All sects work

Chapter 76: Three generations of poor teachers

One morning, Zhuang Qiqi vomited until his bile came out, and then he got slightly better.

She was brought to the small courtyard by Shi Xuanying, who drank spiritual tea to suppress the turbulence in her stomach, and then talked about what happened last night with a confused look on her face.

First, a beautiful young man appeared in the illusion. As the two of them were doing this and that, the young man turned into a monster. She suddenly woke up, shattered the illusion and was pushed out of the phantom stone.

However, this level is definitely not enough to make Zhuang Qiqi vomit.

It would have been better if she just gave up and gave up, but she didn't believe in evil. She came out again and again, and went in again and again. Each time the illusion was different, and the disgusting things that turned into different things in the end were different.

She was thinking about the man who twisted his waist at the beginning, but the hard work paid off. When she entered the illusion for the eightieth time, the man finally appeared.

The thunder from the sky stirs up the fire on the earth, which is called fiery.

As a result, while she was intoxicated, she suddenly found that she had turned into a rotting corpse, and she was holding a bunch of squirming maggots in her arms.

The human-shaped maggot also made a sexy manly voice and said in her ear: "Girl, I like your rotten look very much, it's very beautiful."

Zhuang Qiqi immediately rolled his eyes, and was forced out of the phantom stone because of the violent vibrations in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Ugh—" Zhuang Qiqi quickly took a sip of tea.

After hearing this, Dongfang Zhentian said in horror: "You entered the Phantom Stone eight times in one night! You have had enough of life or death!"

Frequently entering and exiting the Phantom Stone will consume a lot of mental energy. If the cultivation level is too low and the consciousness is not strong enough, it will easily cause damage to the sea of ​​consciousness.

"I know, but I'm just a little over the top..." Zhuang Qiqi said shyly.

She explained her mentality to the two of them: She was quite interested in the first few times, but every time those men turned into all kinds of disgusting things, she subconsciously began to resist, and she did not have any happiness or enjoyment after that. However, every time she had the mentality of "the last time, maybe it will be that gigolo"...

As the number of entries gradually increased, her condition became worse and worse, and she felt that she might not be able to hold on any longer, but at this time it was even harder for her to give up.

She felt that she had endured it so many times. If she just gave up, wouldn't all her previous efforts be wasted?
"How attractive is a shirtless man?" Dongfang Zhentian couldn't figure it out at all.

"Ugh—" Zhuang Qiqi waved his hands weakly and said weakly, "Don't mention it, don't mention it."

Dongfang Zhentian hummed: "If you make it rough, I'll make you grow longer and squeeze your sex."

Zhuang Qiqi once again refreshed the lower limit of "determination difference". After Shi Xuanying heard this, she called Jiang Chuixing and Yan Chu and said solemnly: "We are watching her and we must not let her gamble."

Otherwise, it will be another hole. Their team already has too many holes to fill.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in gambling." Zhuang Qiqi said.

Shi Xuanying asked her back: "Then were you still interested in handsome men until midnight last night?"

Zhuang Qiqi stopped talking after hearing this. She really didn't have much interest in it afterwards, but she was just unwilling to do so.

She sat next to Shi Xuanying. The scars in the sea of ​​consciousness were slowly repaired by the soul fire in the hand furnace. With sufficient spiritual energy, she quickly regained her energy.

Seeing that she was fine, Shi Xuanying divided half of the spiritual stones from selling the spiritual marrow liquid to her as expenses for the team.

When Zhuang Qiqi saw this large amount of spiritual stones, even the last bit of fatigue was wiped away.

Shi Xuanying said: "Since you have money, why not buy some phantom stones that are suitable for training..."

"No need!" Zhuang Qiqi flatly refused, "Aren't you going to be a telepathic teacher? It will definitely require a lot of practice at the beginning, and the things you make may not be suitable for auction in underground auction houses. It is just for our own use."

Shi Xuanying said: "Then buy a few pieces of middle grade first..."

