You turned out to be such a senior [Transmigration Book]

Fu Jiangye at the other end was planning secretly.

Across the street, Xie Yunming found the shop where he bought pastries not long ago.

at this time.

Today, the shopkeeper of the pastry shop that can be eaten for 30 years is humming a little song, planning to tidy up the shop and close it early so that I can go back to rest.

"Today's fortune star is in the sky~"

He was humming to his heart's content.As soon as he turned around, he was caught off guard by Xie Yunming's expressionless face.

The shopkeeper hummed half of the joyful Jincai song and stopped abruptly, the corners of his mouth trembled, his face blushed and he was silent for a few breaths before he came back to his senses and asked with lingering fear, "What's the matter with you, guest?"

It's not impossible to regret buying his pastry and want to return it... But with this fierce look, kindness and kindness make money!

"If you want to return the product, you can return the pastry, as long as there is no damage..."

"There is something wrong with your pastry. My junior brother vomited blood after eating it. What is added to the pastry?"

Xie Yunming straight to the point and stated his reason for coming.

The shopkeeper froze for a moment, subconsciously showing an unbelievable expression.

Isn't it expensive to return?

But there is something wrong with the pastry, making people vomit blood after eating it?

"My guest, business is all about integrity. If you don't like my cakes, you can come and return them. You can't say bloody things like eating my cakes and making people vomit blood..."

"bass--!"

Qingyue's metal collision sounded, interrupting the shopkeeper's chattering words without warning.

The blade of the Prisoner Dragon Sword lay across the shopkeeper's neck, and a layer of frost had condensed on the edge of the sword, which was full of spiritual energy.

The shopkeeper's teeth trembled abnormally from the cold.

"Do you think I'm lying to you?" Xie Yunming's voice was indifferent, "If I blackmail you for compensation, why should I waste my time talking, let alone compensation, all your money belongs to me."

"..." The shopkeeper trembled all over and was speechless for a while.Killing is clearly prohibited in East Peak, but in the context of the entire Yunxiao Realm, killing and extorting goods is the norm.Otherwise, he wouldn't have guarded the shop on the top of the east and dared not go outside.

Even if the person in front of him will not really kill him now, but the

"I'll give you another chance. What was added to the pastry? Otherwise, I'll find out after you die." Xie Yunming's words were understated.

After the death of a monk, the soul should not leave the body and enter reincarnation for the time being, but if the soul is searched after death, it is likely that the soul will be scattered and annihilated in the world.

Moreover, he still has a way out, but——

The shopkeeper shook his throat with difficulty, "The cakes are really non-toxic, and the raw materials used are extremely precious spiritual fruits and flowers of the treasure level of heaven and earth. Eating them is beneficial to the body without any harm... I can treat God swear!"

"So what raw materials are used?" Xie Yunming hit the nail on the head.

"This is... our family's unique secret recipe. The craft of making pastry has been passed down from ancient times..." The head's face was ashamed, and the leaked recipe was equivalent to leaking his rice bowl, but he couldn't help it if he was destined. He didn't continue to speak, and was about to say his "recipe".

There are so many kinds of pastries, and so are the raw materials.

And the disciples of Medicine King Valley have soaked in various medicinal materials for many years, if they can find medicinal materials on weekdays, they should have found them long ago.You don't have to come to the shopkeeper of this pastry shop to buy it.

It is very possible that that kind of raw material is only available in the East Peak, and the disciples of Yaowang Valley rarely go to the East Peak, so they don't know the raw materials of the pastry, but they probably already know the function of the pastry.Otherwise, Xie Yunming wouldn't ask for it after Xie Yunming bought all the pastries with yellow and red labels. The disciples of the Dazong sect are somewhat arrogant, and they will not lower their attitude to ask for something that is not particularly important.

After guessing eight or nine levels in his heart, Xie Yunming frowned slightly, "You only sell pastries at East Peak, right?"

The shopkeeper nodded in a daze, not understanding why the man in front of him suddenly asked him this.

