Quick Wear: All the villains who raised me have been cleansed

"Disciples, hurry up and leave. I'm afraid these people may have seen that the spiritual fruit tree is lost and are trying to capture people!"

Although he thought so in his heart, the Drunken Immortal was still a little confused.

Why does the guard look so nonchalant?

Aren’t they anxious after losing so many spiritual fruit trees?

It is indeed a big sect. They don’t care about so many spiritual fruit trees.

It was lost, but he was not in a hurry at all.

In fact, it was the Drunken Immortal who misunderstood. The reason why they searched the storage bags of the monks was because someone had previously reported that two spiritual fruit trees had been discovered. As a result, those two spiritual fruit trees were dug up by Lin Wanwan and others.

If the other party knew that the spiritual fruit trees in the spiritual fruit garden were also lost...

I guess he would have jumped up and down a long time ago. Not to mention searching the storage bag, I guess all the wandering cultivators who went in would have died.

Fortunately, they were not greedy and came out in time.

One by one, they put their hands in their sleeves and felt the existence of the space button.

This thing is really awesome. The magic weapon can't detect it at all.

"Disciples, now that we are all out, I will take you to Xuancheng."

"Let me tell you, Xuancheng is a big city!"

"I remember when my master accepted the mission, he went there once. There was a mercenary guild, an auction house, and various shops opened by monks, including medicine shops and magic weapon shops..."

"It can be said that all the resources that monks need can be purchased there."

"We made a lot of money this time. After we sell the ice mine, I will buy you some magic tools!"

The Drunken Immortal happily drove the magic gourd and went to Xuancheng with several disciples.

When they arrived at the city gate of Xuancheng, the clouds descended. After paying the entrance fee, the master and his disciples walked in with swagger.

When she arrived in Xuancheng, Lin Wanwan discovered that there were really a lot of monks here.

On the contrary, there are relatively few ordinary people, and you can only see one or two from time to time.

"Master, there are so many monks here. If we can live here, we should be able to make a lot of like-minded friends, right?"

Lin Wanwan looked at the people coming and going, among whom there were many who were about the same age as them.

"All the major sects have opened shops here, and the houses in Xuancheng are the most expensive in our area."

"If Wanwan likes it, after we sell the Ice Mine, Master will see if we can buy a small courtyard and we can live here for a few months."

Jiu Zhongxian is now very wealthy, and Xiaoyuan will buy whatever he wants.

If it were in other cities, he wouldn't have to worry about this at all, and he could afford it even in the past.

But the houses in Xuancheng are all sold at the price of spirit stones, and ordinary gold and silver are of little use here.

Therefore, the Drunken Immortal was not very confident and had to wait and see the value of the ice mine.

"Just these few country bumpkins, you want to buy a house in Xuancheng?"

"Hahaha, there are weird things every year, but this year there are especially many..."

While the master and his disciples were talking, a sarcastic voice suddenly came from behind them.

They turned around and saw a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue Taoist robe.

The other party was looking down on them with his nose turned up.

"Master, do people who can't afford to buy a house themselves think that others can't afford it either?"

"It's really pitiful. After working hard for half a lifetime, he can't even afford to buy an apartment."

"Master, let's go quickly. It's okay even if we can't afford a house. I'm just afraid of some people who can't afford a house, but look down on those who can't afford a house like them!"

Lin Wanwan said this deliberately, and the monk was so angry that his eyes widened.

He didn't expect that these newcomers would dare to laugh at him.

Is it his fault that he can’t afford a house?

He has been working diligently for the sect for decades.

All the spirit stones are used for cultivation. Who would use them to buy a house?

If you have a house, live in it. If you don’t have one, just find a place to sit all night.

Anyway, the cultivators don’t care about that much. It is actually more convenient for them to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the open air.

"Idiots, a bunch of poor people who know nothing!"

The male monk was still a little angry and cursed a few times, but he didn't dare to really step forward to cause trouble.

It is true that he came from a big sect, and it is also true that the other party was dressed simply, but there is no guarantee that he might not be some big boss in disguise, bringing his disciples out for training.

If it's the latter, he can't afford to offend.

The sect would not offend a strong person for a small character like him.

"Little disciple, if you meet such people next time, just ignore them!"

"They have become stupid because of their practice. If they go crazy, they will be like dog-skin plasters. After you beat one, another group will come."

Disciples from large sects all have this common problem: once they lose a fight, they go back and call their parents.

Group after group, the opponent becomes stronger and stronger as time goes by.

Generally speaking, independent cultivators rarely provoke disciples from large sects. The cultivator in the navy blue robe just now was obviously from a large sect.

But judging from the markings on his clothes, he should be an outer sect deacon or something like that.

And it's the kind that is not taken seriously.

Anyone with a little bit of strength would not mock others in the street.

No matter what you think in your heart, you still have to do the work on the surface.

The higher a person's status, the more he cares about his face.

Only those who have no ability try to use their sarcasm to raise their own value and put others down.

"I understand, Master!"

"Master, let's find a place to stay first. After eating barbecue for so long, I want to try normal meals."

After hearing Lin Wanwan's words, Jiu Zhongxian took them directly to a remote inn.

The price of an inn with a good location is too expensive. Although they are not short of money now, they will not waste it.

What the blue-robed monk said was true: monks don’t actually care much about where they live.

As long as you have a roof over your head and don't get wet when it rains, it's fine.

At other times, most monks would deliberately practice outdoors.

Lin Wanwan didn't care about all this. After entering the inn, she went back to her room, asked for a bucket of hot water, and took a good hot bath.

Several other brothers and the master also returned to their rooms to rest.

The Drunken Immortal had not forgotten that his little disciple was hungry, so he ordered some food for her before going to rest.

So when Lin Wanwan was lying on the bed counting the supplies in the space, she heard a knock on the door.

"Guest, this is the meal your chef ordered for you. Please enjoy it. I will be back to clean up in a quarter of an hour."

The waiter brought the food into the house, placed it on the table, and then left.

From beginning to end, his eyes did not look around randomly, and it was obvious that he was well-trained.

“I didn’t expect that although this inn is remote, the service attitude is still very good!”

Lin Wanwan sat down at the table and was about to eat when she saw Xuan San running in.

"Junior sister is eating, give me some, I'm hungry too!"

Xuan San sat down at the table without hesitation, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Lin Wanwan didn't take it seriously, as they were just like that as senior brothers and sisters.

The door was open, so the third senior brother naturally walked in directly.