Everyone walked through the bookshelves, looking for martial arts techniques that suited them. If they found them, they would be excited, thrilled and happy.

Although the prices of the books in the Kung Fu Pavilion are already quite cheap, there are still many people who cannot afford them and can only look at others with envy.

Some people, after buying the book, want to make countless copies of the exercises and sell them to others to make a profit.

How could the black market not have anticipated this situation? They had already taken precautions.

Those secret manuals of martial arts were all covered with talismans. When the customers bought them and opened them, the contents of the martial arts would automatically enter the customers' sea of ​​consciousness. Then the martial arts would be automatically destroyed, and the customers would no longer be able to pass on the martial arts to others.

Not to mention making many copies of the exercises.

In addition to selling martial arts techniques, the Kung Fu Pavilion also opened several tea rooms, where monks with high cultivation or outstanding in certain aspects would take turns on duty to answer questions for customers. However, each person could only ask one question for free, and if they wanted to ask more questions, they had to pay.

After all, the time and energy of high-level monks are very precious. How could they do charity without any compensation?

Xue Huan also stood guard in one of the teahouses for a day. Although her cultivation had only reached the foundation-building stage, her knowledge and experience were beyond the reach of ordinary people and were enough to answer most of the questions raised by people.

"Senior, every time the spiritual energy flows here during my cultivation, there is a blockage. I don't know why." A female cultivator who came to ask pointed to her armpit.

Xue Huan: "Try circulating your spiritual energy once."

The female cultivator did as she was told. When the spiritual energy passed through her armpits along the meridians, Xue Huan's spiritual sense observed that the situation was indeed as the female cultivator had just said.

"Human meridians are like rivers, and impurities are like silt. They will gradually accumulate in the body. If they accumulate too much, it will affect the flow of spiritual energy. You have too many impurities accumulated in your body. Go to the Pill Pavilion and buy a bottle of Marrow Cleansing Pill. Take one pill every day, and most of the impurities in your body will be cleared out, but some will still remain in your body.

"As long as a person has not yet left the mortal body, there will be more or less impurities, but as long as the amount does not exceed a certain level, it is not a big problem. In the future, try not to eat those low-quality fasting pills. The Pill Pavilion also sells fasting pills. They are all top-grade or top-grade, with very few impurities, and the price is not expensive."

"Okay, thank you for your help, I'll go check it out right away." The female cultivator bowed to Xue Huan and went out.

The next person walked in.

In this way, until evening, there were fewer people in the Gongfa Pavilion.

Xue Huan stretched, came out of the tea room, said hello to the shopkeeper, and went to Yu Shizhai first.

Now, the braised chicken rice restaurant under her name has opened many branches, including one near the college. Ye Yun is the general manager. Now he has gained experience and manages the business very well.

She didn't need to worry too much, she just had to provide him with the ingredients on time.

In fact, she doesn't need to do the food herself. There is a group of puppets in the space. Although they have no consciousness, they can get things done according to her instructions. They are responsible for tasks such as growing vegetables, harvesting fruits, making sugar, and brewing wine.

She has completely gotten over those things.

Occasionally, when I feel like it, I explore new delicacies and my life is very pleasant.

But why hasn't Pei Ji come back yet? He said he would be back soon, but it's already been more than half a month.

After inspecting Yu Shi Zhai and changing clothes, Xue Huan returned to the academy. She entered the space and took out the pair of bronze fish talismans.

Changming had given her another fish talisman before. After she put it into the space, she was busy and had not had time to fit the two fish talismans together. Now she finally has some free time.

Click!

The two fish symbols fit together perfectly, turning into a complete bronze fish. A slight sound of gears meshing came from the fish's belly. Immediately, the fish's mouth opened and spit out a jade-white bead the size of a grape.

There are cotton-like threads floating inside the beads.

Xue Huan studied it for a while but didn't find anything. Finally, she carefully probed her spiritual sense into it. In an instant, her eyes blurred and she suddenly appeared on the sea.

A man in a white Taoist robe stood in front of her with his hands behind his back. Xue Huan was startled and soon realized that it was not a real person, but a remnant of a soul.

The man turned around, his eyebrows and beard were snow-white, his expression was calm, and he had the demeanor of an immortal and sage.

Seeing Xue Huan, his eyes lit up and he ran to her very quickly, circled around her, and exclaimed in amazement, "Little girl, I see that you have extraordinary bones and extraordinary talent. Do you want to join my Changmei Zhenren lineage and learn the secret method of becoming an immortal?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, that immortal aura disappeared immediately.

He looks like an old man involved in pyramid schemes.

"Senior, if there really is a secret method to become an immortal, why don't you practice it?" Xue Huan looked around, and all he could see was the endless sea. He had no idea where this place was.

Changmei Zhenren glared, "Who said I didn't practice? Of course I—"

Meeting Xue Huan's half-smile, he suddenly became speechless, because her eyes clearly said: Since you are practicing, why are you here?

Changmei sighed suddenly, his face full of vicissitudes: "If I hadn't been harmed by the wicked, I would have ascended to become an immortal long ago, and would not have ended up like this."

"So, you want me to become your disciple and help you get revenge?"

"No need. I've already avenged myself. Humph, even if I have to die, I won't let those who hurt me have an easy life! Now at least I still have a trace of my soul left, but those people don't even have the chance to reincarnate."

Xue Huan: A werewolf.

Changmei looked at her eagerly again: "I have avenged my vengeance. My only regret is that I was unable to leave behind a legacy to inherit my legacy."

Xue Huan: "Senior, since you are already like this, why bother about inheritance?"

If it were her, she wouldn't risk her life for revenge.

Changmei: "Do you know why I can leave behind a trace of my soul that has lasted for thousands of years?"

"Why?"

"It is because of this obsession that I hope someone can remember me and pass on my skills from generation to generation." As he spoke, his expression became lonely.

Xue Huan pondered for a moment. "Although I cannot accept you as my disciple, you can pass on your skills to me, and I will find a suitable successor for you. How about that?"

Changmei shook his head: "Do you think anyone can practice my secret to becoming an immortal? Since you can enter here, it means that you and I are destined to be together. You should become my disciple and inherit my legacy. No one else can do that."

He also shook his head to show his determination.

Xue Huan sighed and turned to leave.

"Hey, stop right there! You little girl, you really don't know how to appreciate your blessings. Think about how many people wanted to become my disciple, but I remained unmoved. How dare you refuse?"