The last disciple who traveled through Medicine King Valley sells goods live

As Xiaoshan walked to the mirror, she saw Master Xuantian looking at her speechlessly.

"Do you know what you're doing?"

That Xiaoshan touched his nose and said, "Master uncle, I didn't intend to do anything. I just wanted to sell an insignificant item. I heard that antiques are very valuable."

Xuantian scolded: "What do you mean by insignificant? What is an antique? It is an item that has been preserved after the precipitation of time.

Are you underestimating the people there? How are you going to explain to them that your antiques are only a few years old? How are you going to explain to them how they came to be?

Xiao Shan was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat: "You can even find out the year?"

"You don't understand antiques, yet you dare to act rashly? You're simply courting death!"

Xiaoshan couldn't help but feel scared, but seeing Xuantian scolding with a handsome mouth and the concern in his eyes, Xiaoshan couldn't help feeling aggrieved.

"Disciple has no other choice..."

Xiaoshan told him about his situation when he first arrived, how the herbs here were distorted, and how he didn't even have a house.

Xuantian sighed, "I'm sorry to trouble you. Well, I'll try to send the herbs to you from here. As for the money, I'll make plans after you recover a little."

That Xiao Shan thought he had misheard: "Send it, send it over here?"

Is my uncle-master so powerful?

But why did she feel a little nervous after hearing what her uncle-master said?

Almost subconsciously, Xiao Shan asked, "Uncle Master, will this hurt you?"

Xuantian didn't expect Xiaoshan to ask this question: "I didn't expect that this opportunity would open your eyes to the mystical arts."

Xiaoshan didn't think she had come to her senses, otherwise those spells would be useless.

But she understood one thing, that doing so would hurt Xuantian.

Because Xiaoshan was taught by the great master himself, her uncles were the closest to her, which was why she had her own tea garden in Yaowang Valley.

And these uncles were like her parents. They worried about her, so how could she bear to let them get hurt?

"No need, Uncle Master. I've already opened up a medicinal field in the space, and I'll be able to grow medicinal herbs myself soon. As for money, it's different here than back home. There are many job opportunities. I'm a disciple of the Medicine King Valley, and isn't it all about making money? I can definitely do it!"

Xuantian nodded in satisfaction at Xiaoshan's words: "It's great that you think so. Because you have escaped from fate, I can't know as much as before, and I can't give you too much advice. Remember not to be impulsive over there."

The little mountain's eyes were slightly red. "Master uncle, you look so pale because you have been calculating your disciple's fate? I don't understand what fate is, but I just hope that Master uncle is well. I promise you that I will protect myself and will not do such a thing again. Please don't calculate my fate again."

Xuantian felt a little sad when he saw the child who had been protected so well by them and was now so sensible: "Okay, Uncle Master promises that he will protect me well."

After ending the call with Xuantian, Xiaoshan took a look at the things in the room, then looked at the things he was going to sell, and finally put them back in their original places.

She also felt sorry for these things. Everything here was her memory of Yaowang Valley. How could she bear to give them up?

Since she couldn't sell it, she tried other ways.