After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 151 Disciple of Xuanyang Villa
When Yan Wenshu brought Ning Qingyuan back to the two of them, he vaguely noticed something. He glanced at Xiao Zhihan who seemed to have swept away the haze of the previous few days, and then looked at the past calmly and casually. The monk's cloud is not string.

After thinking about it, he just said: "I have chosen it, the taste of the sixth junior brother is quite unique."

Ning Qingyuan disagreed a little, and showed the object in his hand to the other two: "It's not quite common, do you think so?"

It was a small silver spoon, something only the rich and the rich could afford in the world.

But using this to fly in the realm of comprehension... is much more eye-catching than willow leaves.

But there's an upside too—it does fly a bit faster.

Yun Weixian didn't make any comments, but nodded and said, "Go back and practice hard before putting on again, so as not to stumble."

"Okay, thank you, Seventh Junior Sister, for reminding me." Ning Qingyuan put away the silver spoon contentedly, thinking that it was a wise thing for him to say his birthday in advance. In the past, when the master accidentally remembered it, he would bring him back a birthday present. .

Yan Wenshu was thinking that it was almost time to replace Qiuci Qiuge and Hou Jun with flying magic weapons, which could be regarded as preparations for the Golden Core Realm in advance.

As for Xiao Zhihan, the magic weapon on his body was prepared for him by the palace, so there is no need to replace it for the time being.

Seeing that they each had their own ideas, Yun Weixian didn't say anything, but just walked ahead: "Go shopping elsewhere."

Xiao Zhihan had already hidden the bracelet well in his sleeve, and he immediately followed up: "Seventh Junior Sister, be careful."

Seeing him carefully separating the others for Yun Weixian, and returning to the previous feeling of blatantly following her instead of silently standing aside, Yan Wenshu thought of something, and a helpless smile flashed in his eyes Then he pulled Ning Qingyuan, who was still looking silly, to follow.

In the city, there are not only more stalls and shops, but also a group of performers pouring in from nowhere. It is quite exciting to see that there are both mortals and half-immortals performing some acrobatics and tricks together. .

Because the surroundings were already full of onlookers, when the four of them strolled over, they simply found a tavern and climbed to a high place to watch from a distance.

Many people thought the same as them, and monks had better eyesight than ordinary people, so they basically chose to watch from a distance. After a while, the second floor of the tavern was full of customers.

Just when the trick of swallowing fire and spitting rain was being performed on the stage below, and there was a burst of applause, a few people suddenly came on the second floor, releasing their breath unscrupulously, suppressing the monks whose realm was lower than them.

Yan Wenshu's heart tightened slightly, while Ning Qingyuan passively propped his head on the table, feeling as if he was being pressed by something heavy. It didn't look too uncomfortable, and he should be able to hold on.

Seeing that Xiao Zhihan's expression darkened a little, but he didn't move, Yan Wenshu couldn't help being startled, and then turned to look at the three people.

After seeing the clothes they were wearing, they couldn't help but secretly sighed "Oops".

The person who came was none other than the disciple of Xuanyang Villa who just mentioned that he was going to walk around.

Two of them are in a higher state than him, probably in the late stage of Jindan or perfect, and the other should be Gangjindan, and the expression of pride is beyond words.

"This floor is covered by our Xuanyang Villa today. If you are sensible, you should leave quickly, or—"

Xuanyang Villa is notorious, and some monks who knew them got up and slipped away without saying a word.

Those who didn't know them originally planned to argue with reason, but they were dragged away by their fearful companions.

After a while, there were only four people left in Ruoshui Pavilion on the second floor.

Yan Wenshu looked at Yun Weixian, and saw that she was still holding the teacup and looking down at the stage, as if she hadn't heard anything.

(End of this chapter)