The Portal of Wonderland

Inside the stone house, Shi Lian sat upside down, his heart beating like a drum, his body sweating and his clothes wet as much as possible.

His face changed for a while, but his eyes were full of joy.

Ever since his eyesight changed, whenever there was moonlight, he climbed high every night, entering the dream monkey absorbed the essence of the sun and moon and continued to grow his eyesight.

But over time, eyesight has grown more slowly, and today, even with the moonlight, there has been little increase in eyesight.

Yet today's dreams transform the white ape completely differently. Instead of climbing the tree and sucking on the essence of the sun and moon, it is listening to an old man.

Shi Mu, for no reason, but implicitly felt that it was not a bad thing.

The next moment, however, he smiled bitterly.

Because he can't recall what the white ape understood in his dreams at this moment.

At this moment, Ishima also lost her sleep, jumped out of bed, started back and forth in the house, and from time to time reached out to scratch her head. This situation is somewhat similar to that of the white ape who scratched her ears and cheeks in her dream.

He concealed that what the elderly frowned on in his dreams told him was extremely important to him.

After a long time of torment, Shi Lian still can't think of a minute, which helplessly took a long sigh and went back to bed.

The next day, when Shi Mu woke up and ate some dry food, he pushed the door open and hurried out.

After some painstaking cultivation, he finally began practicing like a celestial kung fu, condensed into a true qi in his body, and became a real aftermath warrior, but to continue to cultivate this method, he still needs a lot of quenching aid.

More than 100,000 taels of silver tickets beside him are common in all three countries. No matter which country they are placed in, they are already a great asset, but in this door, they are not necessarily spent. He cannot rest assured that he will not look at the price of this quenching.

Morning mist in the valley is quite quiet at this time.

Shi Mu went all the way to the exit of the stone house area, from time to time you can see some new people dressed like yourself, also towards the exit, more or less with a bit of excitement on the face and hope for the divine color, I think that in the past few days, have chosen the method, want to prepare for cultivation.

After walking out of the intersection, Shi Lian walked in the direction of Qingshi Square in the center of the valley based on information he had received the previous day from Baishi and Xiaoming.

Less than a pillar of incense, the stone pasture appeared on a wide, blue stoned street to the right of the square, mostly with shops on both sides of the street, hidden to smell a rich, mixed scent of medicine.

Ishimu smelled the fragrance, his feet quickened by three points. Soon he arrived in front of a rather sophisticated three-story attic, which was unexpectedly crowded and lively.

Ishima looked up and hung a golden plaque with three dragons flying and phoenix dancing on top of the entrance to the pavilion - "Dan Xiangkou”.

As soon as he walked into the store, he slipped slightly and inside it was much bigger than he thought.

The hall is bright and spacious, and the ceiling is three lengths high enough to accommodate a hundred people without feeling crowded.

Around the hall is a counter made of the famous purple heart wood, behind which is a row of tall shelves made of purple heart wood, some shelves filled with lots of varied herbs, and some shelves are a small and luscious porcelain bottle, which is sure to contain a variety of Dan medicine.

At this time, there are twenty or thirty ordinary Black Devil's Gate disciples in the lobby. Most of them are talking to people dressed in black at the back of the counter. In a row of shelves, many people in black clothes are busy travelling from time to time, removing porcelain bottles or herbs from the shelves from time to time.

In terms of clothing, these ordinary disciples in the lobby, almost exactly the same as those in black behind the counter, the only difference is that there is no light silver “C” on the red flame markings on the cuffs of these black men.

In addition, these black-clothed people are generally older.

Shi Muzhen's heart moved, these people should be Zhou's raving disciple.

These people say they are chores, but they are also all martial arts, the lowest of which are cultivated, and they have the appearance of six or seven layers of quenched bone, and the highest of which has ten or even eleven layers of quenched bone.

These people are willing to come to the Black Demon Gate to serve as a choreographer, I'm afraid, for the opportunity to promote 30 ordinary disciples to level C each year.

After all, not everyone can understand the sense of morality before the age of fifteen, and the strength and heritage of these sects should be far from comparable to that of a national martial arts institute such as the Kaiyuan House of Five.

Once he stands out, he can immediately become a Zongmen C disciple, but his status immediately rises.

“Brother, I don't know what you want, why don't you introduce me?” When Shi Mu walked in, a disciple in black, about seventeen and eighteen years old, came behind the door and smiled.

“No, I want to see for myself first!” Stone pasture shook the head.

The juvenile servant disciple again smiled slightly, then bowed down and returned to his place.

Shi Mu glanced for a moment and then walked straight to the middle counter, looking slowly at the shelf.

Tiger Jidan, Ziyunsu, Wushu Liquid, Yuan Lingdan...

The colorful Dan medicine opened Ishima's eyes, and her heart was even darker.

Although this first floor lobby is only set up for low-level disciples, the cheapest dandelions cost twenty taels each, most of them ranging from one hundred taels to hundreds of taels of silver.

It seems that there is no price and cannot be afforded at all.

“Eh! Bloody Dan.” When Shi Mu's eyes lit up, he finally found a familiar name.

His eyes swept down, and the shelf was marked "eighty-five” in red and black.

Shi Mu was quite surprised. Unexpectedly, the blood Dan issued to newcomers in the door is not worth it. Each class C disciple can receive three for free each month. That is nearly three hundred taels of silver. According to Zhou Maniac, the number of class C disciples alone in the door should reach more than 2,000 people.

Although the number of disciples in Class A and Class B is small, the resources consumed are considerably greater than those in Class C, which is more than one million taels per month for expenses in the Blood Dan Gate alone.

With this in mind, Shi Mu couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. The strength of the Dark Devil's Gate in his heart was raised quite a bit again.

“We have everything we need here.” A black-clothed miscellaneous disciple appeared behind the counter.

“Bone Quenching Dan! ”

This time, Ishima did not refuse, the Dan medicine here, most of whom he did not know, gradually lost his interest in looking for.

“A thousand taels of silver!” Qingxiu miscellaneous disciple thought about it and smiled slightly.

“So expensive!” Shi Lian heard the rumors and couldn't help but change his face.

“Brother didn't know that to make this quenched dan requires a prestigious herb, which is naturally inexpensive at a price!” Qing Xiu's miscellaneous disciple smiled gently, which explained.

“Well... give me three!” Shi Lian sighed for a moment and pulled 3,000 taels of silver out of his arms.

He wanted to buy some more at a time, but when he first arrived, he understood the logic of not disclosing money. It was just a few more trips.

(Forgot to wish all bookmates Happy New Year! Great Britain, do as you please!