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When money is in hand, I never know how to accumulate, just like I hate less when I use a book.

Remembering that he used to have a lot of money, and he was a rich man for a while, but unfortunately he gave it away, and now he only has a few dozen taels of silver on his body, and Mo Ya still has it in his bag, Zhuo Zangfeng does not regret it.

Money is nothing but things outside the body, and you can find a way to earn it after you spend it.

His personality complements His Highness Yueyue, for example, the two million taels of silver, you don't want it, I don't want it, so good, His Highness is very arrogant to give it to the monks, and let them distribute porridge and rice to the poor people in Chang'an.

Zhuo Zangfeng clearly remembered that when he accompanied Yueyue to the Iron Buddha Temple, when he said the amount of money, the always calm old monk had just drunk a sip of tea, and snorted all on the ground, and then knelt down in front of the Bodhisattva, singing: The Bodhisattva appears ......"

There is also a silver bounty from His Majesty the Emperor......

What's the use of thinking about this?" Zhuo Zangfeng asked himself, and then quickly thought about how to earn a sum of money, and then find those Star Circle disciples to buy the pill.

Looking around, apart from the chopping firewood that is put into a high mountain, where are there any valuable things? Not to mention going to the bottom of the mountain to sell firewood, does the sect have any regulations prohibiting it, even if you buy all these worthless firewood, you can't exchange it for a few pills.

Fortunately, when the sky was endless, near the evening, an inner disciple brought an order from above.

Hundreds of weeping blood birds have recently appeared in Feihe Peak, which should have run out from behind the Divine Beast Mountain, because there are hundreds of residents living under the peak, livestock and poultry have suffered from it, and even cannibalism has occurred, and the local residents have asked the sect to take action to exterminate it.

Generally speaking, although ferocious, weeping birds rarely come close to human habitation, and it seems that other powerful mammals pose a threat to them, which is why they move their habitat.

Since the time of Meng Daozu, the Heavenly Sword Sect has strictly forbidden the hunting of spirit beasts and divine birds, unless it causes harm to humans and animals, or species that have gone mad, they will only choose to take action if they have to.

The Weeping Blood Bird is not big, the size of an adult owl, and it belongs to the lowest level of cultivation among the spirit birds, and it can be killed by a first-class martial arts realm cultivator in the world.

Eliminating these birds that are not difficult at all is disdained by the inner disciples, so this task falls on the outer disciples.

Zhuo Zangfeng saw business opportunities from this.

According to the inner disciple, the blood-weeping bird was killed and burned on the spot, because the bird's blood was highly poisonous, so that the unwitting would not be poisoned.

Under the oil lamp, the eyes of all the outer disciples looked at Senior Brother Ma who was talking eloquently.

According to Yuan Liuliu's statement, Senior Brother Ma is a big ghost, don't look at the powerlessness of the chicken, people can be smart and tight. And he also gave an example, saying that a few days ago, there was a python in the mountains, and the little junior brother ran fast.

also said that he came from "that small place in Chang'an", and it was inevitable that he would be contaminated with the sophistication of the people in the capital.

Although Zhuo Zangfeng deliberately concealed his strength, it was only above his cultivation, he was not willing to pretend to be honest and stupid.

"Senior Brother, which sect is closest to our Heavenly Sword Sect?" Zhuo Zangfeng suddenly asked.

Cheng Zhuzhu didn't wait for Senior Brother to answer, and hurriedly said, "I know that in the valley north of the Heavenly Sword Sect, there is a Yanyun Sect, and the sect master is said to be in the realm of the Great Sword Master. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng nodded and said, "That's good, don't worry about sales." ”

"What's not to worry about?" asked Hararu, with wide eyes.

Smiling proudly, Zhuo Zangfeng said: "We will kill the Weeping Blood Bird tomorrow, this is a great opportunity to make money." ”

Seeing that everyone was looking at him suspiciously, he continued: "This Weeping Blood Bird is also a ninth-level spirit beast, and there must be a spar in its body, although it is the lowest grade ninth-grade spar, it is also worth a lot of money. ”

As he said this, he suddenly saw Hararuru hurriedly waving his hand.

"Senior Brother Ma, you have been here for a short time, you don't know the rules of our Heavenly Sword Sect, it is strictly forbidden for the disciples to use the spar indiscriminately, according to the Dao Ancestor, the spar is the same as the elixir, choose the good and use it; Later, the new head of the sect simply did not allow his disciples to use the spar indiscriminately, saying that he was afraid that he would use the spar condensed by poisonous gas, and his life would be guaranteed. ”

"It's okay!" Zhuo Zangfeng said: "We don't need the spars, we just keep them and sell them to Yan Yunzong." ”

"That's a good idea!" Cheng Zhuzhu immediately understood the little junior brother's painstaking efforts, and agreed: "Selling the spar for the elixir is really a wonderful idea!"

