Chapter 208
Chapter 208
Chapter 208
After the chasing horse trotted for half a day, the soft rope blocking the way was replaced by a towering gatehouse.
The soft ropes extending from the left and right are respectively tied to the stone pillars on both sides of the gate. In the center of the gate, a pair of floating runes is painted with golden light, forming a hollowed-out forbidden gate.
The outside of the gate square is very lively, row upon row of temporary buildings, and the bustling flow of people shuttles back and forth, almost forming a small market.
Many monks gathered near the gate, either squatting, sitting or standing, or whispering or talking loudly, from time to time they cast a vague look inside the gate, as if they were waiting for something.
Jing Yingrong was about to go around Fangshi, but Zhuifengju snorted, stopped slowly, and pawed the ground with his front hooves.
Seeing this, Jing Yingrong looked around, then turned over and walked towards a spirit drinking hall on the outskirts of Fangshi with Zhui Fengju.
This shop specializing in all kinds of drinking things has simply set up a shed, which can be said to be ventilated from all sides, but there are still many people sitting in the shop.
"Fellow Daoist, what would you like to drink? Wine or tea, or some fruit juice?"
The store clerk came up and asked with a smile on his face.
Jing Yingrong: "Guo Lu."
"Do you like sweet and sour, cold and hot?"
"..."
Jing Yingrong blinked and said, "There is a lot of spiritual energy."
"A lot of spiritual energy?...Ah, how about milk and cinnamon honey? It is the signature of our store. It is full of spiritual energy and can relieve mental fatigue. You can't drink it elsewhere."
"Okay, I want a bucket."
"Ah?" The store clerk was stunned, thinking he heard it wrong, "A barrel?"
Mirror Yingrong nodded.
The store clerk scratched his head, wondering: "We only make five pots of milk and cinnamon honey every day, and the total is... half a barrel?"
"Yes, both."
Jing Yingrong paid for the Lingshi first.
The store clerk got the spirit stone, didn't ask any more questions, just said "Okay" and walked over.
Jing Yingrong found a seat outside and sat down, with Zhui Fengju lying on the side.
Suddenly there was a commotion at the gate square, a monk dressed in the uniform of the Shijue mansion passed through the runes, and all the monks near the gate stood up, staring at the man expectantly.
The people of Shijue Mansion shouted: "Twenty people are recruited! Both men and women are welcome. There is no limit to their cultivation. They look young to middle-aged. Those with experience are preferred. They need to pass the initial test first! Then five will be able to make alchemy, and three will be able to make medicine." Talisman, you don’t need to be proficient, just a little knowledge is enough!”
Before she finished speaking, hundreds of monks spontaneously and skillfully lined up in a long line, and a small group of monks scrambled to say: "I can make alchemy, and I can make third-grade pills!", "I know how to make talismans!" , choose me!"
The disciples of Shijue Mansion ordered alchemists and talisman masters at random, and then temporarily closed the talisman patterns, allowing the team of monks to enter one by one.
"Fellow Daoist, the milk and cinnamon honey you want is here."
The shop clerk brought five jade pots on a tray and put them on Jing Yingrong's table. Jing Yingrong looked away, took out a small wooden barrel, and poured all the milk, cinnamon and honey in the jade pot into it under the shop clerk's bewildered eyes. keg.
The small barrel is filled with a snow-white liquid, with a layer of light-yellow flowers floating on the surface, and the mouth-watering sweet fragrance permeates.
Jing Yingrong put the wooden barrel in front of Zhuifengju, and Zhuifengju plunged his head into the barrel and drank.
The shop assistant was dumbfounded.
At this moment, a panting person rushed into the store, hurriedly slapped the table and said, "Quick! Give me a pot of milk and cinnamon honey!"
The store clerk came back to his senses, walked up to the front and said with a look of embarrassment: "Master He, the milk osmanthus honey has just been sold out, can you drink something else?"
"Sold out?! When will it be sold out? To whom?"
The man asked in multiple voices, then twitched his nose and sniffed the sweet fragrance in the air, and said again: "Isn't this still smelly, he hasn't left yet, let me see who it is—"
He followed the scent and saw the wind-chasing horse pulled its head out of the barrel, neighing happily with its white mouth.
"Who did it?! The brain got into the spirit stone and gave this to the mount?"
The man jumped up and down, cursing and searching with his eyes, but when Jing Yingrong turned his head to look, he could not speak out as if someone had pinched his throat, and his eyes suddenly widened.
With a "whoosh" he rushed over at a speed that didn't match his short and fat body, approached Jing Yingrong, and looked back and forth carefully at Jing Yingrong's entire face, with a frenzied light in his eyes.
"Wonderful, wonderful! Unexpectedly——uh!"
Yun Luo slapped him on the face that was getting closer and closer, and pushed him away.