"Buy low-quality products!" Zhuang Qiqi said decisively. Yan Chu hesitated and said: "There is no shortage of spiritual stones, so there is no need to save so much, right?"

Jiang Chuixing was also dissatisfied and said: "How can my uncle use low-grade products?"

Although Dongfang Zhentian did not speak, his expression clearly agreed.

Zhuang Qiqi looked at the prodigal sons and felt that the task was arduous: "Have you heard a word?"

"Sa Zi?" Dongfang Zhentian was curious.

“I’ll spend half my life practicing alchemy, and I’ll spend three generations studying my master!”

Shi Xuanying's heart skipped a beat, as if she heard the sound of spiritual stones flowing away.

Jiang Chuixing was puzzled: "Can a spiritual master make phantoms and sell them for money? How can he be poor for three generations?"

"Alchemy cultivators and mind masters do make money. A pill or a phantom can be sold for a sky-high price, but they are rare. Any top monk makes money!" Zhuang Qiqi looked at four pairs of "clear" eyes and said, I have to break it down and say, "You don't even look at how many resources low-level mind masters and alchemy masters have to throw into it."

"Cultivation of alchemy is extremely expensive. When your cultivation level is low, you may waste ten furnaces after refining ten furnaces. However, until you are able to stably produce elixirs, you will have to spend a lot of spiritual stones and elixirs. You all know that it is difficult to cultivate the soul, and it is even more difficult to master the power of mind. There will only be more stuff thrown inside.”

Zhuang Qiqi advised his teacher Xuan Ying: "The Phantom Stone is in the hands of your enemy, and the Nian Master is controlled by your enemy. It is difficult to get a good price for the ordinary phantoms you practice at the beginning, so at the beginning Chunchun just smashed the soul into it." Stone. Also, in addition to the phantom stone, do you also need to buy some secret books, elixirs, tools, etc.?"

Every time she said something, Shi Xuanying felt like her wallet was deflated.

Has he dug another hole?
Practicing any skill requires resources. Shi Xuanying has been mentally prepared for it, but she has never considered it in such detail.

A few people were digesting Zhuang Qiqi's words, and they came to report on the 23rd.

"Sect Master. Manager Dongfang is here again."

Dongfang Zhentian asked: "Again? He's here to spread the seeds?"

"Come and persuade us to be the extraditers." Shi Xuanying said, and then said to Twenty-three, "Just say that I am busy and let him go back."

Jiang Chuixing asked later: "Is it because I haven't passed the exam, so..."

"It's nothing to do with you. Another dust leak occurred. He came over and asked us to come over and have a look." Shi Xuanying said.

It's okay to fool Jiang Chuixing, but it can't fool Dongfang Zhentian, because when Guiyilou asked them to check Chenjie, they could have been asked to be "temporary workers" like last time. How could they be extraditers?

Dongfang Zhentian disappeared instantly.

The screams of steward Dongfang and the curses of Dongfang Zhentian came from the gate: "I want to cheat labor and management again! Labor and management... No, labor and management can't touch your fairy's board yet, that's also the fairy's board of labor and management, so angry!" The labor and management will beat your stupid son to death!”

Zhuang Qiqi listened to the movement and said uneasily: "Don't you need to go out and take a look?"

Yan Chu's consciousness could "see" what was happening outside: "No need. The monk's physical pain is nothing, she didn't do anything serious."

"I'm still making money just to send him home!" Manager Dongfang said angrily.

Dongfang Zhentian slapped him: "Give me some fat! Give me some fat! I think you should have..."

She wanted to say, "Sooner or later, send yourself back to your hometown and bury yourself in a pile of dirt," but her words stopped abruptly, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Fortunately, we stopped at the critical moment!

"Master Sao, you don't have to die, do you?" Steward Dongfang asked with concern, his panda eyes in his eyes.

Dongfang Zhentian wiped off his sweat and took a breath: "Are you so fat that you died?"