Today, on the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, Jiang Luoyang disguised himself as a master carpenter every day, and carefully studied the house in the corner behind the main hall, after these few days of study, Jiang Luoyang has become more and more proficient in the construction of the house, although he has not begun to lay bricks and tiles on the roof like his junior brother, but it has also reached the point of placing the capstone, and then you can put the bricked wood into it and start to frame the entire house.

Zhang Lingqiao practiced swords not far from Jiang Luoyang, although the little girl was young, but her kung fu was very solid, the sword speed was extremely fast, and she often carried sword flowers, and a fierce murderous aura rushed towards her, which made people feel awe.

"Master, good kung fu!" the senior brother walked quickly to Zhang Lingqiao's side, with a look of adoration on his face, and praised.

"Whoosh~"

Zhang Lingdexterity put away his sword, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then looked at his senior brother, with a cold look, and asked, "It's just a small skill of carving insects, what's the matter with finding the head of this book?"

The senior brother hurriedly bowed and replied: "Back to the master, there is another group of villagers from nearby villages and towns at the bottom of the mountain, as if they are here to thank you." ”

"Really?" Zhang Lingqiao heard this, his face was happy, the recent incident in Yihong Mansion not only made the Lingshan faction famous, but also allowed the sect to obtain a lot of materials recently, which can be described as making a lot of money, this kind of good thing Zhang Lingqiao would like to come a few more times.

"Come down with Ben and thank those simple villagers, it's so polite. Zhang Lingdexterity walked down the mountain with a solemn face, and the senior brother glanced at Jiang Luoyang, who was still concentrating on building the house, and then followed.

Jiang Luoyang was not far from Zhang Lingqiao, and the conversation between the senior brother and Zhang Lingqiao was naturally heard clearly, and after the two left, Jiang Luoyang stopped what he was doing, and his face showed a sad expression.

Recently, the villagers who came down the mountain to thank them have come one after another, bringing a lot of daily necessities to the Lingshan faction, which indirectly prolongs the life span of the Lingshan faction.

As the saying goes, the soldiers and horses go first before the grain and grass are moved, and this sentence also applies to the sect, and only with enough materials can we recruit more sect disciples and feed them, so as to achieve the purpose of strengthening the sect.

The Lingshan Sect originally had to build its own poor houses, and it needed to go hunting every day to eat, not to mention that it was difficult to walk, but it was definitely stretched to support the disciples of the sect.

According to the original situation, even if the Lingshan Sect did not go bankrupt, it could only survive for a long time, and finally wait until one day Zhang Lingqiao felt hopeless and tired of it.

It's good now, the fire incident in Yihong Mansion has made the residents of nearby villages and towns grateful to the Lingshan faction, and they have sent charcoal in the snow, eating and wearing wave after wave, directly fattening the Lingshan faction, and there is a trend of prosperity.

This is seriously inconsistent with Jiang Luoyang's expectations.

So Jiang Luoyang felt that he should stop the nearby villagers who came to thank him, beat them up, and dispel their idea of continuing to give gifts.

Thinking of this, Jiang Luoyang put down the carpenter's tools in his hand and walked down the mountain.

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At the foot of the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, the Buyi Sect and his party stood on the grass, and three steps away from them was a wasteland, and the entire Ten Thousand Burial Mountain could be seen if they extended up.

"Master, is this the legendary Ten Thousand Burial Mountain? A disciple who followed behind Wangtu looked up at the Ten Thousand Burial Mountains and said curiously.

"Falling Flower Master and nephew, you should ask my uncle about this, your master has never been to this Ten Thousand Burial Mountain. Before he could speak, the old man was the first to answer, and after speaking, he picked up the purple gold gourd in his hand and poured it.

He didn't speak, he listened quietly, he really hadn't been to Wanfu Mountain, but his junior brother had traveled to Baichuan Country two years ago and had been to Wanfu Mountain, and the task released by the sect this time had something to do with him more or less.

"Speaking of this Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, it is very magical, doesn't the legend say that the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain does not grow a single inch of grass, and all things do not exist? In order to verify its authenticity, your uncle and I also deliberately hunted a sawtooth pig and put it on the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, and guess what happened in the end?"

The old man suddenly sold the guanzi, which instantly aroused everyone's curiosity.

"Finally, the sawtooth pig disappeared?" asked the nephew, who had been called by the old man as a falling flower.

According to the legend of the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, any creature on the mountain will disappear inexplicably, and no one knows the reason.

"Nope. The old man shook his head, then looked at everyone with a serious face, and said word by word: "In the end, I found that the day was not right, it was the fourteenth, not the fifteenth full moon night...... Hahaha!"

After saying that, the old man himself couldn't help but laugh.

Forgotten: "......"

Brother: "......"

Great Demon Venerable: "You're insane!"

"Long Yang, what are you scolding the old man for?" The old man was not happy, and he reasoned with the Great Demon Venerable with an indignant face.

"Senior brother, someone has come from the mountain. Forgetting to look at the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, his brows furrowed.

When everyone heard this, they immediately turned their eyes to Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, and just saw a tall thin man in a gray linen robe walking down with an axe in his hand.

"This is the territory of the Lingshan Sect, and no one is allowed to trespass without the permission of the Lingshan Sect. The junior brother said with a serious face holding the axe.

In fact, he had been hesitating for a long time in the middle of the mountain before he chose to come down, and the group of people on the opposite side looked different from the villagers who came to give gifts and thanks a few days ago.

Of course, the most important thing is the clothes on these people, he knows!

The junior brother was a little scared......

But the junior brother still came down, this is the mission of a disciple guarding the mountain, and he feels that he is great at this moment.

"Everything is for the Lingshan Sect, although there is no regret in death!" the junior brother suddenly said.

The group of people from the Buyi Sect on the opposite side were a little confused, and they didn't understand what this meant.

"Well said!" Suddenly, a pleasant voice sounded on the Ten Thousand Burial Mountain, and Zhang Lingdex walked down with his senior brother.

The group of Buyi Sect looked up, and the junior disciple also turned around to show surprise, and bowed to Zhang Lingqiao: "Shang Bai, the disciple of the mountain guard, greets the master. ”

After speaking, Shang Bai knelt down directly.

Zhang Lingqiao's eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly stepped forward to drag Shang Bai, and whispered shoulder to shoulder: "It's okay, don't play too much." ”

"Yes! The junior brother took a step back, bowed loudly, and then walked around behind Zhang Lingqiao, and obediently stood with his senior brother on the left and right, acting as a background wall.

"Senior brother, you have grown up. Senior brother looked at his junior brother, couldn't help but sigh lightly, and said.

"Senior brother, I'm leaving us a way out. The junior brother replied in a low voice.

"What do you mean?" Senior Brother frowned, unable to understand the meaning of this sentence.

The junior brother motioned to the senior brother with his eyes to look at the people from the Buyi Sect who had already communicated with the head of the sect, and whispered: "Senior brother, opposite is the Buyi Sect, one of the only three seven-rank sects in Baichuan Country, I am adding some impression points to us, and increasing our chances of joining the Buyi Sect by a few points." ”

"Aren't we disciples of the Lingshan Sect, why are we joining the Buyi Sect again?" Senior Brother was a little puzzled, Senior Brother's brain has been spinning a little fast recently, and he can't keep up.

"Senior brother, the other party is not good, we have to prepare the way back!"

"Are you going to be a slave of the third surname?" a cold voice came from behind the two.