Chapter 18 You don’t lack resources, you lack popularity
The treetops sway gently, the green is swaying, and scattered hibiscus flowers are dotted among the leaves.
The rocking chair under the tree was empty; no one knew where Elder Zuo had gone.
"Junior brother, why did Elder Zuo ask you to repair the roof?" Ye Xingzhou asked curiously.
"Eat your meal and mind your own business."
"oh."
Meng Zhi has not eaten since he started fasting, so he doesn't have a strong appetite.
So after leaving the path leading to the library, Ye Xingzhou went to the dining hall alone.
Well, I ran there.
Ye Xingzhou kicked his legs very fast, as if he was afraid that he would miss out. Meng Zhi looked away after just one glance.
It's an eyesore.
A glutton.
When Meng Zhi called Ye Xingzhou a glutton, he had already taken his seat with the prepared food.
After becoming a talisman master, he eats an extra spoonful of rice.
"Junior Brother Ye, we still have sweet potatoes growing in our vegetable garden. If you want to eat some, go ahead and dig them up. You're welcome."
The brother who served the food was so warm and easy to talk to.
How could Ye Xingzhou refuse such a warm invitation? As soon as he finished his meal, he ran to the vegetable garden on the back mountain to dig sweet potatoes.
As expected of sweet potatoes nourished by spiritual energy, each one is bigger than the other, and so juicy.
Night falls quietly and everything is hidden in the twilight.
A fire in the woods dispelled the surrounding darkness, and two figures sat in front of the fire.
That’s right, Ye Xingzhou also helped Meng Zhi to collect firewood.
Meng Zhi added firewood to the fire with a wooden face.
"Are you a pig? You just finished your meal and you want to eat sweet potatoes again."
Ye Xingzhou dug Huo Xuezi into the pit to stew sweet potatoes, and did not forget to answer during the process.
"Hehe, if I were a pig, wouldn't you be happy to keep me, little junior brother?"
Meng Zhi rolled her eyes, "Did I volunteer?"
If Ye Xingzhou hadn't shamelessly dragged him out, he wouldn't have bothered with this good-for-nothing.
Ye Xingzhou came over with a smile, "Junior brother, just wait and eat. The sweet potatoes I roasted are delicious."
Meng Zhi closed his eyes and pretended to be blind and deaf.
While stewing the sweet potatoes, Ye Xingzhou took out a parchment roll from his storage bag and threw it into the fire.
After fiddling with it for a long time, the parchment didn't react at all. It didn't burn, nor did it show any special characters.
Ye Xingzhou pulled the sheepskin scroll out of the fire again.
Although this parchment scroll is ordinary, it cannot be soaked in water or burned by fire.
If you say that this parchment is special, it has no other special features except that it is incompatible with water and fire.
The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes gradually filled the air.
Ye Xingzhou threw the parchment roll aside and dug out the sweet potatoes from the sparks. The sweet potatoes were steamed until golden brown and honey juice was roasted out.
They sell for ten yuan each at the university gate.
"Huh, it's hot!"
Ye Xingzhou picked up the sweet potato and blew on it with his left and right hands alternately because it was so hot.
He picked up a parchment roll with his backhand, and the heat was instantly blocked.
You know what, this thing is quite useful for wrapping sweet potatoes.
Ye Xingzhou handed the sweet potato to Meng Zhi.
"Little Junior Brother, eat it while it's hot."
Meng Zhi raised his eyelids and looked at the sweet potato without moving.
Look at the airs he puts on.
Ye Xingzhou's hand shook, and the sweet potato slipped out of the parchment roll and fell into Meng Zhi's hand.
Because it was so hot, Meng Zhi had to follow Ye Xingzhou's example and hold it with both hands alternately.
It will be obedient after a hot treatment.
Ye Xingzhou curled up the corners of his mouth and dug out another sweet potato from the fire.
Peel off the skin and start eating while blowing on the hot air.
Ye Xingzhou ate with such relish.
Meng Zhi glanced at the person beside him, then turned his gaze to the sweet potato in his hand.
