Ji Mo laughed at himself, just taking it as a joke.
How is it possible for such a beautiful girl to warm her bed?
As a mortal who is poor and unable to practice, he is like a toad. How could a swan take a fancy to him?
Ji Mo knew his identity very well and did not dare to have any extravagant expectations or improper thoughts. He just regarded Tang Xueyi as a friend.
Tang Xueyi suddenly became very depressed. She finally summoned up the courage to confess her love boldly, but was declined. As expected, she was still not worthy of Mr. Ji.
That's right, for such a high-ranking person, his status is unimaginable. It is estimated that only heavenly fairies can reach such heights. How could he have unrealistic and extravagant hopes?
However, when I look at Mr. Ji, my heart is always beating like a drum and I can't control myself.
the other side.
Huineng is doubting life.
It's the same broken silver wrapped in paper, no different. Why is Fan Jingxing so excited?
Then he was even more surprised, seeing Fan Jingxing's whole body filled with Dao charm, and his cultivation level rising steadily.
There must be some details that I have overlooked.
Huineng calmed down his mind and carefully observed the broken silver in his hand, and he found a clue.
It turned out that the problem was not with the money, but with the paper.
I saw a "swastika" character pattern written on the crumpled white paper.
At first glance, it seems unremarkable.
But when I sensed it carefully, I suddenly felt the vast Buddha Dharma pouring in, and my ears seemed to hear the chanting of three thousand Buddhas, all of which were the exquisite Dharma of the Supreme Buddha.
The sound of Zen surrounds the ears, and the Buddha's thoughts enter the heart!
"Amitabha!"
Huineng clasped his hands together, with a majestic appearance, golden light glowing from his body, and a ray of sacred breath rose from the heavenly spirit cap.
"Damn, these two fools are making a lot of money, this is the rhythm of becoming a saint!"
Tianpeng felt sour in his heart. The master's rewards were indeed as generous as ever, but he had not made any achievements recently, so he could only stare blankly.
If things go on like this, his status will probably get lower and lower in the future, and Tianpeng feels a strong sense of crisis in his heart.
"Oh, it turns out that when you work under Mr. Ji, you have to pay hard to get big rewards."
The Ginseng King suddenly understood.
But then he squatted on the ground, scratching his face and cheeks, thinking hard, feeling as if he was really useless except for being eaten.
Ah, I am the number one ginseng in the Xuanling Realm, but I am actually useless and a waste!
When I thought of this, the leaves of Ginseng King suddenly withered, and I felt that life was bleak.
In the distance, Hong Qiantu saw Fan Jingxing and Huineng making breakthroughs one after another. He hammered his chest so hard that his intestines could no longer be green with regret.
Why don't you just persevere? You're only one step away from Mr. Ji, but you end up giving up halfway.
There is nothing he regrets more than this in the world. If he had another chance, he would definitely not be able to afford it.
Hong Qian Tuhun left without leaving home, racking his brains to think about how he could get Ji Mo's forgiveness.
Xuan Ao was dejected. The three of them worked together, and both of them benefited greatly, but he did not.
After all, what I did was not good enough?
"Useless stick, from now on you will follow this old turtle, loosen the soil, weed, and take good care of this vegetable garden."
Ji Mo pointed at Xuan Ao lying in the vegetable field and gave instructions to the Ginseng King.
As a face-control person, I still don't want to see the ginseng king who looks too frustrated, so I arrange errands for it casually.
Ginseng and tortoise, if you get along well with each other, maybe it will taste even more delicious when stewed in the same pot in the future.
The Ginseng King didn't know what Ji Mo, a foodie, really thought, so he burst into tears and was very grateful to Ji Mo for his appreciation.
It walked on short legs and trotted to Xuan Ao. A radish squatted into the ground, with countless roots digging into the soil, exuding its own scent and nourishing the garden full of fruits and vegetables.
Xuan Ao Turtle's body trembled, his face was filled with astonishment, and then tears flowed down.
As expected, Mr. Ji has not forgotten me and actually allowed this mutated ten-grade ten-thousand-year-old ginseng king to follow him. This is the greatest gift.
With King Ginseng by his side, his cultivation speed is dozens of times faster than usual. Although the effect may not be obvious in a short time, over time, he will gain the most.
As expected, Mr. Ji had a steelyard in his mind and knew exactly who got how much credit.
Xuan Ao was full of energy and motivation, thinking to himself: Huineng, Fan Jingxing, you two old idiots must have never thought that I am the person that Mr. Ji values the most... Turtle!
The Ginseng King looked at Xuan Ao with a dull and silly smile on his face, and quickly moved away for fear of being infected.
Then it took aim at the iron tripod not far away and rushed towards it excitedly.
"Ah, what the hell is this?"
The ginseng king was adsorbed on the iron tripod, feeling an unmatched force frantically extracting the essence from its body.
In just a few breaths, his chubby body became dry, almost being sucked into a dried radish.
Inside the iron tripod, a pattern exactly like the ginseng king appeared.
The King of Life was still frightened, so he obediently returned to Xuan Ao, saying nothing and not moving away.
If you don't listen to Mr. Ji, you will be in great danger.
What on earth is that black iron tripod? It’s so scary!
"Don't mess with that cauldron, it's most likely a mythical equipment embryo forged by Mr. Ji." Xuan Ao kindly reminded.
"Mythical level!"
The ginseng king let out a sharp breath of cold air.
The levels of equipment can be roughly divided into: common, rare, inheritance, epic, legend, fantasy, fairy, myth, etc.
Since the passage connecting all realms in the Xuanling Realm was cut off, the entire Xuanling Realm has never seen mythical equipment appear in the world, but now, we actually see a mythical embryonic device!
Once this embryo is completely formed and becomes a true artifact, its power will be enough to sweep across the entire Xuanling World!
"Mr. Ji is most likely playing a big game of chess and plotting against the entire Xuanling World!" Xuan Ao said cautiously.
"Conspiracy to plot the entire Xuanling Realm? Little turtle, you are still too young."
The Ginseng King stroked the ten flowers and leaves on his head and said inscrutably: "You don't understand. The water in the Xuanling Realm is too shallow. I'm afraid I can't raise Mr. Ji, a real dragon!"
Recalling the scene at Tongtian Peak, Mr. Ji was not afraid of the rolling thunder, insulting God, and facing the hard steel of divine punishment.
It can be judged from this that Mr. Ji is most likely a god who has fallen into the mortal world. He has a blood feud and will be killed one day.
At the thought, the Ginseng King gasped again, inexplicably horrified.
Xuan Ao took a look and realized that this ginseng king seemed to know some terrible secret.
He was itching and kept probing, but King Ginseng had a very strict tone and refused to speak.
But the Ginseng King still gave a friendly reminder: "Little turtle, you have to practice hard. Your cultivation is too low. I'm afraid you won't even be qualified to be cannon fodder next to Mr. Ji in the future."
"What kind of cultivation is required to be qualified to be Mr. Ji's cannon fodder?" Xuan Ao asked humbly.