The crazy junior sister Yin turned into a dog, and the sky was full of gods and Buddhas and took a d

The sun rises in the east, and the first ray of gold shines on Wuwu Peak, which is dazzlingly white.

boom -

There was a muffled explosion, snow rustled down, and several more in succession, shaking the entire Wuwang Peak.

"Who are you, why don't you let me sleep so early in the morning?" He Mu muttered sleepily, wearing clothes.

"Junior sister is really full of energy." Leshan shook his fan, narrowed his fox eyes and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Lin Wanshu was tending the flowers and grass when he suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of Ming Fan: "What are you doing, little junior sister?"

Several people rushed towards Ming Fan's residence in unison.

Ming Fan lay on the ground with his hair disheveled. After a while, he sat up and spit out a mouthful of snow water.

After she introduced the Qi into her body, she used the spiritual Qi and added some exercises to draw a talisman. Unexpectedly, she blew up the mountain.

Mingfan crossed his legs on the spot, adjusted his breath, and ran the technique in a circle, bringing out the slightest warmth.

She has a mixed spiritual root of five elements, and her talent is not very high. A few hours of training is not as fast as half an hour of the best spiritual root.

Looking at the pitiful few strands of spiritual energy in his dantian, Mingfan frowned. At this speed, he would build his own foundation.

"Little Junior Sister!" Three figures walked over quickly.

"Why are you here?" Ming Fan opened her eyes and saw three big faces, which startled her.

"With such a movement this morning, we were worried about you, so we came over to take a look." Lin Wanshu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Ming Fan was still the same person.

Leshan leaned against the mountain wall and nodded obediently.

"Ah, I couldn't control my strength when I drew the talisman in the morning." Ming Fan smiled kindly, "By the way, where can I buy talisman paper and talisman pens?"

She got up in the middle of the night last night and replenished her knowledge of this world.

The realm of a monk is: body refining, qi training, foundation building, golden elixir, Yuanying, leaving the body, transforming into a spirit, combining one body, overcoming tribulations, and ascending.

The paths of cultivation are even more diverse: sword cultivation, talisman cultivation, and alchemy cultivation are the most common. There are also some that rely on external forces, such as weapon repair, beast control, and Hehuan Dao. As for soul cultivation and body cultivation, she had only read about them in books.

Those are not things she has to worry about now. She is too poor. Even Wumeng Mountain and the mountains outside the mountain and the vast horizon think she is poor.

"Little junior sister, are you going to join the Talisman Cultivation Dao?" Leshan's eyes suddenly lit up, this feeling is good, and he will feel comforted when he takes Talisman Cultivation classes in the future.

Ming Fan nodded and took it for granted. She couldn't tell Leshan that she was a talisman painter in her previous life.

He Mu listened in a daze and immediately sobered up a lot. How could the junior sister draw talisman with this magic stick? He and Mu had a cold war when they thought that the little junior sister would turn into Leshan's nagging look.

"No, no, little junior sister, if you don't practice talismans well, you will become a fool, Nuo, just like him." He said and pursed his lips towards Leshan.

Leshan sneered, looked at Lin Wanshu and said aggrievedly: "Elder brother, look at him, he is bullying others again."

Lin Wanshu's expression remained unchanged as he pulled Ming Fan up: "Let's go, I'll take you to see things."

Lin Wanshu really wanted to go crazy sometimes. His junior brothers were all abnormal, and he often felt helpless.

"Does Senior Brother have something on his mind?" Ming Fan looked at Lin Wanshu sympathetically. She felt that Senior Brother seemed to be silently twisting his heart.

She patted his shoulder comfortingly: "Chinese young man, it's normal to go crazy. Go crazy early, and ham only needs to be the king of kings."

Junior sister, what are you talking about? Lin Wanshu pondered, why does it feel... it makes some sense.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them arrived at a small town at the foot of the mountain. There were many immortal cultivators here. At first, some people gathered here to exchange things, but later it gradually became a market.

Ming Fan looked around and saw that there were all kinds of small shops and stalls, and it was full of people and it was very lively.

"over there."

Ming Fan followed Lin Wanshu and came to a shop with "Fu Xian Pavilion" written on it. All he saw were dazzling talisman pens.

"Senior Brother...will this be expensive?" She really didn't have much money.

"Look first."

Ming Fan followed his words, and finally his eyes rested on a turquoise talisman pen wrapped in golden lines.

"This fairy has really good vision. This is the handiwork of the formation-breaking master of Tianxuan Sect, and this is the only one."

The waiter looked at the two of them and came up to them with a smile.

Ming Fan touched the talisman pen and found it was indeed good: "How much does it cost?"

"This one is a unique one, so the price is naturally a little more expensive, eight thousand five hundred spiritual stones."

Ming Fan secretly weighed his purse, and when she left, he picked up one thousand medium-grade and ten thousand low-grade spiritual stones from the Ming family. After spending all this time, there are only [-] middle-grade and [-] low-grade left. One piece of high-grade can be exchanged for one hundred medium-grade, and the same goes for medium-grade and low-grade.

Before Ming Fan could say anything, Lin Wanshu said warmly: "It's cheaper, five thousand, okay?"

"Chang Immortal, this is the only product of the Master of Breaking the Formation." The waiter put away his talisman pen, and it turned out that he had no money.

"Yes, Senior Brother, how about five thousand?" Ming Fan stepped forward and smiled sweetly at the waiter: "Fifty, do you want to sell it?"

"Fairy, turn right when you go out." The corner of the waiter's mouth twitched.

"What, you want to give it to me for free? There is such a good thing."

"Get out." The waiter yelled.

No, are they okay? Looking at the human appearance, are you already so shameless in the world of immortality today?

