Dressed as a scumbag and survived with a vest

The two soon returned to Qing Lingzong. The East Peak was shrouded in clouds and mist, as if it hadn't changed a bit for many years. The disciples were flying in the air with their swords. When they saw Wu Jinyun and Yan Qing, they stopped in midair and bowed their hands in salute.

"Master!" "Master!" shouted endlessly.

Yan Qing put on a fairy-like appearance, nodded slightly, and led Wu Jinyun back to the room.

Along the way, he was very worried that Wu Jinyun would attack him like he did in the tomb and the secret realm, hugging or kissing him regardless of the occasion, but until he returned to the house, Wu Jinyun stood obediently by the side without overstepping. Anyone who sees his actions is a well-behaved and respectful disciple.

Yan Qing couldn't help but glared at him fiercely, and suddenly realized that she was deceived by this guy like the other disciples. This guy looked respectful on the outside, but in fact he was very dark inside.

After returning to the room and closing the door, Yan Qing opened the storage bag, poured all the spirit stones on the couch, took off her shoes and sat on it, counting the spirit stones one by one.

The happiest time for human beings is probably when counting money and cramp.

Yan Qing is so happy right now, the spirit stones have filled the entire bed, not counting the other spirit grasses and spirits.

He counted the pieces one by one, very slowly, as if this could increase the number of spirit stones.

"let me help you."

A deep voice rang in his ears, and then, Wu Jinyun climbed onto the couch and sat opposite Yan Qing, with a slight smile on his handsome face, he lowered his head under Yan Qing's vigilant eyes, and picked up the bag on the bed. Lingshi, counting slowly.

Yan Qing was relieved that this guy didn't act like a monster.

Time passed by every minute and every second, no matter how slow the count was, there would be a time when the count would be over, not to mention that the spirit stones were not piled up like a huge hill.

"There are 20 and [-] yuan of high-grade spirit stones here, how much are you there?" Yan Qing asked.

"A total of 580 high-grade spirit stones."

"That's more than 5000 spirit stones."

Yan Qing calculated in her heart, added her original spirit stones, and finally came to a conclusion, "There are still more than 3000 spirit stones short."

Disappointed, he took the Lingshi to his storage bag, and sighed slightly. He thought that a large box should be enough, but he didn't expect it to be worse!

"Is Master short of spirit stones?" Wu Jinyun sat on the other side of the low table, a faint white soft light radiated from the lampstand, reflecting his handsome and sharp eyes.

"Of course, the ice crystal chalcedony costs 1 yuan of high-grade spirit stones." Yan Qing said while loading the spirit stones.Lingshi made a clattering sound, which was very pleasant.

This is the voice of FusionExcel.

"Ice crystal chalcedony costs 1 yuan of high-grade spirit stones?" Wu Jinyun seemed a little unbelievable, with long black eyebrows raised, "Who is so foolish?"

"The auction house in Ancient Jiaocheng sells so much."

"You don't need to buy it, it's worth at most 5000 yuan of high-grade spirit stones."

Yan Qing said helplessly: "Then you say I don't go to Gujiao City to buy it, where can I get ice crystal chalcedony?"

Wu Jinyun fell silent, her eyes were dark, she seemed to be very dissatisfied, but she couldn't get angry.After a while, he said in a deep voice, "I can't find ice crystal chalcedony, but I can provide you with spirit stones."

Yan Qing had almost finished collecting the spirit stones, and raised her head in surprise when she heard the words, "Do you have spirit stones?"

Wu Jinyun nodded.

Yan Qing shook her head and said, "Forget it, that's your spirit stone, keep it for yourself."

He remembered that when Wu Jinyun first started, he gave him the spirit stones himself, even if he had the spirit stones, it was just a drop in the bucket.

"Master, have you forgotten that I am a pure blood of the witch clan?"

Wu Jinyun expressed dissatisfaction with his refusal, and the relationship has already been confirmed, Yan Qing always clearly distinguishes some trivial matters, what is this going to do?Do you wait until you find a chance to break up?