He struggled with his hands and feet, and said anxiously: "Girl, no, Fellow Daoist! Do you want to be famous, I have an idea, let's talk about it!"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't want to."
"You can earn a lot of spirit stones!"
"No shortage."
"A rare opportunity to experience, there is no such store in this village!"
"What experience?"
Yun Luo let go a little, and the man's white and fat face was already covered with red marks.
"Let me tell you, there is a lack of a small role there. I have connections and can recommend you."
Jing Yingrong: "I have no experience."
"It doesn't matter if you don't have experience. It's just a few words, and someone will guide you. It's very simple! But don't underestimate it, even for such a small role, there are countless people fighting for it. But if you meet me, then It’s different, I still have this bit of privacy, hehe.”
The man said carelessly without any regard for other customers in the store.Among those people who knew this person, they all cast admiring glances at Jing Yingrong.
Jing Yingrong thought for a while and asked, "What do I need to pay?"
"Nothing is needed, except..." The man rubbed his hands together, "Let me take care of your makeup."
Jing Yingrong took a look at him, thought for a while, and said, "Are you the make-up artist of Shijue Mansion?"
"Yes, my surname is He and my name is Zongtao. They all call me Master He."
He Zongtao puffed up his chest and said quite proudly.
Jing Yingrong nodded, stood up and put away the keg: "Let's go."
"what?"
"Don't you want to go inside?" She pointed to the door.
Only then did He Zongtao realize that Jing Yingrong had agreed, and said happily, "Let's go——wait a minute, I haven't bought anything yet."
He turned his head and asked the shop assistant for another kind of extra-sweet fruit dew, put it in a jar, carried it in his hand, and left.
Just like the previous disciple of Shi Jue Mansion, He Zongtao turned off the runes, and reopened them after Jing Yingrong and Zhuifengju entered.
After walking for a while, a large building came into view.These buildings are also temporary, but they are much more spacious and regular than those outside, and some of them are even more impressive.
Jing Yingrong saw the monks who came in before, they were lining up outside the gate of a hut, they went in one by one, and soon came out through the side door.
On the other side, a group of people formed a large circle, with two monks standing in the center, a man and a woman. The male monk had an arrow stuck in his shoulder, half of his body was stained red with blood, but he still chatted and laughed with the female monk calmly.
Jing Yingrong looked at the iconic leaf pattern on the male cultivator's clothes, and was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Mr. Chi Ye?"
(End of this chapter)
After the chasing horse trotted for half a day, the soft rope blocking the way was replaced by a towering gatehouse.
The soft ropes extending from the left and right are respectively tied to the stone pillars on both sides of the gate. In the center of the gate, a pair of floating runes is painted with golden light, forming a hollowed-out forbidden gate.
The outside of the gate square is very lively, row upon row of temporary buildings, and the bustling flow of people shuttles back and forth, almost forming a small market.
Many monks gathered near the gate, either squatting, sitting or standing, or whispering or talking loudly, from time to time they cast a vague look inside the gate, as if they were waiting for something.
Jing Yingrong was about to go around Fangshi, but Zhuifengju snorted, stopped slowly, and pawed the ground with his front hooves.
Seeing this, Jing Yingrong looked around, then turned over and walked towards a spirit drinking hall on the outskirts of Fangshi with Zhui Fengju.
This shop specializing in all kinds of drinking things has simply set up a shed, which can be said to be ventilated from all sides, but there are still many people sitting in the shop.
"Fellow Daoist, what would you like to drink? Wine or tea, or some fruit juice?"
The store clerk came up and asked with a smile on his face.
Jing Yingrong: "Guo Lu."
"Do you like sweet and sour, cold and hot?"
"..."
Jing Yingrong blinked and said, "There is a lot of spiritual energy."
"A lot of spiritual energy?...Ah, how about milk and cinnamon honey? It is the signature of our store. It is full of spiritual energy and can relieve mental fatigue. You can't drink it elsewhere."
"Okay, I want a bucket."
"Ah?" The store clerk was stunned, thinking he heard it wrong, "A barrel?"
Mirror Yingrong nodded.
The store clerk scratched his head, wondering: "We only make five pots of milk and cinnamon honey every day, and the total is... half a barrel?"
"Yes, both."
Jing Yingrong paid for the Lingshi first.
The store clerk got the spirit stone, didn't ask any more questions, just said "Okay" and walked over.
Jing Yingrong found a seat outside and sat down, with Zhui Fengju lying on the side.
Suddenly there was a commotion at the gate square, a monk dressed in the uniform of the Shijue mansion passed through the runes, and all the monks near the gate stood up, staring at the man expectantly.
The people of Shijue Mansion shouted: "Twenty people are recruited! Both men and women are welcome. There is no limit to their cultivation. They look young to middle-aged. Those with experience are preferred. They need to pass the initial test first! Then five will be able to make alchemy, and three will be able to make medicine." Talisman, you don’t need to be proficient, just a little knowledge is enough!”
