Chapter 2020 Guishui
Who else in this world would give her a cheat code? Of course it’s the system!
Maybe because the system has been dormant for too long, she often forgets the existence of this thing, but it may be quietly operating in the background, giving her the resources she needs for the strategy.
If beauty is not enough, add wealth.
But can you sleep with Fu Tingyun just because you have money? How do you sleep with her? Do you have to pay her?
Fu Tingyun is the Sword Master, not the Cowherd.
Su Xiaoyuan wanted to discuss the strategy with the system, but the system had such a big golden finger, and she didn't know how long it would be dormant this time.
She tried calling out "system" in her mind, but there was still no response.
The next time the system comes out of hibernation, she will have a good talk with it and tell it not to act on its own and give her these useless cheats.
Su Xiaoyuan whispered to Ruan Mianmian, "I think I have some idea where this mineral vein came from."
Ruan Mianmian's eyes widened: "You know?"
Su Xiaoyuan nodded: "But I can't say it, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, it's okay. You must have your reasons for not telling me. It's okay as long as you know the source."
Su Xiaoyuan, Shopkeeper Zhao: "Excuse me, where is this vein of minerals?"
Shopkeeper Zhao smiled and said, "I'm sorry I can't tell you for now, the original owner specifically requested confidentiality.
"But Fairy Su, don't worry. The annual output will be deposited into your account. If you want to sell the mine, our sect will also help you find a buyer."
As expected, the source is unknown. I guess the system uses some special means. I don’t know whether it is safe or not.
"I don't need so much money. Can I go back the same way?"
"This mineral vein is already in the name of Fairy Su."
Manager Zhao left three million in "interest" and left with a group of guards.
Knowing that it was a golden finger issued by the system, Su Xiaoyuan was no longer worried. She picked up the box and left the Foreign Affairs Hall.
On the way back, Ruan Mianmian was so excited she couldn't contain herself: "Xiao Yuanzi, am I dreaming? That's an entire mineral vein! Any sect or family that monopolizes a mineral vein can brag about it for ten thousand years, but you own it all!"
"Xiao Yuanzi, why are you so calm?" Ruan Mianmian grabbed her arm and shook her. "Are you happy to the point of being silly?"
Su Xiaoyuan shook her head: "It's useless for me to have so much money."
Ruan Mianmian: "How could you not like money?! I can't even imagine how happy I would be if I had a vein of minerals!"
Su Xiaoyuan looked at her and said, "When I... when I'm gone, I'll leave the mine to you, okay?"
Ruan Mianmian turned her head and looked at her suspiciously: "Xiao Yuanzi, what's wrong with you? You haven't been feeling well since this morning. Don't scare me, okay? What do you want to do?"
Su Xiaoyuan hurriedly said, "Don't worry, I'm really fine, but my cultivation is low, so my life span is definitely much shorter than yours."
The life span of a cultivator is directly linked to his cultivation level. Ruan Mianmian has reached the stage of Dan when she is only in her twenties. If she continues to practice, her life span can reach 1,800 years, with no upper limit.
However, Su Xiaoyuan came to this world to conquer the Immortal Master Ling Yue, and all her points were added to her beauty by the system. Her spiritual roots and meridians are only slightly stronger than those of ordinary people, and her normal lifespan is probably only about a hundred years.
"Pah, pah, pah, who wants your broken mine!" Ruan Mianmian was so anxious that she jumped up and down, "You have to practice Hehuan Gong because your spiritual roots are not good. Otherwise, why did you join Yunyu Sect? Wouldn't it be enough for you to absorb the essence of a few people with higher cultivation levels?
"There's really no other way. I'll let you pick it. I'll give you half of my cultivation, and we'll be together forever."
"Open the mountain..." Su Xiaoyuan hugged her, her nose felt sore, and she couldn't help but cry on her shoulder.
