Jiang Siming didn't want to ride in the carriage anymore. After playing for several days, he had to get down to business.
After paying the coachman, Jiang Siming gave the two sisters another sum of silver.
Yuan Qingshuang immediately thought that Jiang Siming wanted to send them away with money, and immediately begged: "Master, can you not drive us away? We really want to learn immortality, and we can endure hardships and stand hard work, and can do any job."
As soon as Yuan Qingmiao heard her sister's words, she immediately hugged Jiang Siming's thigh, with tears on her face ready to come out.
Jiang Siming laughed and said, "Who said I would drive you away?"
"Ah? Then..."
Jiang Siming replied amusingly: "I'm going to let you spend money to find a better inn to stay in first. I'm going to the hinterland of Zhongzhou to do some errands. After I come back, I'll take you to join the sect to become a disciple."
Only then did Yuan Qingshuang react, her face extremely embarrassed.
"Then...Master, how long will you be leaving?"
Jiang Siming replied: "It can take as little as a few days, or as long as a few months. During this period, if you regret it, you can leave at any time without any psychological burden."
When Yuan Qingshuang heard this, she shook her head like a rattle and said firmly: "Master, we won't leave! We will always wait for you!"
Jiang Siming nodded and said: "Okay, you should take care of yourself and wait until I come back to talk about anything else."
After saying that, Jiang Siming disappeared from the place the next second.
Yuan Qingshuang was stunned for a few seconds before she was sure that Jiang Siming had left and disappeared on the spot. What kind of magical power is this, dear?
The master I worshiped was indeed extremely powerful.
At the same time, Yuan Qingshuang became more and more determined to learn immortality from Jiang Siming!
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At this time, the Demonic Beast Mountain Range in the hinterland of Zhongzhou was full of flying lights, and countless monks were shuttled at the entrance.
It's like a festive market, bustling with activity.
The Monster Mountain Range was originally very dangerous, and few monks usually visited it.
But recently, these monks seem to be possessed by a demon, and they are all rushing here, and there are also many monks from other states.
It seems like a monk's banquet is being held here, and it seems that everyone is gathered together, regardless of whether they are demonic cultivators or righteous monks.
Moreover, the monks who came here are not low in strength and have very little foundation building period.
The golden elixirs are everywhere, and so are the Nascent Souls.
You can even occasionally see a few powerful beings in the out-of-body stage!
The reason for this is naturally that a great treasure is about to arrive in the Monster Mountain Range.
Moreover, according to legend, the auspicious sign of this important treasure is likely to be a high-grade spiritual weapon-level treasure.
As for the monks below the Golden Core stage, although they also want to get involved, they are also self-aware.
Big bosses are all vying for this kind of treasure. If they join in the fun, isn't it tantamount to seeking death?
Of course, there are also those who just go there to join in the fun, wanting to see the real scene of the birth of a heavy treasure, or to see how other big guys fight and learn from their experiences and insights.
In short, the Monster Mountain Range has become the most popular place now.
"We don't need so many people. It's like trying to defeat a wild boss in an online game."
At this moment, Jiang Siming rushed to the entrance of the Demonic Beast Mountain Range.
Too lazy to fly, I simply walked in and mingled with a group of mortals.
This wave, this wave is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.
I saw that the excitement here was more than a hundred times higher than when the Demon Abyss was opened.
There is almost no place to walk, there are people every few meters.
He is such a tall person, and when he looks ahead, he looks like a Chinese Spring Festival Transport Railway Station.
It's even more interesting in the sky, because there are too many people, and if someone is not paying attention, he can't stop and bumps into a nearby monk.
Often after the collision, both parties would exchange greetings and then fight.
Of course, the premise is that your strength is similar to that of the opponent before you dare to take action.
Otherwise, if there is a big gap in cultivation, then the one with low cultivation will naturally have to apologize and even lose some money to avoid disaster.
Jiang Siming was walking and watching the show, and he was enjoying the show when suddenly a voice sounded, a bit eager and mysterious.
"This little brother, I see you are covered with dark clouds, your hall is dark, and you have a lifeless look on your face. I'm afraid something big is going to happen!"
Jiang Siming turned around to look, and saw an old man with white beard and hair standing next to him. He had a fair face and was wearing a hexagram robe. He looked a bit like an immortal and an expert.
Next to the old man, there is a little girl about eight or nine years old who is about the same age as Yuan Qingmiao. She has two sky-high pigtails and is lively and cute.
He also held a bunch of candied haws in his hand and ate it with gusto.
Does anyone dare to tell his fortune?
Jiang Siming smiled and asked, "You mean I'm going to suffer a bloody disaster?"
"Yes, that's right. I saw that you were so handsome and talented, little brother, and couldn't bear that you died young, so I said it." The old man said with a look of regret.
If ordinary people heard this, they would probably beat them up, who would talk like that?
Jiang Siming stopped and said with a hint of ridicule: "Then tell me, how can you get rid of this bloody disaster of mine?"
The old man didn't speak, and made a small movement with his hand on his back, as if signaling to the little girl next to him.
But the little girl was busy eating candied haws of sugar and didn't see it for a while.
The old man was a little anxious and coughed heavily. The little girl finally heard it and blurted out: "Pay the money first to tell the fortune, and one fortune will be counted."
Good guys, the agents have all been brought out.
The old man wanted to pretend to be superior and was embarrassed to ask for money, so he brought a little girl out to open his mouth for him.
Jiang Siming suppressed his laughter and happily took out a gold bar and waved it in front of the old man's eyes.
"Is this enough?"
When the old man saw the gold, his eyes lit up and he quickly signaled to the girl's men.
The girl took the gold bar and happily put it in her pocket, saying: "Enough, enough, enough for my grandfather to drink for a year."
"Ahem...the little girl is talking nonsense. Ignore her. We are still talking about fortune-telling."
The old man said and asked Jiang Siming: "Dare you ask me my name and birthday?"
Jiang Siming joked: "You can even see my bloody disaster, but you still can't figure out my name? It can't be fake, then I have to take back my gold bars."
"Haha, of course you can, of course, but I know I can only count three times a day. I have used them all before, and now I only have the last one left. If I use this opportunity to calculate my brother's identity, then I won't have to do it later.
Already."
The old man laughed and found a perfect excuse to excuse himself.
Then he took out a pen and paper, handed it to Jiang Siming and said, "Let's do this. Just write any words on the paper and I will guess your good or bad luck."
"Is it okay to write two sentences?" Jiang Siming asked.
"Two? Two will do!"
Jiang Siming also cooperated very well and wrote two big words on the paper: idiot.
The old man took it over and looked at it. He was stunned. What do these two words mean?