The young master of the demon clan just wants to farm

The market of the Mozu is the same as the market that Zeqi went to at his grandma’s house in the country in his previous life. It is festive and lively. There are all kinds of food, clothing, and everything for sale. Looking around, they sell spirit stones and pills. The most medicine.

The demons are no different from ordinary people, they are also divided into grades, grades, and grades. However, the grades here are not divided according to wealth and status, but are divided according to the level of cultivation, just like in the realm of cultivation. Demons simply disdain to come to a place like the market.

The reason is very simple, all the demons and immortals in the world want to cultivate, they rely on spirit stones and elixirs.And the demons who can reach a certain level of cultivation must be from a wealthy family or have outstanding strength, so they can enjoy the resources, and these demons who have no ability and no capital can only rely on picking some low-level spirits from the market. Stones or pills are used for cultivation.

The girl who brought him here is named Hua Ling, the granddaughter of the Great Elder of the Mozu, who grew up with Zeqi since she was young, and is just 270 years old this year. A beautiful age like a flower bud.

The two of them arrived at the market in a short while in a carriage propelled by spirit stones.

The Great Elder is rigid and serious, but Hua Ling has a lively and cheerful personality, chatting and chatting non-stop along the way.

Ze Qi maintained a smiling expression, listening to her while looking for what he wanted in the market.

Along the way, Zeqi picked out some simple dishes and other utensils, and accidentally found several spices and ingredients that he hadn't found, and gained a lot.

The two of them, one is a girl with low mana, and the other is a boy without mana. Although they are outstanding in appearance, they do not attract attention at all when walking in the market. After all, this market where low-level demons gather, There are too many people like them.

Walking in front of a stall, Ze Qi stopped and looked down with interest. This stall was different from the others. They were all inconspicuous handmade gadgets, which were useless for cultivation, so the people watching There are also very few.

The stall owner was a tall and strong man who was blind in one eye. He rubbed his hands nervously and showed his big white teeth: "Young master, what are you looking for? Just choose, the price is easy to negotiate."

Someone nearby shouted, "Wulian, are you trying to trick people with your unsalable gadgets again?"

"Hurry up and pack up and go home. How many times have I told you that no one will like your things."

The man named Wu Lian blushed and argued, "Nonsense, nonsense, my kid just likes to play with these little gadgets I made."

The people around laughed loudly, and said in a hurry: "Your kid is a fool, don't waste your efforts."

"That's right, after so many years of being raised, I still can't speak, and I can't practice..."

"Shh, don't talk about it, Wu Lian is still counting on selling these little things to see a doctor for his silly boy."

"I see, it's just a daydream."

……

Wu Lian no longer defended, just watched Zeqi pick up this one and put it down, then picked up the other one, his eyes were firmly stuck to Zeqi's hand.

Ze Qi picked it up for a while, picked up a handful of brightly colored feathers, and asked him, "What is this? What is it for?"

Seeing something interesting, Wu Lian hurriedly said: "This is the tail feather of a pheasant. It's not useful, it's just beautiful. It's the best to make small things for children, and it can also be used to decorate clothes." At the end, he added One sentence: "This kind of pheasant is very difficult to catch. It is very timid, has sensitive ears, and flies fast. It will fly away when it hears the slightest movement."

Ze Qi looked at him with interest: "You caught it yourself?"

Wu Lian murmured: "My cultivation level is low, so I can only catch one by staying near the trap for several days in a stupid way."

Zeqi put down the pheasant's tail feathers, picked up a palm-sized ball, and asked, "What about this one?"

Wu Lian replied: "I wove this with a kind of spirit grass. It is very strong and resilient. Its purpose... purpose..." He scratched his head and said honestly, "I haven't thought of what it is for."

Zeqi smiled, looked at the mess on his stall, and asked: "Is there such a big ball like this?" He compared the size.

Wu Lian nodded quickly: "Yes, there are." A look of embarrassment appeared on his face, "But at home, I didn't bring them out."

