Bing Nandong felt that this was definitely not a good idea, but Cen Jun was very cooperative and came forward to ask, "What's the solution?"
Fan Zhiyi smiled. The next moment, when they arrived at the market, Bing Nandong suppressed his anger and ripped off the white cloth covering his eyes. "Is this how you're going to get our remaining spirit stones?"
"Our budget is limited, so please bear with us. We'll rely on these equipment for the entire journey."
That's right, Fan Zhiyi saw many street performers along the way, so he came up with this bold idea in an instant. He used the few spirit stones on Bing Nandong to buy tools, two writing boards, and a box of light-colored lipstick. He still had some spirit stones left to return to Bing Nandong.
Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong and said, "No, your hair needs to be loose. Just tie it up messily with a headband. And you need to tease out the loose hair on the sides. You know that messy look? That messy look is what attracts people. Then put on some of this lipstick, and it'll be perfect!"
Bing Nandong couldn't stand it any longer: "Why should I do this?"
"Because we don't have any spirit stones." What a simple and unpretentious reason.
Cen Jun said weakly, "Actually, Master, we just need to hold on until the next town..."
"Why?" He remembered that it would take some time to reach the destination.
Cen Jun: “…” He really couldn’t say it, he was afraid that his senior brother would beat him to death.
Fan Zhiyi thought that Cen Jun and Bing Nandong were both thin-skinned and didn't want to put on such a show, so he consoled him, "Hey, we've almost collected all the spirit stones, and if we save some money along the way, we won't have to do this."
Fan Zhiyi found a spot with a lot of traffic, glanced at the reluctant Bing Nandong, and personally put the white cloth back over his eyes: "You will play the role of a young widow. Of course, this is just a script, don't take it seriously. Just kneel there and cry. Anyway, try to act as delicate as possible."
Bing Nandong: "..." He was so depressed that veins popped out of his forehead. He tore off the white cloth again. "I won't do it. Spiritual stones..." All his spiritual stones and magic tools were confiscated by Tianyun Sect. Otherwise, why would he be so miserable? "If you want spiritual stones, I can go to a nearby shop to work."
But the next second, Cen Jun said, "No, Senior Brother, I've asked before, and these shops don't want temporary workers."
Bing Nandong: "..."
Fan Zhiyi didn't really want to force Bing Nandong: "Then I'll think of another way."
"Master, I think I can use this method!" Cen Jun raised his hand. "It seems quite interesting. What should I act out?"
"You'll play the young widow's demented brother. I've already written the pitch for the board: 'Our family is poor, so everyone should give a little love to help our brother return home soon.'" Fan Zhiyi had a more exciting pitch: 'Everyone should give a little love to help the Taoist couple be buried soon.' But after careful consideration, he realized Bing Nandong was already engaged, so that didn't seem right, so he changed it.
Bing Nandong: "..." His lips moved a few times, and finally he uttered, "Swindling and deceiving."
Cen Jun: "Let's give it a try. What if we can really earn some spirit stones?"
Seeing the protagonist so active, Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but feel a little curious: "Is the salary paid by Tianyun Sect very little?" Cen Jun still needs to work so hard to earn spirit stones. But then again, who would complain about having few spirit stones?
After hearing this, Cen Jun shook his head. "Because my sword always breaks, I've used all my spirit stones to repair it. I won this sword at a competition, and it's the only sword I have that works for me. Plus, buying a good sword is really too expensive, so I've never had the chance to replace it. And the most annoying thing is, the last time I went to repair my sword, someone told me he had a very good sword, but it couldn't be opened until I returned to the sect, otherwise the sword wouldn't be able to fully function because the time was not right. I thought such a sword would be very expensive, but the person said that I had a connection with the sword and would give me as much as he could."
Fan Zhiyi felt that this must be a liar: "You are not really going to give it to me, are you?"
Cen Jun was indignant: "Yes, I gave him all the spirit stones I had at the time, but it turned out to be just an ordinary sword. I broke it in a few strokes. Damn it! But that person can't be found anymore, otherwise I would have beaten him up and dragged him to show everyone what a liar looks like!"
You, the protagonist, are somewhat naive to be deceived by even this.
Then again, Fan Zhiyi asked, "Then what else should we do?"
"No!" This is what Bing Nandong said.
"Fuck!" This is what Cen Jun said. He asked, "Then what are you doing, Master?"
"I... I'm going to break a rock with my chest!" Fan Zhiyi was very proud. "It's the contrast that attracts the audience." He didn't know if this was rare in the world of immortal cultivation. He originally wanted to perform a needle swallowing performance, but he was a little afraid of it. "How about this, I have another idea."
As Fan Zhiyi spoke, he took out another sign, carved something on it with his fingertips, and then ignored Bing Nandong's resistance and hung the sign around his neck.
Bing Nandong asked him, "What is this?"
"Just stand next to us and wait for someone to hug you. Each hug will give you a spirit stone. You're so handsome, this deal is a good deal. It's easier than pretending to be a widower." Seeing that Bing Nandong was still dissatisfied, Fan Zhiyi offered a suggestion, "There's another way. How about you give a blind massage? But do you know how to do it?"
Bing Nandong: "..." His fists clenched and unclenched, and then clenched and unclenched again.
Then Fan Zhiyi fiddled with his hair and pulled Bing Nandong's white cloth over his eyes. "I will play the young widow, and Cen Jun will play my younger brother. Watch as your master shows you a real performance."
Bing Nandong asked Mr. Cen, "What's written on this wooden sign?"
Cen Jun leaned over to take a look and said, "Let the handsome boy soothe your sorrow. All it takes is a hug for one spirit stone." After reading it, Cen Jun himself couldn't bear it and sighed, "Master is worthy of being a Master."
Bing Nandong angrily threw the wooden sign, but his objection was in vain and he was dragged over by Fan Zhiyi, while Fan Zhiyi was supported by Cen Jun because he could not see the road.
Fan Zhiyi coaxed, "Nandong, in order to make the journey easier, I can only rely on you two. You're my main attraction, no, my top attraction... Anyway, you know what I mean, I can't live without you! Of course, I don't mean to force you. If you can't stand it anymore, you can always stop and find a cooler place to wait for me and Cen Jun."
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi holding his hand tightly. Did this give him a chance to choose?
"Mr. Cen, it's just next to the fortune-telling stall. Nan Dong, let them pay the spirit stones first before hugging."
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