Yan Yun got up early the next day. The wind and snow outside stopped and there was a slight sunlight.
She pushed the door open, but it was rare that it wasn't knocked over by the wind and snow.
The yard was filled with snow, and there was an old plum tree in the corner. Many of its branches had been broken by the heavy snow for several days.
Yan Yun picked up the broom and started cleaning the thick snow in the yard. She had not yet sorted out the things she picked up yesterday. She was going to put them away and sell them.
Cleaning up the snow was really a laborious task, and it took Yan Yun a long time to clean it just barely.
She threw everything out of the storage bag and placed it in the yard, with everything miscellaneous.
After she sorted it out, there was only a small bag containing some unknown seeds.
"System, identify this bag."
"Beep - the level of this item is too high and cannot be detected. Please try to improve the cultivation level of the host -"
Yan Yun felt happy and helpless in her heart. She was happy that this might be a good thing, but she was helpless because of her cultivation.
She was now Yu Feng's inner disciple, so she was naturally taught by him personally, but everyone could see that Yu Feng had no intention of teaching her at all.
She is only summoned once a month to check her homework and study progress.
With no one to teach her and fear of disappointing her master, the little girl had no choice but to get up early every day and go to the lecture hall where the outer disciples of the sect had classes.
As a result, he gained a bad reputation for usurping the resources of outer disciples.
She brought her things and planned to go to the town at the foot of Zongmen Mountain to pawn and sell them all.
The road was covered with snow, so she carried a broom through it all the way and managed to carve out a path to make it easier for her to walk.
Yan Yun followed his memory and came to the mountain gate without caring about other people's appraisals of him.
Their gossip spread to her ears with the wind. She couldn't control what others said, so she walked faster.
The young disciple at the gate of the mountain, who was a head shorter than her, looked at Yan Yun curiously, as if she were a strange object.
"Have you seen enough? I want to go out."
Yan Yun unfolded the identity card for a long time but didn't hear him speak, so he had to remind him.
The young disciple glanced at the ID badge awkwardly, registered her and then let her pass.
After she left, she said to others behind her back, "She is Senior Sister Yanyun. She is so fierce."
Yan Yun was not deaf, so he certainly heard it, and he felt depressed for no reason. Could it be that she had to wait until he had seen enough like a monkey in a zoo before reminding him?
After leaving the sect, she put the curtain hat on her head so as not to attract too much attention.
At the foot of the mountain is Liyuan Town, which is protected by the Changle Sect. In addition to ordinary people living there, there are also many loose immortals who come to do business.
The most famous place here is Nanmen Street in the east of the town, where a bunch of Sanxian businessmen gather, and you can find a lot of good things there.
She went down the mountain today. On the one hand, she wanted to sell the things, just in case. On the other hand, she also wanted to see if she could find anything good.
There is a branch of Lin's Pawn Shop on Nanmen Street. This is a time-honored brand. It is the largest pawn shop in the world of immortality and belongs to the Lin family, a wealthy family.
Nanmen Street is full of people coming and going, bustling and lively.
She took a look and saw that most of the people here were disciples from the Changle Sect who came to purchase.
Yan Yun didn't know the way either, because the little girl in her memory had only gone down the mountain a handful of times, so she had no choice but to find a random fairy setting up a stall to ask for directions.
"Lin's Pawn Shop, go straight here and you'll be there after turning a corner."
The gray-bearded old man looked at her wearing Changle Sect clothes, his eyes flashed, and he pretended to be serious and said: "Little girl, I see your bones are amazing, you are a martial arts prodigy, why don't you buy this technique."
The uncle stretched out his hand and presented the technique to Yan Yun.
She curiously took it and flipped through it, then closed it again three seconds later. The Book of Heaven!
"No money."
When something happens, don’t panic and say you don’t have money first.
"...I am an old man, and I support my family by selling some exercises, and they are not expensive."
The uncle didn't know where to squeeze out two drops of crocodile tears. Poor Yan Yun almost wanted to punch him to wake him up.
"No money."
"It's really not expensive, only ten low-grade spiritual stones."
"No money."
"Five dollars is fine."
The uncle who didn’t give up was determined to sell it.
"No money."
Yan Yun is also very persistent, she really has no money.
"Two pieces of low-grade spiritual stones, right? It would be rude to haggle any more."
"I really have no money."
Yan Yun looked sincere, "But I can trade this with you."
She picked out a few of the best devil's weeds and said, "Okay, okay, I'll take it."
Yan Yun didn't want it at first, but since the uncle was so persistent, and she couldn't understand a single word of the technique, it might really be useful.
"You damn poor guy, just pick it, that's fine!"
The uncle cursed and accepted it, "Don't let me see you again, go away quickly."
"..."
Yan Yun, who was scolded, walked towards the pawn holding a useless exercise book.
The system looked at Yan Yun who had collected another piece of useless garbage, and sighed silently in his heart. Isn't this host really addicted to picking up garbage?
Lin's Pawn Shop is really impressive. The big gold god of wealth placed at the door almost blinded Yan Yun.
"Hello, I want to pawn something."
The stage was so high that Yan Yun couldn't see the people on it even if he raised his head.
"What do you want to pawn, little girl?"
The gentle male voice came from above the head, like the breeze blowing in the willows, with a hint of smile.
"A lot of bits and pieces."
Yan Yun could imagine his grace just by listening to the voice. She raised her hand and placed the storage bag on the counter.
At first, Pei Yixing thought about how fragmented it would be. When he opened the storage bag, a bunch of messy things were piled up on the counter, and some even fell down and hit Yan Yun's head.
She covered her head, picked up the things that fell on the ground and put them back on. These were all money.
"Are you going to rob someone?"
It took Pei Yixing a while to say one sentence, "You think these are rubbish, and how much money are they worth."
"No, they were all picked up."
As soon as she heard about the robbery, Yan Yun suddenly became a little nervous. She was afraid that these people would arrest her indiscriminately.
"Picked it up? You know how to pick it up, Xiaohe, count it for her."
He laughed and then called someone to come over and sort them out.
"Okay."
Xiaohe was the one who greeted her at the door just now. He was not tall and moved very quickly. He was surprised when he saw the counter full of things.
"Oh my god, why are there so many little things?"
"I have one more thing."
Yan Yun took out the white bitter grass alone and held it high.
"oh?"
The man became interested and found a strange object, "You come with me."
Pei Yixing walked out from the high counter, wearing a blue brocade robe that made him as harmless and gentle as water, but with such aura that no one dared to blaspheme.
His brows were clear and elegant, like the warm sunshine in spring, and there was a smile on his face.
"Sit down and talk. It shouldn't be that fast."
He walked behind the screen, tilted his head slightly, and invited her.
After bypassing the silver dragon carved screen, Yan Yun followed him into the inner room.
The interior decoration is elegant and luxurious, and the items placed on the mahogany shelves are dazzling and of extraordinary value. The paintings drawn with gold and silver threads are placed on the wall, constantly shining.
There was a white fox blanket on the ground, and its soft texture made Yan Yun want to touch it.
"White bitter grass is rare. Are you sure you want to sell it?"
Pei Yixing's brows revealed his innate dignity, his brows were lowered, and his movements of making tea were slow and very ornamental.
Yan Yun seemed a little embarrassed in front of him. Just looking at his appearance, he was a fairy in the sky, while she was like mud on the ground.
But she was only slightly nervous, and her eyes brightened astonishingly when she thought about the money she was about to earn.
"yes."
"I can sell it to you at a lower price than the market price, but I have a condition."
Even if she didn't say anything, the man in front of her, as a veteran in business, would give her a severe chop.
