My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Lu Zijia blinked and told a somewhat cruel truth, "Zhuangjun City only has the Alchemy Guild and the Artifact Refining Guild, and there is no formation guild."

Mu Tianyan, "..." So, is he going to become a little white face raised by his wife again?

Although the feeling of being raised by his own wife is also very good, but a good man earns money to support his wife, rather than relying on his wife to support him.

So, there must be other ways.

"The auction house?" Mu Tianyan asked tentatively.

He is not familiar with the cultivation world.

However, it can be judged that in small places, only large-scale shops can sell or buy such things.

And the auction house, no matter how small it is, should be able to acquire several arrays.

Lu Zijia blinked innocently again, "There is no auction house, only a relatively large firm."

Mu Tianyan, "..."

"Don't laugh."

Mu Tianyan raised his hand to cover his wife's smiling eyes, her ears flushed slightly.

He's an outsider, so it's normal not to know.

The fact that his wife dared to tease him in public is really... more and more skinny.

"Well, don't laugh, my man is the best."

Lu Zijia raised his hand and pulled down his big hand, nodding again and again.

However, although she didn't smile any more, her bright eyes showed an obvious smile.

Mu Tianyan, "..." Well, no matter how skinny the lady is, he is happy to spoil her.

"Then let's go to the firm now."

To prevent her man from blowing up and attacking her, Lu Zijia quickly changed the subject and dragged her man forward.

The two walked to the door of Dongling Firm, but unexpectedly saw a familiar person.

And this familiar person is Liang Yingjun.

However, at this time, he had a blue nose and a swollen face, and was besieged by several people.

Lu Zijia frowned, and just as he was about to make a move, the man beside him stepped forward first.

"Ah! Ahh-"

After a few shrill screams, Mu Tianyan's slender figure appeared beside Lu Zijia again.

"Who are you, you two, you dare to take care of our Lu family's affairs, believe it or not in our Lu family, so that you can't get along in Zhuangjun City!"

A man in gray, who sat up and clutched the two bloody wounds on his thigh, yelled at Lu Zijia and the two.

The surroundings gradually gathered around, and everyone watching the lively couldn't help but glance at Lu Zijia and both of them sympathetically.

Lu Zijia ignored them and walked towards Liang Yingjun, who was standing crumbling.

"Take the medicine pill first."

Lu Zijia took out a wound healing pill, put it in Liang Yingjun's hand, and immediately grabbed his other hand to check the pulse.

"There is no internal injury, just take the pill and it will be fine tomorrow." Lu Zijia comforted.

"Friend Lu, fellow Daoist?" Liang Yingjun's eyes were so swollen that only a small crack remained.

After struggling to see Lu Zijia and Mu Tianyan for a while, they recognized them.

"Well, it's us, take the medicine pill first."

Lu Zijia took a tough attitude, grabbed his hand, and stuffed the medicine pill into his mouth.

"Cough cough..."

Lu Zijia moved too fast, Liang Yingjun didn't even have a chance to react, and the medicinal pill melted in his mouth.

"This, this... Fellow Daoist Lu."

Liang Yingjun's bruised and bruised face looked a little at a loss for words and a little ashamed.

"I'm sorry, fellow Daoist Lu, I, I don't have the spirit stone anymore, but don't worry, as soon as there is a spirit stone, I will definitely return it to you."