Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

The green-robed old man pointed at the bright red creature in front of him and asked, "Who is this?"

Xiao Lin: "The new Palace Master of Hehuan Palace."

The old man in green robe took a look at the fancy stuff and snorted, "I may not be as old as you."

Xue Lingluo said shyly: "I just turned eighteen this year~"

Seeing everyone's contempt, he paused and added, "One thousand years old and a little over eighteen."

Rounded to eighteen.

The old man in green robe stroked his beard and said, "Seeking medicine, your Hehuan Palace is notorious. Why should I plant medicine for you? What if someone makes up some erotic gossip about you? Wouldn't that ruin your reputation?"

"No, no, our Hehuan Palace is far inferior to Southern Xinjiang." Xue Lingluo said very humbly.

In terms of bad reputation, they, the Hehuan Palace, are inferior.

The old man in green robe: "That's true."

"It's not that we can't grow medicine, unless--" He changed the subject.

Xue Lingluo: "Unless what?"

The old man in green robe: "It costs extra money."

Once the money is in place, you can sacrifice your dignity for a little bit.

The troublemaker just now said that the former Palace Master of Hehuan Palace had ten private vaults.

There are ten private vaults in total. It would be a shame not to kill them.

Under the green-robed old man's extremely expectant eyes, Xue Lingluo hesitated and took out a small pile of scattered spirit crystals, spirit stones, and even broken spirit stones.

The light in the green-robed old man's eyes went out: "Where are your ten private vaults?"

"Ah~ Is it so ambiguous? You even know that I have ten private vaults~" Xue Lingluo smiled shyly.

The old man in green robe stared with dead eyes.

Xue Lingluo: "Well, I do have ten private vaults, but I can't find the keys."

“So you have money but can’t spend it?”

"Yes~"

The old man in green robe continued to stare with dead eyes.

"Well...how about I sell my body to you?" Xue Lingluo asked tentatively.

The old man in green robe was shocked: "???"

He touched his wrinkled old face and said to Xue Lingluo with a disgusted look: "You have such a strong taste."

Xue Lingluo: “…”

"What I mean is that I'm going out to sell my body to earn some spiritual stones."

Although the old man in green robes did not encourage ** behavior, he respected other people's professions and spread his hands, "Please do as you please."

"Oh my~ Just sell yourself to our little Qiqi." Xue Lingluo cast a seductive glance at——

Qi Wu Yue didn't open his eyes.

Blind.

Qi Wu Yue kicked out without even raising his eyes.

Xue Lingluo dodged the question skillfully: "Are you familiar with that old man? I owe you a favor."

Qi Wu Yue supported his head and thought about it, then took out a receipt.

"Sign it."

Xue Lingluo picked up the thin piece of paper and asked, "What is this?"

"Give me one of your private warehouses as collateral, and I'll make that stubborn old man agree to grow medicine."

"Can't I just sell myself?"

Qi Wu Yue nodded: "That's fine, if you give me a private vault, I will reluctantly agree to sell myself to you."

Xue Lingluo choked and said quietly, "So am I selling or buying my body?"

Qi Wu Yue raised his eyes impatiently: "I don't care whether you sell it or not."

"Patience is limited. This is a private vault. If you waste time, your debt will double."

Xue Lingluo quickly wrote her name on the receipt and made a "please" gesture.

Qi Wu Yue took out a cold jade box from his storage bracelet and threw it to the old man in green robe.

The green-robed old man's eyes sparkled. He held the jade box and caressed it lovingly. He waved his hand and said boldly, "Tell me, what medicine do you want?"

Xue Lingluo: This amazing transformation... I am convinced.

"Ten-inch grass, do you think you can grow it?"

The old man in green robe frowned when he heard this: "Why is it that kind of grass?"

"Can't you even plant?" Xue Lingluo's eyes were filled with worry.

The green-robed old man pondered for a moment and waved his hand: "Don't worry, for the sake of this scourge of the filial Xianming, you can plant it, but it's troublesome."

Ten inches of grass, one inch of lovesickness and one inch of ashes, every inch is filled with unsatisfactory feelings.

Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, fear, all kinds of emotions are intertwined with blood and tears, and memories drip and grow.

"Why did you think of planting that thing? It really affects your mood."

Xue Lingluo answered vaguely: "I have a wide range of interests and have nothing to do."

The old man in green robe pointed out: "Growing that thing is tantamount to digging up the painful past and recalling it over and over again."

It's more unbearable than whipping a corpse.

Xue Lingluo paused and said, "Actually, I have a friend."

"I owe a huge sum of money."

The green-robed old man twitched his beard and asked, "Run away?"

Xue Lingluo's eyes were heavy: "It's more serious than running away."

Qi Wu Yue: "Dead?"

Xue Lingluo: "...That's not the case."

He gritted his teeth and said angrily: "He has lost his f*cking memory and has completely forgotten what he owes me!"

Qi Wu Yue suddenly had a bad premonition and narrowed his silver eyes dangerously, "You didn't lend him your private vault, did you?"

Xue Lingluo turned her head away, feeling very disappointed: "Can you please stop thinking about my little private vault all day long?"

"Apart from your private vault, do you have anything else of value that people would care about you?" Qi Wu Yue sneered.

"For example, my body." Xue Lingluo said ambiguously.

Qi Wuyue had a blank expression on his face: "Cut him."

Xiao Lin drew his sword and was about to kill.

"No, no, no! The private treasury is still there! Money is just a metaphor." Xue Lingluo said hurriedly.

Only then did Qi Wu Yue let Xiao Lin put away his sword that was filled with murderous intent.

Xiao Lin took a look and suddenly said calmly: "He must have lost his cultivation."

"How do you know?!" Xue Lingluo was shocked.

Qi Wu Yue: “?”

It seems to be true.

Xiao Lin lowered his eyes as he peeled the spiritual fruit for Qi Wu Yue: "After all, a ninth-level fruit that is more than a thousand years old is a wonder."

Xue Lingluo: “…”

Qi Wu Yue smiled unceremoniously.

The green-robed old man took out a photo stone and said, "Come on, pose for me so that future generations can study it."

Xue Lingluo: “…”

He covered his ears in self-deception.

Qi Wu Yue leaned in Xiao Lin's arms, eating the spiritual fruit carelessly. He glanced at him and stopped joking, "Did you really contribute all your cultivation?"

Xue Lingluo felt hopeless: "I also hope it's fake."

I regret so much that my intestines are blue.

Qi Wu Yue had nothing to say about this: “Talent, wonder.”

He asked seriously, "I want to know if the things in your head are still there?"

Even if he has a pig's brain, he would not give away his thousand-year-old cultivation to others, not to mention that their Hehuan Palace is notorious for unilaterally "sharing" other people's cultivation.

Xue Lingluo, the former Palace Master, was able to bring shame upon their master beyond the borders.

Xue Lingluo covered her face with her hands, feeling hopeless: "Wow, if you say that to me again, I will cry in front of you!"

The old man in green robe took out a small cloth bag with a drawstring made of flowered cloth from his sleeve. With a look of wariness towards Qi Wu Yue on his face, he turned his back to the side and took out a seed with a black and red pattern.

He casually picked up a small flowerpot from the ground next to him, threw a few handfuls of soil into it to bury the seeds, then poured in half a cup of leftover tea on the stone table, pinched a spell, and threw a ball of green plant spiritual power into the flowerpot.

After doing all this, the old man in green robe stuffed the small flower pot into Xue Lingluo's arms, raised his chin slightly and said, "Grow it. Come back to me when it sprouts."