Is he being targeted by the heroine in advance? Will he be killed by the heroine in advance?
An Qingli was wearing a curtain hat and thinking about this problem while walking around the market.
It is possible. After all, she is just a rookie in the Qi refining stage. A foundation-building monk can take care of her.
Should we kill the original heroine in advance?
An Qingli suddenly thought secretly that only others could plot against her, and she could not take the initiative to plot against others.
If I could kill the original heroine...
Wow......
An Qingli thought excitedly for a while, then calmly gave up.
Not to mention that Ye Zhilan is blessed with good luck, but her mutated ice spirit root must have been specially protected by the Ye family and the sect. She must have some unknown means of saving her life. Anyone who wants to harm her must be there.
There will be no benefit.
It’s better not to touch the darling of heaven who is destined to die, lest you get burned and become cannon fodder.
After thinking about this, An Qingli made up his mind and decided to walk around Ye Zhilan in the future. After all, the Fengyu Secret Realm is so big that it is not something that can be encountered casually.
"Xiao Li'er, what are you thinking about?" the fox that turned into the size of a hamster said.
An Qingli twitched his lips: "Ye Zhilan is too strong, she is thinking about how to save her life. Moreover, she was at the eleventh level of Qi refining five years ago. With her cultivation speed, she would have been able to build the foundation long ago. However, for the sake of Feng Yu Secret Realm, she was forced to suppress
It’s there, it’s just that there’s no breakthrough.”
"Tsk, a little girl from the Ye family dares to kill Mu Sheng's direct disciple? Even the Ji family doesn't have the guts!" the little fox said firmly.
"That's not true." An Qingli thought for a while and said, "There are many people who died in the secret realm. If there are no witnesses, who knows who committed the murder. Moreover, no matter how strong your backing is, you will die when you die.
Even if someone avenges you after death, what's the point."
The little fox thought of the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum grass it had swallowed in its early years when it was innocent and ignorant, and then it agreed with this truth.
The owner of the Ganoderma lucidum grass was a once-in-a-millennium talisman-making prodigy. After the Ganoderma lucidum grass was swallowed, although the owner was very angry for it, he was not forced to accept the reality in the end.
Sure enough, a backer is just a backer, and you still have to rely on yourself to survive.
"I'm still too weak." An Qingli sighed, "If you think that if I were really killed by Ye Zhilan, the sect would definitely not let Ye Zhilan pay for her life. It would punish her for decades at most. Even the master's scumbag fighting ability couldn't kill her.
If everyone in the Ye family avenges me, the most they can do is make the Ye family no longer have ninth-grade elixirs."
"That's not necessarily the case, Xiao Li'er." The little fox smiled proudly, "Your master is a master of alchemy, and there are many high-level monks who have received his favors when asking for medicine. As long as he says a word, those monks will be able to achieve the cause and effect of donating medicine.
Then we can kill all the chickens and dogs of the Ye family."
"Tsk, that's true. My master is a master of alchemy!" An Qingli felt a little bit more proud. With a good master around, at least the enemy would have worries when they take action. "But no matter how strong the master's appeal is, he will become stronger if he saves his life."
You have to rely on yourself.”
Thinking about this, An Qingli stepped into a Qubao Pavilion again and selected a Wanxiang Pearl.
The Pearl of Ten Thousand Phases is refined from the inner elixir of the East China Sea shark. A monk holds the Pearl of Ten Thousand Phases in his mouth and can change his appearance at will according to his thoughts. Even the Nascent Soul monks cannot discern its true appearance.
An Qingli thought that even if the Wanxiang Pearl couldn't escape Ye Zhilan's cold eyes, it could help her avoid some people she didn't want to see, such as Ye Zhilan's many admirers who had appeared or were about to appear.
An Qingli, who had taken off his curtain and hat, came out of Qubao Pavilion with the Wanxiang Pearl in his mouth, and had transformed into a delicate and clean ordinary boy. There was nothing he could do, the Wanxiang Pearl could only change the monk's appearance, but not his body shape.
