I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

As soon as we arrived at the entrance of the market, we were overwhelmed by the noisy voices of people.

Various stalls were lined up along the bluestone road. The sounds of hawking and bargaining mixed with the aroma of barbecue made the three children open their eyes wide instantly.

Mingchuan walked among them, looking at the bustling crowd around him, and couldn't help feeling a little strange in his heart.

There is still a huge gap between this place and the mortal world below.

There is an antique flavor everywhere.

He immersed himself in it, enjoying the completely different customs and atmosphere.

Yaya was attracted by a roadside stall selling sugar paintings and pulled Mingchuan's sleeve and refused to leave.

The sugar painting master was using golden syrup to outline on the stone slab. In a blink of an eye, he drew a phoenix with spread wings, which was crystal clear and still steaming.

Yaya stood on tiptoe, pointing at the phoenix sugar painting with her little hand, her eyes sparkling: "Brother Ziang, I want that!"

Jinwa immediately stretched out his hand to stop Yaya, but Mingchuan smiled and pulled Jinwa's hand back: "I told you, I brought you down here to enjoy yourself this time. Ask for whatever you want. I'll pay for it."

Jinwa felt a little embarrassed and could only nod.

Just as Mingchuan was about to pay, Jinman handed him a silver coin with a smile: "Master, two, one phoenix and one tiger."

"Hey, good!"

The boss agreed and immediately handed the two sugar paintings to Jinman as she said.

"Here, Yaya, this is yours." Jinman handed the Phoenix to Yaya with a smile.

Then he stuffed the tiger candy painting into Jinwa's hand.

Looking at the two children holding the sugar paintings and smiling with their eyes curved, she couldn't help but take a bite of the candied haws she just bought. The sweet and sour juice flowed into her mouth, and the habitual charm in her eyes turned soft.

Mingchuan smiled and rubbed the two little guys' heads: "Why don't you thank Elder Jin?"

"Thank you, Elder Jin!" The two little kids said in unison, so adorable.

"You're welcome." Jin Man smiled with his eyes narrowed.

Chen Shu was attracted by a stall selling ancient books.

He squatted in front of the stall, his fingers brushing over the yellowed pages, his eyes falling on a book called "Basic Atlas of Fire Spirit".

The stall owner was an old man with a goatee. Seeing how intently he was reading, he smiled and said, "Young man, you have a good eye. This is the handwritten journal of a fire cultivator from his early years. It contains many tips for the Qi training stage."

Chen Shu looked up at Mingchuan, his eyes filled with a hint of longing and embarrassment.

Mingchuan patted his shoulder and said, "If you like it, buy it. On the road of cultivation, a suitable atlas is more useful than spiritual herbs."

"Haha, young man, your brother is right!" said the stall owner.

Chen Shu scratched his head: "Then I'll trouble you, Brother Ziang. I will definitely double my training to repay you when I return!"

Mingchuan smiled and paid for him.

When the "Basic Atlas of Fire Spirit" fell into Chen Shu's hands, Chen Shu's eyes lit up.

I can’t let go of this thing.

Jinwa was holding the tiger sugar painting, but his eyes were glancing towards the circus stall not far away.

There was a strong man performing fire swallowing. The flames coming out of his mouth were three feet high, causing the onlookers to exclaim in surprise.

Jinwa was so excited that he forgot to chew the sugar painting in his mouth. It was not until Mingchuan called him that he reluctantly followed him, still mumbling to himself.

"If only I could breathe fire that big."

Jinman was stopped by a stall selling jewelry.

The stall owner displayed various jade pendants and hairpins. One hairpin in the shape of a golden crow was particularly eye-catching. The golden crow's wings on the hairpin were inlaid with tiny rubies, like burning sparks.

She picked up the hairpin and gestured with it, then turned back to Mingchuan and smiled, "How is it? Does it suit me?"

This was completely different from her usual charming image. She looked more like a teenage girl. Every frown and smile she made seemed as if she was talking to her sweetheart.

Mingchuan coughed and said, "It's okay, but it's too fancy."

Jinman snorted, but still asked the stall owner to pack it up.

He turned around and picked out a bell bracelet for Yaya, which jingled on her wrist.

Mingchuan didn't want to buy anything, but was attracted by a stall selling spirit pet eggs.

The stall owner said that this was a fire fox egg, which could help the monks nourish their fire spiritual power after hatching.

However, when he picked up the thing and felt it carefully, he frowned and was filled with displeasure.

This stuff is absolutely fake...

He shook his head helplessly and turned away.

Behind me, there was the constant shouting of the stall owner.

Seeing that the three children had nothing but the toys they had just bought and didn't even have any decent self-defense items, and thinking of the pet just now, he thought about finding some suitable weapons for them.

When a cultivator practices, in addition to skills and spiritual power, a suitable weapon can also add a lot of value.

Especially since they are still young, having a suitable weapon can provide more protection.

He told Jinman and asked him to help take care of the little ones.

Jin Man listened to his words, raised an eyebrow and said, "Aren't you just thinking about these kids and not getting yourself a handy weapon?"

"Your original Nine Dragon Sword can't be used in the sect, so you have to get one to use in the sect."

Mingchuan touched his chin and nodded: "You're right, let me take a look."

After saying that, he turned around and went deeper into the market.

Mingchuan thought to himself that his three children had good talents, and ordinary weapons would probably have to be replaced soon. It would be better to find some good things that could grow with their cultivation.

Deep in the market are many old stalls, where you can occasionally find treasures with magical powers.

Turning a corner, I saw a stall selling some old bronze artifacts. The stall owner was an old man who was dozing with his eyes squinted.

There were no eye-catching items on the stall, except for three small swords the length of a palm placed in the corner. The swords were covered with a layer of dust and looked like children's toys.

Mingchuan's eyes lit up.

The scabbard was made of old peach wood, with faint spiritual patterns flowing on it, and was definitely not an ordinary object.

He walked over and picked up the smallest one. The sword flashed a barely perceptible golden light in the sunlight, and a tiny word "Yan" was engraved on the hilt.

A trace of fire spiritual power was injected into the fingertips, and the sword body trembled slightly, emitting an inaudible hum.

These are three short swords forged from a mixture of refined fire gold and meteorite iron. Although they look small, they can temper themselves as the cultivator's spiritual power grows.

Not to mention the Foundation Establishment Stage, it is enough even for the Golden Core Stage. It is absolutely top-notch!

"Old man, how much are these three small swords?" Mingchuan asked casually.

The old man raised his eyelids and saw that they were three toy swords that no one had asked about. He waved his hand and said, "Ten copper coins, take them away. They're taking up space here."

He probably thought this treasure was just an ordinary copper toy, and he also thought Mingchuan only asked about worthless things.

Mingchuan suppressed his laughter and took out ten copper coins and handed them over: "Is that enough?"

The old man took the copper coin and put it in his pocket, waving his hand: "Take it away quickly, don't block my sun."