Ruan Mianmian was so frightened that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet: "Xiao Yuanzi, are you really okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay," Su Xiaoyuan sniffed and wiped the wet marks on her friend's shoulder with her sleeve embarrassedly, "I just miss home a little lately..."
Ruan Mianmian breathed a sigh of relief: "You are silly! Once you enter the inner gate, you can leave the sect's territory. Then I can accompany you back home."
"Okay." Su Xiaoyuan curled her eyebrows, turned her head and wiped away the tears quietly before more tears came out.
"Maybe one day you can really capture the Immortal Master Ling Yue! You are so rich now!" Ruan Mianmian said.
Su Xiaoyuan chuckled: "Just because he has money, will he pick it?"
"That won't work. He's richer than you."
Su Xiaoyuan: "Damn it!"
Ruan Mianmian: "Condemn him!"
Su Xiaoyuan rubbed her eyes, took out the exquisite box from her small bag, opened the lid, took out a cigarette and put it in her bag, and stuffed the remaining two along with the box into Ruan Mianmian's arms: "Here."
Ruan Mianmian jumped back as if she had been scalded by boiling water: "Why are you giving me so much money?!"
"I don't have much to spend money on. I still have it next month anyway."
Conquering the Sword Master is a high-risk job, and this money can be considered as work injury compensation. She can give it to anyone she wants.
Of course Ruan Mianmian refused to accept it, but Su Xiaoyuan, who was always easy to talk to, refused to give in this time: "Go do something happy and help me spend it, such as..."
She flashed a rare wicked smile and blinked her eyes: "Hire a few people to beat up that scumbag Song Jinshu and his mistress."
Ruan Mianmian wrinkled her nose. "With someone of his caliber, one million is enough to hire someone to kill him ten times."
Finally, after Su Xiaoyuan's repeated requests, she finally accepted one.
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Fu Tingyun encountered a difficult problem.
Su Xiaoyuan was the first unsolved mystery in his life.
If you say she doesn't like money, she was obviously spinning in circles with joy last time because of a piece of sea spirit stone. But now she has endless money to spend, and there is not even a smile on her face.
After returning, she put the two ink slips into the box without even looking at them.
"Fu Tingyun." She called him listlessly.
Fu Tingyun felt his puppet heart beating violently.
But she just said, "I want to practice 'eye-to-eye communication'."
Fu Tingyun didn't need her to give any instructions. He moved the small round stool from the window and sat in front of her.
The girl looked into his eyes and began to practice meticulously, trying her best to create a charming expression.
In the past, she also made many mistakes and was always judged as unqualified by the formation. However, when she looked into his eyes and made all kinds of strange expressions, her distinct blue and white eyes were always full of light and lively.
Now the eyes were lifeless.
"Still not working?" She lowered her eyelashes.
The formation was judged to be level 2, D, which was unqualified.
Fu Tingyun quickly tinkered with the formation and pursed his lips: "Level B, passed."
Su Xiaoyuan's eyes flashed: "Huh?"
Fu Tingyun was like a person trying to make fire with wet wood who suddenly saw a spark, and the whole puppet leaned forward unconsciously.
But that light was fleeting.
He soon regretted tampering with the formation.
Because after she learned that she had passed, she didn't look at him again.
She whispered, "That's good," and turned to wash up.
Then he just lay there in bed blankly.
Fu Tingyun knew she was not asleep by the sound of her breathing. She was like a puppet whose spiritual power had been drained out. She had no strength to move, but she was still awake. She just couldn't absorb spiritual energy from anywhere.
She could still maintain her usual self in front of others, but once she returned to her little room and finished the necessary homework and review, she would sit by the window in a daze or lie there doing nothing.
She didn't seem to be angry with him. She would greet him when she came back from going out, but she would never blink her bright eyes again, and she would never call him "Fu Tingyun" again and again to share the trivialities of the day with him. Of course, she would not lie in bed and chatter to him incessantly.
