Wen Yun felt deep remorse.
If she had known that Ye Shubai loved magic so much and would pull her aside every night to ask for spells, she should not have taught him.
Now she is forced to practice sword skills by the group of sword practitioners before dawn in the morning, and is forced to learn magic by her own sword spirit at night. Her diligence is so moving that if she doesn't ascend, who will
After ten days of agony, Wen Yun, who was eagerly waiting, finally caught a glimpse of the hope.
The journey to Fubuki Island is long, and halfway through the journey the spiritual formation on the cloud boat is gradually exhausted. The group of people who play with swords are professionals, but they are amateurs in studying spiritual formations, so the cloud boat stops halfway to re-arrange the spiritual formation.
Under the leadership of the team elder, Wen Yun and his party stayed in the best inn in Qingshan City.
There were monks everywhere in Qingshan City, and the mortals were not surprised. They bowed and greeted them familiarly: "Please come this way, immortals. What would you like to order first?"
The senior brother from the second peak looked at Wen Yun and laughed, "First, bring some spiritual food, and then a roasted crane, one that is fatter and tenderer!"
The remaining brothers immediately agreed: "Roasted crane is good!"
Wen Yun was speechless. Are they addicted to eating
The waiter was a little confused by this request, but he reacted quickly: "Okay, wait a moment, we'll go buy some freshly roasted cranes for you!"
After a while, he bought a fat crane and roasted it. Although it was just an ordinary meat crane, not as good as the Xie family's crane, the brothers were not picky at all and ate it with great relish.
Wen Yun was given a crane leg, but before she could take a bite, the leg in her hand was knocked to the ground by a whip. If she hadn't reacted quickly enough, she would have had a blood mark on her face.
"Brother, they are so cruel!"
A little girl with buns in pink clothes had tears in her eyes. She pulled at the clothes of the young man next to her and sobbed: "I thought the waiter wanted to save him from the hunter, but he roasted it and served it on the table."
The male cultivator whispered a few words to coax her, but she still looked at the roasted crane on the table with tears in her eyes: "The crane is so cute, why do you want to eat it?"
Wen Yun, who was almost hit by her whip, smiled with a fake smile and said in a leisurely tone: "Why? Because it tastes good."
This answer made the dumbfounded brothers standing by react and they all laughed and agreed.
"It's really delicious! Much more delicious than roast chicken!"
The little girl was so angry at Wen Yun that she stamped her feet: "Sister, you are so beautiful, why are you so cruel?"
She casually took a glass of wine and drank it, laughing: "Sister, your heart is as bad as your appearance."
The man next to the girl frowned when he heard this: "My dear girl, my sister is immature. Please bear with her because she is young."
Before Wen Yun could say anything, Shen Xinghai, who was sitting next to him, sternly said, "My junior sister is also young, why doesn't your sister take care of her?"
It is normal for the various peaks within a sect to compete with each other, but once you leave the mountain gate, you are all one family and you won't allow others to bully your family.
"That's right, our junior sister is only fifteen, who are you calling sister?"
"You cry like this when someone else eats a crane, why don't you cry when a pig is killed next door?"
The senior brothers and sisters all defended Wen Yun. The little girl over there was so angry that she burst into tears and grabbed her brother's sleeve and refused to let go.
The elder brother patted her head with great pity, and then turned to the crowd and said calmly: "I am Leng Li, the second son of the Leng family, and this is my sister Leng Yanyan. I don't want to cause trouble when I'm away from home. Please bury the crane properly, and then ask the girl to kowtow to my sister and apologize."
"Wow, it turns out to be the Leng family." Wen Yun exclaimed in a pretentious tone, then turned to ask Senior Brother Erfeng next door for advice: "Senior Brother Zhu, who is the Leng family?"
Zhu Erchong pursed his lips while holding the sword, and lowered his voice: "It's normal that Junior Sister Wen hasn't heard of it. It's originally a small family, but it thinks it's so great because of the Xie family as a relative."
Leng Li on the other end had good cultivation and heard the whisper clearly, and his expression changed immediately.
However, Leng Li still had some vision. Although this group of sword cultivators were dressed shabbily, a closer look revealed that their cultivation was incredibly high, so they must have come from prominent families.
So he suppressed his anger and bowed slightly: "I wonder which sect you are from?"
Senior Brother Bao Pilong was still a willful person. He raised his sword and returned the greeting: "I don't deserve it, Qingliu Sword Sect!"
Leng Yanyan, who was standing beside him, exclaimed: "Ah, this is actually my cousin's master!"
Leng Li's mouth twitched, and the pride in his eyes disappeared. He forced out a warm smile: "The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple, it turned out to be one of our own..."
