NPC bosses will never admit defeat [Transmigration Book]

The cultivator flew a long way, and came here specially to participate in the Ten Thousand Flowers Fair. He really loved the spirit flower. He smiled at the three of them, "I prepared a pot of sixth-level manrosa this time. It took five years to successfully cultivate it, if it is not inconvenient here, I must take it out and show you a good look."

He raised his mustache and his eyes were full of complacency.

"Okay, then when we reach the destination, you can show it to us as an eye-opener." Xiang Meier is still very appreciative of this kind of thing.

Hearing her words, the monk was even more happy.

Just like this, while chatting, they flew to Yunxi Town.

Yunxi Town is quite big. The monks told them that there are four gates here, one in the southeast, one in the north, and one in the north. Each gate is as wide as the south gate they entered, ten feet wide.

"That's really big, why haven't I heard of it before?" Yi Zhi said curiously.

"The owner of Yunxi Town is too low-key. He has never done publicity in the world of cultivating immortals. Over the years, it is through word of mouth that more people know about this place. So, we in the world of cultivating immortals know this treasure land Yes, less than one out of a hundred." The monk chuckled.

"This is also the reason why I knew you didn't know what was going to happen in Yunxi Town before. What's more, the three of you don't seem to be very old, and the chance of knowing the Wanhuahui is even smaller."

"I see." Yi Zhi smiled and nodded.

"Just follow me later, I've participated several times, and I know where there are vacant restaurants nearby." The monk waved his hand.

The three of them quietly followed behind him with dignity.

"It's here." The monk led them around for a long way, but fortunately they traveled quickly, and it only took half an hour.

The restaurant in front of me looks rather shabby, it is more like a small shop than a restaurant.

The dilapidated and old appearance makes one wonder if it will collapse at any time.

Xiang Meier hid behind Zhang Mingduan, tugged at his sleeve, and asked on the panel system with an ugly expression: Ah Duan, do we really want to live here?

Zhang Mingduan looked at the monk, and then looked at Yi Zhi with puzzled eyes.

The monk also knew that there must be some reluctance among them, so he explained, "Listen to me, three of you, we are the latest ones, those big restaurants have absolutely no rooms, only this kind of place, Only then can we provide us with a temporary residence, if you don’t believe me, go and have a look, I’ll go in first.”

It is easy to know and believe it. You must know that there are no few grand events in the world of cultivating immortals. Since the Ten Thousand Flowers Fair dares to be called the Ten Thousand Flowers Fair, there must be a lot of people attending it.

Although the monk in front of him said that the audience of the Ten Thousand Flowers Club is small, the cohesion of those people must be strong, and almost all of them will come to participate.

It would be great if there was a corner for you to squat like other grand events. Many people are so crowded that you can't even enter the city.

"Fellow Daoist and I stay here, how about you?" Yi Zhi looked at Zhang Mingduan and the two of them.

Seeing that he chose to stay without hesitation, Zhang Mingduan gave up the idea of ​​finding another place, and gave Meier a soothing look, "Then let's stay too."

The three followed the monk in.

The monk was familiar with the shop owner, and greeted him as soon as he entered, "Shopkeeper, do you still have room?"

"Yes, yes, senior Fang, I reserved a room for you."

"There are three fellow Taoists in the back, you can arrange them next to me by the way."

"no problem."

The monk said, "Prepare some spiritual food for us first, and then go back to the room after eating."

"Okay." The owner hurriedly asked the waiter to go down to prepare, while he was arranging the room at the side.

When Yizhi and the three walked inside, the monk was already sitting at the table in the lobby, "Come on, the food in this restaurant is very good, you can try it with me."

"Okay." Yi Zhi sat down without any hesitation.

Zhang Mingduan and Zhang Mingduan had no choice but to sit down after seeing each other.

"Don't underestimate this shop, the dim sum made by their family is absolutely outstanding." The monk was full of affirmation.

"No wonder fellow daoists choose this store." Yi Zhi said with a smile.

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is easy to know. Don't know the names of friends?"

"The surname is Fang, and the single name is Ruan. It's a pleasure to meet you," Fang Ruan clasped his fists and said, then he turned to Zhang Mingduan and the two of them, "Where are you two?"

"My name is Ming Duan, and this is my sister Ming Meier." Zhang Ming Duan returned the salute.

Xiang Meier nodded and smiled shyly.

Fang Ruan's eyes flickered, and he seemed a little moved, but it was probably because it was the first time they met, so he couldn't talk about other things rashly, so he moved his Adam's apple and didn't say anything.

At this moment, the shop assistants had already come to serve the dishes.

Under Fang Ruan's enthusiastic recommendation, Yi Zhi ate a few pieces of dim sum. The taste was really good, but unfortunately it was not as good as Zeng Li's.

This dessert is sweet, Zhang Mingduan is not used to it, but Xiang Meier likes it very much, so Fang Ruan tried her best to persuade her to eat more.

Yi Zhi noticed that Zhang Mingduan's face was a little dark, and couldn't help gloating in his heart.

