Rebirth and stocking up in the apocalypse, I have tens of thousands of supplies for the world

"Ah? What's going on?"

She shook her head and almost forgot to ask. If the old emperor hadn't remembered, she probably wouldn't have realized it until the conversation was over. What happened?

"The third day of this month is the time for those people to choose their disciples. Don't you want to become an immortal? Don't you even know this?"

"Uh... I don't know at the moment."

"You."

The emperor shook his head and sighed. It was really a pity. If she and Jimo had a good relationship, she would be a good wife.

Or marry another son, maybe the result will be different. Hua Ningyao smiled, she really regarded the emperor as her father, that's why she wanted to help him.

"Now I'm telling you, don't forget, if you are chosen, I will give you a token. Our Xuanyuan family also has ancestors who go to cultivate immortality, and occasionally send messages back."

"Okay, okay, thank you, Your Majesty."

Hua Ningyao nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and smiled cutely. The emperor nodded her head and said.

"Just stay in the palace for lunch at noon. After all, the next time you return to the mortal world, you don't know if we can see each other again."

The age of the immortal cultivator is far longer than that of ordinary people, and the ancestor no longer cares about this mortal matter, even if he has fought hard for the Xuanyuan family to reach its current status.

"it is good."

After having a meal in the palace, Hua Ningyao left. The emperor was writing furiously again, while thinking about Hua Ningyao's proposal in his mind.

This kind of reform will not happen overnight, and it cannot be achieved by just patting the head on the head today.

With so many people up and down the court, we had to discuss the plan in the morning.

Hua Ningyao went shopping on the street again, almost the entire capital, and bought some delicious food.

Even if she couldn't eat it when she was cultivating immortality, she could keep it in the real world. She wouldn't eat too much. Besides, this ancient flavor is not available anytime and anywhere.

As for this roasted chicken, the meat was chewier and more fragrant than the instant chicken she had eaten in modern times.

By the way, she bought a lot of fabrics and the like. Although I heard that the clothes worn by cultivators are all magic weapons, can't they be smug?

But she didn't know how to make clothes, so she sent Mu Ye to steal her apprenticeship. This guy learned everything quickly.

A Mu Ye = a housekeeper + a bodyguard + a nanny + a tailor + an accountant +...

To sum up, Mu Ye is very useful. Apart from being a bit scary, he basically has no shortcomings.

Even if you want him to say sweet words, he will immediately adjust his tone and expression, although the expression is useless for a skull face.

But he can pronounce sweet words very touching and sweet, and he can even change his voice.

You can have a baritone, a bass, a treble, a shota, or an uncle's voice, but she still likes his original voice the most.

It has a metallic tone and sounds emotionless, but it doesn't make people feel cold.

Anyway, it sounded quite pleasant to her ears, and she didn't like other ones that had been adjusted with someone else's voice.

. . . . . .

On the third day of the lunar month, the weather was sunny.

Hua Ningyao came to the foot of a mountain in a carriage. She really didn't expect that these people were recruiting apprentices here. They really didn't show off at all.

It can be said that it is very low-key, luxurious and has connotation. Oh, we will only know if it really has connotation.

There were many voices outside the carriage. Hua Ningyao opened the curtain of the carriage and found that there were indeed many people. She yawned.

"Go and line up, call me when you get there."

"Yes."

Hua Ningyao waved her hand lazily and rolled up the curtains in front of and on the left and right sides of the carriage, attracting the attention of many people at once.

Her carriage was very exquisite and luxurious, and it was so spacious that one could lie down on one side of the carriage. She leaned on the carriage, and there was boiling tea on the small table next to her, and there were a lot of snacks on the table.

Hua Ningyao was not the kind of person who would let herself be wronged. Knowing that there were many people today, she walked over stupidly and stood there, which was not her style.

Although there were many people around who came in carriages, her carriage was the most beautiful, and the beauties in the carriage were also beautiful, which made it even more attractive.

She looked not far away, and there were many people testing it at this time.

"The bone age is fifteen, the spiritual root of wood and fire is dual system, the root value is thirty or forty."

I heard that as long as you have spiritual roots, it is enough, and you must be under twenty-five years old. No matter how old you are, it will be useless to cultivate immortality.

Everyone looked at that person with envy. In their opinion, it was only a matter of spiritual root, and the only difference was the speed of cultivation.

"Wow, that's great. He actually has spiritual roots, and he's just like this all morning."

"That is to say, I really wish I could have spiritual roots."

"I hope I can have a spiritual root above fifty."

"Dream on you."

"quiet!"

There was chattering below, and the cultivator guarding beside reminded him lightly, and a group of people immediately lowered their voices.

The test is very fast. Just put your hand on the ball and the results will be available immediately. Looking at the large number of people, many of them are unwilling to give up after the test is over and want to see how many people can pass.

After about an hour, it was her turn. Hua Ningyao got out of the carriage with the help of the maid and walked slowly over.

She was actually dressing up casually today, wearing a light green dress and not many hair accessories.

But the two carriages behind her are very attractive, and coupled with the imposing manner of the palace guards she brings, they are still very scary.

"Who is she? She looks so noble?"

"Oh, no matter how noble you are, you can't just make up for it like the big guys."

"Even if they make up the numbers, they are still better than you. After all, they will still live a good life when they go back."

"Isn't she the emperor's newly appointed Princess Yong'an?"

"What? Is it her? Isn't she married before? Why does she look so girly?"

"Married? Haha, I heard that she is not favored by Prince Gong, but I have never touched her."

"Wow, Prince Gong, can't you? Such a great beauty doesn't want to waste anything."

"Shut up. You, a pariah, talk about the princess. Don't you want to live anymore?"

Hua Ningyao ignored the rumors as if she didn't hear them. There was no need to worry so much about such people.

"Just put your hands down."

Practitioners who measure spiritual roots naturally heard those words, but they didn't take them to heart. People who cultivate their minds only look at their character and talent, and everyone else's is just a cloud.

A pair of slender white hands gently placed on the ball. Hua Ningyao looked at the round thing curiously.

A beautiful face is attractive after all, even practitioners will be impressed.

The monk raised his head and looked at Hua Ningyao's face, and saw that her eyes were clear and indifferent, just like the cold and sweet spring water on the mountain.

It is said that her beautiful face is like the plum blossoms in winter with a little more warmth. It is said that she is like the peach blossoms in spring but a little less warm. It is hard to describe but very beautiful.