"Is there any material for making pastries that can't be found outside of East Peak?"

The shopkeeper quickly nodded and said, "Yes! When East Peak was not built into the city of clouds, there was a kind of spiritual flower called Baiye Jiufuhua. After adding Baiye Jiufuhua, other precious but attributes in the pastries Comparing materials can be perfectly blended, and the texture of the material itself can be retained. It is an indispensable blend of yellow pastry and red pastry!"

"White-leaf Jiufu flower? Is that the kind of flower?" Xie Yunming frowned even deeper.

The shopkeeper remembered the rumors of the white-leaf nine-flower flower among ordinary monks, and immediately nodded awkwardly, "Yes, the white-leaf nine-flower flower...is here on the top of the east, meaning the flower of love, plus Most of them bloom on the top of the cliff, and they are protected by spirit beasts, so it is not easy to pick them, so whoever picks a white-leaf nine-flower flower for a Taoist companion represents his sincere feelings."

Xie Yunming: "..."

This flower is the same as that described in the script of "East Top·Love Tribulation" - an exaggeration.

At first, Xie Yunming thought it was just an exaggerated technique, but he didn't expect that the folk customs of East Peak were like this, which really surprised him.

"Then where do you often pick the white-leaf bougainvillea?"

"I can take you there, but if you don't put away your sword first, it's not good for us to be seen like this..."

Xie Yunming took back the prisoner dragon sword after hearing the words, and he himself did not completely rely on the prisoner dragon sword to be able to control the shopkeeper from running away.

"Let's go." Xie Yunming said, and stepped out of the pastry shop first.

The shopkeeper closed the door of his shop indiscriminately, put up a sign saying "Closing", and hurried to lead the way for Xie Yunming.

This person didn't want his secret pastry recipe passed down from ancient times, but only asked about the whereabouts of the white-leaf nine-flower flower, and the shopkeeper had nothing to hide in his heart, and very honestly brought him to the place where he usually picks the white-leaf nine-flower flower——

On the clear and cold cliffs, there are bare branches of white-leaf bougainvillea, and the empty cave of the guardian spirit beast that has long since given up on this clump of white-leaf bouquet of bougainvillea.

Before Xie Yunming could express his doubts, the shopkeeper was the first to scream, "Oh my God! Where are those white-leaf marigolds?! I picked them here a month ago, why are they gone all of a sudden?"

Xie Yunming glanced at him lightly.

The shopkeeper said with a mournful face, "Your Excellency, I can swear it! I really didn't lie!"

"Besides here, are there any other places where there are white-leaf Jiufu flowers?" Xie Yunming asked again.

The shopkeeper hesitated, "Then I've only heard of one place."

Xie Yunming: "Tell me."

The shopkeeper: "Isn't there a place that is often mentioned in the scriptures? It is said that in the sect competition, the place where disciples of various sects make love - the labyrinth competition. The maze competition itself is like a small secret realm. , there are also white-leaved Jiufu flowers growing in it, which is just convenient for those disciples to convey love..."

The shopkeeper didn't dare to say the following words, just because the expression of the person in front of him was so indifferent that it was a little scary.

"It's just some miscellaneous books." What are they talking about.

Xie Yunming sneered, and said slowly in front of the shopkeeper with an expression of "I don't believe it at all", "I will go to the maze to find it, and at the same time, until I find it, you must continue to guard this clump of white leaves Nine Fuhua."

"The flowering period of the white-leaf bougainvillea, even if it is irrigated with spiritual water, it takes half a year... Every time I pick it, I will be very careful to leave the flower buds."

Guaranteed to have flowers to pick next time you need them.

"Then fill it with spiritual water."

Xie Yunming threw a Qiankun bag to the shopkeeper with a blank expression, which contained hundreds of bottles of spiritual water. The shopkeeper's eyes were slightly dizzy, as if he had met the God of Wealth who wanted to spend money.

"Now, you have to swear that you will not go back on what you promised me to do." The God of Wealth said to him.

