Chapter 162
Nan Yan reacted and immediately started struggling, "Let go, let go, let me go, who told you to touch me?"
No one knew what method this person used to suppress her so tightly that she couldn't use her skills. However, not being able to use her skills didn't mean she couldn't move.
Nan Yan looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and a calm and relaxed look. How could she bear it? Seeing that she couldn't break free, she hesitated for a moment, and suddenly raised her head, and her head hit his chin directly. That's it, head hit chin.
The result is predictable, and both sides will suffer losses.
If she felt pain, he must have felt pain too. In fact, monks are also very fragile to each other. After all, when everyone is a monk, the iron skin and bones that are iron to mortals are actually the same among monks.
Nan Yan's eyes were filled with tears due to the pain. The moment she was hit, the back of her collar was loosened with a "swish", and she sat down on the ground, which caused her to suffer considerable pain again.
Jing Wuyan's chin was numbed by the collision. He originally wanted to say something, but at the moment of the collision, he accidentally bit his tongue. This kind of sour feeling in the nose has not been felt for a long time, and he frowned unconsciously.
After being in the lower world for so long, this was the first time he felt this way when being hit on the head by a female cultivator of very low cultivation level. When he had erased the mark of recognition of the master before, his mind was already unstable. If he tried to devour the master by force again, he would probably fall into a deep sleep for a while.
Jing Wuyan stared at the female cultivator who was sitting on the ground, covering her head with her hands, and suppressed the thought that flashed through his mind.
Forget it, it doesn't make sense to do this. A small cultivator at the foundation-building stage is not worth such means and cost.
Nan Yan regretted it right after she smashed it. She covered her head with her hands and burst into tears. But the pain was enough, so she decided to put the blame on the man in front of her. So she started to blame him again, "You stinky thief, you stone-headed bastard, how did you restrict my cultivation? You bullied people on my territory, and you stole my spirit stones, and you still don't admit it!"
Her eyes were red from the pain, and her voice became more aggrieved. "Do you think I'm afraid of you? Do you think you're a divine weapon? I don't want this broken bracelet of yours. If you don't return it to me, sooner or later I will throw you into the spirit beast garden and let you have a taste of the snow wolf."
Jing Wuyan looked at the female cultivator who was messing around. He gently rubbed her slightly numb chin with his slender fingers and stared at her with his dark eyes.
He has been practicing till now, no matter how high his cultivation level is, he can only be called a cultivator. A cultivator is a human being, and as a human being, he cannot get rid of the seven emotions and six desires.
For example, at this moment, although he is currently just an avatar created by a strand of consciousness, the avatar is also a part of the main body, especially when the main body falls into a deep sleep.
He is no different from the subject. He will frown unconsciously when he is in pain. Even the calmest and most rational person will feel irritated when faced with endless troubles.
Jing Wuyan frowned as he looked at her, especially after hearing her words like "thief, scoundrel" coming out of her mouth one after another, he restrained himself and explained, "I didn't take your spirit stone. It was automatically absorbed after the spirit gathering formation was activated."
That was why he woke up, otherwise he would have been sleeping for who knows how long. His storage ring used to have piles of low-level spirit stones higher than a mountain, and he even had several spirit veins. But now that he was sealed, all those things were lost in the cave. He really didn't care about her belongings at all, and they were not enough for a pet like him to fill his teeth.
Hearing this, Nan Yan wiped her tears immediately, her eyes reddened, and she stared at him with misty eyes, "What formation or no formation? Do you think I'm stupid? You said it was a formation absorption, so it absorbed it? Then why can't my consciousness enter the bracelet at all? What's the use of this broken bracelet? It swallowed so many of my spirit stones, but the treasures inside can only be seen but not used. Aren't you playing tricks on me?"
Upon hearing this, Jing Wuyan lowered his head and looked at her carefully.
He really couldn't say that this matter had nothing to do with him, but it was hard to say it. If she really knew that the mark of her previous recognition of the Lord had been erased by him, she would probably be in trouble again.
Jing Wuyan dropped his hands behind his back. He looked mysterious in his light black clothes. He explained a few unimportant points, "You accidentally cut your finger that day, and the blood on your hand inadvertently seeped into the bracelet, which automatically activated the soul gathering formation in the Qiankun bracelet."