"You are a pure blood of the witch clan, and then what?" Yan Qing raised her eyes, puzzled.

"You wait for me." Wu Jinyun felt that his dignity as a man was being challenged, he was a little impatient, got off the bed and walked out the door.

Yan Qing stared at his back suspiciously, feeling that he was like a male peacock about to unfurl its tail, hurriedly preparing to show off its skills.

Shaking his head, after sorting out the spirit stones, he went to sort out other spirit objects.

"These things should be able to sell for a lot of money, right?" Yan Qing said to herself, planning to go to Ancient Jiaocheng in two days.

About half an hour later, the door of the room was pushed open, and Wu Jinyun walked in from the outside with empty hands.

Yan Qing stared at him suspiciously.

Wu Jinyun opened his storage bag, dumped it on the ground, and a lot of spiritual grass fell in the center of the room, gradually piled up into a hill.

"Where do you get so many spirit herbs?" Yan Qing walked up to him, staring curiously at the pile of spirit herbs on the ground.With the help of Qianqiu Jue, Yan Qing managed to recognize some of the spiritual herbs. He saw that there were several kinds of spiritual herbs in the pile of spiritual herbs that were very rare and precious.

"I just got some from the Spirit Grass Garden, as well as the ones I collected before."

As Wu Jinyun said, he bit his wrist, and as Yan Qing exclaimed, bright red blood came out and all dripped onto the pile of spiritual grass.

"What are you doing?" Yan Qing asked in surprise, then paused, a look of surprise flashed across her eyes, "You want to cultivate spiritual grass?"

I almost forgot that the pure blood of the witch race can promote the rapid growth and development of spirit grass, and its effect is similar to that of Penglai spirit milk.

After dripping the blood, Wu Jinyun put his hands on the haystack, and his palms gradually glowed green.

Yan Qing speculated that it should be some kind of growth-promoting spell.

Green light enveloped the whole pile of spiritual grass. Gradually, the spiritual grass changed. It slowly grew branches and buds like fast-forward, blossomed and bear fruit, and the color also changed. Finally, it became extremely mature, and it was extraordinary at first glance.

"It's amazing!" Yan Qing couldn't help admiring.

Hearing his exclamation, Wu Jinyun withdrew his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, in a great mood.

"Any one of the spirit grass here can be sold for a good price. You don't need to worry about the problem of the mind stone." Wu Jinyun said lightly.

Yan Qing reluctantly moved her eyes away, and turned to Wu Jinyun, her eyes were full of obvious admiration, "It's really amazing!"

Unexpectedly, her boyfriend turned out to be a hidden rich man. He thought that only when Wu Jinyun returned to Bahuang and inherited the position of Wu Clan patriarch could he become rich. Now he found that the big boss is worthy of being a big boss, and he has food everywhere he goes. eat.

Wu Jinyun lowered his head, met his gaze, and said in a low voice, "It's amazing."

Yan Qing nodded.

"If you are powerful, you will be called Xianggong."

Yan Qing didn't expect him to say such words, she was slightly taken aback, and then blushed.

Sure enough, all obedient and respectful people are fake, just a black heart.

"What nonsense! I am your master, you have to respect me!" Yan Qing felt that it was necessary to put on airs of a master, lest the other party ride on her head.

"I especially respect Master." Wu Jinyun said with a smile, and put his head in front of Yan Qing's face, getting closer and closer, forcing him to lean back.

"You..." When there was no way to retreat, Yan Qing was about to lose her temper.

Wu Jinyun suddenly covered his forehead, with a look of pain on his face.

Yan Qing didn't care about getting angry, grabbed his hand, and said anxiously: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

"Just now, in order to promote the growth of the spirit grass, I put too much blood and used too much spiritual power. It seems that my soul has been hurt again..." Wu Jinyun frowned in pain, "Master, help me!"

He suddenly fell forward and pressed on Yan Qing.

