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

She was a little surprised, as if she didn't expect to meet him here.

But if you think about it, it’s normal.

The emotions in Jiang Qinghe's eyes changed infinitely in just a few seconds. The initial surprise and expectation turned into a dull and lost look after he saw this face that had nothing to do with his junior sister.

His slightly raised hand suddenly relaxed, and he reminded himself again and again in his heart that his junior sister was dead.

Yan Yun quickly withdrew his gaze, and seeing him like this, he lowered his eyes to hide the sadness in his eyes.

In this sect, the only people who are truly sad about her death are probably Jiang Qinghe and Uncle Wu Yue.

Yan Yun found Lian Heng and the other man, and was relieved to see that they were safe and sound.

The three of them walked on the quiet snowy road, with the sound of snow rustling under their feet. The snow was still falling, quietly covering their footprints.

"Are you happy now?"

Yan Yun looked at Lian Heng, whose mood had obviously improved, and suddenly felt a hint of smile.

He walked in front and turned around to look at the two of them.

The magic of the Disguise Pill also disappeared at this moment. The melted snow fell on his ink-black hair, adding an indescribable charm. He smiled lightly, like a piece of white jade unstained by dust, with rippling spring water in his eyes, shining and moving.

Stunning.

Snowy days and beautiful women are indeed the perfect match.

Lian Heng looked at the two people who were stunned and said contentedly, "It is your honor to serve someone as good-looking as me."

"..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Yan Yun came to his senses.

Meanwhile, Lu Li beside him was still standing there in a daze, immersed in his beauty.

No prospects!

She shook her head helplessly, it was just beauty.

But then she thought about how she was also obsessed with lust at the beginning, and she couldn't help but sigh. Beauty can really harm people.

Yan Yun saw that Lu Li had no intention of coming to his senses, so he left without hesitation.

"Are we ignoring him?"

Lian Heng still had some conscience. After all, Lu Li paid him for the whole night, so he was a little hesitant.

But she had already walked far away, and he silently left Lu Li behind and followed her.

The next day was the same as before. More people came than yesterday, and Yan Yun was writing so hard that his pen was about to burst into flames.

“I want to open a store.”

After today, Yan Yun made up her mind. After two days of observation, she not only saw the market, but also realized that it was not realistic to just go and collect one piece of land after another.

The main reason is the lack of manpower. There are only three people including her, Lu Li and Lian Heng, and they are simply unable to handle the workload. What's more, Lian Heng is just a mascot.

Today I invited a few guys from Huazhaolou to help, and spent an extra two hundred low-grade spirit stones.

"I think it's okay. We have gained a little fame now, and we should continue to catch up."

Lu Li nodded and asked a new question, "But where should we open the store?"

"Right here."

She wanted to have long-term cooperation with Huazhaolou.

Ever since Cen Xingzi took the initiative to give her this stall and asked Cen Yi to follow her every day, she knew that Cen Xingzi wanted to see how far she could go.

Inside the Huazhao Building, several people sat opposite each other.

"It's not impossible for us to have long-term cooperation, but compared to the benefits you bring to our Huazhao Building, it's obvious that we bring more to you."

"So in the long run, this is not a good deal for us. After all, you are just a new start-up, while we have a century-old foundation."

Instead of refusing outright, Cen Xingzi began to point out the pros and cons.

We are all doing business, and there is no reason to do business that loses money.

"You have to show us your strength."

Her eyes flickered, and her intuition told her that this little girl must have many ways that ordinary people could not think of.

After hearing her words, Yan Yun understood that cooperation was possible, but Huazhaolou did not just want to earn the promotion fee.

“Do you know what the Cut It Down campaign is?”

She thought of one at random and asked tentatively.

Duocai told her that there were also time travelers here, so she couldn't guarantee that what she knew had not been used by others.

"what is that?"

"What is a cut?"

"Who is Yidao and why did you cut him?"

Three people raised their doubts.

"As long as you ask your friends and family to bargain for you, you can buy the things in your Huazhaolou at the most favorable price."

Yan Yun felt relieved when he saw that they didn't understand and gave them a brief explanation.

But it is also true that no one would travel to the world of immortal cultivation. The main task is not to cultivate immortality, but to make a million billion...

Duocai feels implied.