"The spirit stone was automatically converted into the spiritual energy that supported the formation at that time and then absorbed. This has nothing to do with me. However, because your cultivation level is too low now, the bracelet refuses to recognize you as its master, so you can't use the things inside."
Hearing what he said, Nan Yan suddenly became even angrier, and the redness at the corners of her eyes became more obvious, as if stained with a thin layer of clouds. "How can this be justified? Can it be called a divine weapon? If it didn't want to recognize me as its master, why did it use my blood to activate the formation and steal my spirit stone? Do you think I'm blind? It's obviously you who are playing tricks on me."
Jing Wuyan just looked at her without saying a word. So what if he was really the one causing trouble? She couldn't do anything to him.
Some strong people with bottom lines may talk to you about the rules, but if they don’t, what can you do?
This is how the world works. Strength is everything. If you don't have enough cultivation, you can only be bullied. This is not only the case in the cultivation world, but the cultivation world has magnified this rule several times, so everyone has found a reasonable excuse for their unruly behavior, greed and selfishness.
The more she spoke, the angrier she became, and the more aggrieved she felt. She looked pitiful, as if she had been terribly bullied, and her expression was extremely sad and upset.
Nan Yan was also very good at utilizing her advantages. She was still relatively young, and in the eyes of some of the sect's teachers and seniors, a female cultivator who had established her foundation in her early twenties was not much different from an underage girl in the mortal world. In addition, she was the little sister who was usually pampered in the sect, so everyone gave in to her. As a result, she was so angry that she burst into tears under Jing Wuyan's squinting eyes.
Tears fell one by one along her fair and soft face like beads from a broken string.
She knew that these high-ranking monks were never wary of the female monks who had lower cultivation and looked harmless, but they were not completely without vigilance.
Rather, they are proud of their own talents and advantages, and think they are in control of everything. So when faced with provocations and accusations from weak female cultivators like her, he seems to be indifferent but somewhat interested. When he is in the mood, he may talk to her about fairness instead of lowering himself to argue with her.
They don't bother to care about these things.
Nan Yan likes the fact that they are conceited and proud.
Otherwise, how would she have the chance to take advantage of the loophole?
After all, this is the world of cultivation, and cultivators have only one way to solve troubles: either kill the opponent or be killed by the opponent.
This man's strength seems to be unfathomable. It will only take a few minutes for him to kill her. Now he has been entangled with her for so long and has not killed her, a minor foundation-building cultivator, with a single blow. It is probably because he is restricted by the restrictions of the Qiankun bracelet.
If that's the case, then she must be very courageous.
While you can still have fun, have fun with it.
And Jing Wuyan in front of him indeed thinks so.
In his eyes, the female cultivator crying on the ground was so weak that she was not worth his attack at all.
She cried, and it wasn't enough. She actually pulled the bracelet off her wrist and smashed it hard on his chest. This helpless venting behavior looked fierce and pitiful, and it was not threatening at all. "You bully others by relying on your high cultivation level. The spirit stones I have saved for a long time are gone just like this."
"I don't care whether you are a divine weapon or not. I don't want your broken bracelet anymore, and I don't want the treasure inside. Give me back my spiritual stone and the things you stole from me..."
This is no different from a little kid rolling around.
Jing Wuyan looked at the female cultivator in a rather strange way. Perhaps it was because the girl was too young for him, perhaps not even a fraction of his age. And he had indeed erased the mark of her recognition of the master, making the bracelet a waste of money to her. He inexplicably had the illusion of bullying the little girl.
Jing Wuyan had never seen such a scene before. In the past, when he encountered such messy entanglements, he would just kill them and be done with it.
But this female cultivator was completely different from those female cultivators he had seen in the past who had fought tooth and nail for some spiritual treasure opportunities and stabbed each other in the back.
Perhaps it was because he was protected too well by the sect, so he had never seen any of the dangers of the world of cultivation.
But it did give him a headache.
Because all the spirit stones have been transformed into spiritual energy, if he were asked to compensate her, where would he get the money?
