When he first left the prison, Gu Wen was like a country bumpkin entering the city. He would take a look at everything he saw and go into every store.

There are elixirs, spiritual fruits, magic weapons, robes, formations, secret books and so on.

Gu Wen stood in front of a stall and saw a bunch of "candied haws" and asked curiously:

"Boss, how do you sell these candied haws on a stick?"

"What boss? Where are you from, a country bumpkin? Why don't you call me a real person or a Taoist friend? This is not a candied haws, but a five-yuan spirit fruit."

The female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage looked at Gu Wen with disdain. Because her cultivation level was low enough to penetrate the floor, Gu Wen's cultivation level could not be seen at all.

Of course, she wouldn't be so rash. Probing other monks is equivalent to taking out someone's wallet and counting how many coins they have.

"See, you can't even afford a cassock. Why don't I introduce you to some business? I think you have a decent appearance. Although you are not handsome, you have the temperament of a pure monk. You are very popular with some old women."

After hearing this, Gu Wen was not only not angry, but also amused.

He smiled and said, "Pindao was born in a farm family. His appearance is neither ugly nor good. You might as well introduce me to the leather and meat business."

In fact, monks are also vulgar. They just link various livelihoods with spiritual practice, and even selling oneself is said to be dual cultivation. This was Gu Wen's first feeling, and he was not too surprised.

After all, cultivation is not about becoming an immortal on the spot with a breath of spiritual energy. The imaginary immortal spirit must at least be carried by a true king. The remaining monks should cultivate the land and sell themselves.

The only difference is that bloodline inheritance is not universal among monks, so this class is covered up by talent and cultivation.

There are big sect disciples, small sect disciples, casual cultivators, etc., but they are not born rich.

Mortals are ordinary people living in ancient times, and monks are modern people living in ancient times.

They actually enjoy a richer material life and lifespan than modern people, with no illness or pain throughout their lives, and the average age starts at a hundred years old.

However, this is exactly what Gu Wen wants. It would be too boring if all the monks were carved out of the same mold and were all boring people like Xiao Yunyi.

It is interesting to travel around the mortal world and see all kinds of sentient beings.

"Oh, what's so vulgar? Immortal Qingcang said that human beings are not divided into immortals and mortals. Originally, we are not immortals either. Aren't these just two ounces of meat?"

The female monk thought that Gu Wen had an idea, and immediately added fuel to the fire: "Think about it, only with spiritual stones can you add robes, and with robes can you find Taoist companions. Look at the young man over there, and look at you

."

Gu Wen looked in the direction pointed by the other party. About ten feet away, a group of boys and girls were standing in front of a magic weapon shop. They were wearing the same sect clothes, with fluttering white clothes and carrying swords.

At first glance, it fits Gu Wen's stereotype of a monk.

'It looks a lot like Brother Xiao's clothes.'

The female monk on the side seemed to be confirming his guess and said: "You don't know me? He is a disciple of Zhejian Mountain, known as the best military strategist and the first sect besides Buddhism, Taoism and demons. The robe looks like fabric and satin, but in fact it is

It is made of tens of millions of fine iron wires, and its defensive power is astonishing."

The female cultivator gave Gu Wen a long lecture on the subject of cassocks.

In short, there are three types of cassocks: the top-grade gold silk moiré robes, the medium-grade fine iron and bronze robes, and the inferior robes which must be indestructible by fire and invulnerable to water.

Due to different materials and refining methods, these three different shapes will appear.

"Even if you don't belong to the upper class, you have to wear silk, satin and fresh clothes. You are too shabby. It's shabby and old. When you go out, you rely on clothes, but you rely on gold."

Gu Wen took a look at the green robe on his body. He remembered that there were gold threads and moiré patterns, but they had long since disappeared after eight hundred years.

"That's right, it's just a poor Tao, a poor Tao, how can you get a Tao if you're not poor?"

He said it as a joke, then stood up and left. The female cultivator followed behind him and shouted:

"Are you serious that you don't want to make a living? I am the non-staff deacon of Qianfeng Tower. If you change your mind, just come to me. With your temperament, you can really earn a lot of spiritual stones."

As soon as he said this, everyone around him looked over.

The disciples from Zhejian Mountain in the distance also cast their gazes. Those who looked faster could still see Gu Wen's face, while those who looked a little slower had disappeared.

Young people care most about three things: appearance, reputation, and talent.

The disciples who didn't see it asked the others, and those who saw it all expressed their opinions. They were then interrupted by the tallest female swordsman among them.

She said in a cold voice: "Misfortune comes from your mouth. Don't comment on others. What should you do if you blame a powerful senior?"

"Senior sister, he is already dressed like that. Even if he is a powerful senior, I believe that a senior who can dress so plainly will not care about this sentence."

One of the male disciples waved his hands and looked indifferent, which attracted the approval of the people around him.

Those who care about appearance will not dress in rags, and vice versa.

