Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up rags

The next day, Yan Yun got up early. The wind and snow outside had stopped and there was a little sunlight.

She pushed open the door, and was rarely knocked over by the snow and wind.

The yard was full of snow. In the corner there was an old plum tree, many of its branches had been broken by several days of heavy snow.

Yan Yun picked up the broom and started clearing the thick snow in the yard. She had not yet sorted out the things she picked up yesterday. She planned to sell them after sorting them.

Clearing the snow is indeed a physical job. Yan Yun spent a long time to clear it just barely enough.

She threw all the things out of the storage bag and placed them in the yard, there was a lot of stuff.

When she finished sorting, there was only a small bag left containing seeds of unknown origin.

"System, identify this bag."

"Beep - the item level is too high to be detected, please try to improve your cultivation -"

Yan Yun felt happy and helpless. She was happy because it might be a good thing, but she was helpless with her cultivation level.

She was now nominally Yu Feng's inner disciple, so naturally she was taught by him personally, but everyone could see that Yu Feng had no intention of teaching her at all.

She was only summoned once a month to check her homework and learning progress.

With no one to teach her and fearing of disappointing her master, the little girl had no choice but to get up early every day and attend classes in the Lunxue Hall where the sect's outer disciples took classes.

As a result, he got a bad reputation for seizing the resources of outer disciples.

She took her belongings with her and planned to go to the town at the foot of Zongmen Mountain to pawn all her belongings.

The road was covered with snow, and she used her broom to clear a path for herself to walk on.

Yan Yun followed his memory to the mountain gate, not caring about other people staring at him.

Their gossip came into her ears with the wind. She couldn't control what others said, so she just walked faster.

The young disciple at the mountain gate was a head shorter than her and looked at Yan Yun with curiosity, as if she was a rare object.

"Have you seen enough? I want to go out."

Yan Yun unfolded the ID card for a long time but didn't hear him speak, so he had to remind him.

The young disciple looked at the ID card awkwardly, registered her and let her pass.

After she left, he said to others behind her back, "She is Senior Sister Yan Yun. She is so fierce."

Yan Yun was not deaf, so of course he heard it. He felt a sense of frustration for no reason. Did she have to wait until he had seen enough like he was watching a monkey in a zoo before reminding him?

After leaving the sect, she wore a veil on her head to avoid attracting too much attention.

At the foot of the mountain is Liyuan Town, which is protected by the Changle Sect. In addition to ordinary people living here, there are also many immortals who come here to do business.

The most famous place here is Nanmen Street in the east of the town, which is home to a bunch of independent businessmen, and you can find a lot of good things there.

She went down the mountain today, on the one hand, to sell things just in case, and on the other hand, to see if she could find anything good.

There is a branch of Lin’s Pawn Shop on Nanmen Street. It is a time-honored brand and the largest pawn shop in the world of immortal cultivation, belonging to the aristocratic Lin family.

Nanmen Street is bustling with people coming and going, and is filled with a lively atmosphere.

She took a look and saw that most of the people here were disciples from Changle Sect who came down to make purchases.

Yan Yun didn't know the way either, because she remembered the little girl had only gone down the mountain a few times, so she had to randomly find a wandering immortal who was setting up a stall to ask for directions.

"Lin's Pawn Shop. Go straight here and turn the corner."

The old man with a white beard looked at her wearing the clothes of Changle Sect, his eyes flashed, and he pretended to speak seriously: "Little girl, I see that you have amazing bones and are a martial arts genius. Why don't you buy this martial arts method?"

The old man stretched out his hand and presented the skills to Yan Yun.

She took it curiously and flipped through it, then closed it after three seconds. It was a heavenly book!

"No money."

When something happens, don’t panic and say you have no money.

"…I am an old man, and I make a living by selling some skills, and they are not expensive."

The old man didn't know where he squeezed out two crocodile tears, and poor Yan Yun almost wanted to punch him to wake him up.

"No money."

"It's really not expensive, only ten low-grade spirit stones."

"No money."

"Five dollars is fine."

The unwilling old man was determined to sell the product.

"No money."

Yan Yun was also very persistent, she really had no money.

"Two low-grade spirit stones will do, right? It would be impolite to bargain further."

"I really have no money."

Yan Yun said sincerely, "But I can trade this with you."

She picked out a few of the best devil grasses and said, "Is it okay? If it's okay, I'll take it."

Yan Yun didn’t want it at first, but the old man was so persistent, and she couldn’t understand a single word of this technique, so maybe it would really be useful.

"You poor bastard, you are so stingy, it's okay as long as it works!"

The old man accepted it with a curse, "Don't let me see you again, leave now."

"..."

Yan Yun, who was scolded, walked towards the pawnshop with a useless martial arts book.

The system looked at Yan Yun who had collected another piece of useless garbage, and sighed silently in its heart. Could it be that its host was really addicted to picking up garbage?

Lin’s Pawn Shop was indeed very impressive. The huge golden God of Wealth placed at the door almost blinded Yan Yun’s eyes.

"Hello, I want to pawn something."

The platform was very high, and Yan Yun couldn't see the people on it even if he looked up.

"What does the little girl want to pawn?"

A gentle male voice came from above my head, like the breeze blowing through the willows, with a hint of smile.

“A lot of bits and pieces.”

Yan Yun could imagine his graceful demeanor just by listening to his voice. She raised her hand and placed the storage bag on the counter.

Pei Yixing initially thought how fragmented the items would be, but when he opened the storage bag, a bunch of messy things filled the counter, some of which even fell and hit Yan Yun on the head.

She covered her head, picked up the things that fell on the ground and put them back there. It was all money.

"You, are you going to rob?"

Pei Yixing took a while to say a word, "You say these are rubbish, but how much are they worth?"

"No, I picked them up."

When she heard about the robbery, Yan Yun suddenly became a little nervous. She was afraid that these people would arrest her without any reason.

"Picked up? You know how to pick up things, Xiaohe, count them for her."

He laughed and then called someone to come over to count and organize.

"Got it."

Xiao He was the person who had just greeted her at the door. He was short and moved very quickly. He was also surprised to see the counter full of things.

"Oh my god, why are there so many little things?"

"I have one more thing."

Yan Yun took out the white bitter grass separately and held it high.

"Oh?"

The man became interested and found a rare object. "Come with me."

Pei Yixing walked out from the high counter. He was wearing a blue brocade robe, which made him look as harmless and gentle as water. However, his aura was so strong that people dared not to disrespect him.

His eyebrows and eyes were clear and clear, just like the warm sunshine in spring, and at this moment, he was smiling.

"Let's sit down and talk. It shouldn't be that fast."

He walked behind the screen, tilted his head slightly, and invited her.

Walking around the silver dragon carved screen, Yan Yun followed him into the inner room.

The interior decoration is elegant and luxurious. The items displayed on the mahogany shelves are dazzling and of extraordinary value. The paintings painted with gold and silver threads are placed on the walls, constantly shining.

There was a white fox fur blanket on the floor, and its soft texture made Yan Yun want to touch it.

"White bitter grass is hard to come by, are you sure you want to sell it?"

Pei Yixing's brows revealed an innate dignity, his eyebrows were lowered, and his movements of making tea were slow and leisurely yet very ornamental.

Yan Yun seemed a little uneasy in front of him. Judging from his appearance, he was a fairy from heaven, while she was like mud on the ground.

But she was only a little nervous. When she thought about the money she was about to earn, her eyes lit up surprisingly.

"Yes."

"I can sell it to you at a price lower than the market price, but I have one condition."

Even if she didn't say anything, the man in front of her, as a veteran in the business world, would give her a hard blow.