His spiritual power is unstable now. After sleeping for so many years, his cultivation has regressed to the lowest level. Now he cannot be more than a hundred meters away from the bracelet. Once he is too far away, he will be forcibly recalled to the bracelet. In this way, he can do nothing at all.
And this female cultivator is currently half the owner of the bracelet. Before the new mark covers it, he cannot stay too far away from her. He can neither kill her nor leave her. For the first time, Jing Wuyan felt a very troublesome and tricky feeling.
But this kind of trouble is different from the practical difficulties he encountered in previous cultivation. He can decisively solve those practical obstacles, but this female cultivator cannot do so for the time being.
Jing Wuyan frowned, feeling inexplicably out of control. After thinking for a while, he finally said, "Okay, stop crying. Your spirit stone is definitely not coming back."
他将那女修打量一圈，眼裏透着顯而易見的嫌棄，“你如今的修為又太低，靈池內的靈髓液太過精純強悍，以你尚未被淬煉過的體質冒然吞食靈髓液，只會爆體而亡，有百害而無一益。若不然，我給你一些珍稀靈植，你拿到山下坊市去賣了，這樣應該能抵消你失去的那些靈石，你看這般如何？”
聽到這話，南嫣哭聲頓時一停。
她擡頭瞧着對面那人，那一排烏黑濃密的睫毛上還挂着幾顆晶瑩剔透的淚珠，然後将信将疑地問他，“你說真的？不許反悔，你可欠了我不少靈石的，一些靈植就夠了嗎？能不能多給一點？”
鏡無延瞧着那女修眼神一亮，瞬間抹了把眼淚，然後利索爬起來，三兩步就小跑到他身邊，把那丢在地上的乾坤镯撿了起來。
臉上哪兒還有半分先前委屈控訴的模樣，眉毛跳的都快飛起來了。
她神識往裏頭一掃，又擡眸瞧他，被眼淚沖洗過的眼睛倒是晶瑩剔透的，烏黑又清澈，聲音卻是有些嫌棄，“就這麽點啊，這麽些夠嗎？你就不能再給幾株嗎？”
她一邊說着，還一邊抓住身旁鋪在地上的袍子往臉上抹了一把，将眼淚擦擦幹淨。
接着又開始不厭其煩地敲那只镯子，嘴裏還念叨着，“好歹也是個神器，這麽摳門未免太自降身份了，多吐點啊，再吐兩株……”
鏡無延：“……”
他現在在想，這丫頭是不是故意在坑他的？
就等着他說這番話了是不是？否則不可能用那麽頑劣的法子逼他出來。
