Chapter 51: My dear friend, we'll meet again someday
Lu Sanren obediently took out the task cards one by one.
"Junior Brother Ye, these are relatively simple and won't delay your participation in the Tianji Secret Realm."
Blue tokens are for low-level tasks, and after completing the tasks, you can obtain low-level skills.
Ye Xingzhou glanced at it and pushed it back, "Look for it again."
"What about this?"
Lu Sanren took out two black tokens.
"This is a mid-level mission, Junior Brother, take a look."
One is the evil spirit of Luanshan, and the deadline is fifteen days.
Another river god of Xiaohe Village, the term is two months.
"It's this Xiaohe Village."
Ye Xingzhou received the second token.
Lu Sanren advised, "Junior brother, there were disciples who went to Xiaohe Village before, but the river god was too cunning to be caught. Look..."
Ye Xingzhou glanced at him, and that glance made Lu Sanren blush with embarrassment.
So embarrassing!!!
"You should worry about whether you can finish the book before I get back."
Ye Xingzhou took the token and slowly walked out of the mission hall.
After forming a bond with the token, the mission was officially completed and he could go down the mountain.
Ye Xingzhou lowered his head to glance at the Lingjian Peak uniform on his body.
He is a rookie and it is not suitable for him to be too conspicuous, as he will easily be targeted.
I almost forgot, there are also the sweet potatoes from the eldest brother.
Ye Xingzhou first returned to Lingjian Peak, left a pile of roasted sweet potatoes for Chao Fuyun, and after passing the spiritual message to Ren Wangzhu and Meng Zhi, he changed into the outer sect uniform and left the sect.
This time I went out openly!
Ye Xingzhou stood at the top of the stairs and looked down. The road down the mountain was filled with thousands of steps, and the clouds and mist were hidden in the fog.
If we were to walk there on foot, it would take at least two days.
Ye Xingzhou looked at the teleportation array on the side and decisively threw in a medium-grade spirit stone.
The next second, the world was spinning, and Ye Xingzhou was spinning like crazy in the drum of a washing machine.
When he reappeared, he had reached the foot of the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain there are some independent cultivators setting up stalls to sell their skills.
In front of Ye Xingzhou, there was a casual cultivator setting up a stall to tell fortunes.
The wandering cultivator had an untidy beard, a long scar on the left side of his face, and messy hair tied up casually with a wooden hairpin. He was sleeping against a rock.
The moment Ye Xingzhou appeared, the casual cultivator lazily opened his eyes that were covered with eye boogers.
Then he sat up suddenly.
"My dear fellow Daoist, I noticed that your forehead is dark. You are suffering from bad luck today! Do you want to interpret the hexagram? The friendship price is only ten spirit stones!"
Before he could get Ye Xingzhou's answer, he heard the sound of Ye Xingzhou vomiting.
"vomit--"
The casual cultivator jumped up instantly, "You little brat, you're deliberately trying to destroy my stall, aren't you?"
Before he could say the next word, Ye Xingzhou took out a medium-grade spirit stone.
He softened instantly.
"Little brother, you are from the Dao world, and you know how to spend money to avoid disasters."
It took Ye Xingzhou a long time to suppress the dizziness. He used the Dust Cleansing Technique to clean the ground.
"Fellow Daoist Yue, I'm sorry for what happened just now."
"Nothing, nothing."
The casual cultivator waved his hands in a friendly manner and was very happy holding the medium-grade spirit stone.
I'm so sorry!
It doesn't matter if this happens a few more times.
"Want a fortune-teller? It only costs ten spirit stones."
Ye Xingzhou shook his head. "No need. Goodbye."
This casual cultivator looked unreliable, so he wouldn't be fooled.
"Oh well."
The casual cultivator showed regret on his face and said meaningfully to Ye Xingzhou as he left.
"Little Taoist friend, see you someday."
What are you seeing? If you see it, you will lose a medium-grade spirit stone.
