It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Is the sect already so poor?

Need to cut spending to survive?

[You don’t know how expensive firewood and rice are until you manage the household. Master has really devoted himself to the sect. I thought he just pretended to be cold and heartless every day. I deserve to die for thinking of Master like this! ]

Lan Qingya felt very guilty about her previous ignorance and decided to contribute what she could to help the sect.

He threw a storage bag to Zhao Licai and said, "Inside these are some high-quality magic tools that I made in my early years of practice. They have never been of much use. It would be better to donate them to the sect. Old Zhao, find a way to exchange them for spirit stones to increase the sect's income."

Zhao Licai took the light storage bag and wondered how much money could be in it.

"Oh, Fourth Elder, how many are there?"

"About 2,000 pieces."

Zhao Licai:!!!

"so much?"

He apologized for his earlier disrespect.

"See how many spirit stones you can get in exchange?" Lan Qingya is more concerned about money now.

"A top-grade magic weapon can be sold for one top-grade spirit stone from a casual cultivator. These should be worth about two thousand top-grade spirit stones." Zhao Licai became more and more excited as he calculated.

This is a huge sum of money.

One thousand low-grade spirit stones are equal to one medium-grade spirit stone.

One thousand medium-grade spirit stones are equal to one high-grade spirit stone.

These two thousand high-quality spirit stones are more than enough to host all of Piaomiao Sect's major competitions in a year.

Zhao Licai was overjoyed by the wealth that fell from the sky, but Lan Qingya still felt it was not enough.

"It's not enough. The construction is not enough."

He wanted to say that this amount of money was enough, but he turned around and swallowed the words.

The sect is growing bigger and bigger, and money is needed everywhere. As someone who worries about these things every day, who would complain about having too much money?

Lan Qingya flipped through the storage bag again, hesitated for a while, took out ten treasures, and told Zhao Licai: "Old Zhao, lock these in the warehouse unless you are short of money, don't sell them easily. Got it?"

There are too many of her works on the market, which will affect the price.

Zhao Licai took it over happily, patting his chest and assuring, "Don't worry, Fourth Elder. I know these things better than you do. I will definitely let you sell your things for the highest price. Only in this way can I live up to your loyalty to the sect."

Zhao Licai left contentedly, leaving Lan Qingya alone to ponder the serious question of how to generate income for the sect.

Jun Moxiao finished refining again and walked out of the bedroom.

Ever since Lan Qingya stole the blue phoenix egg, she could no longer return to the side hall in the back mountain.

When the two stupid birds saw her appear, they rushed over and beat her up as if they had seen their lifelong enemy.

Jun Moxiao arranged for her to live with him in the main hall.

The main hall is three rooms wide and three rooms deep. Jun Moxiao does not hold large gatherings here. This is his private residence, so he divides the spacious hall into nine rooms.

Lan Qingya was arranged to live opposite her master's bedroom, with a flower hall in between.

She was lying on the table, grunting, and didn't see Jun Moxiao.

I don't know how many brain cells died in an hour, but I still couldn't think of any way to make quick money.

"What are you doing?"

Jun Moxiao's voice suddenly sounded beside her, and Lan Qingya was so scared that she almost jumped up.

Seeing him, she shook her head and said, "Nothing, Master..."

"Today is July 7th."

【July 7, what happened? 】

Lan Qingya was surprised and looked up at him, but he still had a calm expression.

[Yes, Master has been like this since I can remember. Do you still expect to see the subtext from his face? ]

Lan Qingya wasn't sure what he meant and could only say "oh".

"Do you want to..."

He paused, his earlobes reddening: "Going to beg for skills?"

Lan Qingya didn't notice this detail at all, she was just shocked.

[My mother, my grandmother, my jacket, my coat, what do you mean by begging for skill or not? Did Master take the wrong medicine? ]

Jun Moxiao: ...

Just as he was feeling somewhat regretful, a small hand tugged at his sleeve twice.

Lan Qingya said with some excitement: "Master, will you go with me?"

Thus, the two of them appeared in a mortal city.

As the sun sets, people come and go, and the streets are filled with hawking and laughter, which is completely different from the atmosphere of the immortal sect.

Lan Qingya strolled from one end of the street to the other with great interest. She visited every stall and looked around every shop.

Holding the meat bun in his hand, the next moment, Jun Moxiao handed over a piece of osmanthus cake.

Lan Qingya took it with a smile.

[Practicing every day is so boring, this is how people should live! ]

Before I finished eating the buns, he handed me the candied haws.

【Wow wow wow... Master is so kind... 】

Screw the mission plot.

[If you can find a small town to live in seclusion and be with others, it will be a happy life. ]

"Hmm... this milk puff is so delicious, Master, you must try it."

Seeing Jun Moxiao's refusal, she hummed.

"Really! This is the most delicious soufflé I've ever tasted. You won't feel cheated or cheated. One bite will make you feel that the trip is worthwhile!"

Jun Moxiao's dark eyes reflected her instigating face, and finally he opened his mouth and let her put the piece of milk puff into his mouth.

It’s really delicious, with a rich milky flavor and a slightly sweet taste.

"How is it? How is it? Isn't it delicious? This boss is really good. I will learn from him someday. This way, when Master is craving for it next time, I will be able to make it."

It's you who is greedy.

Jun Moxiao took another piece and put it into his mouth.

"Master...Miss, look, is that True Lord Qingyun?"

Le Yao, who originally had a relaxed and indifferent look on her face, turned her head and just happened to see a woman holding a milk puff and selling it to the person in front of her.

The person opposite the woman was none other than Piao Miao Sect's leader, True Lord Qingyun, Jun Moxiao.

Le Yao sneered. True Lord Qingyun was a solitary moon hanging in the sky. She fell in love with him at first sight and wrote thirteen letters to express her feelings, but he never responded once.

Why would I care about this little girl's kindness now?

Don't overestimate yourself...

Le Yao's expression became even gloomier because she saw that Jun Moxiao actually opened his mouth and ate the tofu piece!

The disciple behind him didn't dare to speak anymore and lowered his head to minimize his presence.

Lan Qingya and Jun Moxiao came to an embroidery building and watched the embroiderer inside threading the needle and praying for dexterity, while the people watching on the side were amazed in praise.

The embroiderers distributed the Qiqiao fruits they made by hand to the onlookers, and everyone got a piece of the Qiqiao fruit.

Lan Qingya took the fruit handed over by an embroiderer and said a few auspicious words with a smile.

Her curved eyebrows and eyes were very pleasing, and the embroiderer was amused by her and chuckled with her hands covering her lips.

"The girl is so clever and resourceful, she will surely find her ideal husband smoothly in the future without any setbacks."

Lan Qingya didn't comment, but still thanked him with a smile.

After joining in the fun, Lan Qingya stared at Jun Moxiao's back and made up her mind.

"Master, the blessing that girl gave me just now reminded me of some foolish things I did in the early years."

[I was young and ignorant, but I caused Le Yao to lose her thirteenth chance. What if the master was moved by the thirteenth time? Wouldn't I become the stumbling block, the obstacle?]

"I have something to confess to you."

Lan Qingya closed her eyes and said it all in one breath.

"In fact, Fairy Le Yao wrote you thirteen love letters. I was young at the time and felt that it was a disturbance to my master, so I secretly withheld the letter and burned it..."

Suddenly, she felt a cold gaze falling on her from behind.

I turned around and searched, but found nothing.

Lan Qingya just thought it was her own illusion.

As soon as she said this, she felt relaxed all over and felt that she was open and honest again.