Ze Qi said: "Wrap these up for me, I want them all, how many spirit stones?"

Wu Lian looked at him in surprise, and said kindly: "Young master, do you really want them all? These little things are of no use to cultivation."

Zeqi nodded, and added: "If it's convenient, I want to go to your house to get that little ball. I'll pay double, no, five times the price, is that okay?"

Wu Lian hesitated for a while, but finally agreed, put away the stall and followed Ze Qi, and got into the carriage restrainedly.

Hualing poked Zeqi curiously, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Zeqi, what are you doing at this lowly demon's house?"

Ze Qi put his index finger on his lips and softly "shh", and said mysteriously, "You will know later."

Hualing nodded excitedly, and imitated him with a "hush", and the two looked at each other and smiled, reaching a certain level of tacit understanding.

Not long after they left the market with Wu Lian, another wave of people came to the market and turned the market upside down as if they were looking for something. It's easy to provoke, so everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak out, and no one dares to make trouble.

The leader was Mr. Pianpian holding a folding fan, followed by several people dressed as guards. The group walked around the market a few times, arrived in a hurry, and left in a hurry.

When he left and passed the place where Ze Qi was standing before, the face of the young master who had been smiling all the time became serious.

One of the guards leaned forward to carefully identify the residual smell in the air, and after a while said to the young master, "Second young master, this smells like the young master."

Brother Young Master put away the folding fan and squinted his eyes. The place where they are standing now is a small open space, and there are some messy footprints on the ground. There is a lot of stalls next to it. It is obvious that this place should have been a stall before, but it is just a stall The Lord withdrew first for some reason, and the vacancy has not been filled, so it should not have gone far.

The guard observed his words, turned around and asked the stall owners on both sides, "Excuse me, have you seen any stall owners here?"

"Excuse me, who is the owner of the stall over there?"

These demons usually bullied Wu Lian, but now they were united in hatred. Seeing that although the other party was harmonious, it was obvious that the visitor was not friendly, so they all shook their heads and waved their hands to indicate that they didn't know.

Someone said: "There are so many stall owners in the market, we don't know who they are."

Others echoed: "Yes, yes, this market is very chaotic, and no one cares about it. Whoever wants to put it there, who remembers this?"

……

The leading guard returned to Brother Young Master and said in a low voice, "Second Young Master, they won't say anything."

Brother Young Master swiped his fan open, with a thoughtful smile on his face: "Interesting." Then he gave an order: "Go and check."

The leader of the guards led away, and the others drove away with Brother Young Master. The group came in a hurry and left quickly, and disappeared at the end of the market in a blink of an eye.

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Ze Qi and the others followed Wu Lian to his house, and found that the surroundings became more and more desolate along the way, and then there were almost no people in sight.

Sitting in the carriage, Hualing looked at Zeqi nervously.

Zeqi smiled at her reassuringly, Wu Lian probably sensed something, looked awkwardly at Hualing and then at Zeqi, and said apologetically, "Master, miss, I'm sorry, my home is a little far away."

Hua Ling was originally afraid that Wu Lian would take them to some desolate place to plot against them, but seeing the old god Zeqi was at ease, but now seeing Wu Lian, a tall man blushing and apologizing, couldn't help but puff A laugh came out.

Wu Lian became even more anxious.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more awkward, Zeqi then changed the subject aloud: "Excuse me, I want to ask, your eyes..."

Wu Lian hurriedly covered his blind eye with his hand, and said, "Did I scare you? I, I'll go outside." As he spoke, he stood up suddenly and wanted to go out, but he hit the roof of the car all of a sudden. There was a bang.

Hualing couldn't help laughing out loud, pointing at him with joy and saying, "Hey—you, why are you so funny..."

Zeqi also smiled: "If it's inconvenient, I don't need to ask, I just want to ask what's going on with your eyes just because of curiosity."

Wu Lian covered his painful head, and laughed naively. After laughing, he told them that his eyes were lost when the demons fought with the fairy gate.

