The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Carrying his big cloth bag, Yu Mian followed the instructions and came to the disciples' canteen at the foot of the mountain.

This place is like a tavern or teahouse in the human world, divided into two floors. The first floor is a place provided by the Wangxian Sect for disciples to fill their stomachs, and no spirit stones are charged.

Of course, don’t worry about the taste, just eat it.

Starting from the second floor, there were many notices hanging from the upper floors, which were ancient advertisements, with words like "Miraculous Medicine Rice Cake", "Thousand Cups of Soup", "Fried Rice in Alchemy Furnace"...

Going up to the second floor is a small restaurant opened by the sect’s disciples who practice food cultivation. They charge spirit stones as an annual rent, and the disciples have to spend spirit stones to make purchases.

Yu Mian stepped into the cafeteria and saw that the disciples on the first floor were already crowded together. He estimated that there were about two or three hundred people. Tables and chairs were squeezed onto benches, and people were sitting on the benches. People were squeezing monsters, and monsters were squeezing ghosts. The ghosts had no place to eat, so they hung on the beams.

Beside him was a burly disciple as big as a hill. He buried his face in the basin and ate until the juice splashed out.

Yu Mian jumped to the side of the narrow aisle.

She followed the disciples who were going up the stairs. She walked up on her short legs and arrived a little late, so she couldn't find a place to sit down.

She touched the spiritual fruit that Fat Tiger had just stuffed into her pocket, wondering if she could exchange it for something to eat.

Seeing that she was carrying a cloth bag and had to go up to the second floor, she could clearly feel the contemptuous looks from the disciples around her.

She quickened her pace, went up to the second floor, and immediately felt much more relaxed.

There are not many disciples upstairs, and given the wide area, the second floor with less than 150 people seems particularly empty.

Most of the disciples also found a corner and ate in silence.

Yu Mian had never eaten the food from this world, so she went over with great interest and smelled the food from each restaurant.

Finally, it stopped in front of the Alchemy Furnace Fried Rice shop. I saw the senior sister behind the counter, who was separated by a table and had muscular arms, turning a half-person-high alchemy furnace to perfection.

This movement looks like a big and vigorous one, but actually if you look closely, there is only a little redness on the face of this senior sister, and there is not even a drop of sweat on her body.

This must be at least two or three hundred kilograms! ?

He is truly worthy of being a cultivator, truly extraordinary and otherworldly!

"Will you buy it? Will you buy it?!"

"Don't bother me doing business if you don't want to buy!"

"Go! Go! Go!"

The senior sister served out the fragrant fried rice that was a perfect blend of fried spiritual rice and animal egg liquid, put it on a silver plate, and placed it on the table.

A heroic spirit.

Yu Mian took out two of the special spiritual fruits that Fat Tiger mentioned from the bag with some embarrassment: "Senior Sister, can I use this to exchange for a meal with you?"

"Oh, Holy Spirit Fruit, are you a disciple of Fuyao Mountain? Fuyao Mountain is not so poor that it asks disciples to pick wild fruits on the roadside in exchange for food, right?" The senior sister put down the alchemy furnace in her hand and looked at Yu Mian, somewhat puzzled.

Fuyao Mountain is rich in beautiful jade, gold and silver. In addition, there are many disciples, and they bring back many treasures and spiritual weapons from their travels. Even the lowest-level disciples can have enough food and clothing and have no worries in all four seasons.

Yu Mian was embarrassed and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "I am... a disciple of Yufu Mountain..."

"Are you the disciple of Master Huai Ci?!" The sister's eyes lit up. She looked at the skinny bean sprout in front of her and pushed the plate forward. "Since you are the disciple of Master Huai Ci, I won't charge you the spirit stones. Just eat it!"

"Ah?! You don't accept spirit stones?" Yu Mian thought she had heard it wrong, so she asked again until she got her senior sister's confirmation.

"Of course, Junior Master's disciple can eat for free." She pushed the table open, and a sturdy figure of about 1.8 meters came out. She rolled up her sleeves and pressed Yu Mian's shoulders, holding the plate and pushing him to his seat.

After leaving Yufu Mountain, Yu Mian thought he had traveled through time again. How come this man's reputation in public and his private behavior were so completely opposite?

"Senior Sister, consider this meal as something I owe you. My name is Yu Mian, and I will repay you when I complete the mission for the sect in the future." Yu Mian was so hungry that she picked up the spoon and stuffed the food into her mouth. She had not eaten for twenty hours under the high pressure of Yufu Mountain and had attended classes all morning.

Pei Zhiqing patted her shoulder and said, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

Pei Zhiqing pulled a stool and sat down, and asked with some curiosity and admiration: "Hey, Junior Sister, what kind of person is Junior Senior Uncle in private?"

Yu Mian choked after being hit by her. She coughed until her eyes were filled with tears and she was out of breath: "You...you don't know?"

"How can we know? Junior Master Uncle comes and goes without a trace. We can only see from the sect's merit list which secret realms she has entered and how many wild beasts she has killed..."

"From the time I entered the sect seventy years ago to now, her name is still firmly on the list and has never been shaken!" Pei Zhiqing said excitedly, his eyes full of admiration, as if he was talking about some divine figure.

"Let me tell you, I asked my senior brothers and sisters before. They have been disciples for almost 200 years, and they have been following Junior Uncle's lead until now."

"I really don't know what it is about you that won the favor of uncle-master and caught her eye..." Pei Zhiqing said, and snorted with envy. She looked at Yu Mian's rosy face. Could it be because she was good-looking?

Impossible, how could Junior Master-Uncle be such a superficial person?

Yu Mian calmed down quietly and buried his head in eating the egg fried rice.

She didn't dare to answer and couldn't say anything against her will.

If she didn't do it against her will, she was afraid of being beaten by this senior sister.

She didn't expect the snake to be so powerful. Wouldn't that mean she would never be able to turn things around?

"Senior Sister, can I take a look at the sect's achievement list?" After finishing a plate of fried rice, Yu Mian raised his dark eyes and asked Pei Zhiqing. She looked like a girl of only sixteen or seventeen years old, thin and pretty, and it was easy to like her at first sight.

Pei Zhiqing looked at her little chicken figure and said: "You haven't even managed to draw the Qi into your body yet. You can come and see when you succeed in drawing the Qi into your body."

"Don't worry, it will be done soon. You are Junior Uncle's disciple, so it should be done in ten days at the earliest." Pei Zhiqing took the fastest disciple in their Ku Tu Mountain as a sample for reference.

"Okay, thank you, Senior Sister. I don't know what to call you, Senior Sister?"

"My name is Pei Zhiqing. I haven't reached the golden elixir yet, so I don't have a Taoist name. You can just call me Senior Sister Pei." Pei Zhiqing said carefreely. She put the plate away and cleaned it up with a water purification spell.

After bidding farewell to Senior Sister Pei, Yu Mian became more and more curious about his master.

Perhaps, there is a small possibility that she is actually a very good monk, but just has a slightly bad temper?

After all, it didn't seem to have caused her any harm for the time being, and it also pulled her out of the abyss of possibly becoming a supporting actress in n or p erotic novels.

She climbed to a position close to the top of the mountain with her bag on her back, panting. This was a fixed course for beginners to learn how to draw Qi into the body. It could not be an elective and the course would not end until one succeeded in drawing Qi into the body.

When she arrived, she saw thirty to fifty people already sitting cross-legged, including seventeen people who she passed by with vaguely familiar faces.