The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Miao Jun: "Go to the seats and sell betting tickets. You can get three points for each ticket."

"The sect believes that it is better to open up than to block, so the gambling is handled by the sect's head elders, and the spirit stones earned are ultimately used for all the disciples."

"Then what are my odds now?" Yu Mian pointed at himself.

Miao Jun took out the special command token and looked at it. "You have won too many times in a row. In addition, there are no more than 50 disciples present today, so the odds are 1 to 1.1."

Yu Mian took out the low-grade spirit stones he earned from selling spiritual plants and talismans from his pocket, put five hundred on himself, and took the leaf cards from Miao Jun's hand and put them in his pocket.

Before leaving, Miao Jun turned around and said, "By the way, I was too lazy to cultivate your three spiritual fields, so I took them. Here is the land deed, take it!"

"I'm busy!"

He threw something into Yu Mian's arms, and a piece of parchment paper fell into Yu Mian's hands.

Yu Mian opened it and looked. The three high-level spiritual medicine fields of the Wangxian Sect were one acre in size, worth thirty thousand low-grade spiritual stones, with a lease term of ten years.

Thirty thousand yuan!

This ten-year contract period is equivalent to paying for free cafeteria meals during the Qi Refining period, and at the same time, it also gives you the right to manipulate the spiritual field at will for ten years.

Looking at that astronomical sum of money, which was a huge sum for a foundation-building disciple, Yu Mian was moved beyond words for a moment.

Even for her, if she wanted to use 30,000 low-grade spirit stones without touching the small treasury given by her master, it would be extremely painful, and she might even owe several thousand yuan.

After seven days of digging in the Xuanhu Secret Realm, they made a profit of 13,000 yuan, plus the 27 black jade fruits in their pockets that they had not yet given to their senior brothers and sisters. After dividing it by three, each person only made about 1,000 middle-grade fruits, which was a five-to-one ratio for low-grade fruits.

That is five thousand lower grades.

Eighteen thousand plus all the savings from before is only a little over twenty thousand.

After putting away the land deed, Yu Mian remembered that when Miao Jun passed by just now, he was still in the initial stage of foundation building. He curled his lips and thought that he needed to encourage him to practice more.

Otherwise, she might have reached her peak, while he is still in the early stages.

While she was thinking, her name was called again from the stage. Yu Mian turned around and walked onto the stage in one go.

……

On the court, Ning Yue looked at Yu Mian, who was as energetic as a chicken. She had been watching her for the whole day, but she didn't seem tired at all. When she lost her patience, she simply left and waited for the next time.

Her Tianyin Holy Body is still in a dormant stage, so she cannot expose her talent too much for the time being, as she is very easy to be targeted.

hold on.

At least wait until the golden elixir appears, and have a little self-protection power to meet her again.

She stood up, quietly left the arena, and went back to practice.

In her previous life, she was only over 200 years old when she reached the fusion stage. In this life, she has more experience and resources, as well as the memory of countless opportunities. It cannot be that she is slower than before.

Don't worry, there's still time.

Will Venerable Huaici kill his way through the revived Demon Realm more than a decade later, slaughter people in the blood pool, snatch the magic sword, and then be "possessed" by the Demon Lord and commit self-harm?

Then he revived from the brink of death, and finally disappeared without a trace...

The demonic disaster that destroyed the ritual was forced to be delayed for three hundred years.

Ning Yue recalled the memories from shortly after she came to the Wangxian Sect in her previous life. She had only heard about the matter of Venerable Guanci, but no one knew what exactly happened.

It's just a little sad, a peerless genius of his generation...

On Yu Mian’s neck, the sleeping black snake raised its head slightly for a moment, and a synaesthesia was formed between the top cultivator and the heaven and earth.

Even if you curse secretly behind someone's back, it may be sensed.

She only woke up for a moment, and then continued to be unconscious. It was not her intention to be hostile, so there was no need to pay attention to her.

As for the hostile intentions, she had killed most of them.

After the last game, Yu Mian put away his sign and went home. He had earned a few hundred spirit stones by betting on himself today and was in a good mood.

