This time the sect’s flying boat is a small shuttle-type flying boat, which is extremely fast, but its comfort is greatly reduced.
Except for the elders and deacons who have separate rooms to rest, they, the Qi Refining disciples, are all in one place.
The deck is not big, and it is crowded with people from front to back.
Probably in order to save spiritual stones, Feizhou did not activate the spiritual energy shield, but only activated a simple protective array.
The scorching heat outside made the initial excitement of going out gradually replaced by anxiety and boredom.
Cheng Yan and Ji Qiuyu were sitting in a corner.
Both of them had spiritual umbrellas hanging above their heads.
Ji Qiuyu looked at Cheng Yan in confusion.
"You haven't stopped since you boarded the boat. What are the contents of these bottles and jars?"
"You'll know after you try it."
Cheng Yan picked up a white wide-mouth bottle and handed over a silver spoon.
"Eat?"
Ji Qiuyu took it dubiously, opened the lid of the white bottle, and felt a blast of cool air.
Inside is snow-white ice slag mixed with colorful spiritual fruit pulp, which is fresh in color and greatly increases your appetite.
Qi refining disciples have not yet abstained from grains and still pursue delicious food.
"Forgot this." Cheng Yan grabbed a handful of shelled melon seeds and sprinkled them on them.
Ji Qiuyu nodded: "It looks more appetizing when decorated like this."
She immediately took a bite with a silver spoon and ate it, her brows immediately relaxed.
"How's it going? Does it taste good?"
"The fruity flavor is strong, the flower seeds are crispy, and the refreshing taste is just right. You bought so many spiritual fruits before, just for this."
This is natural. She thought of it when she saw those spiritual fruits. After all, she is poor now.
Cheng Yuan quickened the movements of his hands, and bottles of fruit shaved ice quickly filled the open space in front of him.
Ji Qiuyu was already eye-catching, but now she was eating with gusto, which quickly attracted her disciples to come over to inquire.
"Junior Sister Ji, and this..."
"My surname is Cheng."
"Junior Sister Cheng, what are you eating?"
Cheng Yan took out the wooden sign that he had prepared long ago and put it up in front of him. It read: [Beiyuan Specialty: Fruity Shaved Ice, Twenty Spiritual Stones per Bottle.]
Attached is a line of text: [Bottles and spoons are not given and must be recycled after consumption.]
The senior brother in front of me became excited when he saw Beiyuan's specialties. Then he saw the fresh pulp in Ji Qiuyu's bottle, with a refreshing and cool smell.
Without saying a word, I bought the spiritual stone.
When he had it in his mouth, he immediately praised: "The heat in my body is gone, Junior Sister Cheng, this is really good food."
As he said that, he bought a few more bottles and shared them with the senior brothers and sisters he had made friends with.
After going back and forth, the news that Beiyuan's specialty fruit-flavored shaved ice was sold in the corner of the deck spread throughout the ship.
More fellow students came to buy.
Who wouldn’t want to have such a refreshing ice drink in a hot and crowded spaceship?
"Don't worry, don't worry, it's all there."
Fortunately, Cheng Yan had already done most of the work before, otherwise the rush of disciples from the sect would have really overwhelmed her.
"Give me a bottle."
A familiar voice came, and Cheng Yan raised his eyes and smiled at Lin Jialuo: "Senior brother, this is your fiftieth portion. I will give you more ingredients and a higher price. Thirty spiritual stones, sincere favor!" p>
Lin Jialuo's eyes suddenly opened wide. Others were giving discounts at certain times, so why did he have to increase the price?
"Junior sister, I didn't offend you, did I?"
"Why not? Just call me: this junior sister!"
What's going on? This junior sister with a sly smile looks more and more familiar.
Lin Jialuo rolled his eyes and suddenly pointed at her excitedly: "You, you, you, you are——"
Seeing that he recognized her, Cheng Yan said: "Now do you think this shaved ice is worth thirty spiritual stones for a portion?"
"It's worth it, it's worth it!" Lin Jialuo admired it while looking at it.
The students around him who knew Lin Jialuo were all surprised.
You must know that Lin Jialuo is famous for being a tough guy. Could it be that this female disciple is good-looking and wants to make this beauty smile?
Or is this food really that delicious?
The disciples who were watching could not help but buy one to try.
"Young City Master, there is a disciple over there selling shaved ice. I asked someone to buy you some." A female disciple offered the bottle in a flattering manner.
Yanchu wanted to refuse, but when she saw the crystal clear water in the bottle, she felt her index finger move.
So she took it.
The female disciple was overjoyed: "Young City Master, my name is Li Tong. If you have anything to do in the future, just tell me."
Several female disciples around immediately cast disdainful looks.
Although the annoying maid beside the young city lord is not here this time, they all want to take this opportunity to make friends with the young city lord. But they still look down on others who are so flattering to please.
Li Tong doesn't care about other people's opinions, she finally got along with the Young City Lord.
As she spoke, she couldn't help but take a spoonful of the food in her hand.
Well, it's ice cold, fragrant and crispy.
"I didn't expect that this thing is really delicious. You can also add sugar according to your own taste, especially the flower seeds, which are full of grains, crispy... crispy!"
Why is this smell so familiar?
Li Tong's eyes suddenly widened: "This is my flower!"
……
Cheng Yuan has sold out all the cut spiritual fruits today. Although there are less than a hundred fellow disciples on the flying boat, some fellow disciples have eaten one portion and want another, and have bought and bought again.
In addition, some were bought for the contract demons to share, so a total of 150 copies were sold.
There are still more than half of the spiritual fruits in the storage bag, so it won’t be a problem to sell them a few more times.
There were about a hundred bottles and spoons recovered. While Cheng Yuan was waiting, a female disciple rushed towards her in a menacing manner.
"So you are the bitch——"
Snap!
A leaf of Lingfucao stopped her in her tracks.
Cheng Yan also saw the person coming clearly and said casually: "It's you. I just bought two bottles. Do you want to add more? No more. Everything is sold out today."
"Bah! Who wants to eat your food!" Li Tong smashed the entire bottle in his hand.
Cheng Yan did not dodge, but only formed a spiritual energy barrier in front of him.
The bottle was bounced away and shattered when it hit the ground. The ice water inside splashed all over Li Tong.
Li Tong was so angry that he itched his teeth: "Give me back my flower!"
Cheng Yuan took out a handful of melon seeds and distributed them to several fellow disciples around him.
"Fellow brothers, please help me take a look. Is there a name written on this flower? I don't know why the thing in my hand belongs to this same sect?"
A group of people immediately started eating melon seeds.
"Yes, the taste is pure. It is produced by the authentic Sunflower King Demon, not bad."
"It's delicious, but the taste is too simple. I heard that in Fangshi in the south, the flower seeds have other flavors, such as milky flavor, garlic flavor..."
"Yeah, it's gone so quickly, please give me some points from this junior sister."
Li Tong was so angry that he was jealous and his neck was thick: "I, Li Tong, am the only one in the entire sect who has the Sunflower King Demon! You were the one who severely injured my Flower Demon in the black market that day! It has not recovered yet! You, you still don't admit it, I
...Woo woo..."
Li Tong suddenly hugged his head and started crying, completely ignoring the opinions of people around him.
This momentum shocked Cheng Yan.
If she continues to provoke, hit or scold her, Cheng Yan will not be afraid of her.
After all, this is the rule of the black market. On the competition stage, life and death are determined by fate. There is no such thing as settling scores. Let alone collecting trophies.
But now she breaks down and cries, and she cries so miserably.
I can’t fix it for Cheng Yuan all of a sudden...
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