After sitting down, Xue Cheng asked Lao Wang: "Brother Wang, did you send the cabbage in my yard?"

Lao Wang hurriedly shook his hand: "No, no, no, that was not sent by me, I can't grow such good cabbage, I can only grow potatoes, it was sent by the friend who planted cabbage I mentioned to you this morning." I told him today that I would like you to help sell cabbage, but I didn't expect him to bring you a cart of cabbage in the afternoon, saying that he would let you taste it first, and he still has a lot of cabbage, and he threw it away. It doesn't matter if you can't find a buyer, he just appreciates your willingness to help. ”

Xue Cheng suddenly felt a lot of pressure, eating a cart of cabbage out of thin air, but he couldn't sell a single one of them, how embarrassing it was.

"I remember you said that the daughter of a friend's family who planted cabbage was sick, what kind of disease?" Xue Cheng asked Lao Wang, if he couldn't sell cabbage for others, it would be considered a help to cure his girl's illness, and he could be regarded as a cultivator.

"Did I mention to Xiaocheng's sister that his daughter was sick?" Lao Wang touched his head, he remembered that he hadn't told Xue Cheng, he was just afraid that Xue Cheng was under pressure, so he didn't talk about it, could it be that he forgot about it, "Leukemia, alas, the eldest and second are studying, and the third child has that kind of disease, and the cabbage can't be sold......" In fact, he really didn't tell Xue Cheng, Xue Cheng's ear was too good, and he accidentally heard the conversation between him and his daughter-in-law.

When Xue Cheng heard this, he said silently in his heart, I'll help him sell cabbage.

The meal was very lively, and before the dumplings were served, Wuyunzi and a group of farmers got drunk, shouting that if they didn't get drunk, they wouldn't return, and whoever didn't drink would be a bastard.

Yan Lanxi did not refuse the toasters, all of them were stuffy, and when others were so drunk that they were undecenchy, he still sat silently waiting for dumplings.

After becoming a cultivator, Shi Yongming's alcohol consumption was much larger, but he still couldn't compare with Yan Lanxi, and after drinking a few bottles, he talked a lot.

The smell of tobacco and alcohol in the house was smoky, Xue Cheng avoided the courtyard and left, and ate a bowl of dumplings with a few women in the kitchen of Lao Wang's house.

Yan Lanxi was still sitting in the room, silently watching the various states of the living beings.

After Xue Cheng finished eating the dumplings, he beckoned Yan Lanxi to Yongming and Wu Feng to go back first, while Mao Xiaoshi wanted to stay behind to take care of his uncle Wuyunzi, who was still drinking with others.

Back in the small courtyard, Xue Cheng looked at the pile of cabbage outside the kitchen, his heart was blocked, he didn't go to practice immediately, and moved a cabbage to the kitchen to study.

With a wave of his hand, the knife of spiritual power was cut out, and the Linglong Dim Sum Divine Skill was run, and in an instant, a cabbage was cut into thin shreds.

Xue Cheng pinched a piece of shredded vegetables and chewed it in his mouth, well, crisp and sweet, a little delicious with apples. However, could it be that she cut a bunch of shredded cabbage and asked Qi Weiwei to put it in a small box of Linglong dim sum and sell it to customers?

If she did that, she would definitely be scolded. The cabbage that has been processed by Linglong Dim Sum is only a little better than ordinary cabbage, and it is a little more delicious, and it can't make people love it as a dim sum.

Xue Cheng looked at a pile of shredded cabbage, should he not cut it again, cut it into cabbage pieces, and wrap it into dumplings? Then Qi Weiwei stood at the door of the small shop and said in a voice towards the square: "Today's Linglong dim sum is - quick-frozen dumplings, two taels per person, cook them at home!"

The crowd in the square was so loud that they were frying!

No, Xue Cheng shook his head, the customer couldn't accept it, and she couldn't accept it herself, it was too time-consuming to wrap the dumplings.

