door, to be able to save a life.

As for the kind of holy medicine that can make people die and flesh and bones, it is estimated that even a sect like Changchun Sect with Jindan Ancestor can't come up with a single plant, let alone find it in Pingfu Town.

"Hey, Chen Daoyou's family will be difficult in the future!" Listening

to who passed by the door, he let out a heavy sigh.

Zhang Chongyang had relatives in his heart, thinking that even immortal cultivators in this world lived so hard, and those mortals ......

Well, they're just slaves.