After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 12 On the Road

I didn't count how many batches of people came to the door. Anyway, no matter how well-spoken they were, Song Jingmo refused to shut the door three times, "I won't go", "I don't care", and "I don't listen".

When Song Jingmo heard the door knocking again, he had a premonition that his wishes would come true, so he went out slowly and opened the door.

The Xianmen disciples were the leader, surrounded by a group of lobbyists behind them.

Things dragged on for a few days, and this guy finally couldn't sit still.

After several rounds of negotiations, Song Jingmo still insisted on his own ideas and did not want to get involved in the matter of chance.

Song Jingmo used a stick to poke the white-eyed wolf woman who said that if she didn't go, it was because she didn't remember Mr. Song's kindness in raising her, she fell to the ground. When she was about to say something to fight back, she felt her body stiffen a little.

Looking up, he happened to meet the eyes of Lingxiu in white who didn't speak much.

Subconsciously urging his spiritual power to protect himself, Song Jingmo took a step back.

"Are you a spiritual practitioner?"

The Beast Orb can perfectly hide the cultivation, Song Jingmo has always controlled his spiritual power fluctuations at the level of the spirit, and when he heard the question from the disciple of the immortal sect, he replied with an uneasy face: "Is there something wrong, it's okay to leave. "

The Xianmen disciple originally wanted to find cannon fodder with talent for spiritual cultivation to scout the way for him, but now he can pick up another spiritual cultivation who has entered the sect for nothing, so he will not let it go easily.

Guessing that few people in Songjiazhuang had seen Lingshi, the disciple of Xianmen took out a handful of Lingshi from the storage bag, showing a self-confident smile.

"This time I led the team to find opportunities, and the team is full of young people from the village."

"As long as you go, these are yours."

Song Jingmo took out a spirit stone from his sleeve, and looked at the disciple of Xianmen with a flat gaze.

"The spirit beads made of broken spirit stones can also be regarded as the reward for hiring someone?"

"If this is your sincerity, here, this spirit stone is for you, please don't ask anyone to come to disturb my cleansing."

The crowd next to him had already exploded.

It is not a secret in Songjiazhuang that the girl from Song's family has no talent for spiritual cultivation, but a person without talent for spiritual cultivation actually became a spiritual practitioner, there must be something happening here that they don't know about.

At least one Lingzhu costs three taels of silver, but this handful of Lingzhu can be worth at least five or sixty taels.

But the girl from the Song family didn't even bother to say anything, and even took out a spirit stone!
"Song Laozang must have left all the good things to this girl."

"I said why don't you let us in the house? It turned out that the idea was to take it all by yourself."

"Elder Song is also a member of the clan, how can he leave his things to an outsider?"

His eager eyes fell on Song Jingmo. Song Jingmo frowned, aroused a small ray of spiritual power, rolled up the dust and gravel beside the road, and sent them to the crowd with the wind.

For a while, those who were blinded by the sand and whose mouths were covered with dust were not in the mood to gossip.

"Who don't I give my grandfather's things? Could it be that all your family's things are distributed to the people in the village? This is my family, and you are the outsiders."

Song Jingmo was almost laughed out of anger.

The immortal disciples noticed her movements, but did not stop them.

He also felt that these people were noisy, but it was difficult to make a move.

Secretly distributing a ray of spiritual power to fish in troubled waters strengthened the wind, the disciple of Xianmen relaxed, and his words became more sincere.

"You don't want the chance to become a fairy?"

"If the opportunity to become an immortal is really easy to find, why would it stay until this time and wait for me to find it?"

"Even if there is a chance, if only one person can get it, will the immortal give it up to me?"

"This trip may be very dangerous. If I don't go back, won't I get nothing?" Song Jingmo's attitude is very clear. It's not that I can't go, the premise is that you have to give enough benefits to impress me.

"What if I say that if this trip goes well, I will take you back to my sect and give you a place to participate in the entrance examination?" The disciple of Xianmen felt that he had given an excellent condition.

The reactions of the people around him also told him that this condition is very attractive.

Song Jingmo still shook his head, holding the door with his hand, ready to close it at any time.

"Then tell me what you want." He didn't have any good things about him, and his idea was to trick people over there before talking.

Unexpectedly, what Song Jingmo proposed happened to be in him.

"I don't want anything else, ten middle-grade spirit stones, you give them first, and then I will join your team looking for opportunities."

He may not have other things, but he still has some spiritual stones for cultivation.

When he was in the sect, he could get two middle-grade spirit stones every month. He used some for his daily practice and two for the rental storage bag. Now there are only a little over twenty left.

As soon as Song Jingmo asked for ten coins, the disciple of Xianmen almost thought that he heard it wrong.

With one more spiritual practice, he might have one more life.

Is my life worth ten middle-grade spirit stones?

If I can get a chance from that place, is my bright future worth ten middle-grade spirit stones?

The Xianmen disciple had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and finally the two parties happily reached the deal.

Song Jingmo got ten middle-grade spirit stones, and the Xianmen disciple couldn't help but look back when he left.

He himself was reluctant to use those spirit stones, but now it's a good thing, and they are given to a little girl.

After returning, the disciples of Xianmen encountered another wave of small troubles.