The most troublesome way to do cabbage is to boil it into a big pot of vegetables, she used Linglong Dim Sum Shengong to swing out a number of spiritual power knives, and several thousand catties of cabbage were cut into small pieces. Qi Weiwei put a few big pots of boiled pork and cabbage stewed vermicelli in front of Weiwei Cake Shop.

The aroma of Linglong cabbage vermicelli wafted in the air, causing saliva to move in all directions, Qi Weiwei waved a big spoon and shouted: "Buy it, buy it, Linglong big pot dish, forty-eight one spoons, bring your own dishes and chopsticks!"

This style of painting makes me feel liver pain when I think about it, and Xue Cheng's mind coincides with the picture of a beautiful lady from a big family giving porridge at the door in some NC costume TV series that he watched over the years, and then all kinds of gods unfolded......

Xue Cheng rubbed his temples: I'd better go and cultivate.

The locust stump, Shi Yongming cultivated hard, and the aura in the air slowly converged towards him and was absorbed by him, while other components, dirty energy and other miscellaneous energies were directly excluded and could not be absorbed by him at all.

Xue Cheng recalled his exercises, when he was running, all kinds of energy would be absorbed, and because of this, he almost exploded and died.

Sure enough, it was a pot of exercises, but were the exercises that the master gave her really fake exercises? Even if they weren't fake exercises, they were still problem exercises.

Xue Cheng went to the other side of Huaishuzhuang and sat down, running the exercise "Wood Spirit Immortal" he wrote for Shi Yongming.

After a week's operation, Xue Cheng finished his work and said in his heart: I'll stop it! I can't practice this exercise!

Or, to be precise, it's not that she can't practice this exercise, but the results of cultivating this exercise are too small for her. The spiritual power that grows day by day is one-ten-thousandth or even less of what she can do when she runs the "Linglong Diagram".

Obviously, Shi Yongming's harvest from running the exercises and cultivating was very consistent with his realm.

Could it be that her physique can only be cultivated by the "Linglong Diagram", or that her physique has been distorted by the "Linglong Diagram" and cannot be recovered?

Xue Cheng could only run the Linglong Diagram again and start a day's cultivation.

At three o'clock in the morning, Xue Cheng finished his cultivation, and Shi Yongming was still in penance.

Xue Cheng inspected Shi Yongming's realm, dantian, and meridians, and he finally reached the point where he was able to use the spiritual energy of the spiritual spring to cultivate with the help of the prohibition of locust bark.

She used her spiritual power to record the method into the softened spiritual power, condensed it with her fingertips, pointed at Shi Yongming's eyebrows, and the method passed into his consciousness.

As soon as his consciousness moved, he began to automatically use this method to absorb the spiritual energy of the spiritual spring. The pure and rich aura flowed into his meridians, and the cultivation effect was twice as effective with half the effort.

Shi Yongming's cultivation gradually stabilized, and he became more and more proficient in the method of using locust bark as a medium to absorb the spiritual energy of the spiritual spring, and Xue Cheng left with confidence.

Just past the nursery, her footsteps slammed, and then the sound of a green sheep came into her ears. Xue Cheng shivered on the spot, in the middle of the night, how could Qingya girl come to sing as soon as she woke up? Fortunately, as an ordinary person, her singing voice was not too penetrating. Xue Cheng is a monk with a keen five senses, and he can hear it here, and ordinary people's words can't be heard here.

Her small courtyard is far away from where the farmers live, and it does not affect everyone's sleep.

Xue Cheng wrapped his coat tightly and gritted his teeth and walked back.

Sure enough, Yan Lanxi was eating ice cream in the small pavilion, and the sad Qingya killer was singing in a trembling sheep voice beside her.

Master ate happily, squinting his eyes happily and looking at the black wheat field. The cold night breeze blew across his handsome face, perhaps remembering the happy times when he was in his hometown.

Xue Cheng naturally couldn't disturb the master's rare enjoyment of time, she had learned that his body was always raging and hot, and in order to prolong enough life to return to his hometown, he was suffering from fire all the time.

In the soaking of the sheep's voice, Xue Cheng was able to resist so that she didn't tremble, she admired herself a little, and she didn't have to expect to sleep.