Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

In Yanglan Kingdom, many people came here because of the sacred appearance of the Flower God.

The city was bustling with people, and these people drove the trade in the city. Many people set up stalls in the city, but more people were selling orchids and masks.

The stalls selling orchids all used white porcelain to place freshly picked orchids one after another, and shouted to sell them.

Just because in the legend of Yanglan Kingdom, the Flower God was cultivated from orchids, so on the upcoming birthday of the Flower God, everyone wants to buy an orchid to look for a lucky draw.

The beauty list has been around for a long time. Nine out of ten people passing by when queuing into the city were discussing the beauty list.

Everyone in the city also wears beautiful masks, but it’s hard to see clearly what’s underneath the masks.

Immortal cultivators are inherently beautiful, so in order to avoid trouble, everyone transformed themselves into masks to wear on their faces.

Everyone else was wearing all kinds of strange things, especially Lu Lingyou, who wore a tiger-head mask. Mingxi and the others came from the mortal world, and they were naturalized as some mortal mythological figures.

Zhi Qiuyue is a bit normal, wearing a half-faced fox mask.

Only Yun Ci put on a plain white mask.

Xi Xingyuan wore a mask with black gold and bamboo patterns and glanced at her: "Your mask is really clean."

"Is it not good?"

"It's easy to want people to draw something on it." Xi Xingyuan caught a glimpse of many eyes around Yun Ci looking vaguely at Yun Ci's face.

Yun Ci thought for a while, then raised her sleeves to cover her face. The plain white mask drew a red orchid on her forehead. She put down her sleeves and said, "Are you asking for a good fortune?"

Xi Xingyuan smiled faintly, his expressions invisible through the masks, and Yun Ci didn't care either.

People coming and going all wore masks and held an orchid in their hands, with white petals and yellowish stamens. The streets were filled with the fragrance of orchids.

Too many orchids condensed into a bright and strong fragrance, which made Yun Ci and others who entered the city sneeze several times.

Everyone's ultimate goal is to go to the palace, but there are some procedures required to enter the palace. Ji Peng and the disciples of the Chiri Sect are going to contact the elder who is the national teacher in Yanglan Kingdom.

Yun Ci and others wanted to see the evidence that the flower god appeared in the legend.

The palace is in the city and the Zhao family is in the west of the city. Their purposes are temporarily different, so they exchanged contact information on the jade slips and prepared to separate.

Before leaving, Ji Peng said: "There are many mortals in this city. You...don't do anything impulsively, or you will have to pay for it!"

It was impossible to lose money, and sword cultivators were very poor.

Several people looked serious and put the swords in their hands into the mustard bags.

Xi Xingyuan, who is relatively wealthy because the talismans he painted are hard to find, sneered at this.

De Lai Yunci rolled his eyes: "Why are you laughing? I have to keep the spirit stone for my wife. We sword cultivators have a hard time making money."

As she spoke, she sighed: "As long as I have some skills..."

"How are you going?"

Yun Ci thought of all his wealth, choked up, and said quietly: "I'm not incompetent."

"..." Xi Xingyuan kicked him, but Yun Ci nimbly dodged it, "Come on."

The few disciples walking in front were very excited. It was the first time for the four of them to visit a place with so many people.

Everyone walked excitedly in front of the roadside stalls, looking here and there. Most of them were selling orchids, but there were also many selling daily necessities, and one stall was selling beauty lists.

Yun Ci paused at this stall. The beauty list was copied by someone. Although the painter was very good, it was still not as vivid as what they saw on the jade slips.

When the stall owner saw someone, he immediately cheered up and said, "Sir, take a look at the beauty list. All the beauties in the world are on it. Buy one and hang it on the bedside. Pay homage to it every day. I guarantee that you will be transformed the next day." nice!"

The good words were too outrageous. Yun Ci laughed, his voice a little muffled through the mask: "Then what if I don't look good?"

The stall owner glanced left and right: "Tomorrow, the Flower Goddess will be parading on the street. If you are favored by then, you can also become beautiful." Then he lowered his voice and said, "Even if you are not favored, there is a stall at night that sells beauties. noodle."

"Beauty face?"

"That's it..." The stall owner also saw that this man's accent was not local, and he probably hadn't heard it before. "It is said that many people met a wandering seller at night. They were selling some beautiful beauty noodles. There were many Everyone has bought it, and the beauty face looks like a real one. Wear it on your face and it will turn into your own face in 7,749 days!"

The two of them had indeed never heard of this legend. They looked at each other. Yun Ci thanked the stall owner and bought a beauty list.

Carelessly folding the beauty list into a paper crane, Yun Ci said: "How much do you think it will come true about the wandering merchant?"

Xi Xingyuan followed her, holding a fan in his hand with bamboo leaves hanging on it. He was fanning it continuously: "The wandering merchant is fake, but the beautiful face is real."

He put away the fan and tapped it in the palm of his hand: "You hear that among the people coming and going, there is no one who is not talking about the beauty list. If there are business opportunities, there will be businessmen."

So there must be a beautiful face, but where it comes from is a mystery.

"The person who came up with the beauty list is really..." Yun Ci did not continue.

Xi Xingyuan understood what she had not finished saying, and came up with this kind of ranking list to give people the illusion that beauty is the most important thing. In the mortal world without immortality or cultivation, it is enough to make people crazy.

In the world of cultivation, dirt from the body will be discharged in every realm. Once you reach a certain level of cultivation, you can reshape your appearance and maintain youth forever. Therefore, in the eyes of monks, appearance is something external to the body, and strength should be respected.

But mortals are different. Among mortals, status is determined by money and power. This has been the case for thousands of years.

Now that there is a standard that can overturn all previous statuses, they will naturally do anything for beauty.

The disciples were noisy in the front, but the two chiefs stood side by side in the back, one black, one white, one red, one blue, with outstanding postures, attracting countless gazes.

Soon we arrived in the west of the city, and there was now a long queue at Zhao's store.

Among the crowd full of masks, one person without a mask stood out.

The man was busy in the shop, wearing black clothes and a white collar, covered with a layer of white gauze. His black hair was tied behind his head, with a white orchid on his temples.

There is a red phalaenopsis orchid on her fair face.

It was Zhao Daishu.

The woman who was rumored to be favored by the Goddess of Flowers turned into a stunning beauty overnight.

Everyone came here just to see her face, and bought some porcelain by the way. By some strange combination of circumstances, her porcelain shop, which was about to close down, was revitalized.

The business was so good that the older, swarthy man sitting behind Zhao Daishu smiled so hard that he could hardly see his eyes.

The queue soon reached Yun Ci and the others. The porcelain was blue and white glaze, and the patterns were old-fashioned and devoid of any new ideas. Lu Lingyou and the others quickly lost interest after shopping around.

Yun Ci put his hands on the table in front of Zhao Daishu. There was a black flower on the cabinet behind Zhao Daishu. The petals had delicate patterns and were much prettier than the porcelain in the shop, but there were no stamens in the three layers of petals.

Yun Ci only glanced at it, placed a silver ingot on the case with his other hand, and said calmly: "Miss Zhao, is the Flower Goddess good-looking?"

Zhao Daishu stopped wrapping the porcelain in his hands and looked up at the person who asked the question.

His eyes were fixed on the orchid on the forehead of the plain white mask for a moment, then he pushed the ingot back and said with a slight smile: "If there is no porcelain in the store that the girl is satisfied with, you don't have to pay. As for the Flower God...if the girl is curious, you can take a look tomorrow. "

"Tomorrow, the Flower Goddess will give everyone a beautiful appearance."