Master never follows a routine

The next day, at dawn, the cock crowed.

Jiang Linmu rubbed his eyes and yawned. According to his schedule, it should be dawn now.

Footsteps sounded, and a warm hand supported his back, and Ying Lin's voice came: "Master, why did you wake up so early?"

There was an extra piece of clothing on his shoulders, and the fluff of the outer shirt was piled up around Jiang Linmu's neck, almost covering half of his face, making Jiang Linmu's lips red and his teeth white.

"The rooster is crowing." Jiang Linmu wrote on his palm: "Has the temperature dropped?"

"Did Master feel it too?" Ying Lin held his hands back, the warm palms were like a furnace, and the cold fingertips instantly warmed up.

Jiang Linmu nodded.

"This place is really interesting. The sun was shining brightly a few days ago, and the heat was unbearable. Looking at the gray weather today, I'm afraid it's going to cool down and snow."

Jiang Linmu tilted his head, expressing that he didn't know, but that appearance was too cute, Ying Lin couldn't help touching his face as he spoke.

"Master, it's so big that you still drool while sleeping." Ying Lin said without changing his expression.

Jiang Linmu thought to himself, if you want to get started, just say it, how can you pinch your face with drooling?

"It doesn't matter to me and Xingkang, it's just that Master's aura is weak now, and he can't keep out the cold by himself, so wear more." Ying Lin said again.

Jiang Linmu nodded, and wrote in his palm: "Where is Xingkang?"

Xing Kang was still sleeping with his body curled up on the window sill, and the ghost grass surrounding him had long since withered.

"Wake up, don't sleep." Ying Lin pushed the big snake by the window.

The big snake yawned, and suddenly woke up, only to see that the leaves of the ghost grass that were still alive yesterday were curled up, and the roots were shriveled.

"What, what's going on?" He fell to the ground in surprise.

"Isn't this the right thing to ask you?"

"How do I know that?"

Although Ying Lin said that he could eat it, but the spirit grass was so precious, how could he dare to swallow it in one gulp, and he just wanted to absorb the spiritual power in it for his own cultivation.

"I just inhaled some spirit energy. I saw precious spirit grass before, and I would hover around for days like this. It's just some grass spirit energy, it's nothing." Xing Kang said hastily.

"Wouldn't it be better to eat it?" Ying Lin asked.

"The effect is better, but the spirit grass is unpalatable."

What an aboveboard reason.

"Don't think too much, this thing is probably fake." Ying Lin said.

Immortal grass is not ordinary grass. The spiritual power contained in it can make it last for thousands of years. Even for high-level monks, it will take months or even years to refine it. Can it be squeezed dry?

Fake fairy grasses are not uncommon. When the cultivation world was in chaos, some loose immortals often picked up low-level spiritual grasses and infused them with spiritual energy to pretend to be high-level fairy grasses.

It's just that the people who can afford high-level fairy grass are not ordinary people. After they are discovered, they are all beaten to pieces, and even their dantians are dug out.

Coupled with the disappearance of the Dao of the Mortal Realm, the Dao of Heaven became more and more harsh, which was considered too detrimental to the virtues, and it gradually disappeared later.

I didn't expect someone to start their old business again.

It is estimated that the person found some fakes and used spiritual power to maintain them alive, but he did not expect that there would be a demon cultivator like Xingkang who sucked up the spiritual energy of plants and trees for a living, exhausted their spiritual power, and the fake grass could not hold up up.

Jiang Linmu thought, how much attention should be paid to the anti-counterfeit and anti-fraud incidents at this time.

"Fake medicine is fake medicine, and its spiritual power is just to keep it alive, but the efficacy of the medicine that I heard from the people that day... what do you mean?" Ying Lin hesitated.

The medicine is fake, but it is true that it works well.

Xingkang snorted: "How can there be such a good thing in the world? If this fairy grass is really good, what do you want to do with the fairy grass that is really hard to find? If this thing circulates in the world, although not everyone can Become a fairy, but as long as you have a little bit of talent, it is only a matter of time before you can become a fairy and ascend."

