Men wear women, and Lu Ding is forced to marry

With a teammate, Gu Chenzhou slept very soundly and woke up early the next day.

He sorted out his bag. His senior brother said that digging spiritual herbs would require carrying a heavy basket, so he asked him to bring less things, otherwise he would be exhausted after carrying it for a whole day.

Gu Chenzhou stuffed some food into it and wanted to put the spirit storage device in as well, but this magical device was very heavy. He was embarrassed for a while and thought he could ask his senior brother to borrow spiritual power, so he decided not to take it with him.

He went to wash and tidy himself.

A few days ago, he had been wearing a low ponytail with a loose hairband, and his every move was graceful and elegant. Today, he was going out of the city to dig spiritual herbs, and was afraid of being a drag, so he tied his hair into a high ponytail and changed into light clothes.

The clothes were light gray. Gu Chenzhou turned around and felt that he looked like a dashing swordsman in every way except for the lack of a sword. He felt very happy.

He shook his head and was actually a little impressed with himself. His high ponytail was tied very tightly and did not come loose.

The first time I tied a high ponytail, it was a success√.

After breakfast, the two of them went out together and headed for the woods outside Mihe City. Chi Feiyu looked like he hadn't woken up yet, and yawned all the way. On the contrary, Gu Chenzhou wished he had another eye on his forehead to record everything he saw around him from a 360-degree angle.

As we approached the city gate, we saw more and more stalls being set up.

Chi Feiyu asked him to buy a shovel. Gu Chenzhou randomly found a shop and when he asked, he found out that they wanted five low-grade spirit stones.

This is robbing money.

He tried to argue, but the other party was very confident and said that their shovels were of the best quality among those stalls and could even be used to kill spiritual beasts.

What the hell. Tell me why a shovel would go to fight a spirit beast. Can't he just buy a magic weapon or a sword to fight a spirit beast? It's really superfluous and unnecessary.

Any other explanation?!

He flicked his sleeves and was about to leave. The man gritted his teeth and said, "Then three, three low-grade spirit stones, half the price, okay!"

Gu Chenzhou left without looking back, ready to die.

After visiting several stores, he finally figured out their bottom prices and started bargaining. The shovel he got only cost him one low-grade spirit stone. Chi Feiyu nodded to him in affirmation and said as he walked away, "You are great, Gu Xiaozhou."

Gu Chenzhou raised the corners of his mouth slightly and hummed, indicating that he thought so too.

They arrived in the woods and walked about two kilometers inside. Chi Feiyu stopped and said they could start digging.

There were quite a few people digging spiritual herbs around. They didn't chat with each other. They just left after digging a basket. The ground was covered with scattered spiritual herbs and some bare pits.

"This shape is the Zhaotian grass, which is mostly used to feed low-level spiritual beasts. It has a shallow root system and the leaf tail is shaped like a teardrop. It is often covered by other spiritual herbs." Chi Feiyu fiddled with the grass for a few times, grabbed a handful and pointed it out to him.

He picked up a shovel, dug up the soil, and dug out the tree, roots and soil included.

"You don't have a box to prevent the spiritual herbs from withering, so remember to dig out the soil as well."

He took out a small basket that looked a bit old from his storage ring and handed it to Gu Chenzhou, saying, "Just dig here, don't go beyond this range. Brother, go inside and take a look. Remember, don't run around!"

"I know."

Gu Chenzhou leaned on the shovel and thought, I cherish my life very much. According to the routine of immortal cultivation novels, if you run into the deep forest foolishly, you will probably encounter some ferocious beasts and be torn to pieces.

As for the male protagonist, he should be able to survive and upgrade his equipment at the same time.

He just wanted to save his life for the time being, so he squatted down and slowly dug the angelica grass. He treated the rest of the grass as air. Gradually, the small basket on his back was covered with a thin layer of grass.

A bunch of Zhaotian grass can be exchanged for a low-grade spirit stone. He has already dug more than ten bunches. Although he is tired and sweating, Gu Chenzhou is still very excited.

Seventeen pieces...

Eighteen pieces...

Nineteen...

Twenty bucks.

It can be exchanged for twenty low-grade spirit stones.

Digging is also a technical job. He had no spiritual power to support him and his strength was too weak. After digging for a while, he felt a little tired of squatting, so he simply sat down on some weeds and prepared to take a break.

