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Qin Ming sat beside a wooden table and poured himself a cup of refreshing tea.

The tea is sweet and tastes unlike ordinary water, mixed with a touch of aura.

It's not so good or amazing, but rather unpretentious.

In the Lingbao Pavilion in the inner city, there are a lot of high-quality spiritual leaves, and the richness of the tea can be far above this.

But the uniqueness of this tea is not so high-quality, and those who come to drink tea will not care or compare these.

This tea water seemed to have been infused with the life experience and training of the old monk. When it was drunk, it was calming, and then the taste gradually became a little bitter, which made people feel countless emotions.

After drinking a bowl of tea, Qin Ming could indeed feel the help to his mood.

But because his state of mind had reached a high level with the help of the ancient Nahongqing tree, the tea did not affect him much.

"Boss, good tea." Qin Ming smashed his mouth, then said.

The old man smiled gently, his tea was not praised by customers too many times.

Even many big monks who drank his tea would throw an olive branch at him, wanting to take him back to live in the family.

However, the old man had no other thoughts, even if the conditions offered by the other party were good and attractive, he couldn't move him.

There were also many monks who came here especially, sitting at the tea table waiting for the old man to make tea for them.

"Shopkeeper, two pots of good tea."

At this moment, three young people with extraordinary temperament walked over, and after looking around, they found that only Qin Ming's table was still empty, and they sat down straight.

For Qin Ming, they just glanced at it and didn't pay much attention to it, just treating it as an ordinary monk.

But the other monks around, their expressions changed after seeing these three.

"Two inner disciples, a core disciple, did not expect to meet these geniuses today." A monk muttered softly.

Qin Ming's gaze also fell on the three people who joined the table.

All three of them are dressed in the costumes of disciples of Qiankun Yunzong, and he has learned a lot about Qiankun Yunzong these days in the city.

The one in the yellow suit is the inner disciple, and the handsome man in the bright red dress is the core disciple of the sect.

According to legend, there are only 36 core disciples of Qiankun Yunzong. It can be said that all of them are the leaders of the same generation of monks. They are talented and cultivated by the sect.

This kind of core disciple, usually the dragon sees the head but never sees the end, all day long cultivating or looking for opportunities in the fairy ruins of Yunshan, rarely appear in the sight of the public.

It's really rare to see one in the street now, and it's no wonder that the monks who drink tea are surprised.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be Meng Ming of the Universe Yunzong. I heard that he broke into the Divine Fire Realm when he was only 20 years old. I don't know if it is true or not." Another monk whispered.

"That can be false. Is there a rumor that he once destroyed Xuanlizong alone? You must know that although Xuanlizong is not a top sect, there are strong people in the Divine Fire Realm. How can ordinary people kill them? ."

"Hiss, incredible!"

"..."

The surrounding monks were talking vividly, and the core disciple named Meng Ming instantly became the focus of everyone's attention, including Qin Ming.

Above the reincarnation stage is the pill-gathering stage, and above that is the divine fire stage.

This is the third great realm of a monk, and not all monks can cultivate it, let alone cultivate into the Divine Fire Realm at the age of twenty.

This can not only be explained by talents, but also requires strong opportunities and massive training resources.

The growth of geniuses and evildoers is often impossible to achieve with only one factor.

At the center of that topic, Meng Ming didn't seem to care about the discussion of this group of people. After the old man made the tea, he drank slowly.

"This tea is indeed a good tea. Brother Liu didn't tell us." The inner disciple who accompanied him said with a smile. The tea in the opponent was also appreciated by everyone.

"Well, it's just that drinking too much tea is useless, and its effect is limited, otherwise I'm afraid it won't be so peaceful here." After drinking a cup of tea, Meng Ming's complexion remained as usual, as flat as water, and slowly said.

"Senior brother can see thoroughly." Another disciple of the inner sect also put down the bowl of tea at the same time, nodded.

"Let's go, drink this tea, it's time to go." Meng Ming put down a piece of money, and the three of them only sat here for five minutes before getting up again.

He looked at Qin Ming who was sitting across from him, and said, "I'm disturbing your cleansing, this time the tea is my treat."

After that, Meng Ming stepped away, and the other two inner disciples also glanced at Qin Ming and followed Meng Ming to leave.

"Brother, are the demons there so strong? You need to go out." An inner disciple said as he walked.

"This is what Elder Pang meant." Meng Mingdao.

"Um, all right." When the other two inner disciples heard that they were commissioned by the city lord of Donggan City, they didn't say much.

Qin Ming glanced at the money on the table, but he didn't expect to come out for a cup of tea and be inexplicably entertained.

Although the tea here is famous, the old man did not set the price very well. A pot of tea is only a few silver coins, which is a bit expensive for ordinary people, but for monks, this amount of money is nothing at all. .

Although that Meng Ming is a well-known genius and a distinguished status, he also knows how to deal with people, knows etiquette, and is not as indifferent and arrogant as imagined.

"Since that guest gave the tea money, the little friend doesn't have to give it." The old man took out the money and said.

Qin Ming didn't say anything, got up and left.

That Meng Ming and his party walked fast, and he didn't have a chance to say thanks.

But I don't need his thanks if I want to come.

While wandering on the road, Qin Ming thought about how to earn some yuan crystal, he wanted to change to a higher level of cultivation technique.

In this way, the efficiency of training will rise linearly.

"It would be great if you could get a spiritual treasure-level cultivation technique." Qin Ming secretly said, so that he is sure to complete the three small rebirth realms within a month.

It may even be even faster. The practice of the past few days has made him more aware that the help brought by the exercises is considerable.

There is a ready-made Lingbao-level cultivation technique in the Lingbao Pavilion, but it only requires a large amount of Yuanjing.

On this day, at the gate of Donggan City.

A team of black armors riding on other animals filed out and headed outside the city.

Recently, because of the whereabouts of the disciples of Biluodian, Donggan City has become a little grassy, ​​and patrols around the city have been strengthened.

Qin Ming had also heard about this, but the Biluo Palace seemed to be aimed at the famous sect disciples. Most of the unknown people like him are birds who don't know how to take a look.

Therefore, he left the city today, intending to find a way to make money.