Unfortunately, no one talked to him about the past.
Leng Yanyan had wiped away her tears and showed a surprised smile on her face: "Senior brothers, my cousin Xie Mi'an has also joined your First Peak. I wonder if there are any senior brothers from the First Peak here?"
Everyone's eyes fell on Shen Xinghai, who pretended not to hear with an expressionless face and rejected her proposal of marriage.
However, Leng Yanyan had already walked forward, not looking at anyone else, but only looking at Shen Xinghai shyly: "May I know your name, Senior Brother?"
Shen Xinghai said coldly: "A nobody is not worth paying attention to."
She was frustrated but didn't lose heart. She squeezed in and sat down beside him, timidly saying, "Brother, you don't even want to say your name. Are you angry with Yanyan? Yanyan is just too soft-hearted and can't bear to see those weak creatures die in front of me..."
Wen Yun, who was sitting by Shen Xinghai's seashore, was ruthlessly pushed aside. She silently poured herself a cup of green tea to cool down her fever.
Shen Xinghai said ruthlessly: "Miss Leng, please move aside. You have taken my Junior Sister Wen's place."
Senior Sister Meng Ran drank a glass of wine and laughed, "Sister, you'd better not come and sit with us. We are counting on you to leave so that we can eat this roasted crane in peace."
The personalities of the sword practitioners were just like their swords, straightforward, cold and sharp. The little girl's heart was broken into pieces, and she walked away wiping her tears with grievance.
As a result of Leng Yanyan's delay, the most flavorful and crispy skin of the roasted crane became soft. The senior brothers lost interest and had no intention of competing with Wen Yun in swordsmanship.
Wen Yun packed a pot of spiritual water and returned to his room, then poured it on the royal poinciana tree, muttering: "Grow up soon, I really want to cut you..."
"What are you talking about?"
The sudden sound behind him made Wen Yun's hands tremble, and he poured the entire pot of spiritual water onto the poinciana tree.
Ye Shubai did not blame him. He took the firewood wand and pointed it. A faint warm light suddenly came down, slowly evaporating the excess water.
The way he held the wand was odd, like he was holding a sword, and it carried an inexplicable sharp aura, which was particularly beautiful.
But Wen Yun had no time to appreciate his posture at all, she was dumbfounded.
"When will you learn magic?"
Ye Shubai frowned: "You learned it yesterday when you were chatting happily with your brothers."
Wait, why do you say such sour words in such a cold tone
He added: "Magic elements are very different from spiritual power. It took me three days to fully master this elementary magic."
The man looked a little ashamed.
Thinking back to those magicians who spent a year memorizing the dragon spell, another year sensing the magical elements, and finally a final year to try to cast spells, Wen Yun felt sorry for them.
She said dryly, "Then you have to keep working hard. I learned advanced magic in just half a cup of tea."
Because it is a fire dragon, naturally proficient in fire magic.
She just wanted to trick Ye Shubai into focusing on magic, but she never expected that he would do something big as soon as he arrived.
Wen Yunsheng was so depressed that she wanted to go back to sleep, but it looked like the sword spirit would be interested in discussing magic with her next...
But unexpectedly, Ye Shubai closed the thick spell book and looked up at Wen Yun: "Since we are in Qingshan City, let's go to Wanbao Pavilion. Their main store is here."
Wen Yun was a little confused: "What is Wanbao Pavilion?"
Ye Shubai didn't think she was unsophisticated and patiently explained: "It's a place for monks to buy and sell items."
Wen Yun just remembered that before she left, her three senior brothers gave her 100 pieces of spiritual jade as travel expenses. After all, they were all three of the Spiritualization Stage. The defensive magic weapon they lent her was so advanced. I think these 100 pieces of spiritual jade must be the legendary top-grade spiritual jade. The kind that shocked the world by taking out a piece.
She immediately waved her hand generously: "Let's go!"
Before leaving, they asked their fellow disciples if they wanted to go together. But when they heard that Wen Yun was going to Wanbao Pavilion, everyone looked embarrassed.
"Junior Sister Wen, I just bought a piece of spiritual iron a few days ago, and I'm short of money..."
"No, no, I'll just look around at the nearby stalls. I spent all my savings on sword-making last month."
"I used to practice swordsmanship..."
The wealthy woman Wen Yun gave up and had to go shopping alone with the huge sum of money.
Wanbao Pavilion was opened by the Wan family, one of the four major families. They have branches in every city on the mainland. It is said that their business has even reached the territory of overseas magic cultivators, but the head of the Wan family flatly denied it.
The one in Qingshan City is their first store and also the headquarters. Although it is not the most luxurious or grand, it often has all kinds of rare treasures.