Yuan Liuliu thought about it for a long time, patted his thigh, and made up his mind.

"That's it!"

The other senior brothers also expressed their approval, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly warm.

On the second day, the sun was shining, and these outer disciples had eaten early, went to the head to receive bows and arrows, and marched towards Feihe Peak.

Follow the mountain road into a deep valley, over two high mountains, one of which is full of white flowers at the top of the peak is the Flying Crane Peak.

As the name suggests, the summit looks like a white crane flying through the sky from a distance, and there is a strange tree growing on the peak, and the white flowers bloom all year round.

Dozens of outer disciples stretched out their bows and arrows, lying in ambush on both sides of a deep gap on the mountain peak, and from the outside, they could hear the crying cry of the blood-weeping bird.

Yuan Liuliu instructed countless times along the way, asking Zhuo Zangfeng to follow closely behind him and not to leave half a step, otherwise he would not be able to protect him well.

Zhuo Zangfeng behaved submissively, leaning on the fat back of the original stay, ready to take a nap, he was too lazy to do anything about such a low-level beast.

The pillar lit a torch dipped in potion and threw it into the crevices on both sides of the rock with a whoosh.

A blue smoke came out, and an unpleasant stench came from his nose, and Zhuo Zangfeng sneezed repeatedly.

The weeping bloodbirds, perched in the cracks of the stones, were alarmed by the fire and smoke, and flew out.

The inner disciple who was waiting anxiously took advantage of this opportunity and quickly sent out feather arrows.

Although the Weeping Blood Bird is a low-level spirit bird, it has a strong ability to dodge feather arrows, although many of them are in a trance because they have been smoked by medicinal herbs, there are still many who dodge feather arrows and attack the crowd on the ground.

Fortunately, the cultivation of Yuan Liuliu, Chengzhuzhu and others was not low, and after a sword and bow shooting, in less than a stick of incense, the murderous weeping blood bird was killed.

Cheng Zhuzhu ordered his disciples to carefully gather the bird corpses in one place, took out a sharp knife from his body, smeared his hands with an ointment to restrain poison, and stabbed it down, picking out a round spar.

These outer disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, although they don't use spars to improve their cultivation, everyone has read relevant books and knows a lot about spars, and they have discussed them countless times before.

How to kill birds, how to get spars, and even how to sell spars in Yanyun Sect have all been discussed.

"These birds are stupid! Sure enough, they are a swarm of bees, and they don't know how to escape, otherwise it would be difficult for us to catch them all. ”

Cheng Zhuzhu said, the knife slashed rapidly in his hand, and the spar that fell to the ground bounced, and was quickly picked up by another junior disciple and put into a cloth bag.

Yuan Liuliu sat cross-legged on the ground, looked at Zhuo Zangfeng, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, there is a senior brother to protect you, otherwise you will have to shed your skin if you don't die today." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng said casually: "That's! Senior brother's archery is superb!"

"Haha!" Hara Liuliu said modestly: "My archery skills are too bad compared to my friend, not worth mentioning!"

The friend he was talking about was naturally "Zhuo Zangfeng, who once invited him to drink at Hutchison Restaurant." ”

Because this obese senior brother was born in poverty, he admired Zhuo Zangfeng with the same identity very much, and admired him for relying on his own strength to fight a lot in "that small place in Chang'an".

In fact, Zhuo Zangfeng, who was sitting beside him, didn't know that his name had already spread throughout the Three Mountains and Five Mountains, and even the entire cultivation world.

Seeing the recurrence of Senior Brother's old illness and began to brag, a disciple deliberately asked, "Senior Brother, what does that friend of yours Zhuo Zangfeng look like?"

This question is more acute, and Hara Ruru has never said what his "friend" looks like.

After thinking about it for a long time, Senior Brother Yuan finally said: "Zhuo Zang's sharp weapon is Yu Xuanang, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his nose is like a gall, he is really a handsome man among people, a genius who has not been encountered in the cultivation world for thousands of years. ”

Cheng Zhuzhu, who was disemboweling and looking for a spar, heard this, and said in surprise: "Senior brother, how can this friend you said look the same as the son of Bu Shishu?"

"What do you know? Bu Shishu also has a friendship with me, but this time he came and went in a hurry, and he didn't entertain him well, as for him and Zhuo Zangfeng, one is a handsome man among people, and the other is a dragon and phoenix among people, they are all about the same. ”

"Hahaha! Big Brother was confused by his two friends!"

On the White Crane Peak, bursts of cheerful laughter were heard. (To be continued.) )