By the third day, Su Xiaoyuan's condition had not improved.
In fact, she didn't look sad, and she hadn't even cried since that day. If you hadn't seen her before, you would think she was normal.
But Fu Tingyun was biased.
That day, while Su Xiaoyuan was out for class, he walked through all the riverbanks and streams in the Nine Islands of the Yunyu Sect, searching for a stone that looked like a cat.
Obviously, no two are exactly alike.
On the fourth day, he took out her easel, drawing board, brushes and paints and placed them on the table.
When Su Xiaoyuan came back and saw it, she just said, "You took it out again," and ignored it, without even flipping through her old work.
The small leather-bound notebook she always carried with her was also covered with a thin layer of dust on the table.
On the fifth day, Fu Tingyun caught a "cat" and brought it back.
Strictly speaking, it wasn't a cat, but a Roromon.
Among the three realms, only the mortal world has cats, but it takes too long to go back and forth, and he is not very comfortable with Su Xiaoyuan being alone.
So he went back and forth that day to the neighboring island and caught a three-hundred-year-old Luoluo beast that had awakened its intelligence but could not transform. Its original form was larger than Su Xiaoyuan's entire yard and house.
But since Immortal Lingyue said it was a cat, it must be a cat.
He forced it to transform into a flat-faced cat according to Su Xiaoyuan's drawing.
But he cleverly let it retain the original fur stripes and color - if he had painted an identical yellow cat, it would have been too deliberate.
Under the pressure of Fu Tingyun, the cat squatted obediently at the gate of the courtyard for a whole day, and when it saw the little female cultivator in pink, it clamped its throat and let out a "meow" that embarrassed the divine beast.
The moment she saw the cat, Su Xiaoyuan's eyes lit up and she immediately squatted down to touch its head: "What a strange little cat! Why are you here? Oh, I know."
Fu Tingyun: Know what?
Su Xiaoyuan saw that the cat was sent by the system. No matter how rich the resources and how many talented people there were in the world of immortal cultivation, it should not be able to produce a mix of tabby cats and British shorthairs.
Is this hospice care?
But she was going to die in less than a year and was not suitable for any pet.
She went back to the house, dug out a jar of unsalted dried fish that had luckily escaped Fu Tingyun's clutches, found a ceramic plate that had luckily escaped Fu Tingyun's clutches, poured everything into it, and carried it outside the door and placed it on the ground.
She squatted aside and watched the cat finish eating the dried fish. She resisted touching it and said, "I'm sorry, I can't keep you. Go back to your original owner."
The next day, when Su Xiaoyuan returned home from get out of class, the cat came again, this time limping on one of its front legs, as if it had been bitten by some wild beast.
Su Xiaoyuan quickly carried it into the house, carefully cleaned its wound, applied medicine and bandages, and fed it water and food. After three days of care, she saw that it was able to get out of bed, so she carried it outside: "Be careful next time and don't get bitten again."
The cat still wandered in front of her door every day, so Su Xiaoyuan had no choice but to open a cat hole in the gate, put the food bowl and water bowl in the yard, and reluctantly let the cat roam free.
Fu Tingyun discovered that she did not dislike the "cat", but she never held it and almost never touched it. He was secretly satisfied, but at the same time he disliked the cat for being too useless.
With the cat, Su Xiaoyuan became busier, but she still couldn't return to her former self.
Fu Tingyun's irritability grew day by day.
If simply burning a spiritual vein could rekindle the light in her eyes, he would do it without hesitation.
But it doesn't work.
You can force a person to die, but you cannot force a person to be happy again.
That night, he entered a state of meditation and came to the corner where the red thread was hiding - since that night, it had never come near him again.
"What can I do to make her return to her former self?" he asked it.
It rolled itself into a ball, with the thread ends firmly tucked into the ball.
Fu Tingyun felt anxious: "Come here."
Instead, the ball of yarn shrank into the corner.