After a while, he took a small bite with a stern face.
The sweet potato feels warm in your hands and sweet in your mouth.
Meng Zhi looked a little funny as he ate the sweet potato in small bites with a stern face.
But Ye Xingzhou held back his laughter.
If he really laughed, Meng Zhi would have to act angry and embarrassed on the spot.
This guy cares a lot about face.
Ye Xingzhou picked out the two largest sweet potatoes, wrapped them in sheepskin and put them into the storage bag.
He did not forget that there was still a junior fellow apprentice who had not been fed.
I have already piled up six bowls of rice for Ren Wangzhu, but he still hasn't come back.
The spiritual message sent was not replied. I don’t know why Elder Xuan kept him at Danfeng.
Ye Xingzhou was thinking in his mind, but his chewing movements were not slow at all.
Thinking about things didn't stop him from eating sweet potatoes.
Meng Zhi had just finished the one in his hand when Ye Xingzhou quickly stuffed another one into his hand.
"Don't be polite, little brother. Plenty of sweet potatoes."
"You think everyone is as good as you."
"You are not me, so eat now."
Ye Xingzhou's coaxing tone fell into Meng Zhi's ears, and Meng Zhi turned around with his back to him.
Meng Zhi is only seventeen years old, which is really a child in this world of immortal cultivation where people are often hundreds or even thousands of years old.
The fire gradually burned out.
The moon is bright and the stars are sparse tonight.
It should have been late autumn, but the cool breeze was surprisingly not that cold.
My stomach feels warm.
Ye Xingzhou rested his hands on the back of his head, walking leisurely on the path against the wind.
Meng Zhi was a few steps faster than Ye Xingzhou and walked in front.
"Junior brother, the assessment will be held the day after tomorrow. Do you want to return to the inner sect?"
"What are you going back for?"
"The resources of the outer sect are not as good as those of the inner sect."
“Do I lack that little bit of resources?”
Meng Zhi's question made Ye Xingzhou choke.
The Meng Zhi family is powerful and influential, and it doesn't seem like they are short of resources.
In this world where the strong are respected, talent is the best answer.
Only better or even top resources are presented to him.
Meng Zhi has talent, power, resources, and beauty.
There is only one thing.
Ye Xingzhou's eyes met the constant arrogance between Meng Zhi's brows, and he spoke seriously.
"You don't lack resources, you lack popularity."
Meng Zhi can cut off all romantic relationships and interpersonal relationships just by looking like someone owes him eight million.
Female cultivators would shake their heads when they saw it, male cultivators would feel their lifespans would be shortened when they saw it, and even dogs would have to take a detour when they saw it.
I dare not imagine how many enemies Meng Zhi would have if he fell into poverty one day.
Meng Zhi sneered disdainfully.
"A little bit of resources flowing out of my fingers will attract a lot of people to come and curry favor with me."
It's a rough statement, but it makes sense.
He himself is the best example. He relied on the talismans given by Meng Zhi to bluff and save his life.
After all, he is just one of a lot of people.
Unable to refute, Ye Xingzhou simply took out a fruit from his storage bag and started eating it.
“Just finished eating and then eating again?!”
When Meng Zhi heard the crisp sound of Ye Xingzhou biting the fruit, she couldn't control her expression for a moment.
No, Ye Xingzhou's spirit pig has become a spirit, right?!
"Fruit after dinner, you can have one too."
Ye Xingzhou wiped the other fruit clean and threw it towards Meng Zhi.
Then continue to nibble.
The spiritual fruits picked from the vegetable garden are sweet.
Meng Zhi stared at the spiritual fruit in his hand for a while, and finally started to take small bites.
Ye Xingzhou was eating but couldn't keep his mouth shut, so he changed the topic and continued chatting.
"Junior brother, tell me, if I take the test, what are my chances of getting into the inner sect?"
"100%."
Ye Xingzhou's eyes were filled with surprise. "You think so highly of me?"
"I mean, 100% in dreams."
Ye Xingzhou turned his head instantly.
Meng Zhi, who is good at making money, always says things that he doesn't like to hear.
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