The two people who were kicked out looked at each other in silence.

After a long while, Ming Fan said: "Elder brother, money is such a good thing."

Lin Wanshu nodded, deeply convinced. Who says it isn't?

The two of them returned without success.

After Ming Fan came back, he went straight back to his cave.

If she can't buy talisman pens and talisman paper, she can't draw talisman. If she can't draw talismans, she can't sell them for money. If she can't sell them for money, she can't buy talisman pens and talisman paper.

Ming Fan suddenly thought of something and his eyebrows lit up: "Old Ghost, Old Ghost, Grandpa Ghost, are you there?"

After a long time, an old voice slowly responded: "It's broad daylight, what is the ghost's name?"

"Old Ghost, for the sake of our life-and-death friendship, it's not too much to give me a talisman pen and talisman paper, right?" They have both died once, so it is not an exaggeration to say that they are life-and-death friends.

silence……

"Actually, spiritual stones are not bad either."

Old Ghost: "I have some abilities, but I'm not the bastard in the wishing pool!" He cut off contact with her.

"6." Ming Fan sighed inwardly: Sometimes, people are really helpless. She began to understand her senior brother.

The second day, Qingyang Sect, green bamboo forest

Things that sect disciples get from going out to do tasks or that they don't need themselves will gather in one place, either exchanged or bought and sold.

The Cuizhu Forest is the trading place for Qingyang Sect disciples.

At this time, many disciples gathered around one place, and there were faint shouts coming from inside.

"Everyone, don't be anxious, don't rush, come one by one, line up, line up." Then he shouted: "It's not easy to use, no money, I will guarantee it with my senior brother's reputation."

Ming Fan sat behind the table, and there was a sign hanging next to him: On behalf of the painting

In the meantime, her face was rosy, and she lowered her head to write and draw on the talisman paper on the table. After finishing one sheet, she added the next one.

At this time, Mingfan felt that what she drew was not a talisman, but Grandpa, the God of Wealth, waving.

Last night, she was lying in bed, all she could think about was money, and suddenly an idea came to her, right? She can go and draw charms on people. She didn't have a pen or paper, so she could earn some crafting fees.

For those who provide her with talisman pens, she draws talismans for free as a reward. For the rest, give her [-] low-grade spiritual stones or a stack of talisman papers as a fee for one talisman.

Qingyang Sect is a world of swordsmen. When going out to perform tasks, elixirs and talismans are essential. Although their sword cultivators are powerful, it is still a lot easier to prepare some commonly used talismans.

Ming Fan grasped this point, and sales were really good for a while.

"Are you Qingqiu, the newly recovered little disciple?" The voice was pleasant and sweet with a hint of smile, like a clear spring hitting the valley, creating ripples.

Ming Fan raised his head and saw a coquettish face with affectionate eyes. However, he was wearing a crescent-white gown, which made him noble and elegant, diluting the evil aura.

When the surrounding disciples saw this, they dispersed like birds and beasts.

Ming Fan frowned, this man didn't come earlier, he didn't come late, but he was talking to him now. Didn't he scare away the God of Wealth men?

"My God of Wealth ran away, you have to compensate me." Ming Fan muttered, but facing such a pretty face, he really couldn't lose his temper.

The visitor was not anxious or annoyed, and smiled lowly: "Oh? Are you a talisman cultivator?" Then he picked up the talisman on her table and looked at it carefully.

"Yes, Qingqiu's vision is indeed good." He took out a talisman pen and a pack of spiritual stones with his backhand, "I am your junior uncle, call me."

Ming Fan took the spirit stone and talisman pen with a smile. If he really wanted to sleep, someone would give him a pillow. If he was short of money, someone would give him a pillow.

"Uncle Junior, my admiration for you is as gushing as a river, rushing to the sea and coming back again. You are truly a king. You passed the exam in Fan Jin and are world-famous. Heifer beauty pageant, showing off your awesomeness."

Yin Shanxue: "..." Has this child always been like this? Why do you feel so crazy?

"Ahem, okay." Yin Shanxue hesitated for a moment, "How is Qingqiu doing lately?"

oh? He was asking the master. Ming Fan instantly understood that the drunkard's intention was Master, right? She was worrying about how to break the master's steel bars, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of pear trees bloomed.

Ming Fan held his chin up, with a worried look on his face: "Master has not been well at all recently, and I don't know why he is worried. Young Master should spend more time with Master when he has time. I believe Master will be much happier when Young Master is here."

"What's wrong with her?" Yin Shanxue asked urgently.

"I don't know about this, but Master seems to have mentioned Junior Uncle's name." Ming Fan changed the topic, "Little Junior Uncle, I feel that Master treats you differently."

"Really...really? Qingqiu, she...I...I" Yinshan Xue's ears were flushed, and her eyes were filled with water.

Ming Fan secretly thought that the junior uncle was really innocent. The first time they met, she didn't even know his name. Not to mention that the master didn't mention it, even if he did, how would she know it was his name.

Ming Fan patted Yin Shanxue on the shoulder: "Uncle Master, there are three thousand diseases in life and old age, and only lovesickness cannot cure it. Don't wait until the beauty can't be kept, and you will lie drunk among the flowers and fill the building with resentment."

Yin Shanxue silently repeated her words and walked away like a wandering spirit.

Ming Fan returned to the cave and counted the harvest of the whole morning. He grinned happily to the back of his head, twelve thousand spiritual stones.

Put the spirit stone away happily.

She was good at practicing Qi. If she hadn't had some foundation before and drawn so many talismans, she would have turned into an idiot due to mental exhaustion.

Ming Fan was so tired that he lay on the bed and fell asleep. He had to find a way to improve his cultivation quickly.