In the end, Feng Xiaohan still got what he wanted.

For some reason, after the old man looked at him, he actually changed his mind.

Li Xiaofan looked at him, slightly speechless. After such a big setback, he even had an argument with the terrible old gentleman of the steward's hall, and almost realized the power of the so-called "Sword Domain", I thought that what Feng Xiaohan wanted was something important, but I didn't expect it to be a bag of money.

There are many disciples of Changming who came from poor backgrounds, but there are also many industries under the sect, such as the largest chrysanthemum tea business in the town is the trading of Changming Sect, in addition to the surrounding cities, and even in Kyoto, there are many shops.

Zhufeng also has its own industry under its name, such as the blacksmith workshop opened by Chixia Peak in the larger city, and the medical hall and pharmacy of Huasha Peak, which have branches in the Tang Dynasty, and are guarded by special personnel, and the annual account books and profits will be sent to Changming for the cultivation of his disciples.

Moreover, if a disciple from a poor background cultivates hard, every year a piece of money will be allocated to their homes, so that their families can have no worries about food and clothing.

Li Xiaofan, as a disciple of the inner mountain, can often go in and out of the town tavern, and Feng Xiaohan, as a closed disciple, stands to reason even if it is not more than enough, but at least there should be no shortage of gold and silver.

But Feng Xiaohan seems to be very poor.

Feng Xiaohan saw that his face was strange, so he asked, "What?"

Li Xiaofan thought about it, but still asked, and said: "You are a closed disciple, and your status is almost comparable to that of the elders of the outer mountains, the resources for cultivation are even more superior, and there should be no shortage of things outside the body, such as gold and silver, but how can you ......?"

Feng Xiaohan said: "Like a poor wild boy?"

Li Xiaofan shook his head and said, "Not really." ”

"Actually, after I came, I only got a bag of gold and silver that my master gave me at the beginning, and this sword, and nothing else. ”

Feng Xiaohan looked at him and said, "Even those few purple bamboos in the garden, I don't take a single cent of the aura emitted at dusk, it's all for the purpose of softening the spirit." ”

He didn't lie, since he called Changming, the elixirs and rare aura potions he had eaten were all given by Lu Yingfeng and the sick seedlings, and the so-called cultivation resources were only the pure aura of Qingzhu Peak, which is full of mountains and fields, and even Li Xiaofan, an ordinary inner mountain disciple, has the pills of the sect to help him practice every once in a while, not to mention Lou Tingyu, who is the nephew of the head of the family, has abundant resources in his hands.

And Lou Tingyu's resources are not worth mentioning at all to He Xirou, Liu Panpan, Cha Yixiao and other closed disciples.

As a result, Feng Xiaohan, a closed disciple with a noble status, looked a little shabby.

Li Xiaofan was slightly shocked when he heard this, and asked, "Then where are your resources, have you asked?" ”

"I haven't asked, and I don't need to. ”

"You're conceited. ”

Li Xiaofan shook his head and said, "Then why do you have to have this bag of money in the steward's hall?"

Feng Xiaohan said calmly: "Before the battle of the mountain, the old beggar told me that the reason why people come to the world is to enjoy life, so if you want to be a man, you must learn to enjoy life, and the best life for a wild boy like me is to eat well and live a long time." If you want to eat well, you have to go to restaurants in the small town at the foot of the mountain, and ask for more meat buns and roast chicken, so what I need most is money. ”

Cui Weiming took over the task to ask Feng Xiaohan to learn to be a man, and he cultivated the Red Dust Sword, so teaching Feng Xiaohan would only do Red Dust things.

Hongchen people know the most about red dust, and rolling red dust is a human thing.

A long time ago, Cui Weiming's market was dusty, but he knew the sea and was as clear as a wash, and he realized the red dust road, and suddenly the sword intent crossed the sky, and the elders of Zhufeng at that time also discussed this matter, thinking that it was a master who passed by the town under the mountain and suddenly had an epiphany, whether he was going to visit.

But Lou Qianshan clearly knew whose sword intent it was, so he asked Cui Weiming to teach him how to behave.

......

......

The so-called penny is difficult to defeat a hero, and it is difficult to move an inch without money.

If you want to walk in the red dust, even if the saint has no money, it will not work.

When He Xirou took him down the mountain for the first time, he knew how important money was, and he could force people to put down their dignity and beg for a living.

Therefore, for these many reasons, when the old man in the steward's hall asked him what he wanted, Feng Xiaohan would say a word in the other party's stunned gaze.

Money!

Li Xiaofan, who knew the truth, sighed endlessly in his heart, and even doubted his life.

He has been cultivating for seven years, and he is often said to be a genius, so Feng Xiaohan, who has only been practicing for a few months, should be a demon.

He understands the life of a genius, but after listening to this today, he understands that the life of a demon can be so unreasonable!

Who doesn't know the temper of that old gentleman in the whole Qingzhu Peak? If you don't agree with each other, you may have a big fight, and Feng Xiaohan is actually trapped for money!

But what made Li Xiaofan cry and laugh the most was that his reason for asking for money was so simple.

Go to restaurants in small towns under the mountain, and ask for more meat buns and roast chicken......

Li Xiaofan couldn't help but slander in his heart: It is simply a tyrannical thing to let this barbarian-born foodie have such talent.

Li Xiaofan didn't dare to ask again, for fear that some rebellious words would come out of his mouth again, so he shut up.

Feng Xiaohan also fell silent, and the two walked quietly in the bamboo forest, and soon returned to Zizhu Courtyard, those craftsmen had already come here, but they did not start work, because Li Xiaofan had not arrived.

This is not lazy, but the Zizhu Courtyard is a private courtyard for closed disciples, and there are many formations in it that regulate the four seasons in the courtyard and gather spirits into qi, especially the defensive formations under those few purple bamboos, which are even more important.

It is easy to break the formation under the soil by letting the craftsman start work casually, so an overseer is needed.

In order to find a place with rich spiritual energy more easily and prevent the spiritual energy from leaking out, practitioners will observe the basic knowledge of feng shui and formations.

After returning to Zizhu Courtyard, those craftsmen were building a lot of buildings, and Feng Xiaohan felt quite bored, so he left here and went to the library pavilion.

The old man behind the counter of the library pavilion was kind-eyed, but he didn't like to talk much, Feng Xiaohan had not communicated with him so many times, although his temperament was cold, but at least he was much better than the one in the steward's hall.

But this time, as soon as Feng Xiaohan entered the library pavilion, he heard a voice and said, "Wait." ”

Feng Xiaohan stopped and looked back, only to see the old man behind the counter, this person was the head of the library pavilion, and in the legends that the disciples had only seen, the person who could be compared to the old gentleman in the steward's hall.

The steward looked at him for a moment, then beckoned to him and said, "Come here." ”