Dressed as a cultivator, she wants to ascend

After eating and drinking, the two of them finally started to visit the market.

More than three years have passed since Lin Kexin last visited the market. Last time she had a purpose, but this time she didn't seem to have anything to buy. Tang Qingling seemed to be the same way. Her purpose seemed to be to go out for a meal.

The two of them walked slowly with the flow of people, paying attention to things they were interested in. Tang Qingling looked more at some spiritual plants and elixirs, and would buy the ones he liked.

At this time, Lin Kexin would silently look at her back from behind.

When she first entered the sect, Tang Qingling was about the same height as Lin Kexin. Now, she is a head taller than her.

well! This is really a toothache!

This toothache-inducing thing only flashed through Lin Kexin's mind before she was attracted by Tang Qingling's voice.

"Uncle Junior, look, look, isn't this..."

Before Lin Kexin could see clearly, Tang Qingling pulled up her sleeves and started talking.

At this time, when Lin Kexin saw what it was, her pupils were shocked, and then she hurriedly grabbed Tang Qingling who wanted to continue talking.

Spirit-washing grass, this is a spirit-washing grass, but it's a little mutated. The normal spirit-cleansing grass is emerald green. The whole plant is slightly red, and it is dying again, so no monks have noticed it.

Last time in the Linglong Secret Realm, Tang Qingling went directly to the middle part just to wash the spirit grass. Her three spirit roots needed it so much.

She had seen records in the sect's library, saying that there was spirit-cleansing grass in the Linglong Secret Realm.

The result, of course, is nothing.

Unexpectedly, she found one while wandering around today. Although it was a little different, she had already checked it just now and did not delay using it for medicine.

"Isn't this just a spiritual grass that is about to die? Are you buying it back to the sect for fun?"

Lin Kexin looked impatient, and then continued: "How many spiritual stones are there? Buy them back to the sect quickly!"

Tang Qingling understood immediately.

"Boss, how much does this spiritual grass cost? My junior uncle is anxious to go back to see the ancestor."

She spoke helplessly, as if there was nothing she could do against her junior uncle, but the slightly trembling fingertips still betrayed the nervousness in her heart.

"A middle-grade spiritual stone, and the things on the stall are packaged and sold!"

The boss looked up at the two little girls and spoke with a treacherous look on his face.

"Why don't you go and grab it!" The two people shouted in unison.

His stall didn't have much in total. Except for the grass he didn't recognize, there were about a hundred or so spiritual stones, which was considered too much.

"That's the price, do you want it?" After the boss finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued to play with his things.

"Qing Ling, collect everything and let's go."

After Lin Kexin finished speaking, she dropped a middle-grade spiritual stone, and Tang Qingling moved very quickly, taking away everything on the stall with a wave of her hand, not even leaving the rag where the things were placed for the boss.

"You said you wanted to package it for sale. This piece of cloth is also from this stall." Tang Qingling rolled her eyes at the boss and shook the piece of cloth a few times before putting it away.

"Let's go!" Lin Kexin watched Tang Qingling put it away and took the lead to walk forward.

"Wait for me, junior uncle!" Tang Qingling followed in panic, as if she was really afraid of her junior uncle.

The two people didn't stop until they were out of the range of the monk's spiritual consciousness.

"I'm suddenly not in a hurry to go back. Let's look at other things, right? I haven't bought anything yet?"

After doing the whole show, Lin Kexin seemed to have suddenly changed her mind.

"Okay, okay. I will listen to my junior uncle." Tang Qingling could only agree as if she was resigned to her fate.

The two people looked at each other and smiled, then started shopping.

During this period, Tang Qingling bought several more elixirs.

"Qing Ling, you seem to be more interested in spiritual plants and elixirs!" Lin Kexin teased with a smile, looking at her cherished look.

"Kexin, my spirit is very friendly to the spirit plant elixir. It's normal for them to like me."

Lin Kexin said nothing more. If she could tell the truth, she would think that Tang Qingling was more suitable to go to Danzong.

In Wangjian Sect, most of them are pure swordsmen cultivators, and only a very small number of people in the sect are law cultivators, or are both swordsmanship cultivators. As for the Four Arts of Cultivation. There are only a few masters in the sect occasionally, and the others are entry-level.

As for why?

You can't ask, the question is that if a sword cultivator has one sword in his life, that's enough.

While Lin Kexin was thinking wildly, Tang Qingling walked through a few more stalls, and this time stopped in front of a stall selling jewelry. The jewelry here not only looks ordinary in style, but also uses ordinary materials. It looks no different from the jewelry used by ordinary people.

At this time, Tang Qingling was holding an ordinary white jade hairpin and looking at it. Lin Kexin saw that the style was quite unique and squatted down to look through it together.

Tang Qingling first chose a white magnolia-shaped hairpin, transformed it into a water mirror, made a few gestures to her head, and then asked the boss for the price.

"10 low-grade spiritual stones."

Tang Qingling wanted to bargain as a habit, but suddenly a mid-grade spiritual stone was thrown in front of her boss. At the same time, an arrogant voice also sounded above the heads of several people.

"A middle-grade spiritual stone, I want this hairpin."

The boss looked at the middle-grade spiritual stone he had received, and then at Tang Qingling who was still holding the hairpin. He didn't know what to do for a moment.

As this familiar male voice sounded, Lin Kexin also remembered some plots in the book.

In the book, the heroine Mu Qingning's favorite thing to wear is a seemingly ordinary white magnolia hairpin.

Of course, the heroine's things look ordinary, but are actually anything but ordinary. This hairpin is a high-grade spiritual weapon that can change a person's appearance and voice. And the most important thing is that except for the monks in the transformation stage, people with other cultivation levels can't see the disguise at all.

Thinking of this, Lin Kexin stood up, looked up at the little fat man slightly, and said with a half-smile.

"Zhang Pingqing, long time no see!"

Yes, the person who came was none other than Zhang Pingqing. As the heroine's dog-licker, if he buys this hairpin, he doesn't need to think too much, the hairpin will definitely end up in the hands of the heroine.

"Small......"

"Little uncle, okay!"

Zhang Qingping stammered a salute and said hello, while secretly cursing his bad luck.

When he returned to the sect that time, he asked his grandfather to inquire, and found out that that person was really the only direct disciple of the Supreme Elder. At the same time, his grandfather also told him that he must stay away from that little carrot head when he saw her.

I didn’t expect that! Today, I finally met him again just after leaving the sect.

"Since you still remember that I am your uncle, tell me, who does this hairpin belong to now?"

Zhang Pingqing wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, smiled and said: "Haha! Of course this belongs to you and your friends."

After hearing this, Lin Kexin stopped talking and signaled Tang Qingling to pay.

"Uncle Junior, I want to buy other things, so I'm leaving first!"

"Take your spirit stones before leaving. We will pay for the spirit stones ourselves."

"No need, just treat it as a reward to the boss."

After Zhang Pingqing finished speaking, he disappeared from Lin Kexin's eyes at a speed that did not match his body shape.

Lin Kexin looked at it and said nothing.

The two bought a few more small things and prepared to go back.

The two people walked out of the city gate. The flying magic weapon was stopped some distance away from the city gate.

"Boss, that man is right. There are indeed two fat sheep!"

That person? Zhang Pingqing?