He sweated too much and the clothes around his neck were wet, sticky and uncomfortable. Gu Chenzhou rolled up his sleeves, hooked his collar with his fingers and shook it a few times, trying to make it dry quickly.

His collar was wrinkled, and his graceful neck was dazzlingly white, as if it was soft and delicious, and one bite would bring bliss. His calves were straight and slender, and particularly conspicuous. The monk who was digging spiritual herbs couldn't help but peek, and as he looked at it, he found that there was something missing, and then he lowered his head in frustration.

His skin was slippery from the sweat, so Gu Chenzhou unwrapped the package again and wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief. Fortunately, he had tied his hair into a high ponytail today, otherwise his hair would have stuck to his back, and he would have been the first person to be scorched by the heat after traveling through time.

As expected, no matter how afraid of cold a person is, he will get warm if he exercises more. When he went out, he deliberately picked out the thickest piece of clothing among all the light clothes for fear that he would be cold.

But I never expected it to be so hot as a dog.

and...

He licked his dry lips.

Still a little thirsty.

Just as I was thinking about it, a water bag appeared in front of me.

Gu Chenzhou's gaze slowly moved up from the gorgeous black satin pants to the man's face.

The sunlight poured in through the gaps between the leaves. His red face was covered with sweat, and he looked up at the person in front of him with a dazed look.

The other person squatted down and handed the water bag to his mouth. Behind him followed a group of monks dressed in the same way, with the same pattern on their identity cards around their waists. They didn't carry backpacks, but walked straight through the woods, as if they were just passing by.

The leader had a formation compass hanging around her waist with the word "Yin" in the center.

It's a formation cultivator.

Gu Chenzhou stretched out his hands to hold the water bag, but the other party dodged and handed the water bag to his mouth again.

He had no choice but to lie on his back, hold the mouth of the water bag in his mouth, and suck the warm water from the mouth of the bag. Sometimes he swallowed too slowly and the water would flow down the corners of his mouth and wet his neck.

After he slowly finished drinking the water in the water bag and licked his lips, the monk put away the water bag and pulled off the identity card from his waist before leaving.

They left quietly. If the ID card on Gu Chenzhou's waist had not been missing, he would have thought he was dreaming.

What just happened? He was... fed water?

what does it mean.

He sat there depressed for a while before getting up and continuing to dig spiritual herbs.

When that group of monks passed by, there was a brief silence among the people digging spiritual herbs around them. Only after they left did they slowly start to breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time, some vague glances fell on him.

Gu Chenzhou collected his thoughts and silently counted the spiritual herbs in his basket.

One, two, three...

Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three...

In the morning, he dug thirty-eight bundles, which could be exchanged for thirty-eight low-grade spirit stones. Although he was a little tired and his arm holding the shovel was so sore that he couldn't lift it, Gu Chenzhou felt it was worth it.

When noon came, he took out the dry pancake, broke a small hole in it as usual, and then ate it slowly.

There were only two pancakes left in the package. When the day was over, he would have to buy some more. After all, sometimes he couldn't go to the stalls to eat and had to rely on these to fill his stomach.

After eating, he leaned against a tree and dozed off for a while. He couldn’t sleep well with the backpack in his arms. He always had to keep an eye on his things and not let them get lost.

In a half-asleep state, he wondered whether he should earn money to buy himself a storage ring.

It should be very expensive.

He probably fell asleep for a while, because when he woke up he felt rejuvenated and not so tired.

Gu Chenzhou moved around on the spot, still following the range that his senior brother had marked for him, and continued to look for the radiant grass. His movements became more and more skillful, and he could almost find them out from under the layers of cover at a glance.

Before the afternoon was over, his small basket was full. Gu Chenzhou sat on the ground and counted again and again. There were eighty-seven bunches of Radiatae chinensis in it.

Satisfied, very satisfied.

The depression in my heart was swept away, and even my body felt less tired.

He squatted down and picked up the backpack. It was filled with soil, so it seemed heavy and it made his shoulders sore.

He froze, put down the backpack awkwardly, and sat there, waiting for the sun to set.

The chirping of birds in the woods was long and mysterious. A breeze blew by, and the sweat on his face slowly disappeared. Gu Chenzhou squinted his eyes comfortably.