Gingerbread lowered her head, and the bulging storage bag lay quietly in her palm.

Her nose suddenly felt sore.

"Second Senior Brother, you are the kindest person." Jiang Bingbing said with a nasal tone before returning the storage bag to Wen Yuzhao.

"Hehe, Bingbing is not short of money. Bingbing likes to make and spend money, and it's not hard work at all."

After she finished speaking, seeing that Wen Yuzhao looked unconvinced, she added, "Well, let me put it this way, just like how Second Senior Brother likes to cook, he doesn't find cooking hard."

"Alright." Wen Yuzhao put his storage bag back in. "Senior brother will do it with you."

Wen Yuzhao kept his word.

I really did spend three hours working with gingerbread.

The senior and junior students worked together.

In a short period of time, they prepared a thousand skewers of Sichuan-style boiled chicken and five hundred packs of Shangri-La beef jerky.

Gingerbread stretched contentedly when it saw the storage bag filled with ingredients.

"It's so late, I'm going back to sleep now."

"Okay." Wen Yuzhao delivered the gingerbread to the door and then went back to tidy up the things on the stove.

He deeply inherited the true teachings of the Immortal Lord Qingxue in this regard.

He is a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder and germaphobia.

Gingerbread stood at the door, watching that back view, and inexplicably felt that the second senior brother was a little lonely.

She shook her head, clearing her mind of all the random thoughts, and hummed a song as she returned to her place.

The moonlight spilled onto the ground, resembling white frost.

The sound of cicadas could be heard.

There was also the snoring of a fluffy little spirit beast.

The air is very fresh.

The night was beautiful.

Immortal Jade Peak—very good.

Gingerbread smiled contentedly.

...

Have a good night's sleep.

I was woken up by a broken clock the next day.

However, being able to make money today is a huge motivation for a money-grubber.

Gingerbread was exceptionally enthusiastic.

She ran to the stream outside to wash her face, then went back to change into a light blue, high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress). It was rare for her to dress so beautifully. She hadn't originally planned to wear a tiger-head hat, but remembering how scorching the sun was, she put on a thin tiger-head hat instead.

He is bending over to put on his shoes.

A paper crane flew in through the window.

The paper crane flapped its wings twice, and its little beak opened and closed, emitting Xie Yingnan's noisy voice.

"Junior Sister, come quick, we're about to set off."

Gingerbread, with her little cloth bag slung across her back, pushed open the door and ran out, with Stinky following behind, jumping onto her shoulder.

When the gingerbread reached the summit.

They saw stinky poop.

Xie Yingnan pinched his nose in disgust, "Why did you bring this guy along?"

"Hmph, peacock, don't pretend. Stinky has shrunk so much that it has almost no smell."

"And it's your savior."

Chou Chou shrunk to the size of a glutinous rice ball, looking aggrieved, and rolled into the gingerbread bag.

Xie Yingnan: "Okay, okay, I was wrong."

Today, Immortal Lord Qingxue was dressed in a light blue robe, exuding an ethereal aura and giving off the feeling of a reclusive sage.

He raised his head, looking very proud, and said:

"Let's go, apprentices."

The formation changed as soon as the spaceship left Xianyu Peak.

Smooth journey all the way.

Today's sect competition.

Nothing different from yesterday.

Even the positions where the sect leader Wuya and the other peak masters sat remained unchanged.

The square was bustling with activity.

Gingerbread sat down next to the sect leader, following Immortal Lord Qingxue.

I had been sitting there for less than fifteen minutes.

She couldn't hold back any longer and started fidgeting. Qingxue Xianjun caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye and said helplessly, "Go out and play. Don't be such a restless monkey."

"Aww~"

Gingerbread chuckled and darted off.

Immortal Lord Qingxue's eyes were full of kindness and affection.

After finishing his tea, Sect Leader Wuya leaned over and said, "Xiaobing is our Sword Sect's lucky star."

"Senior Brother Sect Leader thinks too highly of that girl," Immortal Lord Qingxue said with a modest smile.

at this time.

Qin Jueyi, who rarely spoke and seldom praised anyone, nodded almost imperceptibly. "That girl is kind-hearted, with smiling eyes. She looks like she's destined for good fortune."

"Junior Brother Jiang's disciples are all good."

Immortal Lord Qingxue was shocked.

This is the first time in hundreds of years that Senior Sister Qin has praised him.

I felt inexplicably flattered.

Ma Shu, the peak master of Zhenxiu Peak, joined the discussion, saying, "Bingbing is an unconventional and good child. She and I get along well. If Qingxue hadn't been frozen in the snow for too long when she picked her up, causing her to become mentally impaired, she would definitely have achieved something great."

Knowing that "麻蜀" has no other meaning.

Immortal Lord Qingxue was still unhappy that someone spoke of Ginger Cake in such a way, and said seriously: "Senior Brother, you are mistaken. Whether Little Cake is stupid or not, he is still the most beloved little disciple of my Immortal Jade Peak."

"My brain is so thick, Junior Brother, I misspoke. Xiaobing is also one of our favorite disciples." Knowing how protective this guy was of his own, Ma Shu quickly begged for forgiveness.

Just as the sect leader and several peak masters were having a great chat...

A commotion arose at the entrance to the square.

The sect leader, Wuya, craned his neck to look around.

"What's going on over there?"

Everyone looked over.

A crowd had gathered at the entrance.

Among the crowd of people dressed in plain blue and white sect attire, a yellow tiger-head hat swayed back and forth.

A little girl wearing a pink dress and a tiger-head hat stood on the fence of the square, calling out to customers.

There was a large pot in front of her, and something was inside it. There was also a pile of things on her right.

"Isn't that a pancake?" Ma Shu exclaimed excitedly.

Sect Leader Wuya squinted his old eyes and looked at her. "It really is Bingbing. What is the little girl doing?"

Immortal Lord Qingxue had a strange, bad feeling.

"Han Chuan, go and take a look." Sect Leader Wuya instructed Ling Han Chuan, who was not participating in the competition, to go and check.

Ling Hanchuan rode his flying sword out.

He didn't return until after an incense stick's time had passed.

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