There are a wide variety of ornaments and weapons used by monks, as well as talismans, elixirs, and various medicinal materials and minerals, which are placed in the spirit formation according to different categories and must not be touched. If you like something, just ask the waiters in the store to take it out.
Wen Yun plans to find some light-related materials to make a temporary practice wand for Jian Ling, otherwise he will always steal her firewood wife...
Her experience working in the firewood room of the Tenth Peak made her wisely choose to go directly to the alchemy material area and search for the fuel.
Materials of light element were extremely rare, and she searched for a long time before she finally found a suitable thin wooden stick in the pile of medicinal materials.
Just as she was about to buy it, Ye Shubai, who had just walked to the other side, called her softly: "Wen Yun."
She raised her head and looked in the direction Ye Shubai pointed. That was the clothing area for female cultivators. A moon-white skirt was hung in the most conspicuous place. The hem and cuffs of the skirt were embroidered with delicate clouds with silver thread. It looked ethereal and attracted many female cultivators to watch.
Although Wen Yun has lived for hundreds of years, she still has a girlish heart and she is moved when she sees a beautiful dress.
Ye Shubai said calmly: "I see that you only have the sect disciple uniform. It's rare for you to come out, so you can buy two skirts."
She blinked: "So you asked me to come to Wanbao Pavilion to pick out a dress for me?"
Ye Shubai didn't answer, but he didn't deny it either.
Wen Yun narrowed her eyes, walked over with a smile and asked the price of the skirt.
"One hundred top-grade spirit stones."
It's just enough, but if I buy a skirt, I won't be able to make him a wand...
Wen Yun pursed her lips, turned around, picked up the stick and handed it to the servant: "I want this one."
He has just learned magic, so he should be rewarded.
She directly threw the mustard seed bag containing the spiritual stone over and said, "Take it yourself."
The attendant smiled and took out all the spiritual jades to count, and finally picked out two pieces and put them back: "There are a total of ninety-eight pieces of low-grade spiritual jades. I will return two pieces to you. Keep them."
"… "
Wen Yun really didn't expect this.
There are three powerful men in the God Transformation Stage, and together they are worth one hundred pieces of low-grade spiritual jade!
Fortunately, she didn't ask them to wrap up the skirt directly!
At this moment, a gentle voice sounded from the side: "I just saw that sister was looking at that skirt, why did she only buy a stick now?"
Leng Yanyan, who appeared out of nowhere, held Leng Li's hand with one hand and covered her lips with the other hand, saying guiltily: "It's all my fault. I didn't notice that my sister didn't have enough Lingyu. Yanyan is so inconsiderate."
"Sister, if you need it urgently, Yanyan can lend it to you, but I don't bring much today, only 30,000 or 40,000 high-quality spiritual jades. Don't think it's too little."
"..." Wen Yun, who only had two pieces of low-grade spiritual jade left, wanted to poke her mouth with the wooden stick in his hand.
The sword cultivators of the Qingliu Sword Sect are terrifyingly powerful, and their fame is equal to their strength. But they are also poor. After all, the sword cultivators only have swords in their eyes, and any money they have is spent on upgrading their equipment.
Never mind, I'll just live with poverty. Anyway, I've found the materials for him today...
She completely ignored the sarcastic Leng Yanyan and planned to take her own sword spirit back.
"Wen Yun, don't you like that skirt?" Ye Shubai didn't follow her, but stood tall in the crowd looking at her.
Wen Yun was in a dilemma and didn't want to tell him that he had emptied out all his family savings to make a magic wand for him.
Leng Yanyan beside her was still saying some unpleasant things.
Ye Shubai listened to a few words, then lowered his eyes to look at the shabby wooden stick in her hand, and he understood everything.
He took a step forward, squeezed her hand and then released it.
The voice was still cold, but the content was particularly doting: "Go, take everything you like back."
No one else could see Ye Shubai, but Wen Yun was the only one who noticed that he put something in his palm.
She slowly opened her hand, only to find a golden key inside.
The attendant beside him changed his expression when he saw the key, and immediately bowed: "It turns out that you are a distinguished guest! Please come to the top floor!"
The managers of Wanbao Pavilion also came after hearing the news.
Leng Yanyan's smile froze, and she whispered to her brother: "Isn't it that only the leaders of the three major sects and four major families can go to the top floor?"
Leng Li murmured: "Who is this little girl..."
Wen Yun was calmly escorted upstairs by the managers of Wanbao Pavilion. He appeared to be as calm as an old dog, but in fact he was extremely nervous.
Damn!
Why did she have to go to the top floor? She only had two pieces of spiritual jade in her pocket!