The shopkeeper agreed without any hesitation.

The faster the white-leaf Jiufu flower grows, the better it is for him. He is still counting on the white-leaf Jiufu flower to make pastries.

Even if this white-leaf Jiufu flower can't be used, it was taken over by this rich lord.He can also pick up the seeds of the white-leaf marigold and try to grow it himself.

However, after today's incident, the shopkeeper thought about it, relying on his years of survival instinct, it is better for his pastry shop to close down first.

Recently, there have been many sect disciples rushing over to participate in the sect competition on the top of the East, and there are also forces that he can't afford to mess with - such as this extraordinary swordsman in front of him.

Xie Yunming here is going to pin the clue of life-replacing Gu on the white-leaf Jiufu flower, but he doesn't know that the person who picked the flowers before they arrive is casually fiddle with them.

"Senior Sister Gu, who are you planning to give to so many white-leaf jiufu flowers, hehehe, tell me, I will definitely not tell others." Liu Zhiying wrapped herself around a woman in pink clothes. , wanting to ask her what's on her mind.

Seeing that the woman in pink didn't answer, Liu Zhiying guessed as if asking herself, "Is it Senior Brother Jun? Or Junior Brother Wan?"

"You're so noisy." The woman in pink didn't even give her a look, "What's the matter? Liu Zhili also despises you, so she came to me to talk nonsense?"

"Senior Sister Gu, don't be so fierce..." Without the arrogance she showed in front of other people, Liu Zhiying's attitude towards the woman in pink was unusually weak.

"Don't shout, Senior Sister, Senior Sister, you and I are not on the same branch, so we should avoid suspicion."

Liu Zhiying hesitated to speak, she was silent for a while and then said with great reluctance, "But, we are all disciples of Yaowanggu."

"Oh? Then tell me, what did you and Liu Zhili go looking for this morning?"

"us……"

After listening to Liu Zhiying's words, the woman in pink found an excuse to send her away.

The courtyard where she lived was quiet again.

"Tsk, it's really hard for Uncle Liu to accept such a single-minded disciple. He was the first to leak the news."

The woman in pink, who is also the master of the Yaowang Valley, Gu Zhiqing, had a mocking look on her face, but she frowned in a bad mood.

Uncle Liu's disciples have always been at odds with the disciples of the Valley Master she belongs to, but this is all Yaowanggu's own business, and there will be no lies in front of outsiders.

It's all the grievances and grievances of old millet and rotten sesame seeds. The more I think about it, the worse my mood becomes, so don't worry about it.

Gu Zhiqing yawned, and turned his attention back to these beautiful and beautiful white-leaf Jiufu flowers.

This flower is like a love flower in East Peak, it is not common outside, but it can actually affect many Gu worms in her body.

interesting.

Gu Zhiqing raised the corners of her lips, and fiddled with the petals of the white-leaf bougainvillea with her fair fingers.

It's just that I don't know which Gu worm can be affected the most, so I can save it when I return to the Valley of the Medicine King to study it.

Putting the white-leaf Jiufu flower into the Qiankun bag, Gu Zhiqing planned to go to the pastry shop that Liu Zhiying mentioned.

Liu Zhili was gentle on the surface, but in fact she was extremely arrogant in her heart. If it wasn't something important, she wouldn't be obsessed with what she couldn't get again and again.

What is the matter?

"Don't accidentally show your feet, Junior Sister Liu." Gu Zhiqing's lowered voice seemed to be talking to himself, and the expression on his face became a little happy.

After Chu Yan fell into a coma, there was no reflection of Xie Yunming's figure in his eyes. Instead of falling asleep peacefully, his consciousness fell into a terrible dream.

In the dream, there was endless crimson, and the air was always filled with the vague smell of blood. It seemed like a swamp, but it was much more dangerous than a swamp.

Huge bubbles bubbled up on the crimson "swamp".

It seems that there is a huge and incomparably large pot cooking under it, and after boiling, there are bubbling bubbles.

