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

Shanshan didn't want to be so stingy, but she had already stopped buying tea from outside. From now on, all the tea the sect would drink would be from this space. It was hard to keep even an ounce of tea after sending a pound. Wouldn't she be furious?

Therefore, this mirror must be "communicated well".

"Hey, are you threatening me?"

Then Shanshan didn't waste any more words and started chanting the spell:

"All kinds of misfortune gather here. The three disasters and eight calamities follow your heart, and bad luck accompanies you. God of Misfortune, obey my command..."

Before Shanshan finished his words, the mirror returned to normal. The figure of Uncle Master Xuanhuang appeared on the other side.

But on the mirror, there were a few more golden words: "Fifty percent."

"All kinds of misfortune gather here. Three disasters and eight calamities..."

The words above immediately changed to: "30%!"

"All sorts of things..."

"10% deal!"

Shanshan smiled and put the talisman away: "Wouldn't it have been better if you did this earlier?"

That Shanshan will not pose any threat to Yicheng, and there is no profit. Why should others listen to you?

After reaching an agreement, Shanshan happily placed the tea can in the mirror. "Master Uncle, take it. Tell Master Uncle Xuantian that this mirror won't swallow too much of my tea leaves now, and I can give you more in the future. That way, Master Uncle Xuantian will be happy and maybe won't do anything to you."

The moment Wu Huang got the tea, he felt the power contained in it. He finally understood why Xuantian cherished that little bit of tea so much.

"It's okay. Your Uncle Xuantian's stuff is just a scratch for me."

Shanshan thought so too. Great-grandmaster Wu Huang had a very strong Yang energy. The ghosts that Great-grandmaster Xuantian created could not enter Great-grandmaster Wu Huang's body at all.

To be honest, it might just bring some harmless misfortune to Uncle Wu Huang.

"That's right."

Wu Huang thought of something and asked, "By the way, what were you shouting just now? You want to see your brothers? That old bastard Xuantian won't even let you see your brothers?"

Shan Shan knew Wu Huang had misunderstood and quickly explained, "No, it's just that I'm usually too busy. I'm working alone here and always have to deal with a lot of things. I suddenly missed my brother today, so I was a little unreasonable."

Wu Huang was relieved: "Okay, when are you free tomorrow, I will tell Xuantian."

Shanshan said quickly, "We are all free tomorrow morning."

Wu Huang nodded: "Okay, I understand. By the way, your great uncle Tianshi asked me to ask you, can you use the mysterious arts now?"

Suddenly, Shanshan realized why the voice sounded so familiar to her. It turned out to be the great-grandfather of the Heavenly Master.

She could also understand why Uncle Tianshi didn't appear in front of the mirror. It was because Shanshan was afraid of him.

Of course, it’s not that Master Suan Tianshi’s uncle is not good-looking. On the contrary, Master Suan Tianshi’s uncle is now in his sixties and is still very elegant. Not to mention when he was young, he was really a super handsome man.

Of course, when Shanshan met him, Uncle Tianshi was already a man in his forties.

But for some reason, Shanshan was afraid when she saw him, and it was a fear deep in her bones.

It is precisely because of his great-grandfather, the Master of Arithmetic, that Shanshan is naturally afraid of all those who belong to the arithmetic sect.

But in fact, everyone in the Arithmetic School was really nice to her.

In particular, the step-out bed she was sleeping on now was actually made for her by her great-grandmaster Uncle Tianshi himself.

"To be honest with you, Uncle Master, I've been able to use it since I woke up after fainting last time. However, I still don't seem to have the talent for the Mystic Arts, and I'm still unable to draw talismans independently like them. Therefore, Uncle Master Xuantian gave me all the talismans that the disciples of the Mystic Arts Sect practiced."

Shanshan heard a cold voice over there saying, "Oh, he does know how to deal with garbage. Since you can use those, then you should also be able to use some of the little gadgets I have here.

Take the mirror to an open area."

Shanshan blinked her eyes. Was it what she thought?

"Oh well."

As she said that, Shanshan came to the alfalfa field she planted with a mirror in her arms.

The alfalfa in the field was growing well, but Shanshan was eager to raise animals there, so he decided to plow it again later and plant medicinal herbs.

"Have you taken it out?"

Shanshan realized she had been absent from her duties again. Alas, that was easy to happen when her mind was not thinking about work. "Alright, alright. The disciple has left."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shanshan saw that in just a short while, the dust on the other side of the mirror had piled up into a small hill.

Shanshan was afraid that there wouldn't be enough space, so she took some out when she saw there were too many. Soon, her alfalfa field became a furniture store.

Shanshan suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up, and a pen and paper appeared in his hand. Then he started drawing on the paper.

The living room of her new house was still empty. Shanshan had no intention of decorating the hall according to Hui-style standards. That would have seemed a bit dull. She thought a modern Chinese-style sofa would be better than a traditional one.

