The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

Yi Er tried hard to suppress his blushing face, help!

He had a telepathic talisman on his body, which enabled him to hear secret messages within a ten-meter radius!

Where has he entered? Why do we need to see if his waist is thin?

He looked at Tutu on the other end of the line in horror.

Tutu couldn't hear the secret message, and could only look at Yi Er's red face with a puzzled look.

"Why are you blushing? Are you nervous? I'll send you a magic ball of calm emotions. You still have one point. Stay calm in a new environment so you can react quickly."

Yi Er quickly took the calming magic ball and crushed it in his hand.

He felt as calm as a monk who had been there for five hundred years.

He looked around calmly.

There were many female disciples in their early teens around, they were all hiding in the corner, secretly watching Yi Er and whispering to each other.

"Look, he was blushing and shy just now, but he has become dignified so quickly. I like him. I want to marry a boy like him when I grow up."

"I want to get married when I grow up, so don't fight with me~"

Yi Er felt that the magic ball of calmness might have lost its effect. Why did he feel a little cold sweat?

He looked at the tall woman leading the way and felt that there was a dangerous place ahead.

The calming magic ball was still useful. After all, Yi Er was sweating coldly, but he still had a blank expression on his face.

The senior sister in front of me admired Yi Er even more.

This time, Tutu heard what the children said.

"Hahaha, they said you behaved well. Hahaha, this can't be a world where women are superior~"

Yi Er didn't know what female supremacy meant. The book he read didn't touch on this aspect.

He looked at Tutu with questioning eyes, and his look happened to be seen by the female cultivator in front of him.

She only felt that the young man's eyes were lively and natural, and he was shy about wanting to speak.

I don't know which sect he belongs to, but the boy he raised is so smart and beautiful.

She wanted to know him better.

"My name is Song Hongyun, I don't know..."

Yi Er eavesdropped on the thoughts of the female cultivator guarding the gate and realized that he was the one who made the mistake first by touching the forbidden air formation.

Seeing the female cultivator's attitude softening again and again, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He could walk through the sect's main gate and exchange names. His life should not be in danger.

Although the female cultivator had been polite before, saying "I am showing my hospitality",

But no one had introduced themselves, so Yi Er quickly introduced himself, "I'm Yi Er,"

The female cultivator nodded. "The truth is near, and the matter is easy. There is no need to go far and hard to seek the truth. What a good name, with a lot of Taoist charm."

Yi Er was not well educated, so he did not understand whether the "Er" the other party said was his "Er". However, he memorized it and introduced himself like this in the future.

She led Yi Er to meet her master. After just a greeting and a gift, Yi Er was taken away by the senior sister.

Yi Er was arranged to stay in a courtyard specially used for entertaining guests.

After closing the door, Yi Er activated the magic array.

"What should I do? How should I get back? The people here speak so strangely."

"You can earn points by forging iron. If your senior brother and Xiao Luo don't come to find you, you can just forge iron for a few years and buy a star gate to go back. You can practice Qi here, maybe you won't have to save too long to go back."

Yi Er was a little depressed and slumped in the chair. "I miss Master and Master's wife. I miss Little Seventy-nine, Little Eighty and Eighty-one. When I go back after many years, will they not recognize me?"

Tutu did not comfort Yi Er. She just remembered that she had a bottle of gene lock cracking potion given to her by Bethe. She didn't know if this thing would be useful for Yi Er. After all, it would be a pity that he couldn't cultivate immortality even though he had reached the immortal cultivation world.

After the system's evaluation, this gene-breaking potion costs 200,000 points per bottle, but this bottle is for 100 people.

If it is for one person, 2000 points is enough to buy a little bit.

When Tutu carefully used his spiritual power to extract a drop of gene-breaking potion and put it into the small igloo the size of a fingernail,

Yi Er was so tired that he almost fell asleep. He had been exhausted for a whole month and had gone through three days of life-and-death struggles. He could no longer hold on.

