Chapter 300: Junior Sister Went Down the Mountain Again
"Disciples, hurry up and leave! I'm afraid these people may have noticed that the spiritual fruit tree is missing and are trying to catch us!"
Although he thought so in his heart, the Drunken Immortal was still a little confused.
Why does the guard look so nonchalant?
Aren’t they anxious after losing so many spiritual fruit trees?
It is indeed a big sect, they don’t care about so many spiritual fruit trees.
Even though it was lost, he was not in a hurry.
In fact, Jiuzhongxian had misunderstood. The reason they searched the monks' storage bags was because someone had previously reported that two spiritual fruit trees had been discovered. As a result, those two spiritual fruit trees were dug up by Lin Wanwan and others.
If the other party knew that the spiritual fruit trees in the spiritual fruit garden were also lost...
I guess he would have jumped up and down a long time ago. Not to mention searching the storage bag, I guess all the wandering cultivators who went in would have died.
Fortunately, they were not greedy and came out in time.
One by one, they put their hands in their sleeves and felt the existence of the space button.
This thing is really awesome. The magic weapon can't detect it at all.
"Disciples, now that we are all out, I will take you to Xuancheng."
"Let me tell you, Xuancheng is a big city!"
"I remember when Master accepted the mission, he went there once. There was a mercenary guild, an auction house, and various shops run by monks, including medicine shops and magic weapon shops..."
"It can be said that all the resources that monks need can be purchased there."
"We made a lot of money this time. After we sell the ice mine, I will buy you some magical tools!"
The Drunken Immortal happily drove the magic gourd and went to Xuancheng with several disciples.
When they arrived at the gate of Xuancheng, the clouds descended. After paying the entrance fee, the master and his disciples walked in with a swagger.
Only after arriving in Xuancheng did Lin Wanwan discover that there were indeed a lot of cultivators here.
On the contrary, there are relatively few ordinary people, and you can only see one or two from time to time.
"Master, there are so many monks here. If we can live here, we should be able to make a lot of like-minded friends, right?"
Lin Wanwan looked at the people coming and going, many of whom were about the same age as them.
"All the major sects have opened shops here, and the houses in Xuancheng are the most expensive in our area."
"If Wanwan likes it, after we sell the ice mine, Master will see if we can buy a small courtyard and we can live here for a few months."
Jiu Zhongxian is now very rich, and Xiaoyuan will buy it if he asks.
If it were in other cities, he wouldn't have to worry about this at all, as he could have afforded it even before.
But the houses in Xuancheng are all sold at the price of spirit stones, and ordinary gold and silver are of little use here.
Therefore, the Drunken Immortal was not very confident and had to wait and see the value of the ice mine.
"Just these few country bumpkins, and they want to buy a house in Xuancheng?"
"Hahaha, there are weird things every year, but this year there are especially many..."
While the master and his disciples were talking, a sarcastic voice suddenly came from behind them.
A few people turned their heads and saw a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue Taoist robe.
The other party was looking down on them with his nose turned down.
"Master, do people who can't afford to buy a house themselves think that others can't afford it either?"
"It's really pitiful. After working hard for half a lifetime, he can't even afford to buy an apartment."
"Master, let's go quickly. It's okay even if we can't afford a house. I'm just worried about some people who, not being able to afford a house, look down on others who can't afford one just like them!"
Lin Wanwan said this on purpose, and the monk was so angry that his eyes widened.
He didn't expect that these newly arrived country bumpkins would dare to laugh at him?
Is it his fault that he can’t afford a house?
He has been diligently contributing to the sect for decades.
All the spirit stones are used for cultivation. Who would use them to buy a house?
If you have a house, live in it. If you don’t have one, just find a place to sit all night. It doesn’t matter.
Anyway, the cultivators don’t care about that much. On the contrary, it is more convenient for them to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the open air.
"Idiots, a bunch of poor people who know nothing!"
The male monk was still a little angry and cursed a few times, but he didn't dare to really step forward and cause trouble.
It was true that he came from a big sect, and it was also true that the other party was dressed simply, but there was no guarantee that he was not some big boss in disguise, bringing his disciples out for training.
If it's the latter, he can't afford to offend.
The sect would not offend a strong person for a small character like him.
"Little disciple, if you meet someone like this in the future, just ignore him!"
"They've all become stupid from practicing. If they go crazy, they'll be like dog-skin plasters. After you beat one, another group will come."
Disciples from large sects all have this common problem: once they lose a fight, they go back and call their parents.
Group after group, the enemy becomes stronger and stronger as time goes by.
Generally speaking, independent cultivators rarely provoke disciples from large sects. The cultivator in the navy blue robe just now was obviously from a large sect.
However, judging from the markings on his clothes, he should be an outer sect deacon or something like that.
And the kind that is not taken seriously.
Anyone with a little bit of strength would not mock others in the street.
No matter what you think in your heart, you still have to do the work on the surface.
The higher the status of a person, the more he cares about his face.
Only those who are incompetent try to use their sarcasm to raise their own value and put others down.
"Got it, Master!"
"Master, let's find a place to stay first. After eating barbecue for so long, I want to try some normal food."
After hearing Lin Wanwan's words, Jiu Zhongxian took them directly to a remote inn.
The price of an inn with a good location is too expensive. Although they are not short of money now, they will not waste it.
What the blue-robed monk said was true: monks don’t actually care much about where they live.
As long as there is a roof over your head and you don't get wet when it rains, it's fine.
At other times, most monks would deliberately practice outdoors.
Lin Wanwan didn't care about all this. After entering the inn, she went back to her room, asked for a bucket of hot water, and took a good hot bath.
Several other brothers and the master also returned to their rooms to rest.
The Drunken Immortal had not forgotten that his little disciple was hungry, so he ordered some food for her before going to rest.
So when Lin Wanwan was lying on the bed counting the supplies in the space, she heard a knock on the door.
"Guest, this is the meal your chef ordered for you. Please enjoy it. I will be back to clean up in a quarter of an hour."
The waiter brought the food into the house, placed it on the table, and then left.
From beginning to end, his eyes did not look around, and it was obvious that he was well-trained.
“I didn’t expect that although this inn is remote, the service attitude is still very good!”
Lin Wanwan sat down at the table and was about to eat when she saw Xuan San running in.
"Junior sister, you're eating. Share some with me. I'm hungry too!"
Xuan San sat down at the table without hesitation, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
Lin Wanwan didn't take it seriously, as they were just like that as senior brothers and sisters.
The door was open, so the third senior brother naturally walked in directly.
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