There are many elixirs that even if you have spirit stones, they can't be bought at all.

  Besides, selling spiritual medicine is fine once or twice, but if it happens many times, it's hard to guarantee that no one will discover any clues. After all, the entire world has thin spiritual energy now, except for some sects with spirit gathering arrays, other places are fundamentally unable to cultivate a lot of spiritual medicine.

  Even if there were wild ones, there wouldn't be many.

  So taking out the spiritual medicine is still a very eye-catching thing.

  "What! But that's a wildfire! If you're not careful, you'll get hurt..." Song Hezi understood Lin Qingyao's intention and stopped her immediately.

  But Lin Qingyao said: "Cultivation is going against the heavens, if you're afraid of everything, then what's the point of cultivating?"

  Song Hezi heard this and fell silent.

  At this moment, he sincerely admired the little girl in front of him.

  "Alright then, I'll go crazy with you this once!" A heroic spirit surged up in Song Hezi's heart.

  Lin Qingyao felt a little moved. Song Hezi was able to trust and support her without knowing her trump card, which was truly precious.

  Lin Qingyao looked at Xiao Xiang and then rushed towards Song Hezi, who would also carefully cultivate and support Xiao Xiang.

  Then the three of them set out for Mao Shan.

  Mao Shan is in Su City, Lin Qingyao and others are now in Chuan City, the distance can't be said to be very far, but not close either.

  There were no direct flights available, so Lin Qingyao booked three train tickets instead.

  She felt a sense of emotion, actually being a train conductor is quite good, able to meet all sorts of people, for cultivation purposes, isn't this also a beneficial thing?

  The train departed in the afternoon and arrived at Suzhou City in a few hours, so Lin Qingyao didn't buy a sleeper ticket either, but bought hard seats for the three of them. Although they looked old, weak, sickly, or disabled, they were all cultivators, and sitting on a train was no big deal for them.

  Three people sit together, leaning against each other.

  There were four seats in total, and besides Song Hezi, another person was also seated next to him.

  Lin Qingyao put Xiao Xiang inside and sat outside herself. Although Xiao Xiang was a nun, she was still a young girl after all, and Lin Qingyao naturally took care of her.

  Xiao Xiang should be the first time out of town, and also the first time taking a train, meeting so many people, looks very excited.

  Pulling open the curtains and looking out.

  With a long whistle, the train started moving.

  Lin Qingyao, having nothing better to do, casually pulled out a book from her backpack - of course, the book was originally stored in the storage compartment, but she took it out from her backpack in order to cover up, Lin Qingyao wasn't interested in performing magic tricks for everyone.

  Lin Qingyao was holding the book she had bought, "Journey to the West".

  This book should have been written in the Republic of China era, when a monk traveled through mountains and rivers, recording what he saw and heard.

  Such a book, placed in the cultivation world, is simply trash. It doesn't record any cultivation methods or divine techniques, and there's nothing to cultivate from it. In everyone's eyes, this is just a "plaything" of a cultivator who has fallen into depravity, a diary of one's own downfall.

  So at that time, Lin Qingyao would have bought the book at such a cheap price. To say it, the other two books were really collected money, this biography was almost given away.

  Lin Qingyao, on the other hand, was reading with great relish. For those cultivators who had masters, sects, and families, the things recorded in this book were a bit childish. But for Lin Qingyao, every single thing, every little record about the Divine State's land, made her feel like she was discovering something new.

  Masters can see many interesting things that ordinary people are unaware of.

  Lin Qingyao didn't notice that when she lowered her head to read, someone was sizing her up.

  In fact, Lin Qingyao's lowered head and black hair curtain had already covered up more than half of her face, so she wasn't very eye-catching at all.

  But despite this, Lin Qingyao's outstanding temperament also made many people pay attention to her frequently.

  What's more, beside her sat a pretty little girl like a little princess.

  "Beauty, what book are you reading?" A warm voice brought Lin Qingyao back to her senses from the world of books.

  Lin Qingyao raised her head and looked towards the corridor, only to see a young man wearing a grey sweater, staring at her with shining eyes.

  Lin Qingyao replied casually: "Nothing."

  If she wasn't mistaken, the words on the book had already been seen by this person, right? She couldn't say that what she was reading was an autobiography of a cultivator.

  "Ah, beautiful girl, you too? What kind of book is this? There are many traditional characters in your book, how come?" The man who started the conversation said.

  Lin Qingyao lowered her head and glanced at her book, suddenly losing her smile. It was only then that she realized the book she had bought was in traditional characters. Since taking some courses on ancient writing, Lin Qingyao no longer felt any pressure when it came to such traditional characters.

  Lin Qingyao didn't want to entangle with this pickup artist in this book anymore, so she closed the book and put it into her backpack, saying: "I'll just take a casual look."

