A little digression first.

The desolate world.

The heavens are thirty-threefold, and the earth is divided into four continents.

Qinchuan crossed over, in the middle of the flood famine, the saints established a religion, and the human race flourished.

All kinds of immortal cultivation sects, no matter how big or small, have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, jointly helping the human race to compete for the luck of the Heavenly Dao, and not giving the witch and demon clans the slightest chance to turn over.

These sects of cultivating immortals all have a common characteristic, that is, they select the talents of heaven from hundreds of millions of mortals and educate them.

Then he became an immortal and attained the Tao after tomorrow, jumped out of the five elements, was not in the Three Realms, and fed the sect with his own luck. Repeatedly, a virtuous circle......

So, in the end.

In the current desolate world, talent is the hard currency that can cross the world.

If you have peerless talent, once you are known by the major sects, even if you have already died, nail the coffin tightly and bury it deep underground......

As long as you are not completely dead (six reincarnations), you will be uncovered and raised, given a golden pill to prolong your life, and perform a wonderful method to rejuvenate!

This is also why Qin Chuan's senior brothers are so confident, and after changing their courts, they can still be taken seriously!

Then on the other hand, he has obviously stepped on the immortal path and worked hard to cultivate all day long, but he has been ignored by the major sects...... Loose cultivators.

Why did it become the lowest creature in the entire immortal cultivation world, this is ...... It's worth the eye.

Except for those who voluntarily become casual practitioners......

It's almost an open secret that no one can tell.

And that's—

In fact, everyone is a defective product that has been eliminated by the major sects!

That is,

There are no talented people.

Therefore:

Some people resign themselves to their fate, are content with pleasure, and neglect their cultivation.

For them, the word "cultivating immortals" is either for longevity or for secular power.

Some casual cultivators do not accept their fate, bury themselves in penance, work hard, believe that my fate is up to me!

And Ling Yin-

It's such a casual practice that doesn't accept fate.

In all fairness, even in the world of cultivating immortals, where there are so many handsome men and beautiful women, she can be called an absolute beauty.

Melon seed face, slender body, moth eyebrows, white skin as fresh as a ling.

Especially a pair of peach blossom eyes, between the flow of eye waves, pretty.

If she is willing, the monks who want to come to the big sect, among the three wives and four concubines, are also willing to leave a place for her.

Then the permanent technique of repairing the face will avoid the trouble of being easy to age, and at least you can spend your life beautifully.

However, three years ago, on her sixteenth birthday, she resolutely rejected the golden and jade marriage arranged by her parents.

And successfully ran home, and by chance, became a casual cultivator.

However, her path to cultivating immortals was much more difficult than Qin Chuan's.

Not only did her pretty face not bring her cultivation resources, but instead became the object of covetment by people with unscrupulous intentions.

If it weren't for the eight-sided delicacy she learned from her parents since she was a child, she took advantage of the situation everywhere and struggled to find a fragile balance among countless people who had bad intentions.

She was only afraid that she had already become a forbidden person for a certain seventy or eighty scattered cultivator-

Different from the cultivation of the authentic immortal sect's disciples, the strength and the degree of aging of the appearance are often directly proportional to the degree of aging in the scattered cultivation.

Until recently, after traveling from place to place, she came to the black market here.

In this place, where there is still a trace of the bottom line of the rules, she finally has a good night's sleep, instead of praying before the couch every day when she wakes up the next day......

Not in a strange bed!

So, she simply stayed here.

Day after day, she finally survived the last person who still had illusions about her beauty.

But it's also thanks to these people.

The previous left and right sources still allowed her to save a few medium-grade spirit stones in the past three years.

She felt that according to the current realm, the last few years were enough.

What's more, she doesn't completely plan to sit on the mountain and eat nothing!

......

Ling Yin had been in this black market for several months, and most of them were already acquaintances.

However, as the only remaining place in this sparsely populated place, where you can barter nearby, it is not uncommon to see daily faces.

Like what...... Right now!

As soon as Qin Chuan entered Fang Street, he had already attracted her attention.

Young, low-cultivated, cautious.

It's simply the perfect object for what you want to do, a humanoid spirit stone sent to your door.

Being young means inexperienced.

A low cultivation means low combat effectiveness.

And acting cautiously means that the other party encounters trouble in an unfamiliar environment, and if he can have a choice, there is a high probability that he will choose to break the fortune and avoid disasters.

As for solvency?

It's even more of a concern.

She saw from a distance just now that the other party was still in this black market, a famous black-hearted businessman, who had bought cultivation exercises.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little envious in her heart.

This person had stayed with that black-hearted merchant for so long, and he was afraid that the spirit stones in the storage bag would shrink by at least half.

I just don't know how much that black-hearted businessman earned?

I don't know, there are already several high-grade spirit stones that have been easily taken into his arms.

Thinking of this, her heart was even hotter, hanging far behind Qin Chuan, looking for an opportunity.

Hard work pays off.

The timing had finally been found.

Just when all of Qin Chuan's attention was attracted by a magic weapon on the stall next to him.

She quickly checked the props that had been prepared in advance—

A jade hairpin folded into two sections.

Then I went through the lines that I had already made up all over again.

In the end, taking advantage of Qin Chuan's distraction, he bumped into his head!

Smack!

The jade hairpin, which had already been broken in two, let out a fragile moan on the bluestone-paved floor.

At the moment when Qin Chuan turned his head.

Tears were already welling up in her eyes.

She was stunned for a moment, then slowly knelt down on the ground.

Then he picked up the broken hairpin with both hands, put it to his chest, and did not speak.

Two lines of tears ran down her cheeks, but she couldn't hear her crying.

This silent cry is undoubtedly the saddest of all

Put yourself in the shoes of others......

At this moment, her eyes are red, and her delicate face is pear blossoms with rain.

Coupled with the weak appearance of the heart-wrenching eyebrows, it is enough to move the most hard-hearted monk.

Even if you are an unreasonable person, you can feel that there must be a touching story in this broken hairpin!

It's a pity that she met Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan is not a hard-hearted person, but he is poor.

So Ling Yin didn't wait for the usual soft voice to convince her.

What she heard,

It was a voice of astonishment:

"I'm not!"

"I didn't!"

"Girl...... This, but you bumped into it first!"