Ling Qingzhu was a little entangled in her heart. It wasn't that she couldn't get money, but she felt that the money she got in that way wasn't glamorous enough.
However, this entanglement only lasted for a moment and then disappeared. There was nothing shameful about making enough food and clothing by oneself, and using the money obtained by one's own ability, Ling Qingzhu convinced himself.
Cloud Explorer.
Looking at the extra storage ring in his hand, Ling Qingzhu sighed in his heart: "I didn't expect that I would reach this point one day, but forget it, if I meet him again next time, I will make it up to him.
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Ling Qingzhu had a good choice of people to attack. She was embarrassed to attack those who were low-level warriors who had a hard life and seemed to be worrying about training resources, so she chose an elegant white-faced scholar who looked to be only ten or twenty years old.
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At this age, there is such a strong cultivator. For such a person, one less storage ring should not be a big deal, and it will be easy to make up for it in the future.
It is still difficult for Ling Qingzhu to use the Xuan-level martial arts skill of Cloud Exploration Hand with the vitality he currently has in his body.
After all, the target's cultivation level was much stronger than that of Ling Qingzhu now. In order not to be noticed, she had to suppress the fluctuations of her vitality when she used her vitality.
Turning around and entering an alley, Ling Qingzhu put his consciousness into the storage ring to see if this loss of integrity could solve the problem of his current lack of money.
"Well."
Looking at the silver in the storage ring, Ling Qingzhu fell into deep thought.
Is it possible that even a Pulse Condensation Realm monk in this world is so rich?
Or maybe the elegant and white-faced scholar just now is actually a super rich second generation?
Or is it that the value of silver currency in this world is actually not high?
This was the first time in fourteen years that Ling Qingzhu left the Ling family, and it was also the first time in these fourteen years that Ling Qingzhu got money in her hands.
Ling Qingzhu's understanding of this world is limited, and most of it is limited to the written plots in her past life memories.
If she could know the identity of the white-faced scholar just now, she wouldn't be so surprised.
This storage ring is definitely a huge sum of money for her today.
On the other side, the white-faced scholar was passing by a tea stall and wanted to buy a bowl of tea. When he was checking out, he touched his body, and his heart suddenly went cold. Then he touched it up and down, left and right, and all the thoughts of luck in his heart disappeared.
"Ah, what the hell did that do? I didn't expect that my young master would be pecked in the eye by a goose all day long."
The white-faced scholar suddenly howled miserably, his elegant temperament no longer existed, and he looked like a ruffian.
"Um?"
Seeing the white-faced scholar suddenly acting like this when he was about to pay, two big men in smart clothes walked out from behind the shopkeeper.
They often see them eating Overlord meals in restaurants, but it's really rare that they do this while drinking a bowl of tea.
All of a sudden, other guests in the tea tent also cast their gazes over.
The white-faced scholar suddenly coughed, patted the shoulders of the two big men in fancy clothes, then pretended to take out a few pieces of broken silver from his sleeves and said to the tea shed owner: "Is that enough?"
Putting the broken silver on the table, the white-faced scholar pushed away the two big men blocking his way and left the tea shed.
The two well-dressed men were obviously hired thugs in the tea shed to prevent trouble. Seeing that the white-faced scholar was willing to accept the money, they did not continue to stop him.
In fact, if there was a fight, the white-faced scholar would not be afraid of those two well-dressed men who were only at the first or second level of the Pulse Condensation Realm.
After all, strength in this world is not determined by size, but it would be too embarrassing if they really started fighting over a bowl of tea money.
After the white-faced scholar swaggered out of the teahouse, he checked that no one was chasing him, and then he used his skills and left in a flash.
It wasn't until a moment later that the two well-dressed men discovered that the pieces of silver on their bodies were missing, and they chased after them in anger.
But at this time, how could they find anyone on the streets?
As for Ling Qingzhu, after she got the money, she randomly found two unlucky guys in the alley and controlled them with her moon pupils, and asked them to buy a carriage with some money.
Although Yuetong is limited by Ling Qingzhu's cultivation and cannot control people's hearts as he pleases, he can use illusions to guide other people's hearts in certain aspects, or block other people's caution.
Although almost no one outside the Ling family knew Ling Qingzhu, the best option was to let others handle the matter in public.
Ling Qingzhu had no doubt that the Ling family would find out, but she needed to delay being found out as much as possible.
The energy that had just been restored was exhausted again. While the two unlucky guys were going to buy a carriage, Ling Qingzhu began to slowly recover in the alley.
Half an hour later, a carriage stopped at the entrance of the alley, and two unlucky guys who had been controlled walked in.
Ling Qingzhu's consciousness spread out, and after finding nothing wrong, she ordered the two unlucky men to act as coachmen. She then carried the body of her mother Lu Yuner into the carriage.
"Let's go out of the city." Ling Qingzhu ordered the two of them.
"yes."
"Pa, it's time to drive."
The carriage was driven, and Ling Qingzhu did not waste this time and began to purify and compress his own vitality.
The gap between Ling Qingzhu's current life and her last life is really huge. It's a hell start in every sense of the word. If she hadn't awakened her past life memories at the critical moment, she might have been silenced.
The same goes for Tian Que. No matter how much vitality she absorbed in her previous life, Tian Que could help her compress and purify it. However, unfortunately, Tian Que was finally broken into pieces by the other three god emperors, leaving only the hilt of the sword.
In this life, Ling Qingzhu has the memory of the God Emperor for hundreds of years, but he has lost the golden finger plug-in that he relied on for hundreds of years in the previous life. It is not known whether this is a profit or a loss.
"Herod."
The horse neighed, and then the unlucky coachman reported to Ling Qingzhuhui in the carriage: "Miss, I'm afraid we can't get out of the city. The city gate is blocked for some reason."
Hearing this, Ling Qingzhu came out of the state of purifying his vitality and ordered: "I have a secret order from the city lord to leave the city. There must be no mistakes in the secret order. You go and notify the gatekeeper general and let him come and check it in person."
"Yes, miss."
The unlucky man who acted as the coachman responded, and one of them jumped off the carriage and squeezed through the crowd in front.
"Get out of the way."
Soon, Ling Qingzhu heard a burst of shouting.
"Miss, General Liu Shou has arrived." The unfortunate guy who jogged back first reported to Ling Qingzhuhui.
"Well, let General Liu Shou come in."
Ling Qingzhu moved her position and moved to a position where she was blocked by the car curtain so that others could never see her face from the angle of the carriage.
As for the clothes worn by the maid of the Ling family, there is no problem.
Shoutai City has been controlled by the Ling family. Even the city lord is a member of the Ling family's collateral clan, and the maids among them all wear the same clothes.