The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

There were many disciples gathered in the market, and the two of them were leading the way, which somewhat slowed down their pace. They saw the people behind them getting closer and closer.

If the use of spiritual power was not prohibited in the market, he would have been knocked down and captured by remote control long ago.

Yu Mian thought to himself that he had only been here a few times, so he thought that they should be chasing Miao Jun, the head with a mark on it. He took out a black object from his Qiankun bag, caught Miao Jun, and stuffed it into his mouth.

He was gasping for breath with his mouth open when suddenly something was stuffed into his throat, almost choking him to death.

Fortunately, it was just a relatively abstract pill, and the spiritual power was automatically absorbed.

He slapped his chest, "What is this?!"

The next moment, Yu Mian threw a homemade fog bomb that he learned from refining equipment behind him, and held Miao Jun's head and leaned to the side.

"Don't ask, shut up, and pretend to be someone who's buying something!" Yu Mian quickly tidied up her messy hair and quickly changed her cassock into the light blue coat that Sheng Qing gave her.

Beside him, Miao Jun's head, which originally had just a few fluffy hairs, began to take root and sprout. After a while, it hung down like a long-haired mop. Then Yu Mian picked up a branch at random from the stall and pinned his hair into a bun with one hand.

The fog bomb dissipated quickly. In just a breath or two, the group of people rushed into the fog, waved their hands and dispersed. Only two girls, one tall and one short, who were shopping, were left there, the cloth stall in front of them, and several male monks coming and going.

"What about people?!"

"He ran here and disappeared."

"This is an intersection. Which way?"

The leading disciple looked around, eliminated the tall monks, and finally his eyes fell on the two tall, short, fat and thin disciples.

A hand patted Miao Jun's shoulder, frightening him so much that his body trembled. He slowly turned his head, revealing his beautiful little mouth that was swollen like a sausage, and his eyes that were swollen to the point of squinting. The man took a step back in shock, drew his sword on the spot, and said angrily, "Monster! How dare you show up in Yunjifang!"

"Fellow Daoist, please hold back!"

A gentle sound like orchid's breath sounded beside her ears. Yu Mian raised her orchid finger, turned around gracefully, and revealed her stunning little face.

The disciple's face turned red the next second, and he stammered, "Fellow Daoist, I... don't know, this... this person is..." He thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how to describe Miao Jun's stunning face.

"Yes, my sister. I wonder if you have any advice for me?"

"She became like this because something went wrong in her practice. In fact, she was as beautiful as a fairy, as beautiful as me. What a pity..." She sighed.

Then her tone changed again: "Fellow Daoist, do you feel that my sister's pitiful appearance annoys you?!" Her tone was gentle, but a little aggressive, which instantly turned the situation around.

The disciple waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, I just felt that this girl looked like someone I know..."

As soon as Yu Mian's robes were exposed, the beautiful landscape patterns on them were spread out, revealing her willow-like figure. The disciple immediately bowed in shame and said, "... I never thought that it was your... your sister! I am sorry for being so rude. Please forgive me."

"Hmph, now that I've seen you, do you still look like that friend?"

"Could it be that you were looking for your beloved sister and found my sister?"

…! ! ?

The monk was followed by several disciples whose eyes fell on Miao Jun's face, then on him. They all took a half step back and looked away, fearing that they would be dragged in.

"No way, this is absolutely impossible!!"

"Hmph, then just leave if you have nothing else to do." Yu Mian snorted proudly, flicked his sleeves, and carried Little Potato towards a cosmetics shop, which was run by a female alchemist in the sect.

Seeing the direction the two were going, the disciple wanted to go forward, but then he stopped and kept his eyes on the back of the beautiful figure.

I really don’t know which mountain this fairy is from…

After retreating to the corner, Yu Mian leaned against the wall with a heavy breath, "Fortunately, fortunately, I almost got beaten up!"

Miao Jun on the side was so swollen that he looked unrecognizable. He opened his mouth and said, "What did you give me to eat? Why does my face feel numb?" He reached out to touch it but was stopped by Yu Mian, who tried to suppress a smile.

"Nothing, just a side effect of the hair growth pill I developed. It usually passes in six hours."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"I love to laugh, is that not okay?"

Yu Mian looked at the humanoid little white mouse and sighed in his heart, it seems that he has failed again.

But at least there is no problem with hair growth...

!

Miao Jun's beautiful hair suddenly fell off his scalp like Buddha, and finally the whole hair fell to the ground like a wig.

His head, which had originally grown a little hair, was now as smooth as new.

"Ah! My hair!?" He touched his head, and his Yizhancha hair experience card expired, and now all that was left was a swollen face like Maitreya.

Yu Mian quickly picked up the hair, put a thin layer of glue on it, and stuck it back on him. "Your head is too eye-catching. Let's just wear it as a wig for now."

"Hey, okay."

After Miao Jun and Yu Mian bought cinnabar on both the east and west streets with that face, they also bought a stack of spiritual yellow paper.

When he was about to ride the white crane back again, the big white crane flapped its wings and pecked at his head.

"Dabai, stop! That's Miao Jun! It's Miao Jun!" Yu Mian quickly grabbed Bai He and finally couldn't help laughing out loud. Bai He, who recognized his presence, was shocked and fluttered his feet, and became even more disgusted with taking him along.

Miao Jun was so depressed that he became a salted fish without dreams, hanging under the crane's claws like a piece of bacon waving in the wind.

"Three hundred people? How did you attract these businesses?" Yu Mian asked him.

Speaking of making money, he became more energetic again. "The foundation-building secret realm some time ago was to prepare for this trial. I became famous among the disciples at that time, and then I designed the talismans into sets to sell!"

"I sell a set of five of the Frost Condensation Talisman, Blasting Talisman, Immobilization Talisman, Invisibility Talisman, and Speeding Talisman for ten low-grade spirit stones. This set can handle 70% of the problems you might encounter."

“That means there should be at least 1,500 of them?!” Yu Mian pinched her philtrum and almost fell off the white crane. Her blood pressure could no longer be controlled.

Suddenly, I started to miss Shengqing. At least she wasn't that bad...

At this point, after calming down, he asked, "Low-level eighth-grade talismans usually cost two spirit stones, but this set has ten, so what's the 20% discount you mentioned?"

Yu Mian could remember that this guy lowered the selling price by exploiting himself!

You really think of yourself as a donkey pulling a millstone!

"Listen to me, this can solve the problem of monks buying horses in the East Market and saddles in the West Market, but the price is indeed not competitive, so I asked the first batch of disciples who bought talismans to introduce customers to me. The more they introduce, the more discounts I will give, and it is a discount for everyone."

"I set the discount to a minimum of 20%, so that they will come together to place orders like a snowball."

"Alas, it's a pity. I calculated that even if you don't eat or drink and work without sleep, you can't swallow all the disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage, so there are only 300 people stuck." At this point, Miao Jun was quite sad. A lot of money slipped through his fingers.

Yu Mian was confused. Isn’t this the same thing as Pinxixi?

She called out tentatively,

"Palace Yuye Liquor?"