"The Dao of Heaven pays attention to the art of checks and balances. This thing shouldn't exist in the realm of comprehension at all. I don't know what the consequences will be." Ying Lin sat down and said in a low voice: "For the light ones, kill a few more people. The conditions for ascension can be more stringent, for those who are more serious, you can give up the entire realm of comprehension."

Xingkang clicked his tongue.

"I don't know if he still sells it today, let's go and have a look." Ying Lin said in a deep voice.

Sell.

The sales were still in full swing, more people came over than yesterday, and the people selling medicine seemed to see fat flies.

Ying Lin was really worried about throwing the blind and dumb Jiang Linmu aside, and after glaring at Xing Kang, the latter reluctantly squeezed around in a group of people with the spirit stone.

"Give way, everyone, don't squeeze!"

"Why let you? Go away!"

"Don't take the opportunity to touch my ass!"

"..."

Xingkang's head was so crowded, he rushed forward in a crowd, and finally squeezed to the front.

"Five hundred high-quality spirit stones, do you want it?" The ghost grass seller was still wearing a hood and a cloak, his face and figure were invisible, but his tone was very impatient.

Five hundred top-grade spirit stones are enough for an ordinary Sanxian's income for seven or eight years, and he really dares to ask for it!

But this price is really too low for fairy grass.

So the monks around are still scrambling to get together.

"Buy, bring me a plant, I'll pay 600 taels!" Holding Ying Lin's money bag, Xing Kang spoke forcefully.

Sure enough, when someone heard this, he sent the spirit grass at hand to him first: "Fellow Daoist is really generous..."

Before he finished speaking, he didn't know how the man in front of him moved his hand, but suddenly his eyes lit up, his hood was lifted up!

It was a very handsome young man, with a tough outline, small fangs that could not be concealed, silver-gray hair, and blue pupils in his eyes.

There was silence all around.

"He's a monster!" A casual cultivator with a goat's beard yelled.

"Can the things sold by monsters be used?" People around started discussing.

"Couldn't he be selling things to harm us?"

"Whether you like to use it or not, the fairy grass is clearly effective. I bought this grass a few months ago, and now I only feel refreshed and enlightened, as if I have no worries." Another monk said loudly.

Among these people, quite a few people are also getting back together again and again, and they are not fools. If this thing is really useless, why would they come to grab the goods again?

months ago?

Jiang Linmu felt cold, and Ying Lin said that the guy brought a box of ghost grass to sell, and how many of these things were left in the market!

The demon cultivator who sells spiritual grass pulled his hood over his face and said to Xing Kang viciously, "Your Excellency, what do you mean by this? Is it too rude?"

Although the momentum on his mouth did not decrease, his voice was obviously weaker.

After discussing whether the ghost grass was real or not, the people around Xiu became silent and stared at him.

In fact, they have long thought of going back to the owner of the spirit grass seller, but they are afraid that the person who can sell their own spirit grass must have a high level of cultivation, and I am afraid that they will ask for trouble.

But they suddenly learned that the owner of the spirit grass was just a monster.

A monster whose behavior doesn't look very powerful.

Every husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of his crime.

"The demon cultivator is really brave. When he found the fairy grass, he dared to take it for himself, and then go to our cultivation money at a high price."

"What are you talking about? Delivering the goods with one hand and paying the money with the other hand, it's just a matter of your wish, and now you regret it?" The monster snorted coldly.

"The spirit grass is a gift from the heavens, and it belongs to everyone, but you, a despicable person, swallowed it privately!"

"What belongs to everyone, what is your love and my wish?"

"Don't care so much about him! So many of us are afraid that he won't succeed?"

"He can get so much now every day, he must know where the fairy grass grows, and today he has to give an explanation no matter what!"

"It turns out that Renxiu is so despicable and shameless!" He snorted coldly: "The fairy grass is mine, do you want it if you like it, no, I won't come here in the future, if you want to buy it, go ahead and dream!"

"Come on, everyone, don't let him get away—"

A group of monks drew their swords, and the bright sword light shone in the sunlight.

Ying Lin frowned.

Most of the people here should have used ghost grass.

Ghost grass can soothe people's will and calm their minds, but these people are as aggressive as Zu'an Wenquxing.

Where does it look like after eating fairy grass?

"You guys still want to catch me? Just dream!"

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