Chu Yan felt a little apprehensive in his heart, but he couldn't control his body, and stepped towards those red "swamps" step by step.

Will be boiled alive!

Can't pass!stop!

A silent cry emerged from the bottom of his heart, making Chu Yan terrified, but also pushing him forward like an invisible hand.

He saw himself stepping barefoot into the hot red swamp, the burning sensation seemed to burn his soul, which made Chu Yan curl up his toes subconsciously.

His body trembled uncontrollably. For some reason, he was always terrified.

But the body is still moving forward.

Where is he going?

What is he going to do?

This place is full of crimson swamps, he can't get out of it at all, and he may even die here——

Chu Yan's consciousness collapsed a little.

However, he was dying.

What about Xie Yunming, who was tied to him with a life-and-death contract?

Thinking of this suddenly, Chu Yan's intense uneasiness calmed down inexplicably.

Chu Yan's mentality has always been good, even if he was pointed at by Xie Yunming with a sword, he was never so afraid.

If he tried his best to live and couldn't survive, it wasn't his fault.

Every cancer patient doesn't want to die, does he?

We must cherish the time when we are still alive, and we must find a way.

Chu Yan's mind calmed down, and the burning sensation on the soles of his feet no longer frightened him.

Since that moment—

Countless crimson threads suddenly emerged from the swamp, rushing towards Chu Yan like crazy.

They were overwhelming and magnificent, clustering around Chu Yan's feet, as if they wanted to take him somewhere.

A deep and ancient roar sounded faintly from a distance, like the roar of some ancient giant beast, and that voice carried an imposing manner that could not be ignored.

Chu Yan should not understand, but he understood it strangely.

it says--

You finally came.

The dream came to an abrupt end here, and Chu Yan opened his eyes in a daze, the eye sockets were a little wet, and his vision was a little blurred.

All the crimson swamps have disappeared, replaced by his warm bed, and there is a familiar figure beside the bed——

"Brother—!"

It's a good thing I'm not dead, and you're fine, that mess is just a dream.

Chu Yan sniffed, without any pitiful self-consciousness, and looked at Xie Yunming with tearful eyes and true feelings.

Xie Yunming: "..."

He was gone for a quarter of an hour!

When he rushed back, he felt inexplicable heart palpitations on the way, and felt the fear of the little sick man from the Chu family's mental method, and thought something had happened.

After returning, the two layers of barriers he set up were all safe and sound, and the little sick man curled up on the bed with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Just as he was about to reach out to wipe it, he woke up.

So Xie Yunming withdrew his hand calmly.

It was hard not to guess what happened to the little sick young man, Xie Yunming asked softly. "Having a nightmare?"

"Yeah." Chu Yan nodded sullenly. He still couldn't get away from the scene that shocked him. Thinking of the monster-like roar almost gave him a headache at first.

"Luckily you're here."

After all, it was thinking of Xie Yunming that he got rid of that indescribable nightmare. Chu Yan himself didn't realize the dependence he vaguely revealed when he said this.

This dependent emotion is incredibly soft, like a teenager's soft consciousness, lightly falling into Xie Yunming's sea of ​​consciousness.

The sword cultivator who had changed back into white clothes finally stretched out his hand, and his broad palm stroked the young man's soft hair for a moment. The force was very light, as if to comfort him.

However, before the boy looked at him with surprised eyes, his slightly pursed thin lips spoke first.

"It's so stupid, I would be scared to cry in a dream."

He paused for a moment in his distasteful words, caught a glimpse of the color of water hanging on the boy's eyelashes, and continued in a somewhat blunt tone——

"do not Cry."

Xie Yunming has never comforted anyone, and he has never taken care of or raised anything weak.

Words of protection and comfort have never been a big deal to Xie Yunming.

He was just upset when he saw the little sick boy shed tears.

Xie Yunming deeply found an explanation for his emotions, so in order not to upset himself, he couldn't let the little sick man continue to cry.