On the way back, I took a look at the spiritual fields. These were the most fertile lands that could support the growth of spiritual plants and spiritual rice in large quantities.

One acre of land is about 600 square meters, and it is covered with a one-meter-thick layer of black soil mixed with inferior spiritual stone ore, which sparkles slightly under the light to the naked eye.

She thought of the Albizia julibrissin sapling in her Qiankun bag and was suddenly moved. She took out a shovel and prepared to prepare some soil to plant the sapling in the Qinghe Hall to keep it company with the old ginkgo tree.

As she was digging, she felt her neck loosen up. She turned around and saw Sheng Qing walking in the air three feet above the ground. She frowned slightly and asked, "Why are you digging?"

"You're made like a little clay monkey." Shengqing was never merciful with his words.

It's always easy to poison someone's heart.

Yu Mian looked at himself and saw that only a little dirt was on the soles of his feet, and his sleeves and hems were not touched, so he clearly didn't look very dirty.

He retorted: "Only a little bit got on my feet."

Sheng Qing glanced at her and asked, "Does it count only when your face is covered in mud?"

"At that time, you were no longer my clay monkey disciple, but an unknown mud monster." She finished her voice with a slight lift, as if she was deliberately teasing her disciple.

Yu Mian saw through the loophole in her words and asked curiously, "So, if I'm dirty, Master won't want me?"

Sheng Qing's eyebrows were stern at first, then he smiled coldly and said gently, "No, I will pick up the little mud monster, wash it clean, and then use gold wire to weave a comfortable and soft rope to tie up your feet that love to jump around."

Yu Mian was so scared that he pulled his feet back and quickly shoveled two more shovels of dirt, "Master, please don't scare me all the time."

"I inherited the legacy from Senior Fox Feifei and found a tree of Albizia Julibrissin in the secret realm. I was thinking of digging the soil and planting it for her."

Sheng Qing felt uncomfortable after hearing this, as if someone had taken a small piece of his disciple away. He took out the red feather fan and fanned it lightly, his brows slightly frowning.

Then I remembered that Yu Mian had also learned Fu Qing's talisman art and Gu Ruci's deduction method...

Except for her fighting skills, it seems that not all of her things came from herself.

I felt a little resentful for a moment. For the first time, I began to regret that I had learned too many things. However, everyone learned too well and I couldn't even compare who was better.

Instead, he seemed to lack expertise, and suddenly became unbalanced, asking, "Mian'er, do you want to learn any techniques from me?"

Yu Mian was digging in the soil. When he heard the voice, he looked up in confusion, "Huh?"

She has already built so many doors, does she need to add more?

"Master, I haven't mastered what I have yet, so I won't ask for anything else. It's better to bite off more than you can chew."

Shengqing was silent upon hearing this...

Yu Mian lowered his head and continued to dig the soil, putting it into his Qiankun bag one hoe at a time. After digging for a while, he found that the surroundings were too quiet. He raised his eyes again and saw Sheng Qing's resentful and melancholy expression.

He instantly let go of the hoe in his hand, and it fell straight into the field.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"I mean, I've already learned enough. If I add more, I'm afraid I'll learn nothing."

"Master, you are extremely talented, diligent and eager to learn. You can naturally digest many techniques with your thirst for knowledge, but I may not be that smart. Can you give me a little more time?"

A cleansing spell was cast, and before she could react she was swept into the air. Sheng Qing pressed her into his arms, and finally smiled.

"Alright, alright... I understand. I don't know what's wrong with your little head. What you say always hurts my heart." She pressed the furry little head into her bosom and buried it tightly. She smiled and said, "You always make me very happy."

“I really want to… I really want to…” Sheng Qing did not finish the second half of the sentence. He just hugged her tightly for a while and took her home.

After being released, Yu Mian's face was flushed, and the tip of her nose was filled with the cool scent of medicine. She squatted on the ground like a radish.

Sheng Qing waved his hand and cleared a field opposite the ginkgo tree. Then he bent down and poked Yu Mian's head, teasing, "Aren't you going to plant trees?"

Yu Mian: Plant some radishes!

So bad, he didn't even give me time to relax after teasing me!