After the fall, the fairies caught me and repaid their debts

Feng Yuan specially instructed He Ange to kneel down on one knee in a hurry and bowed his head in thanks.

He vaguely guessed why the master specially rewarded himself today.

Perhaps it was because Fairy Shi promised her the resources of the entire Treasure Pavilion, and the master was wary that she would be bribed and thus rebellious, so she rewarded some candy moderately.

"..."

Looking at He Ange, Feng Yuan gently parted his vermilion lips, but hesitated to speak.

Sighing, she spoke again:

"There is one more thing. There is an ancient sacred scroll inheritance hidden in the secret forbidden area of ​​the back mountain of Shengxuzong. I ordered you to find a way to bring the holy scroll inheritance back to my teaching."

"Forbidden area in the back mountain?"

He Ange frowned, "It seems that only true disciples are qualified to step in there."

"Then you will become a true disciple."

Feng Yuan's tone was simple and straightforward, and the order could not be refused at all.

He Ange pondered for a short while, and finally nodded in agreement, after all Shadan had accepted, so he still had no right to refuse.

So far, Feng Yuan's affairs have been explained.

She looked at He Ange, hummed softly, then closed her eyes, stood up from the bed, and floated out the door.

During this period, Feng Yuan's spirit body passed through He Ange's face, but there was no collision.

"I'm waiting for your news as a teacher."

After leaving these words, Feng Yuan's figure gradually drifted away, and finally disappeared into the air.

After the real master left, He Ange lay on the bed a little tired.

Stealing the Holy Scroll from the forbidden area of ​​the sect...?

This task is really difficult. Why An Ge, if he really went to steal that thing, it would shock the entire fairy world to the SSR hell difficulty.

But in terms of stress, He Ange was not as tired as he imagined.

As for the exhaustion on his body, it was mainly because he practiced all night last night, and today he competed with Wang Qiong on stage again, so he hadn't had a good rest for too long.

As for the task given by Master...

Just pretend it doesn't exist.

Having dealt with Feng Yuan for such a long time, even though Feng Yuan was always expressionless, He Ange could probably figure out Master's character.

She told He Ange to steal the Holy Scroll, but she didn't set a specific time.

In other words, this task is not a top priority. Master has lived in the abyss for thousands of years, and she will not be in a hurry for a year or two.

So during the mission, He Ange can fish in moderation. Anyway, he is just a stinky younger brother in the early stage of foundation establishment. Even if he wants to steal the Holy Scroll, he will definitely die.

What's more, Feng Yuan is a veritable abyss boss, the ultimate villain.

He Ange is just a grassroots cadre of a cult, so who will do the hard work? It's really not worthwhile to work hard for the boss's rebirth career.

"Well, the boat is naturally straight when it reaches the bridge."

"Recognize that you are a waste, so you don't have to think so much. Wouldn't it be delicious to eat the Shadan and sleep late?"

Lying on the bed, covered with the quilt, He Ange chose to sleep with peace of mind.

——How do you sleep well at your age? !

——Sorry, lazy dogs can really fall asleep.

...

...

Yan Mofeng, the main hall.

It was late afternoon and the sun was setting. A wounded disciple with a bandage on his chest was kneeling in the main hall.

"Fairy Mo, you must uphold justice for this disciple!"

"He Ange and An Luoyi, that pair of dogs, first hurt eight of my disciples, but now it's getting worse. I was seriously injured and even snatched my place in the inner sect!!!"

Seeing the wronged by the child, the eye circles are red from crying.

At the front of the main hall, Fairy Mo sat on the top with her legs up and down, her left hand resting her face, and her right hand stroking the black cat in her arms, as if she didn't hear Wang Qiong's complaints at all.

Under the hall, a row of disciples standing beside Wang Qiong looked at each other in blank dismay.

In the end, they decided that a senior brother with blue eyebrows and a kind face would come out and pat Wang Qiong on the shoulder:

"Sixth brother, you should go back first, Master, she is in a bad mood today."

His name is Wang Yuan, and he is the second young master of the Wang family.

Seeing her own brother, Wang Qiong became more and more excited:

"But, but Second Brother... If it wasn't for that damned He Ange, I would be the one who stepped into the inner sect today! How can I bear this tone?"

At some point, the polite smile on the elder brother's face also turned cold. He threw Wang Qiong away, and then stomped hard:

"You trash have the face to say it!"

"It's thanks to Master for giving you so many panacea, and thanks to Lao Tzu for teaching you so many spiritual arts... In the end, when you, a piece of trash, entered the ring, you were defeated in just three moves! Does it go in the ear and out the right ear?!"

He stomped hard again, Wang Yuan only felt angry.

After a while, Wang Yuan's anger dissipated, and Wang Qiong was finally helped up.

No matter how incompetent, he is his own younger brother after all, if Wang Yuan really doesn't care about Wang Qiong's grievances, then he will let others gossip.

He turned around, lowered his head to Fairy Mo at the top of the main hall, and begged:

"Master, for today's incident, brother-in-law is indeed worthy of death... But putting aside the facts, are He Ange and An Luoyi not at fault at all?"

"According to my brother's testimony, the martial arts competition was over, but that kid surnamed He went so far as to challenge our Wang Qiong's bottom line with a woman!"

"It's tolerable, it's too familiar!"

As Wang Yuan spoke, he knelt down on one knee in anger.

For a moment, several disciples standing on the side also knelt down and bowed together under the gesture of the senior brother's eyes.