"Hold on a little longer. Take a look at this gene-breaking potion. It may allow you to cultivate immortality. However, do you have enough points for 2,000?"

Yi Er rubbed his face. "I worked all night when it thundered, but I only made a sword worth a thousand points. It seems that there is nothing else I can sell for points."

Yi Er began to take out his storage ring. "There is also a dagger, 9000 points, and a red tassel spear, points. It's a big difference. Hey? This gift... is actually worth points, but it's just a scroll of calligraphy and painting, and it's not sharp at all."

Yi Er uploaded the book, and Tutu took a picture of it. When the scroll was unfolded, it was a painting of clouds clearing and the sun appearing. There was nothing special about it.

There is nothing special about the material of the painting.

"Take a picture of the gene-breaking drug and let me study it."

Yi Er excitedly stuffed the small ice house containing the gene-breaking potion into his mouth, and bought a large number of Yuan-boosting and blood-recovering pills.

"I don't feel anything. Why doesn't it hurt?"

Yi Er took the spiritual root testing formation sent by Tutu.

The formation suddenly lit up. It was a golden spiritual root, but the level was not high, it was considered a medium spiritual root.

"It may be that the previous practice has damaged your spiritual roots. When the alchemist can be contacted, I will buy some pills for you. It should be able to improve your spiritual roots to the upper grade."

Yi Er jumped up immediately with excitement, all the sleepiness he had felt in the past few days was washed away by this good news.

"Then when should I start practicing?"

"You should wait until your environment is safe before practicing. I've said before that this might be a female-dominated sect. I don't know if this is the case in the whole world. You should be careful.

Don’t be careless and become the canary in someone else’s backyard.”

Tutu asked Yi Er to rest first, after all, he still had to deal with the senior sister tomorrow.

Tutu unfolded the picture that Yi Er sent over, "Tong, you once had a moving painting that you got from Tang Yu. Do you remember it? Can you find it?"

The system searched for a while and opened a scroll. The person in the painting was lying down and crossed her legs comfortably. Suddenly, the scroll was opened. She pretended not to move.

Tutu unfolded the scroll depicting the sun shining through the clouds, and looked at the person in the painting.

The person in the painting suddenly stood up, and her face, which was originally tilted sideways, turned around. Her eyebrows and eyes were filled with surprise.

"You've been following Tingyi's lessons for so long, can you write? What's the purpose of this painting of the sun shining through the clouds?"

The person in the painting wanted to pretend that he couldn't speak, so Tutu immediately rolled up the painting that showed the sun shining through the clouds.

The person in the painting immediately became anxious and pulled a few strands of ink from her dress, "!"

"It's just a punctuation mark."

The person in the painting used his hands and feet to try to get into the painting where the clouds were cleared and the sun was shining.

Tutu rolled up the painting and said, "I'll show it to you again when you learn how to write."

This painting of the sun clearing away the clouds is definitely a good thing, but since it can be sold as a weapon by Yi Er, it must be aggressive. Put it away first and don't hurt the person in the painting.

Everyone has rekindled their interest in the people in the paintings with different expressions.

It turned into a shadow, passing back and forth on the painting,

The man in the painting finally calmed down after being attracted by the picture of the sun breaking through the clouds, but he started to get scared again when he saw the blue circle.

Only the back of the figure began to appear in the painting again, and it became smaller and smaller, as if it was running away.

Blue Circle went into its storage room and took out a thin, retractable teaching stick.

Then he pulled out a small fluorescent blackboard.

"Pa~" Blue Circle knocked on the small blackboard.

A line of text appears.

"Every small class is open~~"

The figure in the painting shrank even smaller, trying to run deeper into the painting.

Lanquanquan placed a basin of water under the painting, and the shadow of the person in the painting stopped immediately.

"It's time for class~" Blue Circle reiterated.

The person in the painting slowly moved over, looked down at the basin, and squatted down obediently.

"⊙﹏⊙"