Jiang Mi didn’t have many friends in Wuguang City. Only the owner of the grain shop could be considered an acquaintance, who would pour him a cup of tea after collecting the grain.

Today he led his mule into the city, ready to sell all the grain he had harvested in the autumn. When the grain shop owner saw him, his eyes widened as big as bells:

"Hey, Jiang Mi, where did you get rich? How can you afford to buy yourself such expensive clothes?"

People from all walks of life came to buy food from him, including the immortal officials on Wanjian Mountain. The material of his clothes was similar to those worn by the immortal officials. This kind of clothes could not be bought with mortal money, and had to be exchanged for spirit stones.

Jiang Mi raised his eyebrows, feeling proud but also a little shy: "It was given to me by someone else."

Seeing his amorous look, the boss smiled and said, "Is it a gift from a girl? She's a pretty girl, too!"

He didn't say anything. Thinking of the appearance of the fairy in red, his heart seemed to be on fire. After a while, he nodded.

So the boss pulled him over and continued gossiping: "Can he fly, like those immortal officials on Wanjian Mountain?"

He nodded again, and the fairy took him flying.

"Then you'd better seize the opportunity. For ordinary people like us, this is called a fairy fate!" The boss patted his shoulder with envy and changed the subject, "But why did this girl like you?"

Jiang Mi was startled, and his heart suddenly began to beat: he was a poor boy, not well educated, and had nothing but strength. But the fairy had great magical powers, and asking him for help definitely did not require his strength.

The boss was also thinking about this question: Jiang Mi is indeed handsome, but other than that, it is hard to find any outstanding advantages. He is incomparable to the young masters in the same city, not to mention the monks on Wanjian Mountain. After thinking about it, he finally spoke:

"I guess this girl wants to have a casual romance with you."

Hearing this, Jiang Mi was completely stunned, his face turned red, he looked away, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"You have no money and no talent. People like you just for your face and your body." The boss patted his shoulder and said, "I have a way to help you keep this girl's heart."

Jiang Mi is honest, a little dull, and not good at sweet talk, but he never cheats or sells inferior goods as good ones when doing business with him, so the boss always has a good impression of him. He is also in his twenties, and it is time for him to get married.

The young man was annoyed for a moment, but couldn't help asking: "How to stay..."

The boss immediately couldn't wait to give him some advice: "Do you see the perfume shop opposite? As for you, go to the perfume shop and buy the perfume called Mo Shang Jun Zi. All the young men in the city like to use it. Your skin is so rough. Will the girl feel comfortable touching it?" As he said that, he poked him with his elbow.

When he realized what was happening, his neck turned red. He didn't dare to listen anymore. He turned around to pick up his things and was about to leave, but the boss grabbed him.

"Why are you in such a hurry? There is a small bookstore in the alley on the left. Go buy a couple of books and study them. Don't be like a fool when you go to **."

Jiang Mi didn't know how he left the grain store in a daze, but when he returned home, he had two more things in his arms, which he held tightly like a thief. He didn't dare to look at the villagers who greeted him, as if they would discover his shameful thoughts if he looked at them.

***

Three months passed in a flash. Yao Yue turned down Xing Yuan's invitation, handed over the matter of Quan Xing's expansion to Qin Qianxue, and went to the foot of Wanjian Mountain alone.

Ever since she won against Xing Xuan in the sect competition, Xing Yuan has paid special attention to her. He likes to invite her to the Xingji Pavilion to chat whenever he wants, and sometimes he even pretends to be very interested and asks her for advice on swordsmanship. Quan Xing was first established in Yunmo Province in the east, and later, as the number of disciples increased, she planned to set up a branch in Muxian Province in the north. Transporting materials and transferring disciples all require the use of teleportation arrays, so it is a political task for her to have a good relationship with Xing Yuan.

However, these things are not important compared with the Tianxing Sutra that she is obsessed with.

When she arrived at the man's house, the sky was already dark and misty. A bright moon hung from the corner of the mountain, shining brightly and reflecting people's eyebrows and hair.

A dim oil lamp was lit in the room. She sat on the flying sword and looked inside through the window.

The young man seemed to have just taken a shower, with steam still on his hair, and he was sitting on the bed with his upper body naked. Even in the dead of winter, there was still a trace of heat coming out of his body, as if he didn't feel cold at all.

Yao Yue took a quick look at the abundant spiritual energy around him. It was indeed a significant improvement. With the clothes she gave him, it was enough to resist the Netherworld. Apart from this, there seemed to be something different...

She looked at him for a while before realizing that he seemed to have become much whiter, from bronze to a lighter wheat color. But she couldn't remember what method of whitening was taught in the introductory booklet.

Just as I was about to go in and ask, I saw the man take out a dish of ointment from under the pillow, and carefully apply it on his face, and then all over his body.

Seeing this, she chuckled. She never thought that this boy was so conceited.

But this guy does have a good figure.

The girl's face flushed, and she patted her cheeks as if to get the idea out of her head. Then she said, "Don't look at what's inappropriate," put away the flying sword and dropped it to the ground, and knocked on the door.