鏡無延皺眉，低頭瞧了一眼那衣擺上濕漉漉的淚跡，眉峰忽然不受控制地跳了下。
總覺得往後的日子還很麻煩，他深呼吸一口氣，然後強忍心頭的殺意，一把将袍子從她手中抽了出來。
他已經很久沒有這種沖動的念頭了，現在卻莫名有種想揍人的沖動，但瞧着她那小身板，一不小心可能就會将她給打死。
算了，他現在忍了。等找到該找的人，他一定會毫不猶豫一掌拍死她。
南嫣抿唇瞧着到手的各種靈植草藥，終于忍不住笑了，哭兩場就能換來這些，她還能再多哭幾次。
這人也算是大方了，給的還都是一些修真界極罕見的靈植。怪不得原劇情中，女主發家致富那麽快了，不僅自己修為蹭蹭蹭地往上升，連帶着身邊的追随者們都能分得不少好處，畢竟在這個修真界裏，做什麽都是需要靈石的，靈石可以買來各種資源。
修真界的幾條靈脈都被各大宗門把控得死死的，想要成功飛升，想買各種丹藥、靈劍武器、符法陣盤，都必須要有靈石才行，而靈石要靠闖秘境、做任務才能得來，否則天賦再好，也沒辦法一個人飛升上界。
如今她享受的這可是女主的待遇，哎，這可真是不容易啊。
南嫣拿着靈植去了宗門山下坊市的丹藥鋪子，這些靈植放在她手中無用，只有丹修、藥修靈植師才能發揮最大多用，南嫣披上了鬥篷，隐藏了真實身份，将自己從乾坤镯裏坑來的靈植全都賣了。
最後賣了七十二株靈植，三十三株較為尋常的修真界靈植，剩下的都比較珍稀難尋，所以價格不低。
最後差不多得了二十塊塊上品靈石，四百塊中品靈石。
南嫣興沖沖地摸着櫃子上的納物袋，雖然遲早都會離開這裏，但沒人會嫌棄自己的財産不夠多的，神識一掃，便瞧見裏頭碼的整整齊齊的靈石盒子，這下好了，狗镯子吞了她的靈石全都還的差不多了。
不過接下來要怎麽繼續糾纏他呢？
鏡無延瞧着那女修捧着靈石袋子一副上不得臺面的模樣，目光掃過，就這麽點靈石都能高興成這樣，實在是一言難盡。
他神識放開無意中往外頭坊市一掃，就看到了那半株還未長成的千秋藤。
千秋藤不是什麽罕見東西，但很難取得，只因千秋藤是赤焰蛇最喜歡的樹藤。
赤焰蛇雖然是低階妖獸，但聚集在一起的時候也教人有些頭疼，尋常修士修為不高的不會輕易去招惹，修為高的則是瞧不上。
要在從前他也瞧不上，偏偏他是金火雙靈根，火系精純，如今神識從沉睡中剛蘇醒，魂力不穩，赤焰蛇王的內丹屬性為火，于他有穩定魂力的作用。
若是沒叫他瞧見也就罷了，可如今瞧見了這番際遇，他自然是要想辦法拿到的。
否則如今這副魂體不穩的模樣，還不知何時才能恢複修為？最麻煩的是，稍有不慎可能就會再次陷入沉睡，就連對付一個築基小修都得瞻前顧後，實在為難。
于是虛影一閃，他身形輕晃便落到了南嫣的身後，拍了拍她的肩膀，“你看到那個攤子上賣的千秋藤了嗎？千秋藤不常見，你問他是從哪裏尋得的，我需要尋一些東西穩定魂力。”
南嫣眉梢微動，真是瞌睡了就有人送枕頭，不過讓她幫忙可沒那麽容易。
她歪頭瞧着身旁的男子，輕哼一聲，“我為什麽要幫你？你自己有手有腳的不能去嗎？”
鏡無延也低頭瞧她，表情冷靜，“顯露身形會浪費靈力，我如今修為不夠，不能浪費靈力，目前只能顯露于你身前。”
“還有，我現在不能離開镯子太遠，否則會被強召回來，你幫我問一下，我給你十株靈植草作為報酬？”
聽到這話，對面的女修頓時眸眼一亮，好似兩道淺月似的，眼睛水汪汪地望着他，“好，這可是你自己說的，不許反悔。”
女修抓着他的手掌用力拍了一下，像凡間那樣約法三章，讓鏡無延有些怪異，然後樂颠颠地松開，生怕他會後悔似的。
鏡無延冷靜“嗯”了聲，然後就瞧見那女修一路小跑到那攤子邊，跟那男修拍肩搭背的聊了一通，臉上帶着和善笑意，哄得那胖老頭滿臉褶子，最後才得意洋洋帶着消息回來了。
