Gou Zai Yao Wu Simulated Immortal

"Fellow Daoist Li! Fellow Daoist Li! Are you home?"

"I was here first, you gambler, get out of my way!"

"Fellow Daoist Li and I are bosom friends! Who do you think you are? You ladybug, stay away!"

Two figures approached from afar, shoving and shouting at each other as they came to the lakeside thatched hut.

One of them had sunken eyes and pale lips, looking like he was depleted of energy and listless.

The other man had bloodshot eyes and a volatile expression, as if he had just lost a betting game and was still furious.

As Li Qian stepped out of the thatched hut, he bumped into the two men.

As memories surged forth, he could clearly identify the visitor.

The two of you are old acquaintances of Li Qian.

The man with sunken eyes, nicknamed "Flower-Sticker," surnamed Lü, made a living by using talismans.

The one with bloodshot eyes was called Lu Daoren, surnamed Chen, and was a spiritual plant cultivator.

Seeing the two still arguing, Li Qian sighed inwardly, "What a scene of a gambling addict scolding a ladybug."

He raised his hand and said, "Fellow Daoists, please stop talking for now. What brings you to my thatched hut?"

Although I was asking the question, I already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

Before he could finish speaking...

Hulu Chen rushed forward first, ignoring Zhan Hua Lü's continued cursing beside him.

His knees buckled, and he immediately knelt down before Li Qian.

"Fellow Daoist Li, I am in dire need," Hu Luchen said, bowing repeatedly.

He said urgently, "I just calculated the heavenly secrets, and I am certain to win the next game!"

"If you can lend me five low-grade spirit stones to tide me over, I will repay you double once I win. I will never go back on my word!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Zhanhua flew into a rage and shoved the kneeling Hu Luchen, causing him to stumble.

"Fellow Daoist Li! Don't believe this gambling addict's nonsense!"

He raised his head and said, "The Fairy Wanyu of the Red Sleeve Pavilion wants to become my Daoist partner, and she only needs thirty low-grade spirit stones as a betrothal gift!"

Now all that's missing are these three coins; with them, we can make it happen!

If you are willing to grant my request, I will not only be eternally grateful, but I will also be able to introduce you to a fairy in the future!

"Sigh," Li Qian sighed, making a gesture as if to raise his hand.

"Please rise, fellow Daoists. I am unworthy of such a great courtesy."

It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that I'm powerless to do so.

Both of them were taken aback by these words.

In their minds, Li Qian, who was easily swayed and concerned with saving face, would never refuse so readily.

Li Qian bowed deeply to them, his bow touching the ground. "I am about to break through to a higher realm, and I am really short of money."

Why don't you two fellow Daoists first lend me some spirit stones?

"After I break through to the next realm, let's go to Thunder Swamp Mountain together and hunt some demonic beasts. That will resolve our dilemma. What do you say?"

The two were stunned for a moment, looking at Li Qian's full of energy and blood, which did not seem to be fake.

"This...how can this be..." Hulu Daoist chuckled dryly twice.

He wanted to speak with Li Qian again.

Hu Luchen's eyes darted around, and he slapped his forehead: "Fellow Daoist Li, I suddenly remembered that the spirit rice at home is still steaming in the pot."

If we don't go back soon, things might go downhill.

Fellow Daoist Li, I must take my leave now.

After saying that, he turned and left, showing no shame whatsoever for kneeling and begging for money.

"You..." Lu Zhan stared in disbelief.

After a long while, he shook his head and sighed softly, then took out a few fragments of spirit from his sleeve and handed them to Li Qian.

"I am truly in love with Fairy Wanyu."

Now I only have these few fragments of spirit left in my pocket. Please don't be offended, fellow Daoist. Consider this a small token of my appreciation.

"I will come to speak with you again another day when I have gathered the betrothal gifts."

After saying this, he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Li Qian and then hurriedly left.

It seems they've gone to find another way to raise those three spirit stones.

Li Qian watched the two leave, then lowered his head and weighed the fragments of spirit in his hand, and couldn't help but smile slightly.

These two people were exactly the same as I remembered.