  The man who was trying to pick up Lin Qingyao saw that she wasn't very willing to talk to him, his face turned a bit awkward and suddenly became red.

  Actually, this pickup artist doesn't look bad at all. He's in his twenties and has a pretty face. He looks harmless and probably just wanted to get to know Lin Qingyao because she's good-looking.

  The pickup artist didn't know how to continue the conversation at this moment, so he just stood beside her, admiring Lin Qingyao's profile.

  In his gaze, there was a kind of admiration, but no lust. Being looked at like this by someone made Lin Qingyao feel a bit uncomfortable, but the person didn't do anything to disturb her either, and she couldn't just shoo him away, so in the end, she simply calmed down.

  Take a look around, and you won't lose a piece of flesh.

  But Lin Qingyao's book was something that couldn't be read any further.

  Lin Qingyao raised her head and looked at Song Lao.

  Song Lao didn't know what he was thinking about, with his eyes closed and looking like a hermit from another world.

  However, it was clear that only Lin Qingyao thought so. Next to Song Hezi's seat sat a heavily made-up woman, who at this moment shifted her buttocks outward, seemingly not wanting to sit close to Song Hezi.

  Lin Qingyao fell silent, while Song Hezi wore a tattered Taoist robe with a hint of stubble on his chin, looking somewhat like a vagrant. It was only normal that this heavily made-up young woman looked down on Song Hezi.

  This heavily made-up woman was being too obvious, half covering her nose as if there was a strange smell on Song Hezi's body.

  In fact, Song Hezi's clothes were a bit tattered and looked sloppy, but they were clean. After all, as a monk, a small cleansing spell could make himself spotless, and there was no strange smell on his body.

  The heavily made-up woman's overly affected manner is really quite comical.

  Lin Qingyao's gaze also just glanced at her for a moment before shifting away, ignoring her.

  The heavily made-up woman's eyes rolled around and finally landed on the man standing in the aisle, staring at Lin Qingyao with wide eyes, saying: "Why don't we switch seats?"

  The young man came back to his senses, scratched his hair and said awkwardly: "I bought a standing ticket, there is no seat."

  Lin Qingyao felt a bit annoyed in her heart, this heavily made-up woman was being too much!

  The heavily made-up woman was rejected and then glanced around at the people beside her, finally settling on a man in black clothes.

  She stood up and said something to the man in black, after a while, the man in black also stood up and sat down on the opposite side of Lin Qingyao.

  Lin Qingyao took another look at the heavily made-up woman, only to see that she had already sat down in the black-clad man's seat, using her buttocks wrapped in a package of fur skirt to squeeze sideways.

  Originally by her side, now stood a middle-aged man, quite refined and handsome.

  Lin Qingyao found it somewhat amusing and lightly shook her head, withdrawing her gaze.

  The listless her began observing the black-clad man opposite herself.

  The man wore a hat with the brim pulled low, his head down, so that you couldn't see his face, only half of his chin.

  From those thin lips and fair chin, it can be seen that this man's appearance should be extremely good.

  Just as Lin Qingyao was sizing up the man in front of her, the man suddenly looked up and gazed at Lin Qingyao.

  Those eyes were extremely sharp, as if they wanted to pierce through Lin Qingyao.

  Lin Qingyao was taken aback, her heart suddenly racing with surprise. Such a gaze, such an aura, absolutely not something that an ordinary person should possess! This is definitely a cultivator!

  Lin Qingyao looked at him fearlessly, but the man in front of her didn't have a hint of spiritual energy on his body, clearly an ordinary person.

  Lin Qingyao felt a sense of unease in her heart. If the person opposite her was indeed a cultivator, and she still couldn't see through his cultivation, then either this person had some special technique to conceal his aura, or his cultivation was far superior to hers! It was an existence that she fundamentally had no way to investigate!

  Running into a monk on the train isn't exactly a good thing.

  Masters are not cabbages, they can be seen everywhere, how could I meet a suspected master on the train?

  That person stared at Lin Qingyao, as if his gaze was locked onto her.

  Lin Qingyao felt very uncomfortable under this gaze. Lin Qingyao was not the kind of person who would get angry just because of someone's gaze, as evidenced by the previous pickup guy, but now, Lin Qingyao was a bit angry.

  This man's gaze was too sharp, like a sharp knife, as if it could pierce her abdomen.

  Being stared at with such an obviously hostile gaze is really not a pleasant experience.

  But the person opposite her didn't make any move, so Lin Qingyao also didn't act rashly.

  Lin Qingyao sat like this for almost an hour, and as people say, "three urgent matters", Lin Qingyao was now a cultivator, but she still ate grains and didn't have the ability to abstain from food...

  She wants to go to the bathroom.

  Thinking that there were so many people in the car, the man in black wouldn't dare to make any sudden moves, Lin Qingyao thought of getting up to go to the restroom.