Be a Salted Fish In the Harem Text

There was such a scene in the group arena, and the rest of the people didn't have much interest in watching the match.

But no matter what, the three places in the outer sect still have to be contended for. If you are lucky enough to be able to enter the inner sect, wouldn't it be a matter of reaching the sky in one step?

Mu Sheng bet her spirit stones on Meng Yan, and the reward came even faster. Nearly 100,000 spirit stones made her change her predicament all at once, surpassing her senior brothers and sisters to become the richest person in the outer sect . The eyes of the brothers in the manor were full of resentment, and they were unwilling to let go of the storage bag full of spirit stones. Finally, under the urging eyes of Mu Sheng, they asked again and again: "Master, who do you think can win?"

The people on the stage are all inconspicuous characters, and there is no extra writing in the plot. Mu Sheng can judge with his own eyesight, but what if he loses? She thought about it for a moment, then simply replied "I don't know" and sent the senior brother who was sitting in the manor away.

One hundred thousand spirit stones, shouldn't all the "weeds" in the spirit field be shoveled? She is going to buy a lot of baby seeds in the Treasure Pavilion of Stargazing Fairy City—

Just when Mu Sheng was thinking about how to spend the Lingshi, the deacon said her name. Mu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then walked towards the ring with difficult steps. She was unlucky, and met a master who was expected to hit the top three. The other party had a fierce face, and obviously she would not feel sorry for her because she was a female cultivator.

"Where's your sword?"

Everyone in the outer sect knew that Junior Sister Mu's dream was to become a sword cultivator, even though she practiced sword rain or shine, even though she would be knocked out by the sword energy.

Mu Sheng let out a bewildered "Ah", took out the Qin that was carried behind her back, met her senior brother's cold gaze, and said, "I won't practice swords anymore."

The senior brother on the stage couldn't help but ask, "You want to be a music cultivator?" Why do you want to be a music cultivator in Tianyanzong? Go to the Seven Strings Gate? Seeing that Mu Sheng didn't answer, he shuddered, cupped his hands and said, "Junior Sister, I've offended you." Then he turned his sword light, and the sword wind swept across.

Mu Sheng didn't want to win, but she also didn't want to lose too miserably. The spiritual energy in her body was circulating, and her movements were erratic. The sharp sword light couldn't touch the corner of her clothes at all. However, Mu Sheng kept walking backwards, and retreated to the edge of the ring. She let out an "ah", blinked quickly and said, "Senior brother, I lost!" Then she fell off the stage.

Let alone the deacon, even the disciples from the outer sect could see through her contrived performance. Everyone looked at the arena with blank faces, but Mu Sheng had already slipped down quickly, from Luo Changhuai's arms. Zhong took Achou. She has participated in the Zongmen Dabi, and now she is relaxed and can go back to her "Mountains and Rivers" to plant flowers.

In the past, when she was in the mountain gate, she only remembered to practice swords. Her steps were too fast and her heart was too eager, and she never paid attention to the surrounding scenery. At this moment, she is holding Achou in her arms and leisurely walking on the steps of the mountain gate, looking at the red, white, blue... countless scenery swaying in the wind.

The breeze blew her cheeks, and the hair was stirred by the wind, brushed a little like a feather, a little itchy.

Clouds and mist linger, and clothes flutter, as if you are in a fairyland. The more Mu Sheng thought about it, the happier she became. She couldn't beat the rhythm and sing, but her fingers couldn't be controlled at all, they moved up and down on Ah Chou's body like playing a piano.

Ah Chou was not in a good mood. With a sound of "嘤", he struggled to jump out of Mu Sheng's embrace, his dark eyes were glued to Mu Sheng's body, as if he wanted to say something, all he could say was a series of "嘤". Hey".

"Now that you have left the sect, why are you still a monster." Mu Sheng smiled softly.

Achou didn't speak, it just followed Mu Sheng slowly, and some inexplicable fragments flashed in its mind, its eyes became confused, but when Mu Sheng turned his head, the confusion disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

There are eight spiritual fields, and the vegetation is thriving.

In the small courtyard, the tall and short wooden frames have been covered with green vines and purple flowers. Spiritual power circulates, life is exuberant and majestic, and Taoism follows nature.

However, the moment Mu Sheng stepped into the small courtyard, he suddenly became alert, blocked Achou behind him, frowned and scolded: "Who?"

"Fellow Daoist really made it easy for me to find." A familiar voice came to my ears, and the blind rocker leaning on a cane came out from the corner, lighting up her old clothes covered with dust. Dew, like a Qinghe standing out from the mud.

Mu Sheng's vigilance was not fully suppressed, and she squeezed a poisonous pill with her sleeved hand, and she asked impatiently, "What are you doing here?"

Rocking Star smiled and said, "Seeking Dan."

"Then you should go to Qingxue Peak." Mu Sheng said bluntly, "I can't heal your eyes."

Yao Xing said: "If you don't cure your eyes, you can take any pill."

Mu Sheng frowned, did he take her for fun? She said displeased: "No."

Rocking Star said: "I have Lingshi."

Mu Sheng snorted coldly, and she said loudly: "I have it too." Maybe because these three words were not enough, she beamed with joy, and said very proudly, "There are one hundred thousand!" Worrying about life, what else do you ask for? What kind of pill do you make? She just wanted to sink into the recliner and sleep in it for ten or eight days of romantic sleep!

Originally, Yaoxing wanted to rely on flower spirit stones to shorten the distance between herself and Mu Sheng, but now that Mu Sheng has hundreds of thousands of money in her waist, her plan has come to nothing, and this fate cannot be renewed with spirit stones. She sighed faintly, her spiritual sense could see the small courtyard clearly, she said: "I just want to be friends with you."

The word "friend" instantly alerted Mu Sheng, in the original plot, she didn't have such a friend named Rocking Star. She shook her head and said, "I don't need friends."

Rocking Star was puzzled, "How could it be?"

Mu Sheng snorted, and said with a smile, "I have a lot of friends, so naturally I don't need a timid person who hides his name and surname to 'add the cake to the cake'." She let go of Achou and put Achou on the ground, lowering her face and shouting. "Ahchou, see off the guests!" Anyone can break into the small courtyard now, and she will one day make a formation to protect this small world well.

After hearing Mu Sheng's words, Rocking Star fell silent. It was indeed her who "hid the head and the tail", and the other party had already seen through it, but they just didn't bother to care about it. She gave a wry smile, took a deep breath and said, "My last name is—"

In a trance, Mu Sheng heard the word "Ye", and his heart skipped a beat. Impatiently, she accentuated her tone and said loudly: "Go, go!" Her hand waved, as if she was trying to expel an annoying fly.

The more she was like this, Rock Star, no, it was Ye Xingyao, the more she wanted to speak.

The words "Ye Xingyao" echoed in the courtyard until she was pushed out by the little iron beast.

The green vines in the "vision" gradually faded away, she sighed, and calculated again in disbelief, but this time the result has changed. She panicked in her heart, and looked in the direction of Tian Yanzong with her vacillating "line of sight", a smear of blood spilled from the corner of her lips, she just raised her sleeve and didn't take it to heart at all.

After Ye Xing left, Mu Sheng stretched.

She really wants to sleep, but after her consciousness sinks, she may have blurred dreams. The only thing she can do other than meditate is to read the alchemy book from the market.