Don't mess with the little apprentice sister! She is greedy and immoral

As soon as Xiang Qing finished speaking, everyone's eyes fell on Elder Fu Yao.

Elder Fu Yao was also a little curious, so he actually calculated it.

But after she finished the calculation, her expression was a little strange.

"Elder Fu Yao, may I ask, what is the divination result..." Seeing this, Huai Xu hurriedly took the initiative to ask.

Elder Fu Yao smiled upon hearing this, and seemed to be in a good mood: "Oh, how should I put it, Qin Zhen is indeed going to get married."

"I'm going to take my junior sister home!"

Upon hearing this, Jingxing could no longer sit still.

"I'll go too." Huai Xu said, "Junior Sister may have been deceived by her family. As the eldest senior brother, I can't just sit there and do nothing."

Xiang Qing quickly raised his hand and said, "I want to go too. I want to go too! I have never been to a fellow disciple's home as a guest. I want to go and take a look."

Jing Xing tilted his head and looked at the big tree on the side: "Are you going or not?"

Ning Po: “…”

Why is it that no matter how he hides, Jingxing is always the first to discover his presence?

Could Jingxing’s origin be a dog?

Ning Po's mind was full of thoughts, but his expression remained as cold as ever:

"go."

Mu Guiyi was about to say something, then he saw Fu Yao quickly blinked at him.

After all, they have been together for so many years, so how could he not see the meaning of Fu Yao's eyes.

This means that he should not worry about it.

It seems that the result of Fu Yao's divination is not a bad one.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have allowed Xiang Qing, whose health had not yet recovered, to join in the fun.

After realizing this, Mu Guiyi instantly relaxed.

He even said calmly:

"Do you know where Qin Zhen's home is?"

This really stumped them.

Because Qin Zhen never talked about family matters, they knew almost nothing about Qin Zhen.

Not to mention Qin Zhen's home, no one even knows where she is from or whether the name Qin Zhen is real.

Jing Xing reacted extremely quickly and looked directly at Mo Wen who was leading Qin Zhen into the door.

"Elder Mo, what do you know?"

"I noticed that Qin Zhen was very generous in her spending before, and she had spirit stones to spend freely even before she joined the sect. I guess she must be from a family of immortal cultivators?"

Elder Mo Wen recalled the scene when he first met Qin Zhen and spoke.

"A noble family with the surname Qin?"

Jingxing has begun to recall the list of aristocratic families that he knows.

However, the surname "Qin" is quite common. There must be at least a thousand, if not ten thousand, such families.

Still can't be sure of Qin Zhen's origins.

"Elder Mo, do you know anything else?"

Huai Xu asked again.

Mo Wen heard this, looked up at the sky, rubbed his chin, and tried to recall:

"Speaking of which, that annoying Mingzhe from the Tianyan Sect might also be a clue."

"Mingzhe? Who?" Ning Po had never heard of this name.

Jingxing did have some impression of him. After all, it was rare to find someone as annoying as him.

So, even though they only met once when they went to the East China Sea Secret Realm, he remembered it.

What are the characteristics of this person?

Jingxing recalled carefully.

"That Mingzhe has an accent that sounds like he's from the south."

“This clue is too broad.”

It was not until now that the group of people realized how little they knew about Qin Zhen.

After all, in their opinion, it doesn’t matter where Qin Zhen came from, why she came, or who is in her family.

The only thing that matters is Qin Zhen. As long as she is their junior sister, nothing else matters.

But who could have thought that this kind of thoughtfulness would make them feel a little troubled at this time.

"Master, can you calculate where my junior sister is?" Xiang Qing decided to ask Elder Fu Yao for help directly.

"It can be calculated, but this is little Qin Zhen's privacy. As an elder, it would not be appropriate for me to speak out rashly."

Fu Yao declined politely.

After hearing this, several people did not dare to ask any further questions.

"what!"

Mo Wen, on the other hand, suddenly raised his head as if he had thought of something.

"Elder Mo, have you thought of anything else?"

Mo Wen's face turned a little red, and he seemed a little embarrassed.

He coughed lightly, then scratched his head, and then replied:

"How should I put it? I don't know if it can be considered a clue."

"You tell me first." Huai Xu said.

"At that time, Qin Zhen bought a robe for Mingzhe. Later, for some reason, the robe was thrown away by Qin Zhen. But... I thought the robe could still be used, so, uh... I picked it up."

After Mo Wen finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

Speaking of which, the main reason why the Po Yun Sect was widely rumored to be extremely poor, apart from the fact that they did not like to show off their wealth, was only because of Mo Wen.

Mo Wen was a sword cultivator, and everyone knew that nine out of ten sword cultivators were poor, and the other one... was extremely poor.

Mo Wen is the one who died of poverty.

He clearly made a lot of money and got a lot of magic weapons, but he spent them all on the sword.

In addition, he was used to being poor when he was a child, so he was relatively frugal and developed good habits of diligence and thrift.

Therefore, whenever he saw something usable outside, he would often pick it up and bring it back to the Poyun Sect.

He is so good at picking up things that over the years, the Qiankun Ring has been unable to hold any more.

Therefore, he directly opened up a cave on the top of his mountain as a warehouse to store the things he picked up.

Mo Wen never felt that there was anything shameful about this kind of behavior, so he didn't avoid people at all.

Gradually, word began to spread outside—

"The Poyun Sect is so poor that the elders are out there picking up scraps and garbage."

At first, when Mo Wen heard this rumor, he angrily refuted it.

However, the point of the rebuttal was not that the Poyun Sect was not rich at all, but rather:

"How come it's broken and rubbish? It's obviously still usable!"

Now, the rumor has been confirmed.

Because of this sentence, everyone's impression of the Poyun Sect has changed from poor to extremely poor.

As Mo Wen went to Wenxiantai to pick vegetables from time to time, rumors of "unable to afford the fasting pills, picking wild vegetables to fill hunger" began to spread.

Although Mo Wen went to pick vegetables, it was purely because the food grown in Xiantai tasted better than that grown in other places.

As for the other people in Poyun Sect, when have they ever cared about the opinions of the outside world?

Therefore, these rumors have been ignored and have become more and more rampant.

In the end, Jingxing was the first to come to his senses: "Is that robe still there?"

"Here." Mo Wen was not embarrassed at all. He took out the robe from the Qiankun Ring and handed it over.

The robe is the simplest basic one with simple runes painted on it.

And inside the robe, there was a word embroidered that was different from the runes.

"It looks like the logo of a clothing store. Based on this, we should be able to find where Junior Sister's hometown is."

"I'll check." Huai Xu nodded.