Farm and cultivate immortality, get a cuckold wife at the beginning

Bai He's narrow eyes glanced at him, and turned his head to look at the afterglow above the West Mountain, "The bad boy learns bad quite quickly, anyway, if you want to buy and sell and don't want people to know, just be anonymous, a spirit bird like me who transports resources will swear to keep its promise with a Dao heart, and will not steal or leak materials and news, you can rest assured of this."

Wang Erbao stopped drinking tea in his hand, walked to the gate again, and looked at the tall white crane.

"Actually, I think too much, let people know that I have money and nothing, after all, my family runs a shop in the world, so I just heard what you said, it aroused my aura, I think I can take the spiritual grass and magic weapons in the shop at home and sell them, and I can also sell the things in the sect.

Bai He lowered his neck and pecked Wang Erbao's head lightly with his beak, "Remind you, there are some people in the sect who think like you, but they can be sold in the sect, but the resources in the sect cannot be entered into the WTO, otherwise, it will deprive you of the qualifications of your children, this is the law issued by the head of the sect himself."

Wang Erbao pushed away the long mouth of the crane, pondered carefully, and found that it seemed to be very reasonable, the previous thing can be done to drain the sect, and the resources can be incorporated into the strength of the sect's rich children and the strength of the sect.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded vigorously, "I understand, thank you Baihe seniors for enlightening."

"Alright, I should go too, I still have two more trips to run.

Wang Erbao stepped back, bowed down and clenched his fists at the crane Baihe, "Next time my sister comes over, I will invite you to tea."

"Then it's decided. Bai He spread his wings, and the breeze pushed it into the air, and the domineering spirit that Wang Erbao imagined soared into the sky and did not appear at all, and the lightness and agility of the spirit bird made him a little surprised.

Watching the crane Baihe fly higher and higher and disappear between the white clouds in the distance, blending into the sunset, Brother Bao cleaned up his mood and returned to the courtyard.

Wang Tao only drank a cup of tea before leaving, he hurriedly poured it into his stomach, and then made another pot for Wang Tao to warm, just waiting for his return.

On the occasion of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the evening breeze brings a burst of coolness, the air is no longer stuffy, the sky is no longer dry, and a pot of good tea is comfortable after the stomach.

Wang Erbao felt that lying down was more comfortable than sitting, so he found a place to lie down under the big tree in the courtyard, and took out the bronze mirror in his pocket to look at it back and forth.

The copper mirror has a handle for easy grip, and when not in use, the handle can be folded behind the mirror, and the front end of this thing is made of brass, which is polished bright and clear, and on the back, all kinds of obscure runes that cannot be understood are listed on it.

He thought a little, and the spiritual power in his body poured into the bronze mirror along his arm, and almost instantly, a gloomy cloud slowly dispersed on the mirror, and a continuous mountain range appeared.

In the mountains, rivers and woodlands are dotted inside, a few points of spiritual light flickered slightly, and if you look carefully at those stars, it turns out to be a building one by one, with houses, halls, martial arts, and residences.

Wang Erbao touched it lightly with his fingers, and found that he could even move the picture, and if he connected the dots continuously, he could actually zoom in on a certain place and present it carefully.

He felt novel, sat up and played for a while, and he could find this small courtyard in the forest at the foot of the mountain Brother Wang Tao, under the big tree in the courtyard, a silly boy who bowed his head to the mirror was looking at the mirror in his hand, and then looked up at the ...... in the sky

"It's fun, bring Xiao'e into the door after a while, at least trick a bronze mirror back, so that she can often see me at home.

Wang Erbao muttered, and suddenly felt that it was better to forget it, in case this Mochizuki Sect has a beautiful little woman chatting with him and being coquettish, and if An Xiao'e sees it, the consequences will definitely not be good.

Now there is still something urgent to explore, he temporarily put An Xiao'e behind his head, studied the bronze mirror in his hand again, and after a few touches, he finally understood that the feeling is through some kind of formation way, the entire sect is projected into it, not only that, but the trading place that Bai He said just now was really found in the bronze mirror.

It is a kind of shop similar to consignment, there is no physical object, only the list of goods includes its condition, it can be sold or bought, all kinds of information can be released, urgently needed, shot, in addition to the traditional way of bartering immortal cultivators, spirit stones are the only means of measurement.

He held the bronze mirror between his legs, and his whole body was hot under excitement, and he couldn't help rubbing his hands to test the water.

Thinking about it carefully, Wang Erbao took out a pig-killing knife in his pocket, and saw a faint halo on the knife, which was a good thing that Lao Huang had stepped on, a special forging process, but all of them were good things made without exception.

This thing is still sent by the village pig killer Sun Dabang, now it is no longer mortal iron, just take it to test the water, if it works, in the future, Lao Huang's treatment and welfare will be improved, give it a salary increase and feed two catties of bud rice face per meal, build a cowshed for good performance, and send a Peugeot cow.

Holding the bronze mirror in his hand, he gave an overview of the pig killing knife, and finally filled in the estimated price code anonymously.

The news was sent out smoothly, and in less than a quarter of an hour, he entered the spiritual power again and clicked on the bronze mirror, and Wang Erbao could already see the knife he sold in the goods column.

Looking at the pig-killing knife inserted in the stone next to him, he was a little excited in his heart, and he wished that the flow of time would speed up a little.

At dusk, Wang Erbao, who was slightly hungry in his belly, walked into the hut, rummaged left and right, and only found half a bucket of rice, but some surprises were that there was a small bag of things in the rice tank, opened it and looked at it, and found that it was also rice.

He wouldn't think that Wang Tao had Alzheimer's disease and ate two rice, and divided the rice into two packages, and ate fifteen in the jar on the first day of the new year, which was so interesting that it made people fart.

Grabbing a handful in each hand, he looked at it carefully in the sparse light, and Shao Tian was startled, ashamed of his arbitrariness just now.

It was really a mistake, the rice in this jar was just ordinary rice, and the rice stored in the small bag was crystal clear without any flaws, and it turned out to be spiritual rice.

He was worried, the key was that there was really not much Lingmi, at best, it was enough for two people to eat, and it seemed a little inauthentic to make decisions in other people's stoves, and after thinking about it, he still felt that he had to wait and talk.

Put down the rice bag and waited for a while, Wang Erbao felt even more hungry, thought about it, and simply took out the bronze mirror to buy some food, he lacked a lot of money, small money is nothing to him, there is a store at home, and he doesn't have to worry about food and clothing.

After opening the bronze mirror and choosing some very loose food in it, he rubbed his stomach and lay back to wait.

It is not easy to practice, and it takes strength to cultivate, and before cultivation is not in Bigu, a feast is also a blessing in life.

The evening breeze blew slowly, the starlight gradually hung in the night sky, Wang Erbao sat in the courtyard and counted the stars and thought about his wife Xiao'e, ushering in the first lonely night of cultivating immortals.

Just as he was thinking about it, in the distance, the crickets that were still noisy on the edge of the forest just now stopped croaking, and a vague sound blew downstream.

The voice was so ethereal that the hearing of the laity was restricted, Wang Erbao thought about it, and immediately used a little spiritual power to spread his divine sense.

For a moment, the expression on his face began to be a little stunned.

On the path at the edge of the forest, two weasels stood on their hind legs and walked in the bamboo forest, one in front and one after the other in the same rhythm, they picked up a morning glory, the stamen was missing at the moment, but in the flower, there was a small ball of things, and there seemed to be a fragrant smell that ticked his saliva under the divine sense.