Before she finished speaking, hundreds of monks spontaneously and skillfully lined up in a long line, and a small group of monks scrambled to say: "I can make alchemy, and I can make third-grade pills!", "I know how to make talismans!" , choose me!"
The disciples of Shijue Mansion ordered alchemists and talisman masters at random, and then temporarily closed the talisman patterns, allowing the team of monks to enter one by one.
"Fellow Daoist, the milk and cinnamon honey you want is here."
The shop clerk brought five jade pots on a tray and put them on Jing Yingrong's table. Jing Yingrong looked away, took out a small wooden barrel, and poured all the milk, cinnamon and honey in the jade pot into it under the shop clerk's bewildered eyes. keg.
The small barrel is filled with a snow-white liquid, with a layer of light-yellow flowers floating on the surface, and the mouth-watering sweet fragrance permeates.
Jing Yingrong put the wooden barrel in front of Zhuifengju, and Zhuifengju plunged his head into the barrel and drank.
The shop assistant was dumbfounded.
At this moment, a panting person rushed into the store, hurriedly slapped the table and said, "Quick! Give me a pot of milk and cinnamon honey!"
The store clerk came back to his senses, walked up to the front and said with a look of embarrassment: "Master He, the milk osmanthus honey has just been sold out, can you drink something else?"
"Sold out?! When will it be sold out? To whom?"
The man asked in multiple voices, then twitched his nose and sniffed the sweet fragrance in the air, and said again: "Isn't this still smelly, he hasn't left yet, let me see who it is—"
He followed the scent and saw the wind-chasing horse pulled its head out of the barrel, neighing happily with its white mouth.
"Who did it?! The brain got into the spirit stone and gave this to the mount?"
The man jumped up and down, cursing and searching with his eyes, but when Jing Yingrong turned his head to look, he could not speak out as if someone had pinched his throat, and his eyes suddenly widened.
With a "whoosh" he rushed over at a speed that didn't match his short and fat body, approached Jing Yingrong, and looked back and forth carefully at Jing Yingrong's entire face, with a frenzied light in his eyes.
"Wonderful, wonderful! Unexpectedly——uh!"
Yun Luo slapped him on the face that was getting closer and closer, and pushed him away.
He struggled with his hands and feet, and said anxiously: "Girl, no, Fellow Daoist! Do you want to be famous, I have an idea, let's talk about it!"
Jing Yingrong: "I don't want to."
"You can earn a lot of spirit stones!"
"No shortage."
"A rare opportunity to experience, there is no such store in this village!"
"What experience?"
Yun Luo let go a little, and the man's white and fat face was already covered with red marks.
"Let me tell you, there is a lack of a small role there. I have connections and can recommend you."
Jing Yingrong: "I have no experience."
"It doesn't matter if you don't have experience. It's just a few words, and someone will guide you. It's very simple! But don't underestimate it, even for such a small role, there are countless people fighting for it. But if you meet me, then It’s different, I still have this bit of privacy, hehe.”
The man said carelessly without any regard for other customers in the store.Among those people who knew this person, they all cast admiring glances at Jing Yingrong.
Jing Yingrong thought for a while and asked, "What do I need to pay?"
"Nothing is needed, except..." The man rubbed his hands together, "Let me take care of your makeup."
Jing Yingrong took a look at him, thought for a while, and said, "Are you the make-up artist of Shijue Mansion?"
"Yes, my surname is He and my name is Zongtao. They all call me Master He."
He Zongtao puffed up his chest and said quite proudly.
Jing Yingrong nodded, stood up and put away the keg: "Let's go."
"what?"
"Don't you want to go inside?" She pointed to the door.
Only then did He Zongtao realize that Jing Yingrong had agreed, and said happily, "Let's go——wait a minute, I haven't bought anything yet."
He turned his head and asked the shop assistant for another kind of extra-sweet fruit dew, put it in a jar, carried it in his hand, and left.
Just like the previous disciple of Shi Jue Mansion, He Zongtao turned off the runes, and reopened them after Jing Yingrong and Zhuifengju entered.
After walking for a while, a large building came into view.These buildings are also temporary, but they are much more spacious and regular than those outside, and some of them are even more impressive.
Jing Yingrong saw the monks who came in before, they were lining up outside the gate of a hut, they went in one by one, and soon came out through the side door.
On the other side, a group of people formed a large circle, with two monks standing in the center, a man and a woman. The male monk had an arrow stuck in his shoulder, half of his body was stained red with blood, but he still chatted and laughed with the female monk calmly.
Jing Yingrong looked at the iconic leaf pattern on the male cultivator's clothes, and was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Mr. Chi Ye?"
(End of this chapter)