Although Lü Zhanhua was frivolous, she still had some sense of propriety.

In the past, he would simply urge the original owner to contribute some spirit stones so that they could enjoy the pleasures of the world together and seek out fairies for entertainment.

As for this Taoist Hulu, he truly has a deep-rooted gambling nature.

Not only do they gamble every time, but they also frequently set up traps to cheat people.

However, he still had some sense.

He never dared to provoke Gao Xiu, and only targeted people who were similar to himself, which is how he survived until now.

The original owner of this body used to be too proud to lend spirit stones, so he tricked her into lending him quite a few.

It can be said that Hu Luchen bears at least half the responsibility for Li Qian's previous lack of progress in cultivation.

However, for Li Qian now, how many spirit stones is face worth?

If it could be exchanged for benefits, it would be like wiping someone else's shoes with your face... well, that's still a bit too much.

In short, the fact that Hulu Daoren had cut off all contact was actually a good thing for Li Qian.

It would not be surprising if someone who throws all sense of shame and decency to the wind were to stab you in the back one day.

In comparison, Lu Zhanhua was at least able to give some spirit grains, so he could be considered someone worth befriending.

Thinking of this, Li Qian casually took out his storage bag and carefully checked all the belongings inside.

After removing a few cheap talismans and six low-grade spirit stones, only seventeen spirit grains remained in the bag.

Even with the three spirit grains in hand, it only amounts to a mere eight spirit stones.

This amount of wealth may not seem too meager, but in reality, it's far from enough.

The rent for this lakeside thatched cottage alone would cost five low-grade spirit stones a year.

The original owner of this body rented the place because she wanted to be able to keep an eye on the fish in the spirit lake and also to make it easier for herself to practice breathing exercises.

Time flies, and the resources for cultivation are still unsettled; it's almost time to renew the lease again.

Li Qian sighed, "It's not easy living in Zilan."

He put away his storage bag, flicked his sleeves, and headed straight for the Purple Orchid Pavilion.

Linghu Lake is not far from the market town. After walking along the lakeside path for only a short while, we entered the gate.

The purple orchid has three scenic views.

Li Qian looked up and the first thing he saw was this famous Purple Orchid Heavenly Flower Array.

This formation uses the purple orchid that grows naturally in the neighborhood as its core.

The true and the false intertwine, the real and the unreal overlap, spreading for countless miles.

The purple mist enveloped the entire market town.

The Purple Orchid Pavilion got its name from the purple orchids that grow there year-round.

The vines climbed the eaves and walls, wrapped around the beams and passed through the doors, wafting a delicate fragrance that was most beloved by female cultivators.

As a result, there are far more female cultivators coming and going in the ward than male cultivators.

The identity token on Li Qian's waist glowed slightly as he passed through the formation, taking in the entire scene of the neighborhood.

The embroidered pavilions and painted eaves stand side by side, and the fragrance of rouge permeates the streets, giving it a more enchanting feel than ordinary markets. This is the second scene.

Along the street, under the covered walkway, female nuns would often lean against bamboo chairs, their silk skirts swaying slightly, revealing a section of their snow-white calves.

Another round fan partially obscured her jade-like face, vaguely revealing a hint of her vermilion lips behind the fan, like a flower about to bloom, wanting to be revealed yet concealed.

Li Qian felt his blood and qi surging within him, and a faint heat emanating from his nose.

Seeing Li Qian pass by, they gently raised their eyes and gave him a look that was full of affection and smiles.

Seeing his dashing appearance, one could sense that he had achieved success at a young age.

She even lightly lifted her fan and gave him a faint, sweet kiss, adding a touch of spring to the street.

Li Qian covered his face and fled; these three scenes were exactly the same as those in his memory.

He cursed inwardly at that moment.

He was usually the one teasing his wife, but who would have thought that upon arriving in Zhenlingzhou, he would be the one being teased instead.

After crossing the long street, he raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from his nose.

My body is still too young; it gets completely out of control after just a little teasing.

After calming myself down, I followed my memory and arrived at my destination, Danxianglou.