Despite this, this Wanxiang Pearl still spent all the spiritual stones An Qingli earned from selling pills, and also added three sixth-grade bone-renewing pills. Because the Fengyu Secret Realm is about to open, the monks who enter will inevitably break their arms.
Broken leg, so the value of the bone-retaining pill has doubled, and its price continues to soar.
"Hey, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep the spirit stone in my life."
An Qingli, who transformed into an ordinary boy, looked up at the sky and sighed, there are still many things he needs to buy.
"Xiao Li'er, I want to go to Lingshan Tower and eat Lingshan!" The little fox twitched its nose and started to make a fuss in An Qingli's arms.
Lingshan Restaurant is the most famous restaurant in this city, cooking all kinds of delicious spiritual meals. As long as you can afford the price, you can eat many unexpected good things.
The master chefs at Lingshan House are all trained in cooking, which is the so-called food cultivation.
A skilled chef can combine many ingredients to maximize the medicinal properties of the ingredients, allowing customers to enjoy delicious food while nourishing the body with the medicinal properties and aura of the ingredients themselves.
Although there are not many monks who attach great importance to food and drink, eating and drinking can increase the spiritual energy in the body, and there is no need to worry about leaving impurities and erysipelas, so why not do it.
Of course, the premise is that you have enough wealth.
"Well, I heard that Lingshan Restaurant can bring its own ingredients, right?" An Qingli, who had an empty wallet, confirmed again.
"Yes, you can also exchange spiritual grass for monster meat." The little fox licked his lips and said solemnly, "Let's make it clear first, I only eat meat, not grass!"
"clear!"
An Qingli took the little fox and walked into Lingshan Building with his head held high.
The aroma of spiritual herbs and spiritual meals is everywhere in the Lingshan Tower, making people feel greedy.
"This little fellow Taoist, is this in a private room or in the lobby?" The waiter greeted him enthusiastically and handed over a jade slip. The jade slip recorded in detail the delicacies that Lingshan Restaurant can provide, as well as the prices and effects of each delicacy.
The lobby is very lively, which is in stark contrast to the ice and snow outside. Business in the building is always booming, and many monks gather together to jointly order a dish.
An Qingli glanced around and saw An Qingjin and several other Tianyun Sect disciples.
After five years of not seeing each other, An Qingjin has grown into a masculine, handsome and handsome young man with strong muscles, and his cultivation has reached the eleventh level of Qi refining.
"Private room." An Qingli brought the shrunken seven-tailed fox, not wanting to reveal his identity.
After the words fell, An Qingjin seemed to feel something. He raised his eyes and looked at An Qingli, who had transformed into an ordinary boy. He was stunned for a moment and then hesitantly said: "Qingli?"
An Qingli didn't expect that An Qingjin could still hear her voice after five years, so he nodded slightly.
An Qingjin was very happy. He briefly said a few words to the disciples who were traveling with him, and then walked quickly towards An Qingli.
When the waiter saw this, he took the two of them to the private room on the second floor.
"Two guests, what would you like to order?" The waiter handed another jade slip to An Qingjin.
"I don't need it." An Qingjin was a little embarrassed. Most of the good things he had gained through experience had been exchanged for contribution points in the sect, so he couldn't entertain guests.
"It doesn't matter, I'll treat you to this meal." An Qingli said generously, "I have been at the Spiritual Medicine Peak for several years and there is no shortage of medicinal herbs. Cousin, there is no need to be polite to me."
An Qingjin smiled heartily: "Okay, I'll treat you to the next meal."
An Qingli, who finally came to the Lingshan Building, put her spiritual consciousness into the jade slips and carefully investigated. There were plenty of spiritual herbs in her mustard seed space, so she planned to choose a few spiritual dishes that were most suitable for her.
An Qingjin suppressed the many questions in his mind and had nothing to do, so he also studied the jade slips in his hand.