The female supporting role is an ordinary life of cultivating immortals

Chapter 22 Family Competition 12
"Old man, wake up"

The old man opened his eyes in a daze and saw the little girl in front of him from last night. He suddenly woke up, rubbed his eyes in disbelief and opened his eyes again to look at Jing Xi.

"Little girl, I'm scared."

After the old man said this, he stood up and was about to kneel down to Jing Xi. Jing Xi quickly helped him up.

"Old man, what are you doing? I'm here to pay. I used your candy last night and I haven't paid you yet."

The old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When he saw Jing Xi disappearing instantly last night, he knew that this little girl was an immortal cultivator, and her cultivation level was not low.

You must know that immortal cultivators are very proud. Thinking of having a cultivator squat in front of his stall to draw sugar paintings last night, he broke into a cold sweat.

"No, no, you didn't take it anyway. How can I charge you money?" The old man looked at Jing Xi and said nervously.

"Okay, then I'll buy another sugar painting. How much does it cost?" Jing Xi looked at the old man and said helplessly.
"Three, ah no, one penny each."

"Okay, then you draw one for me." Jing Xi nodded and looked at the old man with gentle eyes as much as possible to prevent him from being too afraid of her.

"By the way, little girl, if you dare me, can you draw the character you drew last night?" After the old man said this, he looked at Jing Xi secretly, fearing that she would be angry.

Jing Xi smiled and nodded.

Seeing that the little girl didn't look angry, the old man picked up the sugar pot and started to draw. He replayed the drawing of the character many times in his mind last night. Although he was a little nervous when he started to use his hands today, it was still smooth and very fast. Just painted one.

"Little girl, the painting is done."

Jing Xi's eyes lit up when she looked at the candy man, and she nodded secretly. She had just seen her draw it once, and she was able to learn it, and she was pretty good at it.This old man is indeed an expert in sugar painting.

"Thank you. There's money in this bag. I'm leaving first!" After Jing Xi said that, he took the candy man and left, heading to other streets.

The old man opened the bag and saw three broken pieces of silver lying in the bag. He burst into tears. He had been drawing candy figures all his life and had met several immortal cultivators. No one had ever treated him like this little girl. He sold this piece of silver. You may not be able to earn it in a year.

To Jing Xi, the money was actually not as much as the cost of a meal, but the old man still setting up a stall at such an old age reminded her of her grandma, so she gave her more.

Jing Xi looked at the bustling streets and wandered around boredly. Unknowingly, he came to the residential area. There was nothing to see in the residential area.

Jing Xi was about to turn around and leave when she suddenly heard the voices of some people talking. In those words, she vaguely heard the words Jing Family Jing Yitian, and she suddenly stopped curiously and scanned them with her consciousness.

I saw two boys exchanging storage bags. Neither of them were immortal cultivators, so naturally they couldn't use the storage bags, so someone else must have given them to them.

They exchanged storage bags and talked in low voices.
One of the people with a Chinese character said with an angry look on his face
"The Jing family will definitely be doomed this time. You don't know how bad the young masters of the Jing family are. They don't treat us as human beings at all. And that eldest lady, she doesn't take anyone seriously."

Another fat man with a round face nodded and agreed.

"That's right, an outsider dares to be so arrogant. He deserves to make the Xia family angry."

Seeing that the effect was achieved, the Chinese-character face nodded.

"Okay, let's go back and do the work!"

"it is good."

After the two of them finished speaking, they walked out pretending that nothing happened.

(End of this chapter)