"Cut leeks."

"Huh? What? Ning Chengfang came back to his senses and looked at Qi Yue puzzled, "Cutting leeks?" ”

"Cutting leeks is just a way of saying in the mundane world."

Qi Yue glanced at him, and immediately a touch of disdain and ridicule flashed in his eyes, "Some people are angry at the fate of the son of luck, and they don't want to cultivate seriously, so they think of some crooked ideas.

Try your best to get the Son of Fortune in front of him first, and then send people to keep an eye on the Son of Luck, as soon as they find the whereabouts of Chance around them, those people will pounce on the Son of Luck like locusts. ”

“…… Until the Son of Fortune is coaxed into a daze, those people will ask the Son of Fortune for a chance. ”

What kind of beauty plan, hero saves beauty, tanuki for prince......

Ning Chengfang was stunned when he heard it, but just as he was listening to the wonderful part, Qi Yue suddenly stopped talking, and he said in a daze:

"Will the son of fortune, they ask?"

Qi Yue raised her eyes at him, her eyes were full, are you a fool? She didn't make it all clear, and asked her questions that already had obvious answers.

"Hehe, that ......"

Ning Chengfang, who was seen by her as weak-hearted, touched his nose, and then said innocently, "I didn't think you saw it from which book?" ”

The monk has always pursued the Great Dao, and has paid little attention to the others.

Sometimes, however, the life span is too long, and the monk occasionally yearns for a life in the mundane world.

Therefore, all kinds of vulgar and elegant entertainment activities such as flower house dances, poetry meetings, and banquets were played by a group of monks.

And because of the spirit of excellence of those monks, some monks have even stumbled out their own way in these remote fields.

At this point, the entertainment industry in the world of cultivating immortals has not only developed to its peak, but it will definitely not be worse than modern times.

And what Ning Chengfang said is not a myth made up by imagination in the mortal world.

Most of them are the real experiences of the monks.

Although not all monks have the habit of recording their own experiences, some low-level monks, especially casual monks, will inevitably encounter some dangers or inexplicable adventures when they go out.

On the one hand, they write the diary just in case, if they encounter an accident, this travelogue can be left to their children or relatives, so that they can take the immortal road again in the future, which is also an intangible wealth.

On the other hand, the major sects or some forces that do not have a wide range of sects will specially include the travelogues of scattered cultivators.

Because the sect has to bear the cultivation resources of many disciples, they often need to develop some secret realms to maintain the long-term development of the sect, and the number of casual cultivators is large, and the sect can always find what they want from their words.

As for those family forces that are not well-connected, they will collect the travelogues of scattered cultivators, and to put it bluntly, they want to expand their own sources.

Because they don't have special news channels like the big sects, collecting the travelogues of casual cultivation is not only a low-cost payment, but perhaps because of this, they can also make friends with some casual cultivators with great potential.

Of course, the possibility of the latter is relatively small, but there are not no such examples in the immortal cultivation world, just like the Jin family, the leader of Xingyun Commercial Bank, it was by relying on such kindness that he became the leader of Xingyun Commercial Bank from an unknown small family.

Even relying on that Elder Meng, they also had a lot of say in the Ten Thousand Souls League.

That's what I said, but not all of them, like those great sects, would use mantra charms or other means to test the authenticity of the travelogues brought by the scattered cultivators.

What's more, some people take a fancy to the profits, and in order to earn spirit stones, regardless of the authenticity of the travelogue, it will be included in the book, and then sold privately.

And these are the activities of the people below.

So Ning Chengfang's words behind him are not without some truth.

"Besides, with such a low-level calculation, as long as those sons of luck are not fools, how can they not see that they are being calculated?"

"Yes, that's good."

Qi Yue asked coldly, "They just saw that it was a calculation, what do you think they want to put the son of luck under their noses?" ”

Sometimes even if the children of luck know that it is a game, they have to jump in, and this is the genius of those people.

It is difficult for the son of luck to know that it is a calculation, and it is difficult to give up the opportunity willingly.

But when they know that they are in danger and that they can only exchange the opportunity for temporary peace, will they not hesitate in the face of the tearful eyes of their relatives and friends?

After all, the son of luck is also a man, not a god.

Ning Chengfang was slightly dumbfounded, he still wanted to defend something.

"However, didn't you just say that only the sons of luck can ...... if they are willing"

Ning Chengfang frowned, he would almost react to it.

Qi Yue, how did she know these things?

Looking at him with suspicious eyes, Qi Yue looked calm and continued to explain: "The son of luck is just extremely lucky, but the immortal cultivation realm still relies on strength after all. ”

As long as the person who robbed the Son of Luck didn't suffer the curse of God, he didn't say that he would grow in a short period of time if he got the opportunity of the Son of Luck, but at least he could definitely throw off a lot of his peers.

In addition, the son of luck is indeed powerful, but he has not grown up, no matter how powerful he is, he is only a low-level monk with better luck than others.

As long as those people keep an eye on it, they will pick up wool from the son of luck if they have nothing to do, and if the son of luck has no chance, his strength will not be improved, so if he wants to seek revenge on them, it is not a fantasy.

Moreover, whoever said that the calculations of beauty and bitter meat must be low-level calculations.

Maybe those lucky sons will eat this set?

Thinking of the heroine and her best friend Ji Yunsheng, Qi Yue couldn't say anything in her heart.

They are all big fools who are more blind than the other, and if men show weakness casually, they can be soft on them all of a sudden.

Qi Yue decided, when she went back, she would find a few more beautiful men to wash their eyes.

Xu Mo, Ji Yunsheng: ...... Not necessarily!

The two of them were arguing here, but they didn't actually ignore the movement around them.

A cold air blew in, and the two of them shivered together, and then the next moment, they all chose to flee in one direction.

A black shadow appeared in the same place, and there was an additional pit in the ground, and the mirror in the pit was shining in the moonlight.

In the moonlight, the appearance of a ghost could be faintly seen, which was the face of a middle-aged man.

Seeing that Qi Yue and Ning Chengfang chose to flee without thinking about it, the ghost's blurred face seemed to reveal a little annoyance.

But then there were chasing soldiers, and he didn't think much about it, and the black shadow rolled up the mirror again and chased after Ning Chengfang.

Childe fell into their hands, but he didn't die.

No, we can't let him appear alive in front of those high-ranking monks in the Tibetan Sea Realm.

Just as the black shadow was about to catch up with Ning Chengfang, a sword flashed, followed by a cluster of gorgeous fire.

The sword light picked up the black shadow and was about to touch the corner of Ning Chengfang's body, and although the alien fire that was differentiated was not guided by the owner, it was about to pounce on it under the instinctive drive.

Ning Wuhong noticed this and swung a few sword qi to entangle the black shadow.

He was not in a hurry to kill the other party, but looked at the increasingly flamboyant strange fire and asked, "Do you want to eat?" ”

(End of chapter)