Master, please don’t bring Feng Aotian back again!

Lin Li frowned and was about to ask if he wanted more, but the boss immediately put the money in his own pocket.

"Enough, enough, Master Dao, I can still send these to you."

"It's no trouble, no trouble. Just pull a cloth bag for me to put it in."

"Oh, and find me a carriage, please?"

As he spoke, Lin Li even put a few more pieces of silver into the boss's hand.

Feeling the weight in his palm, the boss's face was full of smiles.

"Of course, please wait a moment, I will find it for you."

You can’t even begin to imagine how happy the street bosses would be to see someone like this who doesn’t bargain at all.

Finding a carriage or something is of course no problem.

Soon.

Lin Li reaped a huge reward.

Eternal Heaven is just around the corner.

There was no way that my fellow junior brothers and sisters could learn to fly over with swords like my master and I did.

Since we are going to take a horse carriage, we must prepare some dry food and other things.

"You're quite rich, boy."

Chu Jiangli, who always liked to chew something or hold something in his hands wherever he went, "accidentally met" the young man.

"That was a generous donation from His Highness."

As he spoke, Lin Li threw the brocade bag in his hand to Aunt Chu.

The soft touch in the hand is truly a royal luxury, and it is not something that can be easily replicated by any mortal object.

Moreover, when Chu Jiangli took a closer look, he found that there was a golden thread in the brocade bag that was faintly flashing with a lively divine light.

"Aunt Chu, did you see it too?"

Noticing the flash of surprise in the woman's eyes, Lin Li laughed along with her.

"You're really willing to give it to me."

As he spoke, Chu Jiangli raised his hand and sketched out some divine light, which had just landed on the brocade bag when it was consumed by the golden thread that suddenly burst into light.

The consumed spiritual energy will be stored in the golden thread and will naturally bloom when in danger to offset possible damage.

The products of immortals are very expensive.

"It seems that our prince thinks highly of you."

Lin Li took the brocade bag that fell from the sky and put it on his belt, then he heard Chu Jiangli say softly.

He even gave out the magic weapon to save his life.

It seems that the little guy Shangguan Jin has finally made up his mind.

"The Spiritual Storage Rope is actually only that useful to me."

These creatures are no match for the young man's own protective energy.

"This is a token of his love. His Highness gave you everything he used to protect himself. This means he is putting his life in your hands. Don't you understand this?"

Chu Jiangli knocked on Lin Li's wooden head, wondering if there was some water in it.

"I know, but the spirit rope is redundant for me, so she might as well keep it for herself."

"As a royal family, if you want something more valuable, they will definitely give you something more valuable as a token of appreciation."

Lin Li did not respond, but he felt in his heart that the royal style was a little too concerned with face.

"What are you going to do, Changshengtian?"

The affairs of the court and the government were not Lin Li's forte, so Chu Jiangli did not linger on them for long, and turned around and went to the martial arts world.

By the way, he took a few sweet potato strips from Lin Li's bag to eat, and was arrested on the spot by the teenager.

The white and tender back of his hand suddenly turned red, but Chu Jiangli still managed to bite the delicious sweet potato.

"I didn't even participate in the competition, so I just went along to join in the fun."

"You really won't participate?"

Chu Jiangli bit the sweet potato strips into two pieces with a crunch and asked in a whisper.

She felt that there was absolutely no need for Lin Li to withdraw from the competition.

With Luo Yeqing's reputation as a person in the Tribulation Period.

If we put a little pressure on the immortal sect, they will probably be willing to give one more spot.

"Rules are rules, it's fair."

"Hey, Taoist priest, I found the carriage for you. I'll help you move your things up there."

"Thank you, boss. You don't need to give me the change. Just keep it for yourself."

"Okay! Master Dao, I'll install it for you right away!"

Look at Lin Li’s generosity.

Chu Jiangli shook his head, as if he understood what the boy meant, but he felt it was not worth it.

She also stole an extra cucumber from the sack.

"Hey, Aunt Chu, if you do that again I will report it to Master."

Lin Li regretted placing the sack so close to Aunt Chu.

This guy just can't stop eating!

"What's wrong with eating something? Didn't you pester me to buy you food every day when you were a kid? Just consider it as paying off your debt~"

Just take it and run.

But Lin Li couldn't catch up with her.

He could only watch helplessly as Chu Jiangli made a sharp turn in front of him with the sweet potato strips and cucumber.

Wait, a sharp turn?

Lin Li was stunned for just a second.

Chu Jiangli flashed past him.

"No, Aunt Chu, put the sack down!"

"Oh, I'm hungry. Give me this bag. I'll give you the money later!"

……

Ever since the sect competition ended.

Luo Yeqing hasn't come to see Lin Li for a while.

During this period.

Pu Xuan and Shen He came to see me several times.

Everyone has the same idea, either give up participating in Changshengtian and give the opportunity to the eldest brother.

They were all rejected by Luo Yeqing.

“This is the opportunity you fought for.”

On top of the high pavilion.

Luo Yeqing glanced at the cheat sheet in his hand, and said to Pu Xuan and Shen He with some pause:

"You shouldn't give up because of anyone, even if that person is your senior brother."

"But……"

Pu Xuan wanted to say something.

But the master had already waved his sleeves, turned around and left.

Came to the door of Lin Li’s nest again.

Luo Yeqing picked up the cheat sheet in his hand and should have destroyed it, but he felt that the handwriting was well-written and finally put it into his sleeve.

open the door.

She was just about to say something.

As a result, I saw four big words spread out in the living room.

"Have you written anything again?"

It took so long to bring Lin Li back.

In fact, Luo Yeqing still doesn’t quite understand how this guy’s skills work.

Including Lin Li who can paint.

She also discovered it accidentally.

The little guy grew up slowly, and seemed to have done a lot of things behind her back that she didn't know about.

But, surprises like this.

Luo Yeqing likes it very much.

So she leaned over and studied the calligraphy and painting on the sloppy rice paper with some appreciation.

"Fuck him..."

Luo Yeqing's eyes turned cold in an instant.

I heard noises at the door.

Lin Li, who was still preparing for the trip, hurried over. Seeing his master's face turning visibly gloomy, he immediately understood.

"Ah, Master, that's not the case. What about that thing? It's Chunchi Yanyun, Chunchi Yanyun."

This goes against one's conscience.

Luo Yeqing didn't believe it at all.

So she turned around and left without stopping.

05. Master-disciple dialogue, my master is the best in the world

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Luo Yeqing speaking vulgar words.

The frustration in my heart is about to overflow.

I thought it was something nice.

This little guy is really itchy.

It's been too long since I last beat him, right?

Standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the lavender field burned to ashes by the flames.

The anger in Luo Yeqing's chest rose several levels.

"Master, please listen to my explanation."

Just right.

Lin Li trotted all the way to the flat ground where there were only two people.

Zi Yi suddenly looked back.

A quick glance allowed Lin Li to see the flower field that had become ruins.

Luo Yeqing stared at Lin Li without saying anything, just his sleeves fluttering gently.

The boy scratched his head awkwardly and pursed his lips and said:

"The situation was a bit special at that time. I had no choice. Give me some time and I will plant a new one for Master."

“There are no roots left.”