"Oops, you're such a tsundere hyacinth." Young Master Jia pretended to be angry.

"Haha, alright." Yan Zixiu smiled and said, "Let me ask the third question." How do people like us earn spirit stones? ”

People think that's a good question. Without spirit stones, it's hard to move an inch.

Listening to Xia replied: "Generally speaking, mortals can only earn gold and silver, and monks can earn spirit stones. Because it was difficult for mortals to provide the Dan Talisman Array that the monks needed. Unless there is a particularly good product or service, you can let the monk dig out the spirit stone. Take you half a monk, what are you good at? ”

Yan Zixiu said: "I can paint, play the piano, understand medicine, and understand the treatment of some monks' injuries, can I earn spirit stones?" ”

Hearing Xia's eyes lit up: "Of course you can." I have a feeling you're a bit bragging, though. You can make it the simplest, draw a picture and I'll see it. I'll give you a spirit stone now. ”

"Okay, let's stop on the side of the road and watch me earn spirit stones." Yan Zixiu said.

This is a big deal to earn spirit stones, but you have to cooperate well. The crowd hurriedly leaned against the side of the road.

"Just draw Xia yourself. Stand still. Yan Zixiu took out the easel and pen and paper from the package, glanced at Tingxia, and began to draw.

Listening to Xia standing in place, he didn't dare to move, for fear that the painting would be broken and blame her.

Some passers-by also came to watch.

In less than half an hour, I only heard Yan Zixiu say, "Okay." ”

Listening to Xia hurriedly came to watch, I saw a girl on the painting paper leading a deer cart, with dark eyebrows, a smart expression, capable and naughty, youthful and sunny, and vigorous. The whole person is vivid, as if he is about to step down from the painting.

The girl in this painting, isn't it Tingxia, who is it?

The onlookers applauded: "This painting is God!" ”

"It looks like it's alive."

"How much does it cost to draw one?"

"I heard it's a spirit stone."

"Spirit stones? I'm mortal, I don't have spirit stones. ”

"I don't have either, and if I had, I'd draw one."

……

Listening to Xia's painting, he was happy in his heart, and decisively threw a spirit stone: "Here you go." Hey, shouldn't you put money on the painting? ”

Yan Zixiu took the spirit stone, inscribed four words "half a Taoist friend" on the painting, and then took out a seal, sighed, and pressed it on the painting, which was a "strict" word.

Listen to Xia and look at it: "Yan? Your surname is Yan? Did you really write half of your fellow Daoists? ”

"In the Lower Yan Zi Mausoleum." Half a Taoist friend's statement is quite interesting, and I will use it as a payment in the future. ”

"Brother Yan, have you earned spirit stones? That's a hundred taels of gold or a thousand taels of silver. Young Master Jia said enviously.

Yan Zixiu smiled and threw the spirit stone to Gao Gongzi: "Tonight, we have the silver for the guest house." ”

Suddenly, a clear voice came: "Half a fellow Daoist, we also want to paint." ”

When everyone looked at it, it turned out to be two handsome young monks, each of whom was in the Great Perfection realm of Qi cultivation. The two are similar in appearance, except that they have a mole on the left eyebrow and a mole on the right eyebrow.

Yan Zixiu understood at a glance that these two were playing a game of women pretending to be men, just like Ning Yun's master and servant. The cultivation realm is definitely higher than that of Tingxia, how much higher is it, with his current status, it is inconvenient to take a closer look.

"Good. No problem. One for each person, or one for two? Yan Zixiu asked.

"One for each person, then one for each of them, and then one for each other. There are three in total. If you draw well, Master Ben will be rewarded. I don't want a spirit stone. The handsome monk with a mole on his left eyebrow glanced at Tingxia.

Listening to Xia's ignorance, he said to Yan Zixiu: "Hurry up and draw." I've led you to the place, and you'll have to work hard. ”

"What is urging? Half of the Taoist friends are anxious, what should I do if I can't draw well? The left-eyebrow monk was a little upset.

"Listen to Xia Daoyou, we know the place of the inn. Why don't you go and get busy. Miss Jia hurried to play the round.