The people who were respectful to him before all changed their appearance, and they still talked to him in that respectful tone, but this time they were looking for benefits from him.

That girl Song Jingmo has benefited, what's wrong with them asking for some benefits?
I posted it eagerly before, but now I am confident in wanting benefits, but it happened that I caught the disciples of the Xianmen who wanted face, and the last person added 100 taels of silver as a reward.

After the personnel were determined, each family began to spend money to buy horses, buy horses, and rent horses.

This is a major matter related to the opportunity to become a fairy. If one's own children can't walk halfway or the horse is exhausted and delays the search for opportunities, then the loss outweighs the gain.

Each family used their own abacus to get the horses back.

When everyone else packed their bags and the team was ready to leave, Song Jingmo took the little donkey he had bought from shopkeeper Yao and slowly fell behind the team.

The day before yesterday, it was a real knock on the disciple of the fairy gate. The spirit energy contained in the middle-grade spirit stone is far more than that of the low-grade spirit stone, and there are fewer impurities in it. She has spirit stones to provide spirit energy, so she can practice with twice the result with half the effort.She is in a very happy mood now when people are happy and refreshed.

"Didn't I give you the spirit stone? How did you buy the donkey?" The fairy disciple's horse was the best horse in the team, and it looked much more handsome than the other horses.

"The horses are sold out, only this donkey can barely carry people." Song Jingmo pretended to be innocent.

This person has a lot of schemes, but his brain is not very good. As long as she doesn't deliberately provoke him, she can manage to live in peace.

She is also good at calculating.

The spirit stone is in hand anyway.

When she was tired from walking, she walked slowly on a little donkey. Anyway, she was not the one who was in a hurry to go to the forbidden place.

She's not in a hurry to die, so what does it matter to her if the others are in a hurry?

The disciple of Xianmen originally estimated that he would be able to arrive in ten days. The air around the forbidden land is forbidden, and the concentration of aura in the wasteland is too low. No matter how poor people are, they all have a variegated horse as a mount, and only Song Jingmo rides his little donkey. When the little donkey is tired, Song Jingmo comes down and leads it, for fear that the little donkey will be exhausted.

The disciple of Xianmen didn't know how many times he regretted it, but he walked halfway, and the spirit stone was probably gone, so he could only continue walking.

Looking at the other people who wished that the horses they had not bred could travel thousands of miles a day like ordinary good horses and kept waving their whips, Song Jingmo followed slowly at the end of the team.

No matter how good a horse is, it is still a normal horse. It will not have wings on its back, and its speed will be greatly reduced in the wild without roads.

She can keep up with such a slow speed, and the problem will not be on her.

The disciples of the Immortal Gate contained Bigu Pills in their storage bags. In order not to delay the journey, he gave each of them a bottle of Bigu Pills.

It does save a little time not to stop to solve the problem of eating, but it is not easy to travel at night, and people need to rest.

At this time, Song Jingmo lit a fire, roasted hot dry food, boiled some hot water to cook soup, and ate dried meat and gnawed dry food with the hot soup. Although the food was simple, Song Jingmo ate deliciously.

Eating Bigu Pill does not mean that you will lose your appetite, the scent next to it is really attractive.

The Xianmen disciple watched and watched, and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Song Jingmo has also figured out the temperament of this seemingly arrogant disciple of the immortal sect in the past few days, and handed it out with the jerky in one hand. The hand holding the jerky retracted again.

"A low-grade spirit stone and a tael of dried meat."

The Xianmen disciple's smile froze on his face, he took out the spirit stone from the storage bag and bought the jerky.

"Thank you for your patronage." Song Jingmo smiled all over his face, and put away the newly-acquired Lingshi.

The Immortal Sect disciple took the jerky back to his horse and sat down next to his horse. He took a bite of the jerky resentfully, but the first bite didn't move, and the second bite almost bit his tongue because he was too hard.The jerky tastes really good, and I will buy some more next time.The Xianmen disciple chewed the jerky hard, thinking to himself.

At night, there were stars all over the sky, and Song Jingmo practiced quietly beside the fire.

Tonight is the disciple of Xianmen and Song Jingmo keeping watch. The others have long since fallen asleep, snoring one after another.

The Xianmen disciple glanced in the direction where she was, and with a "tsk", he also entered the cultivation state.

In the state of cultivation, it is easier to perceive the movement around you. If you are asleep, you will easily be killed by hidden dangers.

There is little aura in the wasteland, but it is better than nothing.

It’s hard to say whether luck was good or bad on this journey. The first half of the journey went well according to the expected route. We didn’t encounter any monster attacks, and we didn’t take the wrong route. After several days of wind and sun, Song Jincai, the richest person in the team, lost weight. few.

Song Jingmo, who was originally the thinnest inside, grew some flesh, and his eyes were shining all day long.

The weather in the second half of the trip was changeable, and today is a rare sunny day. After tossing for so long, few people can still hold their spirits.

Immortal sect disciples have the highest cultivation base, usually they can't see anything, and the pressure on their bodies is actually not small.

What he was trying to do was to use these mediocre talents to find the way for him, and he also wanted to bring them back. If he really found the opportunity and these people also gained something, then maybe he could make a note of himself by bringing them back to the sect credit.

(End of this chapter)