"Can you explain in detail? I don't really understand how to operate it."

Cen Xingzi became interested and looked at her, tapping the table lightly with her index finger.

"The method is very simple. We can make a moving disc and let them throw the dart. The preferential progress will increase by a certain amount wherever the dart hits. You can decide how much the preferential progress will increase for each disc."

"Assuming that 100 is the final value of the preferential progress, then those who reach the final value can sell what they want at the most favorable price."

"This is mainly a gimmick, using their curiosity to attract them. Although it is still a promotion in essence, it is interesting and fun, so they are more likely to accept it."

She was clear and organized. She modified the hacking from a platform in her previous life and moved it here. "There is not only one way to increase the progress value. There are many other ways."

After she finished speaking, she took a sip of tea to moisten her throat.

The room was so quiet at this time that only the sound of light breathing could be heard.

"You can verify it for a while, we are not in a hurry."

Yan Yun added that no matter whether Huazhaolou agreed or not, she would continue to look for people who were willing to cooperate with them. Cooperation was one aspect, but the store must be opened.

And she was not sure if it would really work, after all, this was a world of cultivating immortals.

Everything still needs to be based on reality.

"Okay, but as you said, we'll have to try for a while."

Cen Xingzi gave the final answer. She had begun to admire this little girl in her heart. She had ideas and was a good candidate for making money.

"Ok."

She drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, and their conversation ended there.

……

When they returned to the inn, they opened the door and the windows were wide open. The room was filled with snowflakes, covering the entire room with white.

"call out--"

Before the three could see clearly, some black thing in the house rushed out of the window.

She reacted extremely quickly, and with a wave of her sleeves, her spiritual power spread out, and with a "snap" the window was shut tightly. The black thing then hit her with a "bang" and fell to the ground in a daze.

It was lying on the ground in a daze with its four legs up in the air, foam coming out of its mouth. It seemed that it was really pretending to be miserable.

Yan Yun looked at the black and gray monster in front of him. It was about the size of a squirrel, with a very large and long tail. He gently picked it up.

"This is a furry rat, but why is there a furry rat here?"

The hairy rat is a fifth-grade monster. The most distinctive feature of this monster is that it has a pocket on its chest that is comparable to a storage bag.

Lu Li stretched out his finger and poked its little head, which was now drooping.

"Could it be that the shopkeeper said it was the one that stole the things?"

She remembered what the shopkeeper had repeatedly told her and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"It might be! Let me see its pocket."

Lu Li also remembered and reached out to touch the other person's pocket.

"呲呲呲!"

The furry mouse that was pretending to be dead was startled and forgot that it was pretending to be dead. It showed its two small fangs and bit towards Lu Li.

"Be careful."

Yan Yun's hand tightened in an instant, forcing all the fur on the Maomaoshu's body to stand up, and he looked at the few people viciously.

Lu Li quickly withdrew his hand, fortunately he was not bitten.

"呲呲呲!"

The mouse felt uncomfortable and swayed its body to break free from her restraints. It also made sounds at them, probably scolding them, but they couldn't understand it.

"You translate."

Yan Yun grabbed Lian Heng's clothes and pulled him in front of Maomao Shu.

The latter looked at her in confusion.

"You are all demons, translate quickly."

Her matter-of-fact words elicited Lian Heng's unpleasant retort, "At least we should be the same kind of monsters. I'm a plant and it's an animal. How can we be the same?"

"……All right."

Yan Yun was a little disappointed, she thought they were connected.

"But there doesn't seem to be anything here... What did you steal?"

She poked its furry head. It looked quite like a squirrel. It was very cute, but too fierce.

It feels like touching spring.

When she saw that it could actually pretend to be dead, she knew that this little thing was very mischievous.

"It stole my pot!"

The one who spoke was Lian Heng, because there was a basin in the room where Yan Yun placed his real body to bask in the sun.

The mouse's head shook back and forth after being poked by her, "hiss, hiss, hiss..."

It put on a pitiful and begging look, then threw the basin out, indicating that it was willing to return it and begged them to let it go.

It's nice to come back.

It's just that the basin was made of glass, and it shattered into pieces on the ground with a loud bang.

"..."

Lian Heng's face fell instantly, damn it!