“那個築基老頭說在白霧山找到的，還說那裏蛇蟲鼠蟻比較多，讓我一個漂亮女修最好不要去，免得遇到危險。”
她話剛說完，那兩只柔軟白皙的小手伸到他面前，跟他從前養的那只靈寵頗為相似，尤其這讨東西時的姿勢，簡直一模一樣。
“拿來吧。”
鏡無延便從袖中翻出靈植遞過去，嘴裏的話還沒說出來，一低頭就瞧見那女修就跟得了寶貝似的笑彎了眼，果真是一副沒見過世面的樣子。
鏡無延停頓半晌，然後才說道，“那咱們走吧，白霧山距離此處應該不遠，來回一趟也花不了多少時間，這也算是你的機緣。”
南嫣瞧着這人毫不猶豫往前的架勢，卻一下子停住了腳步，然後哼他一聲，兩只眼睛毫不客氣地瞅着他。
“走什麽走？我什麽時候說過我要去白霧山了，你自己要尋一些東西穩定魂力跟我有什麽關系啊，我為什麽要跟你一起去？”
鏡無延身形頓了頓，轉過頭來盯着她，“機緣你也不要嗎？千秋藤雖然常見，但坊市價格卻不低，而且如今正是千秋果成熟的季節，你那麽缺靈石，這些可都是資源，你也不稀罕嗎？”
說到這個，南嫣就忍不住笑了，拍拍自己的納物袋，明顯很滿足，“托你的福，我剛剛大賺了一筆，這些靈石已經夠我用好久了，那些要冒險的機緣我就不要了，反正要去你就一個人去吧，我不陪你去。”
說着又背過腦袋數着剛到手的靈植，反手就存進了納物袋裏。
鏡無延瞧着這人不肯配合的模樣，眉頭瞬間擰緊。
他要是能一個人離開的話肯定不會搭理這個築基小修，偏偏他如今的行動被乾坤镯限制得死死的，讓他根本不能遠離一步。
“白給的機緣你也不要？你如今卡在築基初期已經很久了吧，一點拼搏冒險的念頭都沒有，你這輩子都不可能突破金丹了。”
南嫣心中好笑，這人當她傻嗎？
看不出來他此刻的需求明顯比她更着急嗎？既然這樣的話，不好好坑他一把那怎麽對得起自己委曲求全呢？
聽着這話，南嫣轉頭瞧他一眼，然後毫不心虛地說道，“不能突破也沒關系，我在宗門有吃有喝，大師兄也會護我一輩子的，我幹嘛要那麽辛辛苦苦地把命拴在褲腰帶上，要是遇着危險了怎麽辦，我可就一條小命。”
話是這麽說不假，但鏡無延的眉頭明顯擰得更緊了。
他都活這麽多年了，就沒見過這麽貪生怕死的築基小修，白給的機緣都畏首畏尾的，活該她修為低，一輩子無法突破。
他深呼吸一口氣，生怕自己把人弄死。
鏡無延沉默了半晌，突然又說，“你就這麽怕死麽？你這麽辛辛苦苦修煉不就是為了突破為了長生嗎？這次的機緣，我可以保證，肯定會很豐厚，你真的不去？”
他這問題的心思，真是讓人想看不出來都難。
偏偏南嫣就要跟他作對。
那顆烏黑的腦袋點了點，“我當然怕死啊，我修煉是為了讓自己開心啊，我築基了已經能活兩百歲了，目前夠了。”
畢竟原劇情裏，原主五十歲都沒活到呢，兩百歲，太久了啊。
鏡無延頗有些不甘心，他這副模樣支撐不了多久的，有了赤焰蛇的內丹，會穩固很多，又問，“你真的不去？”
南嫣朝他鹹魚一笑，然後果斷搖頭，“誰愛去誰去，反正我不去。”
鏡無延：“……”
鏡無延低頭瞧着那頭發烏黑的弱小女修，頭一次産生了一種無從下手的麻煩感，這世上怎麽會有這種貪生怕死的修士？
就連未築基的煉氣小修都比她大膽，尤其是這唾手可得的豐厚資源，她就真的一點也不稀罕？這攢經驗的事情也不願意幹？
那她這麽努力修煉做什麽？
她不稀罕的話，他就沒辦法拿到赤焰蛇的內丹，沒辦法穩定魂力，就無法恢複修為重新修煉，這是一個惡性循環。
都怪這乾坤镯被她認主的時候他還在沉睡，否則，他真的一掌拍死她，也不會讓乾坤镯被她這麽稀裏糊塗地認了主，造成如今這副受制于人的頭疼場面。
鏡無延揉了揉眉心，最後沒辦法妥協，“算我求你的，你說，你想要什麽，就當是陪我去一趟，我給你報酬行了吧？”
