The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"Sister He! Slow down! Slow down!" Miao Jun was lifted up by the white crane's shoulders, and like a battering ram, he broke through the layers of clouds, leaving behind several white cloud tails of neither long nor slow.

As the white crane danced in the sky, it saw the mountains and clouds ahead, fixed its eyes on them, and spread its wings to speed up.

This time, Yu Mian on his back was also crashed into the thick cloud, and was intoxicated by the pure spiritual energy cloud.

When she emerged from the mist, her face was slightly flushed and her head felt dizzy, as if she was intoxicated by oxygen.

Yu Mian lay on Bai He and patted her gently, "Dabai, stop playing."

The white crane cried softly, opened its beak to indicate something, and looked a little annoyed.

Yu Mian just remembered something, "Oh! You said the spiritual fruit that you promised me that day, sorry, sorry, I accidentally forgot about it."

She took out the basic spiritual fruits from the Qiankun bag given to her by Lu Wuqie and threw them forward. After the white crane took them into its stomach, it increased its flying altitude and rushed out of the clouds and mountains.

Miao Jun was already drunk and dizzy, with white tiger whiskers popping out on his face. He nodded his head and heard what Yu Mian said, and hurriedly took out the Holy Spirit Fruit from his Qiankun bag.

"Sister He, fruits? I have a lot here!" He threw them forward with his hands so fast that afterimages appeared, as if he was throwing sandbags.

It wasn't until the white crane's belly became slightly round that it lowered its head and pecked him lightly, indicating that it was full, that it stopped.

Rubbing his temple, Yu Mian felt his meridians swelling. It seemed that he had hit the barrier of the late stage of Qi Refining just now, but now was not a good time to break through.

She followed the spiritual power route that Sheng Qing had led her through, and spread the spiritual power throughout her body, which alleviated the discomfort caused by the increase in spiritual power.

If one does not keep his word, he will not succeed.

What cultivators seek is to be successful, and they must remember the promises they made in the future. This time it was just Bai He, but who knows what it will be next time, Yu Mian secretly warned himself.

Wherever you look, you can see people gathering.

The combination of two people, one tall and one short, a girl and a bald head is really eye-catching.

If Miao Jun was not wearing the robes of the Wangxian Sect and there were no Buddhist practitioners in the Wangxian Sect, people would have thought that he was the little monk who was tricked out of the temple by a demon.

And Yu Mian, after practicing for just over a month to remove the impurities, her already charming face became even more charming, her skin was translucent and porcelain white, her red lips were as beautiful as red cherries hanging on the trees, and her eyes were watery like the clear surface of a lake, reflecting the mountains and rivers.

She really loved and hated this face. Every time she looked at herself in the bronze mirror and was stunned by her own beauty, Yu Mian would think of the "Shaoyin Holy Body" that was gradually becoming unsuppressible, a physique that many evil spirits coveted.

She searched countless books but couldn't find a solution to the Shaoyin Holy Body. When it completely broke out, it would become a succubus body in the world, and every frown and smile would reveal a seductiveness.

Apart from the heroine's Tianyin Holy Body, there is nothing better.

Time is running out, she has to break through the foundation building stage as soon as possible within half a year. At least then she will not be a fish on the chopping board of others. Having the ability to protect herself is more reassuring than any external protection.

"Seventh-grade cinnabar... I remember my senior brother told me that there are seven shops selling cinnabar in Yunjifang. The three on East Street are opened by outsiders of the sect, so the prices are a bit higher. The two on West Street are opened by two Jindan elders, so they are the most affordable. The other two on North Street are said to be the property of Venerable Hanguang..." Miao Jun introduced to Yu Mian while standing at the intersection.

When Yu Mian heard Venerable Han Guang, he couldn't help but feel guilty for a moment, and pointed directly to West Street, "Then why are you hesitating? Let's go directly to the most affordable one."

“Although it is affordable, I heard that the success rate of the cinnabar from those two companies is relatively low. I heard that it is because the purity of the cinnabar extracted by the Jindan elder is relatively poor.” Miao Jun stopped Yu Mian’s action and continued: “The one with the most balanced purity and success rate is the one from Venerable Han Guang.”

"No...Taihang." Yu Mian said guiltily.

Miao Jun scratched his bald head and asked in confusion, "Why? I heard that Venerable Han Guang was injured some time ago, and his disciples are working hard to raise spirit stones. Recently, they are 80% off. I originally wanted to go to North Street."

"Because..." Yu Mian whispered in Miao Jun's ear.

"Wow!" Upon hearing this, Miao Jun shouted loudly in the busy street, attracting a lot of attention from the surroundings.

"But, isn't your master's Taoist name Huaici?" Miao Jun's original imagination of Master Yu Mian was that of a beautiful, indifferent, and gentle Taoist. Now his imagination was shattered.

Well this...

Later, Yu Mian also looked up the origins of Taoist names. Some were named after their surnames, such as Lu Zhenren, and some were named after their abilities, such as Elder Chongdan, who could make two or more pills from the same elixir, or Elder Qianguan, who was named after his achievements and guarded the Thousand Gates single-handedly.

Of course, there are also special ones like Sheng Qing, who are too cruel, so they use Taoist names to make up for their lack of murderous intent.

Yu Mian asked, "Don't you look at the merit list?"

"Merit list? I've heard of it, but after refining Qi, I've been earning spirit stones all the time, so I don't have time to go there." Miao Jun showed how he earned spirit stones while practicing, and how he had just broken through to the middle stage of Qi refining.

Yu Mian was so jealous that he was completely unrecognizable.

I have to say, this kid is the one with the most extraordinary talent, right?

Apart from class, I haven't seen him practice at all, but his speed is almost catching up with my own, who practices day and night.

Yu Mian patted his chest and said, "Keep calm, keep calm..."

Cultivating immortals is like this, some people walk on foot, some ride electric donkeys, and some ride Kunpeng for 90,000 miles.

"Then let's go to East Street."

Yu Mian: "No, let's go to West Street and get two, and East Street and get two too. Practice makes perfect."

"to make."

The two figures turned and passed by each other, and the little bald head that was so conspicuous in the crowd caught people's eyes.

"It's them!"

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, and a group of disciples wearing Foundation Establishment robes chased after the two of them. The sound of footsteps could be heard on the street.

When Miao Jun heard the voice, his head turned, and before he could see who was coming, he slipped and started running. Before Yu Mian could react, he saw Miao Jun running, so he slipped and chased after him.

"Miao Jun, who are those people behind us?!" Yu Mian has long legs and runs faster. After catching up with Miao Jun's fat belly, he turned around and asked with wide eyes.

Miao Jun gritted his teeth and walked very fast with his short legs. "They are some disciples who specialize in selling talismans. I stole some of their business!"

"Are you sure you only robbed a little?! They were chasing you so hard?"

"Stop, don't run!?"

"How dare you steal our business!"

"Fuck, catch them and teach them a lesson!"

Miao Jun was trembling with running. He raised his hand and gestured a small three with two fingers. He panted and said, "The final trial of the Foundation Establishment disciples this year is about to begin... I thought about your... speed... 80 tickets a day should be no problem... I'll give them 20% off and set the price at 3... 300..."

"Three hundred?! You want me to stay up all night, right?!" Yu Mian raised his voice.

“…No…No, it’s three hundred people!” Miao Jun did not forget to smile proudly, revealing his two sharp fangs, which contrasted with his bald head.

Yu Mian almost fainted on the spot.

What a scam!

I'll kill you first!!