I don't know what this person is thinking, but he has to come up with some outlandish ideas, couples pretending to be brothers and sisters, with Xiang Meier's hesitant expression and vague attitude, if Zhang Mingduan is not the protagonist, I'm afraid I don't know how many green hats have been brought to him long ago.

After eating, the four of them went upstairs to the room.

Because of Fang Ruan's special instructions, Yi Zhi's room was next to his.

Fang Ruan chose the room on the far right, and then persuaded Xiang Meier to choose the room next to him, that is, the middle room, "The middle room is better and safer."

Xiang Meier just hid behind Zhang Mingduan and smiled shyly, but Zhang Mingduan refused with a dark face, "Meier should live between Brother Yi and me, it's more convenient."

Fang Ruan didn't expect that the beauty's brother would be so difficult to deal with, so he could only wink with Yi Zhi in frustration.

Yi Zhi smiled and didn't speak, but Fang Ruan should be able to tell that he has no ambiguous relationship with Xiang Meier.

Therefore, Fang Ruan's idea of ​​wanting Xiang Meier to live next to him fell to nothing.

But he said again, "Why don't you three come to my room, and I'll show you the Manrosa I'm planning to use for this competition?"

This time Zhang Mingduan couldn't refuse, so He Yizhi took Xiang Meier to Fang Ruan's room.The next day was the first day of the Wanhua Festival.

Fang Ruan took Yi Zhi and the other three to the largest street in Yunxi Town, "You must first apply for preparation, so that you are eligible for the competition."

After a registration procedure at the town lord's mansion, they were allocated a place to display Fang Ruan's Manrosa.

The sixth-level spirit flower is already considered a treasure in the Wanhuahui.

Those who came to participate in the Ten Thousand Flowers Club were at most monks in the integration period, and most of the high-level spirit flowers were in the hands of the mighty ones, and they really didn't have many high-level spirit flowers in their hands.

Fang Ruan planted a sixth-level spiritual flower with the cultivation base of the Nascent Soul Stage, which can be regarded as a material that can be made.

Yi Zhi didn't understand anything, so he had to follow Fang Ruan to the designated place.

"Eh? Why did I forget, you can go to the place just now to register, so that you can get the quota and vote for the displayed spirit flower." Fang Ruan patted his forehead.

The corner of Zhang Mingduan's mouth twitched veiledly. This way of soliciting votes was a bit ingenious.

Just after thinking this way, I heard Fang Ruan answer again, "Don't just vote for me just because you know me well, there are many rare spirit flowers in the Ten Thousand Flowers Fair, if you want those spirit flowers If it is, you have to vote for its owner to be eligible to bid.”

"So you can still bid for the spirit flower?" Yi Zhi asked in surprise.

"That's right, please help me to go around when the time comes, if you see any rare spirit flowers, come back and tell me, I can vote too." Fang Ruan stared at the three of them with bright eyes.

"Okay." Yi Zhi felt that this person was really a "nymphomaniac".

Yi Zhi and Zhang Mingduan returned to the town lord's mansion to register before returning to the street where the spirit flower was exhibited.

As soon as they walked back to the position in front of Fang Ruan, the three of them were persuaded by him to go to other places to appreciate the spirit flowers.

"Remember, help me carve more record stones."

Yi Zhi, Zhang Mingduan, and Xiang Meier were walking casually on the street. The three of them analyzed it and found that the spirit flowers on this main street were higher in grade than other streets, but the grade does not mean the degree of preciousness.

Some low-level spirit flowers may be more precious than many high-level spirit flowers because of their small number and difficulty in surviving.

After walking around slowly, the three of them were about to go back when Yi Zhi found a stall with an unusually rare fifth-level spirit flower, Youju.

Although this Youju is a fifth-level spirit flower, its growth environment is extremely harsh, and it can only survive in extremely cold water.

Even in Huanyou's sea of ​​consciousness, I haven't seen this spirit flower a few times.

The spirit flower on the stall in front of me is growing very well, it is kept in a jade vase, the stems and leaves lack a faint spiritual light.

There are also a few monks around, commenting on this Youju.

One of the monks couldn't hold back, and asked the flower master directly, "Little brother, how did you grow this Youju?"

The flower owner lowered his head, was wearing a cloak, and the hood of the cloak was on top of his head, as if he hadn't heard the monk's words, and remained motionless.

"Hello, little brother?" the monk called out loudly.

The flower owner still didn't move.

"what's wrong with you?"

The monk was about to go over to fix him, but was held down by his companions, "Don't be impulsive, Wanhua won't make trouble."

"Hmph!" The monk seemed unable to swallow his breath, cursed something in a low voice, and walked away angrily.

His companions also left.

Yi Zhi stepped forward with interest, checked the appearance of Youju from left and right, and probed the spiritual sense into the jade bottle containing Youju.

"Huh?" He couldn't help saying.

The flower owner seemed to know what he was doing, slowly raised his head, and looked at Yi Zhi.

Zhang Mingduan and Xiang Meier, who followed Yi Zhi, saw his appearance and asked in surprise, "Why are you?!"