南嫣嘴角彎了彎，早這麽上道不就行了嘛，非得要人逼一下才開竅，這世上有這麽好的事嗎？
好在如今她還有籌碼，這人受制于人的局勢還沒解除，讓她有機會鑽空子。
南嫣聽到這話，忽然轉過頭來笑了一下，她瞳孔烏黑，像兩粒黑潤的明珠，透着一絲清澈的光。
“你說真的，想要什麽都行嗎？”
鏡無延頓了下，總覺得會有什麽不好的事情發生，但如今這種局勢，也容不得他再猶豫了，便說，“只是力所能及的事情。”
南嫣抿唇一笑，那張清媚脫俗的小臉突然湊過來，一手拽着他的袍子，然後伸出三根白皙如玉的手指，“三個要求，你得答應我三件事情，我就陪你去找千秋藤，怎麽樣？”
鏡無延低頭定定瞧着人。
所以這丫頭早有預謀了是吧？
鏡無延只覺得胸口微末翻騰，生平第一次有種難以言喻的憋屈感，偏還拿她沒有辦法。
他腦海中斟酌一番，仔細想想應了她也無妨，以這女修貪生怕死的性子，估計也不會提出什麽太為難的要求來。
“我答應你，你說要我做什麽事情？”他忍着某種煩躁，倒想看看她能說出什麽事情來。
聽到這話，南嫣便忍不住笑了，然後掰着第一根手指頭，“別以為我瞧不出來，你這人對我是極不耐煩的，三番兩次的用那種直勾勾的眼神騙我我要你答應我，往後不能再欺負我，更不能做出傷害我的事情，這就是第一個要求，你答不答應？”
大概是怕死的人對危險有種天然的直覺，倒是不曾想她也能感受到他之前的那絲殺意，鏡無延低頭瞧了對方一眼，然後應了一聲，“我保證，以後不會主動傷你性命。”
說完又輕吐了一口氣，“那第二件事情呢？”
南嫣敲了敲手裏的乾坤镯，一副陰謀得逞，笑意吟吟地盯着他看，然後伸出五根手指頭，“五百株珍稀靈植，你給不給？”
鏡無延看着那女修眼裏露出的笑意，嘴唇抿了抿，忽然很想反悔自己剛答應的第一個要求，他盯着人，黑眸深深，“五百株珍稀靈植太多，給你折中，三百株珍稀靈植，加上兩百株尋常靈植，這樣可以了嗎？”
南嫣原本就沒想着能拿到這麽多，不過這人既然出手大方，那她肯定是毫不猶豫地收下的，于是頭點的跟小雞啄米似的，生怕晚了一刻對方就後悔了。
“可以可以，我不挑的……”
瞧見這女修忙不疊點頭的模樣，鏡無延心中也稍稍松了一口氣。
只是一些靈植就無事，小修真秘境開啓不久，靈植将将養成，給她倒也無妨，等他找到镯子真正的主人，到時自會尋找機緣助她飛升上界。
“行了，還有第三件事是什麽？”
他現在只想趁早擺脫這個築基小修。
南嫣抿唇輕笑，忽然朝他招了招手。
“第三個要求也不過分，你稍微站過來一些，我怕你聽不見。”
鏡無延皺眉，這是在搞什麽把戲？
他猶豫了一下，又瞧着那修為極低的女修，要按照從前在上界，他可能一只手就能摁死她，現在修為雖倒退至原點，但也不是這女修可以偷襲得了的。
他這樣想着，又稍微往前行了一兩步。
“行了，說吧，我能聽見。”
話音剛落，就瞧見對面那女修眼珠黑亮，慢慢湊了過來，溫熱的呼吸起伏着，有一股淡淡的果香，“第三個要求就是，你得再答應我三個要求……”
聽到這話，饒是鏡無延再懶得跟她計較，此刻額頭也忍不住抽了兩下。
他下意識地朝對方伸手，想要把人抓回來教訓一頓，結果對方早有準備，溜得極快，他只抓到了一手的軟毛。
頭發這麽軟，心腸倒挺黑。
鏡無延頭一次被人氣到發脾氣，他都多少年沒發過火了，沉睡了這麽久了對外界的認知都變淺了，這臭丫頭是不是覺得他脾氣很好，還得再答應她三個要求，哪有這種無理取鬧的事情？
簡直就是胡攪蠻纏，不講道理。
最後南嫣還是被這人抓住了，被他拎住後衣領子，一個用力就拽了回去，然後對着她耳邊陰森森道，“你玩我，臭丫頭，你真以為我脾氣很好，敢這樣戲弄我？”
