In three hours, he earned 40,000 spirit stones, and Xu Qingyang, who was still angry because his two daughters didn't want to practice and just wanted to make money, suddenly became really fragrant.

With spirit stones, even if it's a waste material, it can become a genius.

The two sisters noticed Daddy's reaction, looked at each other and smiled, put away the storage bags, and returned the tables and chairs they borrowed from the teahouse.

As the sun sets, it will be late, and the family wants to book two upper rooms in the city inn to stay temporarily, and send the twins to participate in the Xingmen apprenticeship election early tomorrow morning.

Unexpectedly, the number of people who came from all over the country to participate in the election skyrocketed, and the teaching rooms in the inn were all booked.

The shopkeeper said impatiently: "Only the No. 1 room and the backyard are paved, do you want to?" ”

Xu Yue asked tentatively: "How many spirit stones are there in Tianzi No. 1 for one night?" ”

The shopkeeper raised his hand and compared it to three, "Thirty thousand spirit stones for one night." ”

The family of seven gasped when they heard this, and Xu Erniang scolded: "You guys are robbing money!" ”

Don't think they don't understand the market, even the Tianzi room in the largest restaurant in the city is only more than 10,000 yuan.

When the shopkeeper heard Xu Erniang's words, he was not annoyed, raised his eyebrows and said: "Don't look at what day it is, the house prices of inns and restaurants in the city have all doubled, if you are too expensive, then go to another house and ask, don't stand and delay other guests to choose a room." ”

In the end, it was Xu Qingyang who made the decision, "Let's go to Tianzi No. 1." ”

This place is well located and well-informed, not to mention that we can't afford to spend it.

Wang Pingping bowed her head, took out a handful of medium-grade spirit stones from the storage ring to pay for the room, and asked the shopkeeper to get some food and send it to the room.

When the shopkeeper saw the Zhongpin Spirit Stone, his expression was obviously surprised for a moment, and then his attitude towards several people was much better.

The medium-grade spirit stone is not only a spirit stone, but also represents what class the monk's identity belongs to.

Although the multiple between the lower grade and the middle grade is fixed at one hundred, everyone knows that the spiritual energy contained in the middle grade spirit stone is more refined, and the average monk keeps the middle grade and above for cultivation.

And those who can scatter the medium-grade spirit stones without blinking are either the second generation of cultivators or the high-level disciples with extraordinary status in the sect.

The shopkeeper obviously regarded Xu Yue's family as the first type.

Especially after seeing the twins and Xu Qingyang's special hair color, I became more and more sure that this was the second generation of Xiu from other cities.

The shopkeeper called a clever shopkeeper and asked him to bring the guests up.

The restaurant has three floors, and the Tianzi No. 1 room is in the center of the second floor facing the inner courtyard, which is quiet and spacious, with a built-in high-level spirit gathering array, and the aura is very abundant.

The layout in the room is completely different from that of the mortal inn, which is complete with tables, chairs and benches, exquisite and gorgeous.

The cultivator inn in Juxian City, there is a cave after pushing the door open, with a built-in small bridge and flowing water, flowers and trees, and a pavilion and attic are simple and atmospheric.

Under the trees, on the bridges, and in the attics, there are soft collapses or futons for the monks to rest and practice.

Xu Yue and the others were like townsfolk old people entering the city, and they were amazed while watching.

Xu Qingyang helplessly supported his forehead, secretly glad that the shopkeeper had left, and no one saw such a scene in the house.

"Why don't you have a place to sleep?" Xu Pingyuan hugged the straw puppet doll, and his brows furrowed with worry.

Xu Erniang playfully flicked her daughter's deep face, "Can't we make our own bed without a bed?" ”

As she spoke, Wang Pingping had already taken out the six small beds that had been placed in the cave and placed them side by side under the pink flower tree, and the cherry pink petals fell down, exuding a unique fragrance.

"It's so romantic, it's so dreamy~" Xu Erniang covered her face and said intoxicated.

Xu Yue waved her hand and pulled her back to reality, "Make the bed." ”

You can't sleep directly on the bed board.

Xu Erniang glanced at her sister speechlessly, "Do you understand romance?" ”

"I don't understand." Xu Yuezhi replied in a daze, and threw Xu Erniang two sets of bedding, "Your own cub is spread by yourself." ”

Xu Erniang shook her head helplessly, and could only resign herself to making beds for the two children.

"Alas, that's how hard it is to be a single mother." I really want to find a nanny dad for the two little bunnies.

Xu Dalang, who was standing next door and making his own bed, seemed to have mind reading skills, and his sharp eyes were cast.

Xu Erniang was thrilled by him, and she was busy gathering her mind and concentrating on making the bed.

Xu Qingyang didn't need a bed, but looking at the six small beds that were neatly arranged, there was no one with his own, and the whole person was unhappy.

Xu Dongbei ran to his grandfather, tilted his head and looked at his grandfather's depressed handsome face strangely, and asked tentatively:

"Grandpa, can't my sister and I not go to school?"

These days, the brother and sister left school, followed their family to a time travel, and then spent three months in the cave without worry, every day is like being in heaven.

But just when the two of them thought that such a good day would last forever, the adults in the family suddenly told them that they were going to school again.

A-Niang said: "Of course the children have to go to school, do you see whose children are still fooling around at home like your age?" ”

The uncle said, "It's good to have Master, Master can teach you more things." "I don't have to bother Lao Tzu anymore.

Xu Dongbei wanted to say, even if you didn't say the latter sentence uncle, your disgusted eyes have betrayed yourself.

My aunt and grandmother also said, "We have to follow the rules of the game." ”

Seeing that there was no hope of freedom, the brother and sister could only nod their heads with a wob: "Oh." ”

"Grandpa, I just heard them say that when you enter the sect, you have to cut off the dust edge, what is the dust edge?" Xu Dongbei asked curiously.

Xu Qingyang patted the futon beside him, Xu Dongbei walked over and sat down cross-legged, the posture was standard, and at first glance, he used to cross his legs.

Xu Qingyang said softly: "The fate of the earth is all the fate of the mortal world, and relatives and friends are all part of the fate of the earth. ”

The white-haired boy on his side furrowed dissatisfiedly with a pair of thick eyebrows, "Then I won't go, I don't want to cut off my grandparents, aunts, aunts and uncles!" ”

"I don't want to go either, I want to stay with you forever." Xu Pingyuan appeared behind the two of them at some point, and suddenly spoke.

Xu Qingyang looked back, and the little girl with two purple braids had a firm face, and she didn't mean to joke at all.

The brother and sister were serious. Xu Qingyang, who realized this, chuckled, laughing inexplicably at the brother and sister.

"Two little fools, where is the edge of the dust that can be cut off? If it was really cut off so easily, there would be no immortal cultivators in this world. ”

"The so-called cultivation of immortals means that people want to get close to the immortals who have no desires and no desires, and if they don't ascend, who in this world is not a mortal?"

Xu Qingyang remembered the destructive power brought about by the fierce thunder tribulation engraved in the depths of his divine consciousness, pulled the two grandsons in front of him, stroked their little heads and admonished:

"Stepping into the immortal gate, one wrong step, and the catastrophe will never be recovered, all of which requires you to be cautious at all times, stay focused, and not remember the fate, understand?"

The two siblings nodded as if they didn't understand, and mumbled.

If it's just that you don't remember it in your practice, then it's acceptable.

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