It seems that this plot appears in every martial arts novel:

The protagonist casually found a restaurant and prepared to eat. Not long after he sat down in the restaurant, a few big men at the next table suddenly started chatting as if no one was watching, and then inadvertently sent some important information to the protagonist.

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——Ming Dai feels that she is in this situation now.

The only difference was that the big men at the table next to her suddenly started fighting without chatting, and without waiting, another group of people majestically rushed in from the outside, shouting "Everyone is arrested", and then

Involve them in the storm.

The only thing she has is a little apprentice who is not even taller than a table, but can cook so hard that his face is almost buried in the ocean.

"...Eat slowly, don't choke." She was silent for a moment, then sighed and reminded again.

Xiao Dou Ding across from me only made a couple of hums, but the action of cooking rice didn't slow down at all, and continued to devour it like a wolf.

It was a rare trip down the mountain, so Ming Dai indulged in a little extravagance and ordered food made entirely from Lingmi Lingcai. Compared with the radish greens they usually eat on Qingshan Peak, the taste was indeed quite good.

In addition, these meals also have a touch of aura.

If we put it in modern terms, it is a nutritious meal. Whether it is for the sick or for the little carrots below the foundation level, those spiritual energy are quite useful.

Even ordinary people who have not introduced Qi into their bodies can achieve the purpose of strengthening their bodies by eating Lingmi Lingcai.

That's why the bean curd tastes so delicious.

Unfortunately, for Ming Dai's dry Dantian, the spiritual energy contained in these foods is like a drop of water in the Sahara Desert, not even a drop in the bucket.

So this gave her more time to think.

Before this, Mingdai had never thought that her reputation outside would be like this.

First of all, she hasn't been out of the mountain much since she came here. Even if there are any rumors from the outside world, they can't reach her ears.

Secondly, after all, the original owner's straightforward temper was there, and she had indeed offended many people since she was a child. This was evident from the long list of bills she received when she first came here.

But to say that she was targeting that junior sister...

Unjust, a huge injustice!

When the original owner rushed to rescue the person, he didn't even know who the other person was. He just rushed over after seeing Jian Zong's distress signal.

If she hadn't heard this in this restaurant today, she wouldn't have known that the disciple who suddenly returned in her memory was actually a woman!

Previously, she was a little confused as to why the leader showed such a strange expression when he asked her about the details of the Demon Tide Secret Realm, and she even simply thought it was just an accident.

But now it seems...

Things don't seem that simple.

Thinking of the stories about junior sisters and senior sisters that she had read in the past, such as Black Moonlight and White Lotus... Mingdai suddenly felt that this matter might really need to be discussed in the long term.

Now I just don’t know how the powerful people in the Sword Sect view this matter.

Listening to what these passers-by said, the little junior sister Song, who didn’t know her specific name yet, was “soul damaged” and “critically injured.” This angered everyone at Lingyun Peak, the first peak of the Sword Sect, into a rage and exploded.

literature;

But when the matter was brought up in the meeting hall that night, the master uncle's reply to her was "I don't know", "I heard that he is too weak", "I think he may wake up in the near future", what's with that perfunctory tone?

It didn't sound like he was worried about Junior Sister Song.

Public opinion makes gold, and a man becomes a tiger.

The reason why rumors are rumors is because they tend to spread as soon as they happen, and those who can spread to the ears of the person involved do not know how many times they have been processed intentionally or unintentionally.

Compared to this "female rivaling rotten melon", which is the standard configuration of fairy tales that has gone through who knows how many times, perhaps there is something more important in it that she doesn't know.

Mingdai was lost in thought when the casual cultivators at the next table suddenly stood up and shouted for the check.

They arrived earlier than Ming Dai and the other two. She and Xiao Douding had just started to use their chopsticks, while the other party was almost on a drinking tour.

"Chenghui, there are a total of one hundred and twenty-one spiritual stones." The waiter quickly got out from the side with his nimble hands.

It was the fat man who paid, but I don't know if it was because he was drunk. He reached out and touched for a long time but couldn't find where his money bag was.

In the end, the monk with the long and thin face took out the bag of spiritual stones and threw it on the table. He frowned and said impatiently: "No need to look for it, we are in a hurry to go to Beiyang."

The waiter grabbed the money bag and weighed it, then he smiled happily and said a lot of auspicious words like "Bon voyage".

On the other hand, another casual cultivator who was traveling with them couldn't help but joked: "No, are you really planning to go to Beiyang?"

The long and thin face looked unhappy: "What else? I've shared all the information I got with you, and I've said all that needs to be said. If you really don't want to go, forget it. No one is forcing you. But if it really happens in the future,

, just don’t blame brother for not reminding you."