南嫣後腦抵在他胸口，整個人被壓制得死死的不能動彈，最後只能掙紮着滿臉控訴的模樣，眼冒淚花，“騙子，你好歹也是個神器，你跟我一個築基小修計較什麽啊？再說了，你剛答應過我什麽你忘記了嗎？你說不會主動傷害我的，你現在還鎖我喉……”
南嫣現在是将厚臉皮發揮到了極致，“哎呀呀，疼疼疼，腦袋疼，頭發被壓住了，喉嚨喘不過氣來了，我要被你勒死了……”
其實也沒有多疼，這人力道不重，就是按着她不能動彈，不過三分的難受也被她演成十分的了，委屈巴巴。
鏡無延冷笑一聲，他還是第一次見這麽臉皮厚的女修，手臂圈着這人的脖子，将人拽了回來，“老實點，第三個要求不算，你重新提，前兩個要求我已經答應你了，現在你得陪我去白霧山。”
南嫣立馬露出妥協的神色，“好好好，我答應你還不成嘛，你還不快放手……”
說完又忍不住補充了一句，“那第三個要求我暫時還沒想好，以後再提行不行？”
鏡無延瞧着那女修轉過臉可憐巴巴的模樣，眼圈紅紅的像只兔子，冷冷哼了一聲，這才松手将人放開。
放開人後，南嫣捂着胸口咳嗽了幾聲，又擡眸時不時地瞪人一眼，瞪的鏡無延簡直想把人抓回來再教訓一頓。
……
兩人最後還是一起去了白霧山。
這山顧名思義也知道山上終年霧氣彌漫環繞，山中白霧茫茫，即便修士神識放開，最多也只能瞧見十幾米遠的距離。
況且山上多毒蟲異獸，尤其迷霧蒙蒙的時候，妖獸掩藏在霧中襲擊修士，很容易讓人來不及防備，普通築基小修很少會來這種地方尋找機緣。
兩人随着傳送陣法抵達山腳。
剛抵達山下，穿過那層透明的結界時，兩人便感覺一層白茫茫的霧氣包裹住了神識，即便神識放得再遠，瞧見的依舊是一片濃霧，這種情況于修士而言無異于瞎子。
南嫣便收了法器，直接步行躍到山下，身旁的鏡無延一直跟着手镯。
南嫣躊躇着不肯進去，鏡無延看她那膽小怕死的模樣，又是一陣嫌棄，心底再一次煩躁，乾坤镯怎麽會被這種修士認主的。
他擡手，掌心直接貼上她的肩膀，一邊推着人，一邊抵在她後面不讓她退縮，“行了，你只管進去，什麽都不用怕，其餘的交給我就行了。”
聽到這個保證，南嫣頓時放松下來了。
她要的就是這個結果嘛。
兩人進入山上以後才發現這白霧山上是一片茂密的樹林，林中各種樹木高聳入雲，要不是高得都看不見頂，真的會以為這就是一片普通的林子而已。
南嫣瞧着身旁白茫茫的一片，估計是她修為較低的緣故，神識放開瞧見的也都是四周的白霧跟樹林。
鏡無延要找的是千秋藤。
她聽那個築基老頭說了，千秋藤就在山腰附近，南嫣瞧着四周的各種青藤樹木，兩人找了半天也沒發現千秋藤所在，倒是身上時不時被幾只飛蚊騷擾。
再往前走，鏡無延就停了下來。
南嫣也被迫停了下來，她摸了摸腦袋，感覺後頭那人手指忽然滑過後頸，冰涼涼的，有些瘆人，她轉頭瞪着他，
"Why are you touching my neck?"
Jing Wuyan just felt puzzled, looked at her calmly, his eyes fell on Qianqiu Teng opposite, and then casually replied, "It wasn't me, I didn't touch you."
As soon as the voice fell, the little finger brushed her head again. Nan Yan caught the man's sneaky action with her backhand, "You said you didn't touch it, but if it's not you, then is it a ghost?"