Fu Tingyun walked into the formation and forcefully grasped it in his palm.
The ball of thread shrank smaller and smaller, almost turning back into a drop of blood.
"Do you hate me so much?" Fu Tingyun felt the blood drops swirling in his palm, as if trying to escape.
"I hate it if I hate it." He tightened his grip slightly.
Just then, he suddenly heard a slight gasp from the room.
He quickly let go of his hand, and the blood drop flew into the corner and stuck to the formation pillar without moving.
Fu Tingyun came out of his meditation immediately, stood up and rushed into the room.
The girl was seen lying on her back with her legs bent, her forehead covered in cold sweat.
The smell of blood emanated from the bedding.
"Did I hurt you?" Fu Tingyun felt helpless for the first time in his life.
"No..." The girl's voice was so thin that she was obviously in great pain.
He just circled the drop of blood in the palm of his hand without using any force. Who knew she was so fragile that she was hurt so badly by the touch.
A thought flashed through his mind.
Is she going to die?
Would he accidentally kill her?
His heartbeat suddenly became irregular.
"Where are you hurt?" Fu Tingyun lifted the quilt, his nostrils twitching slightly, looking for the source of the bloody smell.
"I'm really not injured!" She sounded a little annoyed and reached out to pull the quilt.
Fu Tingyun felt slightly relieved. He still had the strength to grab the quilt, so the injury should not be too serious.
He completely opened the quilt and turned her over. He found a small red spot on her underwear and frowned: "You said you were not injured, but you are bleeding."
Su Xiaoyuan burst into tears: "I told you it's not an injury, it's menstruation, menstrual period, menstrual fluid... You puppet man really... really!"
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[Going back eight hundred years and becoming the villain's mortal wife]
High school student Yu Si Ning entered the world of immortal cultivation and became a disciple of an immortal sect. As soon as he landed, he encountered a battle between immortals and demons and was dragged to make up the numbers.
She thought she was going to chop him with a knife, so she closed her eyes and chopped him down, but the villain grabbed her wrist.
The next moment the world collapsed
When I opened my eyes again, the villain walked over to the bed with a bowl in his hand, his eyes as gentle as water: "Aning, did you sleep well? The soup is ready."
Yu Sining:!!!
The villain smiled lightly and kissed her lips skillfully.
"Why, you don't recognize your husband anymore after sleeping?"
It turns out that Yu Sining went back to eight hundred years ago and became a mortal woman, with a childhood sweetheart husband.
Her husband is gentle and considerate, perfect
Besides looking the same as the villain, he also has the same name.
Yu Sining recalled that the villain had married a wife in the mortal world.
He went crazy and fell into evil because of that woman
In order to survive, Yu Sining can only try her best to play the role of a little wife
But who can tell her why the young villain is a skin-hungry clingy person?
Villain: Why is Aning hiding from me? In the past, it was clear...
Yu Sining (hugs him): This is your illusion!
Villain: Why doesn't Aning kiss me anymore? In the past, it was clearly...
Yu Sining: Kiss! I kiss!
Big Villain: How could Aning not eat? She clearly...
Yu Sining: Wuuuuuuuuuuu
Big Villain: Aning can't stand it anymore? In the past, it was clearly...
Yu Sining: It’s really not possible from morning to night!
Her acting skills are full of loopholes, and she relies on her husband's blindness to patch them up.
Fortunately, he is just a mortal at present, and a gentleman as gentle as jade.
I can actually survive by fooling around day by day
Until one day, a group of powerful immortals came to her house and accused her of being a foxy woman, blocking her husband's immortal path, and calling for her to be beaten and killed.
Yu Si Ning was about to give way to his immortal path
Her gentle husband suddenly became filled with demonic energy, and he pulled out the familiar world-destroying demonic sword from his spine. He gently covered her eyes and said, "This time, I will kill them all."
Yu Sining: Eh? Could that legendary mortal wife be me?
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