When Ji Danhuang woke up the next day, it was already past nine o'clock in the morning. After confirming the time no less than ten times over and over again, and after making sure that he was not mistaken, Ji Danhuang let out an earth-shattering wail.

It's over, it's over, and if you get up late, you'll definitely be beaten by the iron ruler of the Wei Chi Charter. However, why didn't Ren Bikong and Wei Chi Xianzhang wake up when they got up late? Could it be that they have also overslept?

Forget it, get up and talk about it. If they get up late, you can lie and say that you see them sleeping soundly, and you are embarrassed to wake them up.

Hey, it doesn't seem to work. Both of them are very **, they can read minds, and lying in front of them is simply looking for death! Forget it, hurry up and take the initiative to turn yourself in, so that you can be beaten twice.

Now, he is really scared by the iron ruler of the Wei Chi Charter. That thing hits people, it's really a pain!

After washing up as quickly as possible, Ji Danhuang put his ear on the door of Ren Bikong and Wei Chi's charter room, wanting to probe the movement first, but after listening to it for a long time, he didn't even hear the slightest sound, not even the most basic breathing sound. Ji Danhuang couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and tiptoed open the door, only to find that these two people were not in the room, and they didn't know what to do.

Ji Danhuang's first reaction was to go to the mountain of cultivation to look for it, maybe these two people went over first and made some preparations. Thinking that Ren Bikong and Wei Chi Xianzhang had quietly ambushed him in order to test his cultivation results, Ji Danhuang was extremely careful this time, lest he be attacked by those two guys. You know, they're really heavy-handed!

After looking around the hill with the courage, Ji Danhuang didn't find any trace of those two people, and there was no one in the cabin. Ji Danhuang felt that things were a little strange, except for the mountain of cultivation, he really couldn't think of where those two people would go, and after looking around and finding nothing, he simply went back first to see if those two people would have gone home.

When he got home, Ji Danhuang found the note that Ren Bikong had left for him, only saying that they had urgent matters and needed to leave for a while, so that he could remember to drink immortal dew every day and practice hard, and when they came back, they would have an exam or something like that. Ji Danhuang felt that his master always had to leave some money for himself before leaving, but after searching all over the room, he didn't find anything else except a few coins.

Master, did you leave me like that? You didn't even leave me a little living expenses!

Ji Danhuang Yu cried without tears, and really regretted why he didn't talk to Ren Bikong last night about the lack of money. It's good now, people left a note and ran away.

Would you like to ask your mother for support?

Ji Danhuang thought about it and felt that it was better not to do this. At the beginning of the month, my mother just called 1,000 yuan, and now I call again and say that I have no money, I will definitely be scolded. And when his mother heard that he must have been admitted to college, he was desperately trying to earn his tuition and living expenses, so how could he be embarrassed to ask his mother for support again!

Originally, my mother didn't like him to play cosplay, so if I knew that he was asking for money to make props to go to the comic exhibition, it would be strange if he didn't scold him to death.

Do you want to ask my sister?

Ji Danhuang pinched the phone, and didn't dare to press the dial button. Speaking of the elder sister Ji Danqing, she definitely has nothing to say to herself, if she is short of money, she will definitely call herself. However, a few days ago, my mother seemed to have said on the phone that my sister had just been deceived by a scumbag recently, and the more than 10,000 yuan that she had saved and valuable things such as computers and mobile phones were all swept away by the scumbag. Now, in addition to her clothes and books, the old lady seems to have only a pink Grandpa Mao left on her body.

The old lady is so miserable, how can he still borrow money from the old sister?

The mother and sister couldn't speak, and Ji Danhuang couldn't think of who else to borrow money from, so he pinched the note left by Ren Bikong and wanted to hit the wall.

Master! You are really my own master! If you leave a note and slip away, I don't care if you don't leave money for your apprentice, so you can leave me a mobile phone number and other contact information so that I can find you! In case your apprentice and I accidentally break our leg and get seriously injured while practicing in the mountains these days, we don't even have anyone to turn to for help! Is it difficult to let the roe deer running all over the mountain carry your apprentice and me to the hospital?

After being sad for a while, Ji Danhuang looked up to the sky and sighed, turned around and walked into the kitchen. Trouble is trouble, food still has to be eaten, and skills still have to be practiced. It's just that Xia Roaming doesn't have a weapon to take in the field, in case the master and the eighth uncle find out that they are passive and slacking off, they can't bear to beat themselves up.

Alas, people are cheap, no one spurs them and there is really no motivation to move forward, so they have to be beaten hard to know that they are obedient.

Feeling out two eggs and about to fry rice, Ji Danhuang suddenly remembered something, rushed into the bedroom in a hurry, picked up the Qiankun bag and got in. There are so many things in the Qiankun bag, maybe there is money hidden somewhere!

Ji Danhuang stared at a pair of eyes and rummaged around, like a hungry wolf, green light appeared in his eyes, and there was only one thought in his heart: money, whether there is money or not!

As a result, Ji Danhuang rummaged through many items in the Qiankun bag, but did not find a penny. There are a lot of valuable things, but he doesn't dare to sell them! If a gold ring that he sold for a thousand yuan is actually a magic weapon worth millions and tens of millions, wouldn't it be a big loss!

So, Ji Danhuang, who had found nothing, had no choice but to go back to the kitchen and continue to cook his egg fried rice, thinking about how to save money in his mind.

Well, I have a Qiankun bag, and I have plenty of food at home. When it's time for the Comic Con, you can cook at home and bring it over to eat, so you can save money. Moreover, it seems that he can also make some rice balls and other things to sell at comic conventions.

Ji Danhuang thought about it carefully and denied the idea of selling rice balls. Although my current cooking skills are not bad, I need to rent a booth to sell things at the Comic Con, so where do I get the money to rent a booth!

Ji Danhuang thought of some other methods, but in the end, he rejected them one by one because they were not reliable or needed to invest in advance. Until he finished breakfast and washed the bowls, he couldn't come up with any better way.

Coming to the training ground listlessly, Ji Danhuang casually practiced swordsmanship twice, only to feel more and more annoyed in his heart. The feeling of not having money, it's so bad!

Looking up at the cloudless blue sky, Ji Danhuang pointed at the sky with the Mo Ye double sword, and sang loudly and angrily: "I really want to borrow another five hundred yuan-"

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