Nan Yan grabbed the person back and felt the cool touch on her palm, which was inexplicably slippery.
She looked closely and saw that it was actually a colorful snake!
Nan Yan's scalp suddenly went numb, and for a moment she wanted to throw the snake at the face of the person opposite her.
But suddenly she thought of her current identity as a cultivator. She was just a low-level little spirit snake that couldn't even break her aura shield. It seemed that there was nothing to be afraid of.
So she pinched the snake's tail and threw it back in front of Jing Wuyan, smiling coldly and imposingly, "Hehe, it's just a small snake, there's nothing to be afraid of."
Hearing this, the person opposite smiled and nodded at her, "Well, it's good that you are not afraid. Let's get started."
Start? Start what?
Nan Yan was about to ask him what he started with, but she heard a sudden hissing sound coming from behind her. She turned her head and saw countless green vines climbing on the tall Qianqiu tree, and the vines were covered with dense snakes.
Colorful, soft bodies entangled together, piled up in a ball, rolling forward, with a hissing sound rising and falling.
At that moment, Nan Yan simply wanted to beat the man opposite her with a hammer. She couldn't help it anyway, and had completely forgotten her identity as a monk of her sect.
He grabbed Jing Wuyan who was beside him and hugged him tightly. He was so scared that his face turned pale. He cried and asked him in a trembling voice, "You bastard, didn't you say you were here to find vines? Why are there so many snakes?"
She was so dedicated and responsible that she remembered to hold on to her target even though she was scared.
Jing Wuyan was caught off guard and hugged by someone. He didn't have time to dodge for a while, but looking at the man's pale face, he was obviously in a very good mood.
"I'm here to look for vines. The Red Flame Snake's favorite plant is the Thousand Autumn Vine. Now, you take the Thousand Autumn Vine and I'll take the Red Flame Snake King's inner elixir. We can have the best of both worlds and have both things."
He patted the man on the back and said coldly, "Alright, come down quickly. Didn't you say you weren't afraid of snakes? These are low-level monsters with little power. We can easily deal with them with half each."
How could Nan Yan let go of the man she had finally entangled with? She buried her head in his chest and cried pitifully, "I won't get off, I won't get off, I won't get off even if I die. You handle it alone. I get a headache and eyes hurt just looking at it. I'm not afraid of a small snake, but there must be at least tens of thousands of them. The snakes are coming, coming! They're coming from behind, get out of the way!"
Jing Wuyan was entangled by this female cultivator who was like a dog-skin plaster, and he couldn't pull himself away for a while, so he could only take her with him to dodge.
The monk's breath startled the snake king on the vine tree. After waking up, the snake king pointed at the low-level spirit snakes and began to attack.
The best opportunity for a sneak attack was missed, and Jing Wuyan was feeling angry, but he was entangled by this man and couldn't move.
He didn't expect this female cultivator to be so incompetent that she couldn't even deal with a low-level monster. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and asked her, "Why is your cultivation so poor? Why do you fish in troubled waters all day long? I thought your aura shield could hold on for a while."
Nan Yan cried on his chest, her tears smearing on his clothes, "You are mean to me? You are still mean to me, I said I would not come, but you insisted that I come, now you see, we have disturbed the snake's nest, we are going to be buried alive by the snakes, it's all your fault."
"Woo, woo, hurry up, the one on the left is flying over, the one on the right, hurry up and crush it to death, crush it quickly, there is still one above your head!"
She cried and asked him to hide, for fear of being bitten, so she even tucked her fingers into her sleeves and hid herself very well.
Jing Wuyan took a deep breath, "Shut up! Your senior brother has made you too weak. You are a cultivator, and cultivators should experience hardships and grow on their own. If you don't even have the ability to face these small setbacks, you will die sooner or later."
The female cultivator curled up in his arms sobbed and spat, "I will grow up on my own next time, this time I leave it to you, hurry up, help, my senior brother would never let me do this, hurry up, crush it to death, crush it to death quickly."
"Hurry up, or the snake king will have a hot dinner. We estimate that we can feed it for a long time."
Jing Wuyan: "..."
There's really no hope at all.