Quick travel: The host stabbed himself when he became ruthless

Chapter 132 Disciple Cafeteria
Hearing Ming Yuejiao's words, He Jiayu felt a warm current in his heart, maybe Master really wanted to treat him this time!

After entering the room, Ming Yuejiao took out the storage bag for a long time, and finally took out a piece of old cloth that was not too big.

He smiled embarrassingly, "There's only such a big piece of cloth, or I'll just cover the bed, make do with it, and when I earn spirit stones later, I'll cover it with a big and better cloth!"

"Well, that's fine!" He Jiayu nodded silently.

After Ming Yuejiao hung up the old cloth on both sides of the bed, she turned her head and said to He Jiayu who was behind her.

"You will sleep in bed from now on."

"Then where do you sleep, Master?" He Jiayu looked at Ming Yuejiao in surprise and asked.

"I just meditate on the cattail mat. I'm used to sitting before, and I feel uncomfortable if I don't sit for a day." Ming Yuejiao pointed to the old and damaged cattail mat.

After everything was arranged properly, Ming Yuejiao felt a little hungry in her abdomen, so she reached out and touched her stomach and asked.

"Jiayu, how do you usually solve your own food and clothing problems?"

"Well, I just went to the disciple canteen to buy some food and fill my stomach."

"Okay, let's go to the disciple cafeteria to have something to eat now!" Ming Yuejiao said with bright eyes.

"Master, don't you want to take Bigu Pill now?" He Jiayu looked at her strangely and asked.

"Don't eat." Ming Yuejiao said with a serious face.

"I have been in seclusion for hundreds of years, but I haven't improved my cultivation. After thinking about it, it may be because I took too many Bigu Pills."

"It's the three-point poison of the medicine, maybe it's Bigu Pill that stopped me from cultivating the Dao."

"So from today on, I will eat whole grains with you and feel the fireworks in the world."

Mingyuejiao summoned her talisman, the Thousand Absolute Sword.

The Qianjue Sword rapidly expanded in mid-air and landed beside her.

She flew up to the blade of Qianjue Sword, stretched out her hand towards He Jiayu and said.

"Jiayu come up quickly, if it's late, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it for dinner."

He Jiayu looked at the white and tender little hand stretched out in front of him, and his heart beat uncontrollably faster.

"Hurry up, what are you still doing?" Ming Yuejiao urged anxiously seeing that He Jiayu hadn't responded.

After waiting for a while, He Jiayu slowly raised his big hand with distinct bones and placed it on Ming Yuejiao's.

Wei Wei took a small hand that was only half the size of her own palm, stepped on the Qianjue Sword with her strength, and stood behind Ming Yuejiao.

Seeing that He Jiayu had come up, Ming Yuejiao pulled out her hand, turned around and said.

"Stand firm, we are about to set off."

There was still a little warmth in the palm, He Jiayu looked down at his hand.

Sure enough, it was just as I thought, weak, boneless and smooth.

The disciple cafeteria was extremely lively today, and everyone was whispering about the spectacle of Duanqing Peak today.

Everyone was speculating about what happened on the Duanqing Peak.

Ming Yuejiao, who was discussed the most by them, was standing at the door of the student cafeteria with He Jiayu.

Looking at the disciple cafeteria that was already full, he asked with a smile.

"Jiayu, there are so many people eating here in the student cafeteria, the taste must be very good."

He Jiayu didn't know what the disciple's cafeteria was like.

After all, since He Jiayu came to the Hongtian School, he has been living on white flour steamed buns for three meals a day.

Sometimes I can't even eat steamed buns, and I rely on drinking water to satisfy my hunger!
After all, in the past, as his master, he was never allowed to have spirit stones on him.

When all the disciples saw Ming Yuejiao appearing at the door of the cafeteria, they all stopped talking, stood up and saluted her respectfully.

"Disciple pays respects to Uncle Qianjue!"

"Everyone is welcome, continue to eat, I am also here to eat."

Seeing the kind smile on Ming Yuejiao's face, the disciples were very surprised.

In the past, Master Qianjue always lived in a secluded and unsmiling manner, not to mention showing up again. Only disciples would come to the disciple cafeteria.

The attitude is still so kind and friendly, it simply makes people feel unreal.

Especially when they saw He Jiayu following Ming Yuejiao, everyone was simply stunned.

Today's He Jiayu was not injured, and his clothes were still clean.

Such an image is simply too different from the bruised and embarrassed look in the past, it is completely different.

Originally, the position of closed disciple was envied by both inner disciples and outer disciples, but no one would envy the closed disciple under Duanqing Peak's disciple Qianjue.

Although Qianjue is the only woman among the five real people, she also looks like a beautiful fairy.

But everyone knows that Duanqing Peak is the poorest peak of Hongtian Sect, there is not even a single extra grass on it.

All the disciples privately speculated whether it was because Uncle Qianjue couldn't afford the spiritual plant and spiritual grass, and he didn't like ordinary flowers and trees.

That's why there isn't even a single living thing on the Severance Peak.

Moreover, the real person Qianjue is also the weakest among the five real people, the one with the worst spiritual roots, and the lowest cultivation base.

There is no particular advantage in being Qianjue Zhenren's closed disciple.

Moreover, I heard that Master Qianjue is narrow-minded and cannot tolerate the existence of people with better spiritual roots than her.

He Jiayu is a good example, so what about the extraordinary talent?So what if it is the rare Tianlinggen in a thousand years?
It's not like Duanqingfeng was living like a dog. It's possible that the dog was even living better than him.

So this time He Jiayu can appear at the same time as the real person Qianjue, how can everyone not be shocked.

Ming Yuejiao and He Jiayu walked to the window where no one else was around, and the uncle who cooked rice saw Ming Yuejiao's flattering smile and said.

"Master Qianjue, I don't know what you want to eat."

"Eh~" Ming Yuejiao looked up at the price list in front of the cafeteria window.

I was shocked, what?A piece of deer spirit meat requires a medium-grade spirit stone. Is this meat immortal meat?How dare you sell it for such an expensive price? This is money grabbing!
He secretly took out the storage bag and found that there were only 50 yuan low-grade spirit stones in it.

Bah, the original owner is a vicious poor ghost.

Then he leaned back a little and asked He Jiayu in a low voice.

"Jiayu, do you have a spirit stone in your hand?"

"There are only a few low-grade spirit stones." He Yujia replied in a low voice.

Good guy, he is simply poorer than her.

Then I looked at the price list carefully, and finally found a cheap one among the expensive recipes.

White-faced steamed buns only require a low-grade spirit stone.

Oh, this is really a good thing, it is cheap and can satisfy your hunger.

He took out six low-grade spirit stones from the storage bag, slapped them on the cashier counter proudly and said.

"Give me six white flour steamed buns."

The smile on the cafeteria uncle's face stiffened, and the enthusiasm in his eyes disappeared instantly.

With a smirk on his face, he said, "Well, real Qianjue wants six steamed buns."

All the disciples couldn't help but burst into tongues when they heard the uncle in the cafeteria yelling.

Duanqing Peak's poverty really deserves its reputation, even a dignified Nascent Soul Daoist has been reduced to the point of eating white flour steamed buns!
(End of this chapter)