Jiang Mi didn't have many friends in Wuguang City. Only the owner of the grain shop was his acquaintance. After collecting the grain, he would give him a cup of tea.
Today he led his little mule into the city, planning to sell all the grain from the autumn harvest. When the owner of the grain shop saw him, his eyes were bigger than a bell.
"Hey, Jiang Mi, did you get rich? When did you buy yourself such expensive clothes?"
People from all walks of life came to him to buy grain. I have also seen the immortal officials on Wanjian Mountain. The material of his clothes is similar to that of those immortal officials. You can't buy this kind of clothing with mortal money, so you have to use spiritual stones to exchange them.
Jiang Mi raised his eyebrows, feeling proud and a little shy.
"It was given to me by someone else."
Seeing him smiling, the boss smiled and said, "It was given by a woman, right? Is she also beautiful?"
He did not say anything. Thinking of the appearance of the fairy in red, his heart seemed to be burning, and he nodded after a while.
So the boss pulled him over and continued gossiping, "Can she also fly, like those immortals on Wanjian Mountain?"
He nodded again. The fairy even took him to fly.
"Then you have to grasp it. For us common people, this is called immortality!" The boss patted his shoulder enviously and changed the subject.
"But how did the immortal fall in love with you?"
Jiang Mi was startled, and suddenly his heart began to beat faster. He was a poor man. He didn't read much. He just had no energy, but the fairy has great power, so asking him for help definitely does not require his own strength.
The boss is also thinking about this problem. Jiang Mi is indeed handsome, but other than that, it is difficult to find any outstanding advantages. Even the young masters in the same city cannot compare with him, let alone the monks on Wanjian Mountain.
"I guess this immortal wants to have a romantic relationship with you."
Hearing this, Jiang Mi was completely stunned. His face turned red. He looked away, pursed his lips, and didn't say a word.
"You have no money and no talent. People fall in love with you just for your face and your body." The boss patted him on the shoulder.
"I have a way to help you keep this woman's heart."
Jiang Mi has an honest personality, is a bit boring, and is not very good at saying nice things, but when doing business with him, he will never be shortchanged or inferior, so the boss has always had a good impression of him. He was also in his prime years, and it was time to start a family.
The young man was frustrated for a moment but couldn't help but ask, "How to keep..."
The boss immediately gave him impatient advice.
"Have you seen the incense shop across? Go to the incense shop first and buy the one called Mo Shang Junzi's balm, which is loved by all the young men in the city. Your skin is so rough. Will the girl feel comfortable touching it?"
Then he poked him with his elbow and lowered his voice. "That balm can whiten your skin. I heard there are people wiping it down there."
Down there...
After he realized what he was doing, his neck turned red. He didn't dare to listen anymore. He turned around, took his things, and was about to leave, but was grabbed by the boss.
"Why are you in such a hurry? There is a small bookstore in the alley where you turn left when you go out. They sell all kinds of books. Go buy two books and study them, so you don't end up like a piece of wood in bed by then."
Jiang Mi didn't know how he left the grain store in such a daze, but when he returned home, he had two things in his arms, which he held tightly as if he were a thief. He didn't dare look into the eyes of his fellow villagers when greeting them, as if just looking at each other would make them realize his shameful thoughts.
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Three months passed in a blink of an eye. Yao Yue declined Xingyuan’s invitation. She left the matter of Quanxing's expansion to Qin Qianxue and headed to the foot of Wanjian Mountain alone.
Ever since she won the sect competition against Xingxuan, he has paid special attention to her. He would invite her to the Xingji Pavilion to chat whenever he had nothing to do, and sometimes he would pretend to be very interested and ask her about swordsmanship. Quanxing was initially founded in Yunmo Prefecture in the east. Later, as her disciples grew more and more, she planned to set up a branch in Muxian in the north. Transporting materials and transferring disciples requires the use of teleportation arrays, so establishing a good relationship with Xingyuan is a political task for her.
However, these things are not important compared to the Heavenly Star Sutra that she has been thinking about.
When she arrived at that person's house, it was already dusk and dim. A bright moon hangs from the corner of the mountain, shining brightly.
A low-bright oil lamp was lit in the room, and she sat on the flying sword and looked through the window.
The young man seemed to have just taken a bath. His hair was still stained with moisture, and he was sitting naked on the bed. It's the middle of winter. There is still a trace of heat on her body, but he doesn't seem to feel cold at all.
Yao Yue took a glance at the abundant spiritual energy around him and saw that he had indeed made significant progress. The clothes she gave him were enough to resist the ghostly energy. Apart from that, there seemed to be something different...
After looking at it for a while, she realized that this man seemed to have become a lot whiter, and his whole body changed from bronze to a lighter wheat color. But she didn't remember what method of becoming gray was taught in that introductory booklet.
Just as she was about to go in and ask, she saw the man take out a bottle of ointment under the pillow, apply it carefully to his face, and then apply it all over his body.
Seeing this, she chuckled. She really didn't expect this boy to be so quiet. But the next second, she stopped laughing, and her eyes widened in shock!
He actually wiped the ointment on his crotch!
Jiang Mi smeared the ointment on his crotch somewhat roughly. The size of the thing, even in its unexcited state, was quite impressive. The two balls hung heavily in the thick hair, and they were immediately touched by the snow-white ointment. He spreads it out evenly.
When she was in the Hehuan Sect, those fellow apprentices had no sense of shame, and she would occasionally see them accidentally.
She saw their little black things, but Jiang Mi was quite pink and tender.
Her face felt hot, and she patted her cheeks as if to get this idea out of her head. Then she muttered, "Don't look at anything inappropriate."
She put away her flying sword, dropped to the ground, and knocked on the door.