"It's okay, it's just a broken pot. I'll buy you a new one someday."

Lu Li silently patted his shoulder, but earned a look of disgust from him.

He withdrew his hand awkwardly, tears streaming down his face inside, wuwuwu, it turns out that beautiful men also have thorns!

"Broken basin?"

Lian Heng sneered, then looked at Yan Yun, and instantly changed his face to one of grievance, "Xiao Hu, look at him, today he complains that my basin is broken, tomorrow he will complain that I am ugly, and the day after tomorrow he will complain that we are not worthy of him! This is too much, you should drive him away quickly."

"It's not that I didn't! Yanyun, please listen to my explanation. He slandered me."

Lu Li was shocked. What was going on? He didn't mean that.

"..."

Dead green tea.

She gave Lian Heng a helpless look, then looked at the rat in her hand that was lying there waiting to die, "Hand over all the stolen items to the store owner and I'll let you go."

The mouse's eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded frantically.

Soon, the shopkeeper looked at the odds and ends on the counter and nodded gratefully, "Thank you, thank you Immortal... You really helped us a lot!"

After handing over the items, she threw it in the snow and let it go.

On the snow-covered ground, the furry mouse looked so small. It buried its head in the snow and it took a long time for it to realize that it had really been released.

Just as she reached the stairs, the rat rushed up and bit the hem of her skirt.

"呲呲呲..."

Its voice contained some flattery and obedience, and it walked out while biting the hem of her skirt.

She remained motionless, watching it bounce back.

"呲呲呲..."

The rat's cries became more pitiful, and it bit her skirt again and walked out, as if it wanted to take her somewhere.

Curiosity arose in her heart, and she immediately picked it up. It rubbed her palm in a flattering manner and pointed outside with its finger.

The sky outside was dark, with snow and wind blowing. The little girl walked in it, following the furry mouse in her hand through the narrow streets.

"I also have a monster. It's as furry as you. It's called Spring."

Yan Yun touched its head as he walked. Well, it was still a little worse than spring. He just didn't know where it wanted to take it.

She just likes fluffy things, they are cute and healing.

"spring?"

"Junior sister, is that you?"

The young man's trembling voice sounded behind him, and he asked again uncertainly, "Is it you, Yan Yun?"

He came around the corner and happened to hear these words.

Hearing his voice, Yan Yun's hand that was touching the furry mouse paused and stopped on top of its head.

For a moment, countless thoughts came to her mind, but in the end, she removed the effect of the disguise pill on her face and looked back at him.

"Senior brother, long time no see."

She curved her eyes and looked at him with a smile.

He had lost a lot of weight and grown taller, and his expression became increasingly cold and stern. He was less childish and carefree than before, and more steady.

The moment their eyes met, his pupils shrank, and the familiar face that he missed day and night appeared directly in his eyes.

In my ears is the sound of snow falling, dull and lonely; in front of me is a smiling girl, gentle as moonlight.

"Junior sister..."

Jiang Qinghe no longer knew what to think or do. He rushed forward and hugged her in his arms, "Am I dreaming?"

His voice was a little flustered, and he gradually began to choke up. The joy brought by the reunion, the self-blame, depression, and sadness of the past few months all turned into tears that slid down his cheeks in an instant.

From that day on, he would dream every day of Yan Yun being knocked off a cliff and dying in front of him. This had long become his nightmare.

In the night, the sound of falling snow was mixed with the boy's uncontrollable crying.

"You're not dreaming. I'm back."

She reached out her hand to wipe away his tears, and only then did she realize that she had actually used a furry rat to wipe his tears...

"..."

The furry mouse closed its eyes and trembled, not daring to move, and was very stiff.

Although Jiang Qinghe didn't know why her junior sister used a mouse to wipe his tears, she must have her own reasons!

"Will you return to the sect?"

After a long time, he stopped crying and asked carefully.

"You'd better not go back. I won't tell anyone about what happened today. I know you trust me if you want to see me. I swear!"

Jiang Qinghe talked to herself, and before she could answer, she had the answer in her mind.

In the past, he always acted on impulse, but now that he has experienced more and thought more, he no longer dares to act recklessly.

If she wanted to go back, she would have contacted them long ago. Besides, there was no need to go back to a sect like this. She must have her own things to do.

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