si-mexico Chapter 312 Unpleasant Smell
Chapter 312 Unpleasant Smell
Standing at the intersection, looking ahead.
There are two or three-story, four or five-story inns on both sides of the road.
Since their Xuanyuan Sect arrived neither too late nor too early.
Many guesthouses were occupied.
They could only go to different inns in separate groups.
Elder Huaiyuan led the disciples of the Alchemy Peak, Elder Chengxuan led the disciples of the Weapon Forging Peak, the Peak Master of the Talisman Peak led the disciples of the Talisman Peak, and Peak Master Li led the disciples of the Beast Taming Peak.
The Xuanyuan Sect cannot be left without someone to oversee it. Fairy Qingyun, the head of the Law Enforcement Hall, and some elders did not come; they stayed behind to guard the sect.
The disciples of the Enforcement Hall were then led by Hall Master Zheng.
Fortunately, everyone was not far apart.
Yun Ci wanted to find Chu Ziming; she could reach the inn just a few steps away by going downstairs.
We arrived at the inn.
This place was empty before the disciples from various sects arrived.
As a result, the uninhabited rooms were covered in dust.
Yun Ci released the little puppet and had it clean the room.
A group of little puppets holding brooms, rags, and feather dusters.
Wave here, sweep there.
He kept busy in the room.
Yun Ci wasn't idle either; Chu Ziming had just brought over a blanket.
Yun Ci spread the soft bedding on the bed.
The bed in the guesthouse was against the wall, with bedding laid out, looking very cozy.
Yun Ci felt the room smelled a bit damp. He sniffed, put the kerosene lamp on the bedside table, and went over to open the wooden window.
With a creak, tiny wood chips flew into the air.
The street outside came into view, and at the same time, dazzling sunlight shone into the room.
Yun Ci took a deep breath, and the sunlight streaming in made her delicate face glow.
Although Yun Ci is very fair-skinned and has delicate features, she does not look feminine.
Wearing a white disciple's robe, he looked like a pampered and spoiled young master from ancient times.
Those below glanced up unintentionally and saw this scene. Whether they were blinded by the sunlight or by the face, they closed their eyes in a daze.
Yun Ci leaned against the windowsill, half of her body sticking out, craning her neck to look around.
There were many people around, dressed in the robes of disciples from different sects. Some were strolling around with their fellow disciples, some were selling pills, some were selling spiritual plants, and some were selling spiritual artifacts...
Very lively.
Fifteen minutes later, the room was spotless.
Yun Ci lay on the bed and fell asleep without realizing it.
While she was asleep, Yun Ci heard clanging and banging noises from next door.
Every time I'm about to fall asleep, there's a sudden loud noise.
"Oh, I'm so annoyed!"
Yun Ci rolled around on the bed in frustration, clutching the blanket.
Between waking up from the theory and feeling sleepy, Yun Ci chose to fall asleep amidst the noise.
When I woke up again, it was already afternoon.
Chu Ziming, Gu Yan, and Si Qingxuan did not come out; they were probably cultivating in their rooms.
Yun Ci, Shen Wenchun, and Su Mo strolled around the area for a while before returning to the inn.
......
the next day.
Yun Ci woke up early, washed up, got dressed, and walked out of the inn alone.
When the disciples from other sects in the vicinity saw Yun Ci, their voices gradually fell silent.
He silently observed Yun Ci.
Some members of smaller sects dared not look too openly and watched secretly.
They knew that many disciples from major sects looked down on those from smaller sects.
Yun Ci is also a direct disciple of Immortal Venerable Ji Qing and the grandson of Elder Huai Yuan.
If you are arrogant and domineering and humiliate them, they can only get angry in a fit of rage...
Yun Ci naturally noticed those gazes.
Yesterday, when I was walking on the road with my third and fourth senior brothers, I also felt a lot of people staring at me.
Although somewhat puzzled, these people seemed to know who he was.
