I couldn't go undercover, so I had to marry a demon saint

Chapter 28 Madam Bai, Hungry
Shen Bulang's expression froze slightly.

In order to let him have a clearer understanding of each vein, Mrs. Bai deliberately took out a stack of bamboo slips when speaking, held them in her hand, and opened them for him to read one by one.

Detailed information and pictures of each vein are recorded on it.

But after reading these, Mrs. Bai held up the bamboo slip in "Zhengyang Hall" as if nothing had happened, opened her clear eyes wide without blinking, and bowed slightly, as if she respected his subjective wishes very much.

You almost put the bamboo slips of Zhengyang Hall on my face, and asked me which vein I like?
Shen Bulang's breathing was slightly rapid, and through the gap between the bamboo forests, one could see the majestic mountains in the distance, shrouded in a white mist like a veil, as if breathing, undulating.

Accompanied by the mountains from far to near, a heavy sense of oppression hits the face.

[1. Let’s go to Zhengyang Hall (the promise of bearing the burden of breasts)]

[2. I'll think about it again (euphemistic resignation)]

Shen Bulang's face was solemn: "Then Zhengyang Hall."

[Madam Bai's favorability improvement: 62/100 (love)]

His nameless breathing method is actually an extremely yang method, and it is also suitable for the Zhengyang Hall lineage. Madam Bai must also be thinking about it.

As for the additional effects of aphrodisiac and beneficial essence
Which Zhengyang Hall disciple joined for this?
Compared with other meridians, Zhengyangtang's exercises can temper Qi and blood and increase longevity. They are all like me, in order to absorb the essence of the day and prolong life.

This is what the monk cares about most.

Isn’t the purpose of practicing cultivation just to achieve immortality?

Mrs. Bai smiled, closed the bamboo slips and handed them over: "Then tomorrow, you can go and resign the servants in the Sutra Pavilion, and practice in the medicine garden with peace of mind."

"But I just exposed the initial cultivation of the Linghai Realm, and stepped into the outer gate, which is too eye-catching. If the outer disciples of the three veins of Xuelianchi, Guiyinshan, and Mingtongmen, the cultivation base advances by leaps and bounds, It's the past.

After all, if they absorb and refine enough blood and soul, they will be able to break through the realm.But I'm just an ordinary handyman disciple, practicing the unified Huangtian Yuangong, and I can only rely on vigorously taking pills to break through.

Breaking through from the sixth level of Qi Condensation Realm to the ninth level can be explained as the elixir. After all, I am your medicine farmer, Mrs. Bai. It is not surprising that I got the elixir rewarded by you, but I broke through the spiritual sea level in a short period of time. "

You know, many handyman disciples have wasted decades, unable to gather the spiritual sea and set foot in the outer gate.

If he, Shen Bulang, is really a genius, how could he have only reached the fourth level of Qi Condensation after ten years of entry?
Although this is because Zhengdao blocked his natural energy and blood when he was sent undercover, resulting in a slow progress in cultivation, but others don't know.
The standard for accepting disciples of the Wild Demon Sect is that as long as they have nothing to do with the righteous way, they will teach you without distinction. After recruiting you, they will throw a unified magic skill at you and let you fend for yourself.

Those who can enter the outer sect will be formally regarded as disciples, and those who can't will just do odd jobs for the rest of their lives.

No genius will deliberately hide himself and seek guilt!
Madam Bai raised her delicate chin slightly, with a hint of arrogance on her face, mysteriously took out a token, held it in her hand and shook it.

"Contribution token?"

Shen Bulang was surprised.

This is a unique product of the Wild Demon Sect. Unlike Zhengdao, which counts contribution points in the identity tokens of each disciple, the Wild Demon Sect only recognizes contribution tokens and not people.

One contribution token represents 100 contribution points.

It is something that ordinary outer disciples have to perform several tasks to earn.

"How? With this, you can be redeemed from the Buddhist scripture pavilion!"

A trace of pride flashed in Mrs. Bai's eyes, and she stared at Shen Bulang with a hint of expectation, as if she wanted to be praised.

Shen Bulang hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice: "I was fined for one year of value-added last time. One contribution token seems not enough."

If you want to forcibly exempt from the task of handyman, you can only spend contribution points, which is mostly the privilege of the family's children. Even if an ordinary person has an elder brother in the outer sect, his elder brother may not be willing to spend such a contribution token.

After a year, you finally earned a contribution token, so you can use it to save your little bastard from a year of errands?
"Humph!"

Madam Bai frowned slightly, as if she was quite dissatisfied with Shen Bulang's attitude, she directly took out a sachet from the storage bag, and then fell down with a crash in front of Shen Bulang.

Dozens of contribution tokens were scattered on the bed.

Bright and dazzling.

"Is it enough?"

Madam Bai's expression was cold, as if she wanted to take out a second sachet, Shen Bulang stopped him in fright: "Madam Bai, enough is enough, don't reveal your wealth."

These dozens of contribution tokens are enough to buy him for decades!
Madam Bai's action of shaking the sachet made the clothes on her chest tremble. Shen Bulang swallowed and just wanted to say, rich woman, are you hungry?
He doesn't want to work hard anymore!

"Take it."

Mrs. Bai pushed over a mountain of contribution tokens that were glittering with silver light, and then, as if she didn't bother to look at them again, she held a hand stove and began to warm her hands intently, as if it was just a pile of scrap copper and iron, with general interest.

But Shen Bulang regards it as a treasure. This is his kidney for sale. Ah, it’s not right not to sell his body. The ransom from the Buddhist scriptures pavilion is exempted from service fees!
"What's so funny about that?"

Shen Bulang smiled shyly, but moved his hands slowly, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch it from him. In the blink of an eye, all the tokens disappeared, and he sighed.

"Mrs. Bai, you are making it difficult for me to handle this."

"Ok?"

Madam Bai blinked her eyes in doubt, what does this mean?
You said you were embarrassed, why are you so rude with your hands?

Are you saying it's difficult?

"Well, there is no way to repay you if you don't waste money, I'm afraid you can only promise with your body."

Shen Bulang smiled and gently rubbed Mrs. Bai's jade feet, a tingling sensation surged from the soles of the feet to the tip of her heart, making Mrs. Bai involuntarily stretch her arches, shrank her feet, and her body trembled.

Cheeks are flushed.

"Who wants you to make a promise with your body?"

Mrs. Bai thought that Shen Bulang was going to decline because of face, but unexpectedly she said the shameful words of "promise with her body", she couldn't help but chuckle, but soon she put on a serious face and kicked The little feet muttered.

At this time, Shen Bulang looked at the moonlight outside the window: "Madam Bai, it's almost time today, I should go back to practice."

"Huh? So fast"

Mrs. Bai couldn't help but exclaimed, and then she felt guilty for the exposure of her small thoughts, and defended without confidence: "I mean, I have just warmed up."

"Anyway, there is still tomorrow. I practice diligently, not to improve my strength, so I can better protect Mrs. Bai?"

Shen Bulang took Mrs. Bai's jade feet and put them back on the bed, covered her with the quilt, pressed down the corners of the quilt, and smiled.

Touching the gentle look in Shen Bulang's eyes, Mrs. Bai lowered her eyelids slightly, put down the stove, covered herself with the quilt, and whispered: "Well, come early tomorrow."

"it is good."

Shen Bulang also agreed warmly.

(End of this chapter)