Hua Ling didn't laugh this time. She opened her eyes wide and exclaimed, "You are a soldier of the Demon Race? My grandfather said that those who are willing to sacrifice themselves to the battlefield for the Demon Race are amazing people."

Wu Lian waved his hands again and again: "No, I'm just the lowest demon."

Hualing said solemnly: "No, you are an amazing person, I apologize to you for my behavior of laughing at you before."

Wu Lian avoided her courtesy, and said in a low voice: "How can I be considered a great person? The truly great person should be the Demon Lord. If the Demon Lord hadn't overcome all difficulties and negotiated peace with the immortal sect, I don't know how many people are like me. The demon clan will disperse their wives and children, and they will either die or be disabled..."

The topic turned to war, and the originally relaxed atmosphere became serious again.Zeqi never thought that there was such a story behind the person he fell in love with on a whim.

Wu Lian's home was at the foot of a mountain, and there were a few scattered families around. When they saw Wu Lian come back, they all greeted him.

Wu Lian jumped out of the carriage, led Zeqi and the others towards the house, opened the door and shouted loudly: "Yao'er, father is back."

As soon as the door opened, a four or five-year-old boy threw himself into Wu Lian's arms. Wu Lian patted his head with a smile, picked him up and took Zeqi and the others inside.

The yard was very messy, full of miscellaneous things. After skipping these, Wu Lian found what Ze Qi needed in the deepest corner of the wall. He picked up one with the roundest shape and the most suitable size and handed it to Ze Qi. paint.

Zeqi is pinched in the hand and flicked. It is very tough and elastic. It is very suitable for cubs to play with.Satisfied, he took out a mid-grade spirit stone and handed it to Wu Lian. Wu Lian froze for a moment, and waved his hands again and again: "It won't take so much."

Ze Qi said: "This spirit stone is not for buying this."

Wu Lian looked at him in confusion, Ze Qi continued: "I want to invite you to work at my house, this is the deposit."

Wu Lian was surprised and said, "Do, work?"

Ze Qi nodded, and glanced at the child in his arms: "The family is short of manpower, and I can't do it myself. I think you are a good craftsman and reliable person. I want to invite you to go. Would you like to?"

Wu Lian hesitated for a moment, then Ze Qi said again: "This child..."

Wu Lian's hand holding the child tightly, a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes, Ze Qi pretended not to see it, and continued: "I know a lot of people, this child's illness may be cured by finding someone."

Hope flashed in Wu Lian's eyes, and he hurriedly said, "I'll go and I'll go, as long as Yao'er's illness can be cured, I don't want any wages."

Ze Qi was noncommittal, and stood with Hua Ling at the gate of the yard waiting for Wu Lian to clean up his belongings.

Hua Ling was puzzled and said: "Brother Zeqi, the Demon Lord has arranged for you so many shadow guards with advanced cultivation, why did you choose this lowly Demon Race?"

Ze Qi smiled without saying a word, and threw the ball in his hand to her.

Hualing has always been pampered and pampered, and has never seen such a simple and simple gadget. After playing with Zeqi enthusiastically for a while, she suddenly clapped her hands and said: "I see! Brother Zeqi, you want to raise him to make it for you This kind of little thing to play with, isn't it?" The shadow guards are highly cultivated, and they may not be proficient in everything, such as playing.

Hua Ling, who thought she understood Zeqi's intentions, smiled slyly at Zeqi, and said quietly: "Brother Zeqi, when you make something more interesting, you must play with me first."

Zeqi didn't bother to explain that he wasn't here for fun, but the main reason he came here impromptu was indeed to choose a toy for the cub, so he replied casually: "Okay."

After Wu Lian packs his bags and comes out with Wu Yao in his arms, Ze Qi nods at him: "Let's go."

Wu Lian nodded, climbed into the carriage, consciously sat on the groom's seat, and followed Ze Qi's instructions to drive the carriage back to Canglan Mountain.

Zeqi pinched the elastic ball in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: The little guy won't be bored now.

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