But then he thought of his master and grandfather, and immediately understood.
Even when faced with those gazes again, Yun Ci remained focused and continued walking forward.
Where is he going?
"I don't know... Should we follow them and take a look?"
"Is that okay? What if we're mistaken for stalkers...?"
Two people dressed in the robes of the Wentian Sect were talking in hushed tones.
Yun Ci walked for a while until he reached the end of the inn.
There are far fewer stalls here.
It wasn't as lively as inside, but there was an open space.
I saw this when I was browsing around yesterday, and there was no one setting up a stall here.
Yun Ci plans to set up her stall here.
Yun declined the large palm leaf, and the second palm leaf was used to arrange the table and chairs.
Those around them gasped in surprise and shock upon seeing the puppet.
A puppet? It's actually a puppet!
Yun Ci took out the stall and long table and arranged them in a row.
Next, take out bowls, chopsticks, and condiments...
Why did he take the pot out?
A member of the Wentian Sect looked at the busy figures over there and asked.
"I bet that pot must be some kind of high-level magical artifact."
The Wentian Sect disciple standing nearby spoke cryptically.
The two of them still followed.
Looking at the pot, Jiang Ge nodded seriously.
definitely is.
That's definitely not an ordinary pot.
If Yun Ci knew what this person was thinking, she would definitely say, "No, it's just an ordinary pot."
"He even brought out the bowls and chopsticks...he's not going to sell food, is he?!"
A man dressed in a dark brown disciple's robe looked at the man who resembled a beggar and said in shock.
The person dressed in pure white clothes next to him frowned and moved aside when he saw his appearance.
Seeing this, Zhang Liang awkwardly avoided the situation as well.
The cultivators from different sects all showed expressions of disbelief.
Selling food?
Selling food around the martial arts tournament?
Selling food in a place full of cultivators?
What was that Yun Ci thinking?!
No wonder nobody's buying it!
Are you out of your mind?!
Some people couldn't help but sneer.
"Those who cultivate immortality do not indulge in gluttony, but it seems that even those from top sects cannot rid themselves of desires."
"Heh, even people from top-tier sects are nothing special."
"..."
Some disciples from major sects, who were considered the pride of their sects, couldn't help but shake their heads in disappointment as they watched Yun Ci fiddling with the food.
It's such a waste of time selling food; what a pity to have such a great talent...
"Let's go back and cultivate."
A young man dressed in the robes of a Xuantian Sect disciple, with a posture as upright as a pine tree, spoke in a calm tone.
Besides the three top sects, Xuanyuan Sect, Xiaoyao Sect, and Tianyan Sect, Xuantian Sect is the most powerful.
In some aspects, the Xuantian Sect is even on par with these three major sects.
The world often refers to the Xuantian Sect as:
Below the Three Sects, above all other sects.
A gentle-looking young man next to him nodded and followed.
"You're not leaving?"
The young man who had just said he was going back to cultivate turned slightly to the side and said expressionlessly.
A handsome young man looked at the two of them and said with a smile, "You two go back first, I'll be back in a bit."
The two boys in front nodded, said not to delay their cultivation, and then turned and left.
Yun Ci had no idea what those people were thinking, or rather, his simple little head, filled with spirit stones, couldn't comprehend it.
Yun Ci poured the cooked bone broth and snails into two large pots.
Infuse spiritual energy into the Crimson Firestone.
Let the broth heat up slowly.
Pickled bamboo shoots, pickled cowpeas, pickled dried radish, shredded wood ear fungus, dried bean curd sticks, Chinese sausage, tiger-skin pig's feet, tiger-skin duck's feet, tofu puffs, prawns, fried eggs... are neatly arranged on the long table.
As the broth in the large pot gradually boiled, it slowly churned.
The aroma gradually emerged, becoming increasingly rich and intense.
It drifted away into the distance with the air.
"What is that smell?! It stinks!"
"It smells awful!"
“This stinks!”
"vomit!"