Chapter 317 You’re kidding me!Yang Rongrong smiled slightly: "My last name is Sun Wukong." The blue monk praised: "What a special name!" Shuying hadn't seen Yang Rongrong come back for a long time, so he couldn't help but get out of the car. This time he kept his character in mind and did not jump off the carriage directly. Instead, he held the driver's arm, stepped on the horse stool, and walked down slowly step by step. Almost all the people who come to Yunmeng City are cultivators, and mortals are rarely seen. Therefore, after Shuying appeared, many monks present noticed him. Judging from his clothes and appearance, he should be from a very good family, but his face was pale and his steps were unsteady, so he must be ill. Apart from this, there is nothing else to be seen. Soon the monks turned their eyes away from Shuying and no longer bothered to pay attention to a sickly mortal. When Yang Rongrong saw Shuying coming, she immediately told him what she had found out.

Because there were outsiders present, the two were very cautious in their words. Shuying looked at the long line of people in front of him and said, "It looks like we can't enter the city today." Yang Rongrong said it was okay. Anyway, the purpose of her trip was not Yunmeng City. She would use the communication talisman to notify Luo Luo and tell him to meet her outside the city. The blue-robed monk suddenly spoke at this moment. "If you are in a hurry to get into the city, I can help you, as long as you can give me some benefits." As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers and smiled meaningfully. Seeing how skilled he was, Yang Rongrong suddenly realized that the reason why he was willing to tell her so much was not because he was talkative, but because he wanted to let Yang Rongrong know that it was difficult to enter the city now, and he had a way to help her enter the city so that he could earn spirit stones in this way. She asked pretentiously, "How many spirit stones do you want?" The blue-robed monk looked around to make sure no one noticed this place, then he lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Ten mid-grade spirit stones per person." Yang Rongrong deliberately showed a distressed look: "I don't have so many spirit stones on me at the moment." The blue-clothed monk obviously didn't believe it: "You are at least in the Spiritualization Stage, right? With such a high level of cultivation, how is it possible that you don't even have ten mid-grade spirit stones on you?" Hearing this, Yang Rongrong looked surprised: "How do you know I'm in the Spiritual Transformation Stage?" She thought that the blue-robed monk in front of her was at most in the Jindan stage. Logically, it was impossible for him to see her specific realm. The blue-robed monk was vague: "I naturally have my own way, so there is no need to tell you." Yang Rongrong looked him up and down. He looked to be in his early twenties, with a delicate face, quick-moving eyes, and a shrewd look. He was wearing a low-level blue robe with no patterns or accessories, and it was hard to tell where he came from. So she asked, "What's your name? Which sect are you from?" The blue-robed monk casually cupped his hands and said, "I am Zhao Qi, a casual cultivator from no sect or school." Yang Rongrong had a hunch that Zhao Qi was not his real name. But it is normal to use several pseudonyms when going out, and she herself has a lot of pseudonyms.

Therefore, she did not investigate further and spread her hands, saying, "Even if you don't believe me, there is nothing I can do. I am short of money recently and I really can't afford so many spirit stones. Forget it, we won't go into the city today." After saying that, she turned around and left. Zhao Qi had just wasted so much time talking, if he let the person go now, it would mean that all his efforts would be in vain. He was unwilling to give up, and hurriedly said: "How about I give you a discount? Each person only needs eight medium-grade spirit stones." Yang Rongrong still shook her head. Since the city is under martial law, it means that once she enters the city, it will be difficult for her to get out. She didn't want to spend money and cause trouble for herself. Zhao Qi shouted again: "Five mid-grade spirit stones should be enough, right? This is already the lowest price. You can go ask around. If there is anyone around here who offers a lower price than me, I will chop off my head and give it to you as a stool." Yang Rongrong didn't expect him to be so persistent. She simply said, "I don't have a single spirit stone on me." Zhao Qi was stunned for a moment, then became furious: "You are kidding me!" He didn't believe that a Divine Transformation cultivator couldn't even take out a spirit stone. The other party was clearly playing a trick on him. His shout made everyone around him look over. Even the swordsman who was on duty at the city gate noticed the movement here. Yang Rongrong didn't want to cause trouble, so she had to take out a medium-grade spirit stone. "Thank you for helping me tell you about Yunmeng City. This is your reward for your hard work. You can use it to buy a pot of spiritual tea to moisten your throat. As for entering the city, I won't bother you with help. We have our own way." When the blue-robed monk received the spirit stone, the anger on his face disappeared immediately. Just by opening his mouth and revealing some well-known information, he could get a medium-grade spirit stone in return. This deal was a profit for him. So he decided to quit while he was ahead and immediately put on a smile. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Since you have a way to get into the city by yourselves, I won't bother you anymore." After that he walked away. Yang Rongrong saw him trying to strike up a conversation with another cultivator again. Seeing how skilled he was, he must have done this many times. Shuying suddenly said, "This Zhao Qi is not simple." Yang Rongrong nodded in agreement. Zhao Qi seemed to be only at the Jindan stage, but he could tell Yang Rongrong's specific realm at a glance, which was unusual. Moreover, Zhao Qi acted too naturally and calmly when facing Yang Rongrong, without any awe that a Jindan stage cultivator should have when facing a Shenhua stage cultivator, which was even more unreasonable. It is obvious that this Zhao Qi has a great background. But these had nothing to do with Yang Rongrong, so she didn't intend to delve into it. After returning to the carriage, she took out the communication talisman and contacted Luo Luo. Luo Luo is still on his way to Yunmeng City and will probably be here tomorrow morning. Yang Rongrong told him about the martial law in Yunmeng City.

"Don't go into the city when you arrive tomorrow. Just wait for us at the snack stand outside the city gate." Luo Luo said he understood. Next, Yang Rongrong planned to have a good rest in the carriage. It was already evening. As long as they got through tonight, they would be able to meet up with Luo Luo at dawn tomorrow. Shu Ying was originally a otaku. When he saw Yang Rongrong living in the carriage, he happily stayed in the carriage with her. Yang Rongrong had nothing to do, so she grabbed a handful of walnuts and then took out the white jade statue. She used the statue as a hammer, cracking walnuts. You know what, this thing is very useful and can crack walnut shells in one go. The statue could no longer bear it: "That's enough!" Shuying immediately looked at the statue and asked, "How can this thing speak?" Yang Rongrong casually replied: "Don't worry about it." So from then on, no matter how the statue shouted, Shuying just pretended not to hear it. There is actually a tiny wisp of the Emperor's consciousness hidden inside the statue, so the Emperor, who is far above the Thirty-Three Heavens, can feel everything Yang Rongrong does to the statue. The Emperor was so angry at this time that he would rather the statue be destroyed by Yang Rongrong than be humiliated by her like this. After cracking the walnuts, Yang Rongrong took out the Xuanji brush and painted on the statue. She drew a turtle in front, a pig's head in the back, and wrote a line of big characters on the forehead: I'm a silly bird! Emperor: “…” So angry, so angry, so angry!!! Suddenly there was a loud thunder outside, and a monk shouted: "Why did the sky suddenly turn dark? It seems like it's going to rain heavily, everyone quickly find a place to hide."