Ye Xingzhou was afraid that he would be too late and couldn't help but snatch the spirit stones back.
Ye Xingzhou turned around and saw San Zheng picking out the boogers from his eyes with his hands and then started picking his feet.
This stall is right at the location of the teleportation array. Most monks will feel dizzy and vomit when they ride the teleportation array for the first time.
Ye Xingzhou suspected that this casual cultivator had deliberately set up the stall there to make money from hitting people and making money from spirit stones.
But there is no evidence.
Ye Xingzhou picked up a piece of dogtail grass and put it in his mouth.
The four seasons are distinct at the foot of the mountain. Winter is approaching, and even the sun can't stop the cool breeze.
Ye Xingzhou looked at the sky and decided to go to a nearby town to find an inn to stay for the night.
Ye Xingzhou walked around the town and set his sights on the pawn shop.
"Boss, I need some change."
"Okay!"
Ye Xingzhou was quite surprised when he received a purse of silver.
In the world of cultivating immortals, an inconspicuous low-grade spirit stone can actually be exchanged for a bag of small change.
He weighed his purse and bought three strings of candied haws and put them in his storage bag.
I also have one string for myself.
The hawthorns are coated in syrup and taste sour and sweet.
Ye Xingzhou was eating happily when he turned the corner and a child bumped into him.
"You didn't fall, did you?"
Ye Xingzhou squatted down to help the child. The child's dirty face flashed by and he ran back into the alley.
What a strange kid.
Ye Xingzhou stood up, and his waist was lightly touched, and the purse disappeared.
Damn, thief!
"Who taught you to steal money at such a young age?"
Ye Xingzhou pulled out the child who had escaped through the dog hole.
The child struggled frantically, whimpering and yelling something.
Ye Xingzhou slapped him directly on the butt.
The slap wasn't very strong, but it silenced the child instantly.
Spanking!
The child raised his head, his black and white eyes filled with shock and shame.
"What's your name? Where are your parents? What did you steal the money for?"
The child cried out twice.
The sound is wrong.
Ye Xingzhou frowned, opened his mouth and saw that only a little bit of the child's tongue was left.
Judging from the wound, it seemed to have been cut off with scissors.
The child wilted, lowered his head, and limped as he led Ye Xingzhou into the old alley.
At the end of the alley, there is only a dilapidated temple and overgrown weeds.
The wooden door was tattered and half-open. Ye Xingzhou pushed it open and saw an old man with a grayish-green face lying on a straw mat.
The old man had been dead for a long time.
The child picked up a branch and drew a long square box on the ground.
A few tears fell, wetting the outline of the child's drawing.
"You want to buy a coffin?"
The child nodded imperceptibly.
Ye Xingzhou pursed his lips.
Should he help?
You can help for a while, but not for a lifetime.
Besides, this matter has nothing to do with him.
Ye Xingzhou's eyes fell on the child. After a while, he took out a silver ingot and put it aside.
"If someone would give me a shoulder massage or leg rub, I might give them money."
The child's eyes lit up slightly. He got up from the ground and was about to get closer, but stopped.
The child looked down at his dirty hands and ran out with his limp leg.
Ye Xingzhou didn't stop him.
About an incense stick later, the child came back with sweat all over his head. He was still wearing the same tattered clothes, but his hands were washed clean.
Ye Xingzhou sat down on the haystack.
The child approached cautiously, put his little hand on Ye Xingzhou's shoulder and squeezed it gently, while observing Ye Xingzhou's expression with his eyes.
Ye Xingzhou stretched his waist comfortably.
Seeing this, the child finally felt a little relieved.
He just stretched out his hand to touch the child's head, but the child subconsciously dodged, and just as he made a move to dodge, he froze in place.
Ye Xingzhou's hand fell on his head as he wished.
"See, you don't steal or rob, you still have a talent for making money."
"Come on, I'll take you to buy a coffin."
He stood up, took the child's hand and walked out of the ruined temple.
The child tilted his head back and looked back blankly.
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