Leaving the crowd.

Sima Qingshan came to a steamed bun stall.

"Ten taels of silver and one thousand steamed buns, is it feasible?"

Sima Qing's shirt.

The owner of the steamed bun stall was shocked. Ten taels of silver? One thousand steamed buns?

This man is afraid he is a fool.

Nodded quickly.

Sima Qingshan handed him ten taels of broken silver.

"It's trouble."

"Tomorrow, one will be distributed to the victims outside the city gate, each of them."

Sima Qing's shirt.

After Sima Qingshan finished speaking, he twisted a wisp of falling snow in his hand and immediately wiped it through the air.

He drew a pair of cold eyes floating in the air and stared at the stall owner, which made the stall owner tremble and frightened.

This person...

When he came to his senses, Sima Qingshan had disappeared from the spot.

And the floating eyes also turned into snow dripping.

Sima Qingshan was poor, and he knew very well that ten taels of silver were enough to touch people. He could not fully believe the stall owner's conscience, so he shocked the stall owner with means.

The second day.

Outside the city gate.

The stall owner really set up a stall, and a basket of steaming steamed buns were distributed outside the city gate, which caused a storm in this peaceful small town.

The victims who had been hungry and cold for several days gathered in front of the city gate, and some of the victims were crying with joy.

Sima Qingshan was in the distance and smiled.

Turning around, carrying a bookcase, his patched blue shirt swayed in the wind and snow, disappearing on the official road.

Under the city tower, the red-blade girl held the scroll, no one noticed it. Looking at Sima Qingshan's disappearing back, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Sima Qingshan headed south to Nanjiang City.

Every time he passes a city, he will paint a painting and sell paintings.

However, it is not as good as the first day.

For three consecutive days, he did not sell a single painting, and everyone in the world thought he was a madman.

In this chaotic era, can paintings be eaten as food?

Obviously not possible.

Although every painting by Sima Qingshan is sold for only ten taels of silver, the price is simply unaffordable for ordinary people.

Day 4.

Sima Qingshan is ready to close the stall.

suddenly.

A familiar voice sounded behind Sima Qingshan.

"Sir, can this painting be sold?"

The soft voice was a little warm, Sima Qingshan was stunned. Looking back, she saw the familiar red-blade girl pursed her lips and looked at him.

"Miss...you?"

The girl blushed and raised the "Picture of Refugees" in her hand, "I told my father that I would come out to learn from my master and learn from my skills. When I succeed in my studies, I would return home."

"I like Mr.'s paintings very much. Can Mr. accept me as his disciple?"

The girl said.

Sima Qingshan was stunned, but shook her head.

This girl...is probably she ran out secretly.

In the chaotic times, who would like to let his pretty daughter run around?

"Go home quickly, your father should be anxious." Sima Qing said.

The girl felt a little regretful and did not force her, but bought a painting and turned around and left.

Sima Qingshan used the ten taels of silver he earned to help the victims again. Although it was not much, it was enough to do its best.

The next day after day.

Every time Sima Qingshan sells paintings, a girl will appear, wearing a red cloak and stubbornly ask whether Sima Qingshan can accept her as her disciple.

Sima Qingshan refused.

"I am just a poor painter, and I can only draw some scrolls, so I am not qualified to accept girls as my disciples."

The girl didn't force her to buy the painting and left.

Time and time again, Sima's green shirt entered several cities, and all the girls appeared.

This day.

Sima Qingshan continued to set up a stall and sell paintings.

But I heard the sound of horse hooves outside the city exploded, and the shouts of killing were shocking.

Sima Qingshan frowned, put away the scroll, walked out of the city, and saw bandits and horses riding among the refugees outside the city. A girl wearing a red bulb had her eyebrows slightly raised and her spiritual energy was circulating. The red bulbs flew around and confronted the bandits.

Sima Qingshan couldn't help but smile.

This girl is so brave.

Take out a brush.

The bandits trampled and ran, and the horse's hooves raised thousands of piles of snow, and the plain snow was like rice flying.

The girl's pretty face was pale and a little nervous.

She silently told herself in her heart that she is a practitioner, and that a practitioner can block a hundred people with one, she can do it.

The bandit leader showed a cruel laugh, and the saber cut in his hand suddenly waved, and he was about to smash the girl.

suddenly.

The girl heard a warm voice coming from behind.

"Girl, do you buy paintings?"

The girl's body trembled.

But under the command of the sabre, a strand of her hair was cut off. As the sabre and many bandits flew, the sabre and the sabre were wiped out from the scroll.

Disappear.

Only a dozen at a loss horses were left wandering in the snow.

The girl's eyes widened.

He turned around suddenly, but saw Sima Qingshan holding a brush and looking at her with a smile.

A scroll is handed over.

The girl subconsciously took it and unfolded it, but saw a girl in the scroll... She had a clever look forward to Qianxi, her eyebrows were like picturesque and her smile was like peach blossoms.

The girl pursed her red lips and her eyebrows were slightly bent.

"Hua Zong, Sima Qingshan."

Sima Qingshan smiled, "Would the girl want to join my sect?"

...

Lu Fan was not sure about the establishment of the Huazong.

He sat upright on the second floor of the Baiyujing Pavilion. The breeze blew, and the snowflakes in the sky had already collapsed.

In front of his eyes, the system prompted words kept flowing.

"The tower of thousands of feet high rises up on the ground. Congratulations to the host for entering the 4th floor of Qi Refining. The spiritual energy reserve reaches 10,000 strands. Reward: Fengling Sword x2, ten random spiritual energy weed seeds."

"The host entered the 4th level of Qi Refining, expanded the scope of spiritual energy release, strengthened the ability to recover independently (spiritual energy, soul strength, physical strength), and obtained the body spell "Thunder Technique".

"Tip: The spiritual energy reserve reaches 10,000 strands, and you will be qualified to condense spiritual liquid. 10,000 strands of spiritual energy can condense 1 drop of spiritual liquid."

The system prompts kept shaking in front of Lu Fan's eyes, but Lu Fan was a little surprised.

Because the change this time is a bit huge, at least, in Lu Fan's opinion, it has changed a lot.

"10,000 strands of spiritual energy can condense a drop of spiritual liquid?"
To be continued...