"I'm not busy. I'm just waiting here. "Listening to Xia is also quite stubborn.

Since Xia didn't urge, Yan Zixiu continued to paint. After a quarter of an hour, all three paintings were painted. The payment is written, and the seal is pressed on the ground. Let's live!

Just like the painting just now, the portrait is realistic and expressive, and you can feel a kind of heroism when you look at the painting.

The two monks were very satisfied, and directly threw over a storage bag: "Half of the Taoist friends, it's all yours." Then he put away the portrait and walked away in style.

Yan Zixiu's current mortal status makes him restricted everywhere, and the storage bag cannot be opened directly.

He took the storage bag and handed it to the nearest Young Master Jia: "Please help me take a look." ”

Young Master Jia opened it and couldn't help but shake his hand: "Huh? A thousand spirit stones?! "Hurry up and return it to Yan Zixiu.

The onlookers were taken aback.

Three paintings of a thousand spirit stones, but they are generous.

Yan Zixiu's face did not change, and he took the storage bag and threw it to Gao Gongzi: "Everyone has the cost of the flying boat the day after tomorrow." ”

This is to pay for the flying boat for all the entourage.

The entourage breathed a sigh of relief, and finally didn't have to risk their lives to go to Raptors Villa, and they couldn't help but feel grateful.

Everybody counts. Yan Zixiu's current Xixi Yuefeng is only fifty taels of silver. These thousand spirit stones are worth a million taels of silver.

"Let's go!" Gao Gongzi was a little nervous, in case he was targeted.

The spirit stones of him and the Jia family brothers and sisters combined, it was less than five hundred spirit stones.

Miss Jia glanced at Yan Zixiu deeply and didn't say anything.

After Yan Zixiu cleaned up, he heard Xia come over and say, "I'll take you to the Pinggu Inn." ”

"Thank you."

Listen to Xia Yi flick his short hair: "Thank me for what?" ”

Yan Zixiu said: "Thank you for giving me the inspiration and opportunity to earn spirit stones, thank you for your patience." It makes me happy. Can I still pay two spirit stones to ask three questions? ”

Hearing this, Tingxia was a little touched, and sighed: "If it weren't for the pressure of life, I would actually be willing to answer questions for free." You ask, a spirit stone is all it takes. ”

"First, what's good to eat nearby?" This is a question asked for Young Master Jia.

"In the alley behind the Pinggu Inn, there is an old Jiande shop, which has been inherited for hundreds of years. The place is spacious, the dishes are clean, the quantity is large and the price is excellent, and the flavor is unique. ”

Young Master Jia arched his hand at Yan Zixiu and expressed his gratitude.

"Zhu Jiujie." Miss Jia made a joke.

"Second, what is the most popular item for the monks here? Except for spirit stones. ”

"Pills, especially pills or related items that can cure demons in the heart." Listen to Xia replied.

"Oh?" Yan Zixiu's heart flashed with inspiration, and he felt that this might be a breakthrough close to Wenxing's old demon, "I can add a spirit stone, I hope to explain it in detail." ”

"Not necessarily." Listening to Xia Yi wave his hand, "The greater the evil a person does, the more harm he will do, and the heavier the demons will be when he breaks through the bottleneck of the big and small realms." I won't say much about the rest. ”

Yan Zixiu knew in his heart that the style of the Four Elephant Sect was brutal, and many monks must have very serious demons, so they urgently needed pills or related items to calm their minds.

"And one last question, I just heard you talk about it, it seems that there is a lot of pressure in life, isn't that so?"

Hearing Xia, the others were also stunned. What is the problem?

The people who listen to Xia's usual dealings are basically interests, how could anyone ever ask her this question? Where does anyone care about her feelings?

Her nose was sore, and she hurriedly turned her face away, holding back her tears, and then replied: "There is pressure in life." My parents were monks. My father went on an expedition deep into the mountains for the sake of our family's cultivation resources, but he was injured by a demon beast and is still paralyzed in bed. My mother worked as a helper in a talisman shop and earned a meager income. My sister is still young and is an apprentice. In addition to being a hyacinth, I also have time to do some other work. ”

As she spoke, she suddenly realized how she had told so much to a stranger.