After a while, Fairy Mo on the bench finally took a deep breath and opened her cold eyes.

"Wang Qiong, the matter of your entering the inner door was entrusted to me by the master. If you can't get in this month, then you can only find a way."

"As for the enmity of the martial arts competition, you can deal with it yourself, but a waste in the early stage of foundation establishment, as a teacher, I don't have so much time to take care of trivial matters."

Having said that, Mo Qianhua closed his eyes, and stroked the black cat in his arms again.

Under the steps, the disciples bowed their heads one after another.

And just as they were about to leave, Mo Qianhua exhorted:

"Remember to be careful of that eldest lady of An's family, she never blinks an eye when she kills."

10. A new product called Fairy Wand

One o'clock.

He Ange woke up.

He looked at the wooden alarm clock on the bedside table, and then looked out the window at night, sure that other disciples of the same school had already fallen asleep at this point.

"It's time to go to work..."

After stretching, He Ange felt a little sleepy.

But as soon as he got out of bed, he realized something was wrong. Although his consciousness was still a little sleepy, his body was exceptionally light. Not only that, He Ange also felt energetic all over his body, and his strength increased significantly after sleeping.

He speculated that this was because he had taken Sha Dan before going to bed, and his body had digested part of the evil power of Sha Dan.

"Is this the evil pill refined by Master himself? It can become stronger while sleeping. I love it."

"From this point of view, it is not difficult to break through the alchemy stage."

……

Yong'an City, the underground black market.

As a big city not directly controlled by the imperial court, Yong'an City has always had a well-developed underground industry. Countless banned pills and monks with unknown origins are secretly trading here.

But in this black market, there is only one shop that stands out from the rest.

"Ouch~"

"Xiao He, you're here. It's so late today, we all thought you were caught by the sect's disciple on duty."

The boy's shop had just opened, and there were many wealthy ladies with gorgeous clothes, exquisite makeup, and gilded masks.

These female guests are all famous nobles in Yong'an City.

They have plenty of money, and they often visit the young man's shop just because the things he sells are not available in the market.

For example, black silk suspenders with attractive designs, high-heeled shoes with unique temperament, cosmetics and facial masks that can make people return to youth...

Apart from the boy's shop in the black market, there is really no other shop on the market that can sell these things.

I bought it, and a 30-year-old aunt can also be more attractive than a 20-year-old girl, making men unable to look away.

If you were a famous wife, would you say you would buy it or not?

And precisely because this family is the only one, the selling price of the young man is also surprisingly expensive, and other than rich women, ordinary women can't afford it at all.

But compared to ten years younger, how can such a small amount of money get into the eyes of a rich woman?

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't worry, my little brother was too tired from the martial arts competition yesterday, so he came out just after waking up."

Surrounded by many wealthy women, He Ange smiled helplessly, and at the same time did not forget to take out rows of goods from the storage ring to fill the gaps in the store shelves.

These things are all made by He Ange himself, because he can't practice without spiritual veins, so He Ange really has a lot of free time.

Others practice swords, he makes things according to the memory of the earth;

Others meditate, he sells things based on the experience of the earth;

As for the output, He Ange dare not say that it is a national chain, but the enclosure is self-indulgent, and it is not a problem to just feed the small circle of rich women in Yong'an City.

"Xiao He, you said that you are so talented at such a young age, and you are also a disciple of the immortal sect... You must be very popular with young girls in the sect during the day, right?"

During unloading, a lady asked curiously.

Thinking of being surrounded by people led by Wang Qiong just yesterday, He Ange couldn't help but be a bit dumbfounded. He shrugged and smiled politely:

"It's okay, everyone in the sect is also a disciple of the immortal sect, and I am not very special as an outer disciple."

"But Xiao Hesheng's handsome face must be pursued by many girls, right?"

"No, no, we are the sect of cultivating immortals. The elders don't allow us men and women to talk about love. It will delay the journey to immortality."

Facing the curiosity of the wives, He Ange also laughed with ease.

Chatting with customers is also one of his businesses.

Although wives always like to ask some private questions, He Ange can't be called annoyed, after all, the customer is God, first of all, people pay, and second, the question itself is not as malicious as Wang Qiong.

Of course, if the gender is changed, the painting style may be completely different.

"In other words, our Xiaohe in the Zongmen has no desires... Hey, tell the truth to Auntie, do you really have no thoughts on weekdays?"

"Hehe~ Xiao He is so handsome, if you really feel aggrieved in the sect, it's not impossible to come to Dongcheng to find your Aunt Liu to relieve your fatigue."

"Sister-in-law Liu, it's not good for you to let the master know? Why don't you let Xiao He come to me—"

"Hey hey~ Look at what nonsense you are talking to Xiao He, don't break the Taoist heart of his disciples who cultivate immortals!"

While talking and laughing, the atmosphere among the wives was very cheerful, and they would pinch He Ange's face or touch He Ange's arm with great interest.

After all, they are all aunts in their 40s and [-]s. During the day, they have to play the role of a virtuous wife in a famous city mansion. At night, they come to the black market and meet such a talented young man as He Ange. It is inevitable that they will let themselves go.

Anyway, wearing a mask, no one can recognize who is who.

For this, He Ange has long been used to it, making money is not worth it, and his body is not too precious to be touched by others.

"Speaking of which, my brother recently developed a new product..."

While chatting and laughing, He Ange naturally talked about a new topic.