"You are not a powerful person, and you cannot comment on others at will. Being a human being is like practicing a sword. If your heart is not straight and your body is not upright, how can you practice a sword?"

The woman's eyes moved slightly, and the junior brothers and sisters around her immediately closed their mouths, showing that she had been accumulating power for a long time.

"But the man just now is indeed a bit special. I don't know where he came from. I don't know where he came from. He is a Taoist monk. He is clothed in coarse green clothes and has nothing on him. He doesn't even have a Qiankun bag."

"Senior Sister, didn't you also comment on it?"

"Praise is not offensive."

"Sister, be lenient and discipline yourself!"

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After wandering around for a day and a night, Gu Wen didn't even see one thousandth of the two realms of the city.

It seems that there are endless shops, different people, and different things. You can make new discoveries just by walking into any alley.

The City of Two Realms is so prosperous, gathering forces from all over the world and all kinds of people and things.

Gu Wen had the urge to stay for a few years, but he still had many things to do, at least a trip to Sanqing Mountain first.

Otherwise, when his master comes to arrest him, he will probably fight with fists and kicks.

After looking for people and asking for directions, Gu Wen came to the Airport of Two Realms City. Far away from the bustling city, there was a vast flat land lined with endless shuttles, boats, and boats.

They come in different sizes and shapes, the largest is a thousand feet long, and the smallest is ten feet long.

A series of relatively simple houses were also built on the periphery to receive guests who needed to take the flying boat.

Gu Wen can naturally use his own means to walk on his own, but he doesn't know the way, and he also wants to experience it.

He walked into one of them, met the group of Sword Sect disciples at the door, and heard them talking to the maid at the counter.

"The world is currently in turmoil. Except for the powerful ones above Zhenjun, all flying boats are unable to move."

"How long will it take?"

"I don't know yet, but according to the usual practice, the immortals of the Two Worlds City will take action to calm the turmoil after more than a week. You young heroes can register first to avoid running out of tickets later."

After a conversation, the Jianzong disciples decided to stay overnight. A week is a short time for a monk, and it can be passed by just one meditation session.

Then the disciples of the Sword Sect stepped aside and politely made way for those who came after them. Gu Wen was not at the forefront, there were many people queuing in front of him.

When a gaze fell on him, Gu Wen noticed it and turned around to look, only to see an extremely tall woman among the crowd of Sword Sect disciples looking at him.

It is common for monks to be beautiful in appearance, and their bones are also very good through the skin and flesh, with wisps of sword intent.

Innate Sword Bone.

Gu Wen has been enlightened since he was enlightened. He can see the essence clearly at a glance and understand the universe at a glance.

The female cultivator of the Sword Sect nodded slightly, and Gu Wen nodded in return. Then she suddenly turned slightly sideways, and a figure squeezed past her from behind. She happened to pass by and almost fell down.

A young man walked in arrogantly and domineeringly, pushing everyone in front of him out of the way.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

When he pushed a big man in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment who was closer to the front, he was thrown aside and said with a sound like a bell: "Where did this scumbag monkey come from, pretending to be a tiger here?"

The young man who fell to the ground cried out in pain, causing the people around him to laugh, and his face turned rosy with embarrassment.

"How brave! Do you know who my young master is? My young master is a true disciple of Wenkuizhou Liuyun Sect."

The big man's complexion changed slightly when he heard this, but in full view of the crowd he could only hold on and said:

"Master Tao, I don't care which family's dog you are from. Is it possible that you can still kill me in Two Realms City? Outside of these two realms cities, how can you still find Master Dao all over the world?"

"Okay! Okay! Just wait for me."

After burning the incense, the young man brought a handsome man in yellow clothes, with a ray of golden light appearing from time to time on his clothes.

He took the initiative to show off his cultivation and turned out to be a great monk at the Golden Core stage!

"That's him. I asked for a position in a loud voice, but I never thought that this guy would be beaten by me! He also said. He also said where did you get the wild dog from?"

The word "dog relies on human power" was clearly revealed to him. Gu Wen felt very funny when he looked at it, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

But the others were not as calm as Gu Wen. The big man felt as if he were facing a powerful enemy, but others dared not speak out in anger.

The young man in yellow looked at the big man at first, and then noticed the tall woman among the Jianzong disciples. A look of surprise immediately appeared on his face, and he walked three steps at a time.

He bowed his hands and said with a hearty smile: "I never thought I could meet Fairy Xie here."

Xie Yunan's eyes were cold, and he just nodded slightly, as if he didn't want to talk anymore. The young man in yellow was obviously not very sensible, so he shamelessly continued the awkward conversation.

Gu Wen could hear the voice transmission between the female disciple of the Sword Sect and the big man, asking the other party to leave quickly, and the conflict was virtually resolved.

'He is much smoother than Brother Xiao in dealing with things.'

The thought flashed past, and Gu Wen continued to line up quietly until it was his turn.
To be continued...