Hearing this, the remaining two casual cultivators looked at each other with a somewhat relaxed attitude: "Oh, you don't have to say it so harshly. It's not that we don't want to go. Aren't we worried that we will fall into another trap..."

"Go away, you all hang out together. I don't know you yet. Wealth and wealth are in danger. If you are afraid of death, don't come here."

…

Several people walked out while talking all the way. Although the two casual cultivators behind said they were worried about this or that, they followed them honestly. Looking at that direction, it seemed that they really planned to go to the teleportation array.

【Beiyang Realm.】

Ming Dai tapped the table with her finger and recited the place name silently in her mind.

The original owner had been to Beiyang Territory before, and he had the impression that the land was vast, covered with ice and snow all year round, and looked white and flawless from a distance.

There is no sect there. The entire territory is the territory of Beiyang Kingdom, and the towns are relatively scattered. It is indeed a place rich in natural materials and earthly treasures.

But it is precisely for this reason that there are endless pig-killing plates there, and every year many monks are deceived in search of the legendary spiritual treasure.

For example, things like rejuvenating one's beauty, resurrecting the dead, rejuvenating one's youth, becoming an immortal in one fell swoop, etc. These things are obviously outrageous to hear, but there are always people who are willing to believe them and jump into the pit one after another.

Thinking of the heaven-level spiritual treasure that those people mentioned just now that can "reshape the bones"... isn't this even more nonsense? Most of the heaven-level spiritual treasures can only be found by chance, how can it be found casually?

Can you know?

To put it ten thousand steps back, if spiritual treasures of that level were really there, would it be their turn?

Mingdai was silent for a while and pinched her nose bones.

She decided that after returning, she still had to find an opportunity to teach all her young apprentices a lesson on fraud prevention and anti-fraud.

At the same time, Xiao Douding, who was sitting opposite her, seemed to feel something. He raised his head from the tureen with a blank look on his face, with two spiritual rice stains on the corners of his mouth.

"Uncle Master?"

"It's okay, just keep eating."

Little Douding blinked, lowered his head obediently and continued to cook.

Unexpectedly, a moment later, Mingdai suddenly asked again: "By the way, Ah Ruan, do you like eating spiritual peaches?"

"Um?"

"Like it? Okay, then I will take you to visit your great uncle the other day. He has a lot of spiritual peaches."

Xiaodouding:???

What do you like and what will do?

His "um" is a question, uncle!

…

After eating, Mingdai took Little Douding to the market.

Linxian Town holds a fair every month at the end of the month. It has been a lively time these past few days, and the streets are full of sellers.

From the talismans and magic tools used by monks, to the bamboo baskets and farm tools used by ordinary people in their homes, almost everything is available.

However, she didn't buy directly as soon as she came up. Instead, she walked around for a while, and finally came to a certain liquor store.

The waiter seemed to be new here. He was busy getting drinks for other people and could not spare any time to greet her. Ming Dai led Xiao Dou Ding inside and went straight to the counter.

"Excuse me, who is Aunt Zhao?"

The middle-aged woman at the counter was dusting off dust with a feather duster. She was suddenly startled when she heard this. After a moment, she turned around, patted her chest, and said in shock: "I am."

"Master Immortal, do you want to see me if you have something to do?"

Ming Dai nodded, but before she could speak, the face of the woman opposite her changed, she swallowed her saliva and asked nervously: "Is it my nephew who got into trouble again on the mountain?"

nephew?

Mingdai was stunned for a moment and explained: "You misunderstood. It was Old Man Cai who introduced me here. I heard that your family has a lot of spiritual rice that can be supplied."

Uncle Cai is the person responsible for delivering food to Qingfeng Mountain.

Two days ago, Ming Dai mentioned to him that she wanted to buy spiritual rice, and he recommended to her Aunt Zhao who ran a wine shop in Linxian Town.

Upon hearing that she was here to buy rice, not to cause trouble, Aunt Zhao's expression immediately softened a lot, and she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "So she came to ask about Lingmi. There was a misunderstanding."

She skillfully asked: "What grade of spiritual rice does the immortal want? How much does it cost? I'm not an aunt, but I can tell you that although the price of our spiritual rice is a bit different, the spiritual energy content is not lower than that of rice outside."

Mingdai was unmoved by her boast and scanned the surroundings lightly, "Can I see the real thing first?"

"Yes, of course." She smiled, "But these things are all about freshness. There isn't much left in the store. I usually store them in there. Come in with me, Immortal."

As she spoke, Aunt Zhao put the feather duster in her hand aside and asked the waiter to take a look at the shop. Then she opened the curtain hanging on the door and signaled Mingdai to follow her to the backyard.
To be continued...