Then you can set up a tea room and a chess and card room there. That would be great too.

Shanshan drew the blueprint he had in mind. After the other side quieted down, Shanshan chuckled:

"Master uncle, I bought a house here, but I'm still short of furniture."

"Give me the blueprint."

Still no appearance, the voice came out from inside again.

I don’t know why, maybe because she has grown up, but now she is not afraid of this voice. Instead, she feels that this voice is very familiar.

"Okay okay."

Then Shanshan sent the drawings over.

However, after looking at the drawings, the other party frowned and said, "I'm talking about your family's drawings."

That Shanshan suddenly understood: "Okay, okay. Uncle-master, we have new equipment here. Please wait for me to ask Shiqing to take a picture of the overall structure tomorrow. I will give it to you when I am done."

The other side said: "Hmm"

"It's you!" Shan Shan heard the voice of Grandmaster Xuantian and immediately stuck out her tongue: "Grandmasters, it's getting late. I'm pregnant, so I'll just rest first, haha."

After saying that, Shanshan gestured to the Space-Time Mirror: "Quick, close the connection."

The next moment, Shanshan no longer saw the person opposite him.

"Very good, very good. Tomorrow I will make you a special tea as a reward!"

If you hit someone with a stick, you should also give him a date, right?

However, she was now troubled by the things that her uncle, the arithmetic master, had brought from her home, which had piled up like a mountain in the space.

What was she going to do with all this? She didn't have a warehouse that big.

"One hundred kilograms of tea, I'll get it for you."

The glitter was dazzled by the bright glowing words. It was hard not to see.

Just as Shanshan was about to speak, he saw another horizontal message appear on the space-time mirror: "Don't bargain. No tea, no warehouse."

"No, that's 100 kilograms. How can I possibly get that in such a short time?"

It will rain in this space, otherwise the tea on her tea mountain will not continue to grow.

It is because it will rain in space that Shanshan is worried about this pile of wooden objects.

Alas, she never thought that one day she would cherish these "trash" that everyone looked down upon.

You know, in the past they always offered her the best things to exchange for tea, but she might not like it.

"It can't be done without 100 kilograms of tea."

"Can't do it? What a coincidence! I can't do it with 100 kilograms of tea either."

That's a hundred kilograms. How much can she collect in a day? From picking to making tea, she can only collect a kilogram of this kind of fresh tea in a day. How can she possibly do a hundred kilograms?

"Forget it. It's not necessary to use the warehouse. The worst that can happen is I can just buy some more plastic sheeting."

"I can also upgrade a medicine garden for you!"

Shanshan was already thinking about how to buy plastic sheeting so that Jiang Ningming wouldn't become suspicious.

"Forget it, let's not make things difficult for each other. Although I don't know what you need so much tea for, it seems that you really need it. As for me, I will get some for you when I have time. After all, it is because of you that I now have this secret realm and the opportunity to communicate with my master. I will still be grateful. Forget about the rest."

There are plenty of medicinal herbs in Yaowang Valley. As long as she asks, she can get as much as she wants.

Besides, while the upgrade after 100 days sounds tempting, her furniture can't be left exposed for 100 days. Far water can't quench immediate thirst. Whether she can even live that long is a question. How exhausted must she be thinking about this before she dies?

That's right, she has no fighting spirit. She does what she can do, and gives up on what she can't.

As Shanshan was about to leave, the words on the time-space mirror changed again: "One year of tea energy! As long as you give me the tea energy that restored your great-grandmaster's vitality last time, just one year will be enough."

Shanshan shrugged, "Then I'm even more helpless. The tea energy was passed on by Xianyun, and I can't do it. If you want it, you have to find her."

"It's not impossible."

As soon as the words fell, Xianyun appeared in front of Shanshan.

That Shanshan was speechless: "Isn't your retreat a bit casual?"

Xianyun didn't care what she said. Even if she retreated for a few days, it wouldn't be as effective as the hint of tea aroma from Shanshan. The most important thing was that Shanshan now had a lot of faith.

She guessed that this mirror must be about faith, and to be honest, she was also tempted.

The last time she saved Xuantian's life, she also gained a lot.

"Just tell me whether you want to upgrade your space?"

Of course she wanted to.

Xianyun and Shanshan were in tune with each other, so they naturally knew each other's thoughts. Of course, if Shanshan didn't let Xianyun know, she wouldn't be able to find out, as Shanshan held the power. This was why Shanshan was so angry. How could she not be angry when her freedom was gone?

"If you want to, why are you still talking so much? You just need to practice for a while. Leave the rest to me."

Shanshan thought it was a good idea, so he went to the place where he usually did morning exercises in the tea mountain and started practicing boxing and practicing the Heart Sutra.