Yan Qing caught it subconsciously, and touched his chest, which was as hard as a rock and extremely strong.Wu Jinyun is tall, with long legs, and a tight figure. At first glance, she looks thin, but when she really presses down on someone, she realizes that she is very heavy, not light.

Yan Qing was almost pressed to the ground by him, but fortunately she remembered that as a master, she couldn't just fall down, so she took two steps back to stabilize her figure.

"How can I help you?" He asked hastily.

Wu Jinyun whispered a word in his ear, Yan Qing's face turned red, her dark eyes were clouded with mist, and she lowered her head slightly.

Seeing that he was still, Wu Jinyun yelled louder and louder, "It hurts, it really hurts."

He stood up firmly, and said with a pale face: "I know that Master is resistant, so I don't bother Master, as long as I carry it, I can carry it over."

"No!" Yan Qing quickly raised her head and asked hesitantly, "Aside from that...is there any other way?"

Wu Jinyun shook his head, regretfully said: "Only a spiritual friendship can help me relieve the pain...Master, if you don't want to, I won't force you. It's okay, I'm fine at all."

He tried his best to squeeze out a fragile smile, like a child who has been hurt a lot, trying to hide the hurt in order not to make adults sad, which is particularly distressing.

Yan Qing's heart softened into a ball, took a deep breath, and said with a blushing face, "Then...then God will make friends."

Wu Jinyun still shook his head, "Master can't stand it, forget it."

"Yes, it's okay." Yan Qing stammered, "I can hold on."

Wu Jinyun looked at him for a while, and then heaved a long sigh, "Master, in my current state, I have to have two sessions."

"Two, two times?!" Yan Qing's eyes widened in fright, he couldn't stand it once, how about two times?

"No, no, I will die." He shook his head desperately and backed away.

"Then forget it." Wu Jinyun sighed, his face became paler, turned around, and suddenly coughed heavily.

That cough made Yan Qing's heart tremble, and he finally stopped hesitating, stepped forward and grabbed Wu Jinyun's arm, and said as if dying: "Okay, twice, twice, but each time, don't take as long as last time." It's too long."

Wu Jinyun stood up and turned her head with gratitude.

"no problem."

He promised honestly, clasped Yan Qing's waist, and carried him to the bed.

then……

Yan Qing slept for a long time with tears in the corners of her eyes.

Satisfied, Wu Jinyun lay on the bed and hugged him tightly, kissing his forehead, cheeks, and the tip of his nose.

Why is this person so cute?

Just like the glutinous rice balls in the Lantern Festival, steaming hot, crystal and lovely, jumping around in the bowl, shouting at everyone: "Come, come and eat me."

People can't wait to bite him into pieces, chew them up, and swallow him in one bite, and they will never be separated again.

When the spiritual power of the communication talisman fluctuated, Wu Jinyun raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to open Yan Qing's storage bag, took out the flashing communication talisman from inside, and disappeared into the room without a sound. When he reappeared, he was already outside the house.

"Yan Qing, come to Xifeng!"

A cheerful woman's voice came from the communicator.

Miao Tianyang?

Thinking of Yan Qing's frequent visits to Miao Tianyang, Wu Jinyun felt uneasy for a while, and responded lightly.

"Who are you?" Miao Tianyang realized that it was not Yan Qing, and asked sharply.

"Master Miao, I am Wu Jinyun."

"Xiaoyun? How did you pick up your master's communication talisman? Return it to him soon, children, don't meddle in the affairs of adults."

Wu Jinyun's brows moved slightly, "I'm not a child."

"Stop rambling, quickly give your communication talisman to your master, I have something important to say."

"If there is anything you can tell me, I will convey it to him."

Miao Tianyang was a little angry, "It's not your turn to convey the matter between me and him, understand?"

Anger gradually gathered in Wu Jinyun's eyes, "What's going on between you two?"

"Don't ask."

"Of course I want to ask. I'm with Master now, and I'm his future companion. His affairs are my affairs." Wu Jinyun said.

Miao Tianyang: "...???"

Miao Tianyang: "...!!!"