After entering the inner courtyard, the academy no longer provides contribution point subsidies, and everything depends on the warriors themselves to earn contribution points. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As a waiter in the Scripture Pavilion, Fang Shan's salary was very high, and at the end of the day, he was paid five hundred contribution points.

This is a lot of money for any Inner Court martial artist.

What's more, you only need to work for three hours a day, and the rest of the time can be used for cultivation, and it won't delay your cultivation.

Of course, although she is the attendant of the Scripture Pavilion, she is not qualified to look at the classics in it.

If you want to look through it, it's okay, like everyone else, go through the procedures with Meng Lao, and there is no privilege to contribute five hundred per hour.

You ask her why she doesn't sneak through the books?

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is an important place of the academy, not only guarded by large and small magic circles on the outside, but also defensive magic arrays inside, and there are mirror flower formations to monitor all parts of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

If you peek at the classics, you will not only be severely punished, but you may also be deprived of your discipleship and expelled from the academy.

In the face of serious consequences, no one dares to defy the law.

Fang Shan knew that this job was not easy to come by, and he also felt very rare, so he worked diligently and did not carry anything.

In the month since she came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, she can be said to have tasted the warmth and coldness of human affection, met all kinds of people, and suffered a lot of grievances.

For example, this big man who asked for body refining classics, his attitude was bad, he looked like he was on top, and he shouted and drank at waiters like her, and spoke evil words to each other, and Fang Shan could only admit it.

Not long after Fang Shan led the Han to leave, Liu Ming heard a shout.

He recognized the voice, it was Fang Shan's voice.

Thinking of the big man just now, Liu Ming hurriedly followed the voice.

The disciples of the inner court, except for a few martial artists who were stuck in the Nine Layers of Blood Spirit, were basically in the Kaiyuan Realm.

In this realm, martial artists mainly cultivate spiritual power and use spiritual elements, and there are very few martial artists who are looking for body refining classics.

After all, the Blood Spirit Realm is only laying the foundation, and not many people will follow the path of physical sanctification.

This path is particularly difficult to walk, and it is also limited by age, as long as it is over forty, the age of no confusion, the physical body will gradually decline.

However, martial artists who cultivate spiritual power are diametrically opposed, the longer they cultivate, the deeper their foundation becomes.

Of course, the years of killing immortals, no one can be detached, let you be a generation of Tianjiao, sitting on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, in the end will eventually turn into a handful of loess.

When Liu Ming rushed to Fang Shan's side, the latter had already been slapped several times, and his originally pretty and fair face was already red, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Hmph, what kind of chaste martyr is pretending, Lao Tzu has said, give you ten times the contribution points, just accompany me for a day, and you won't do it?" The one who beat people was the big man who let Fang Shan lead the way before.

The Han people are tall and big, wearing a black suit, with distinct muscles and green muscles, burly and rough.

This reminded Liu Ming of the Iron Tower, and this guy looks obviously much more solid than the Iron Tower.

Looking at this figure, refining the body is indeed unique, but Liu Ming can feel the strong spiritual power flowing from the big man's body.

This strength, at least no less than Zhou Chongguang, coupled with the explosive muscles, gives people an oppressive sense of strength.

"Senior brother, please respect yourself. Fang Shan's eyes were filled with tears, trying not to let the tears fall.

When Yang Dazhuang heard this, he was furious, and Pu Fan's big palm shook it again, "The cheap girl begged to beat." ”

Looking at the menacing Yang Dazhuang, the tears that Fang Shan had been holding back finally flowed down, and he closed his eyes helplessly.

But after waiting for a long time, the slap did not fall on her face.

Fang Shan opened his eyes, and a familiar figure blocked in front of him.

"Senior Brother Liu Ming?" she said in disbelief.

Liu Ming turned around and grinned, "It's me!"

In his hand, the wrist of Yang Dazhuang's big hand was jammed, blocking his attack.

"Who are you?" Yang Dazhuang withdrew his palm and looked at the kid in front of him who had stopped his good deeds.

"My name is Liu Ming. Liu Ming's face suddenly calmed down, "But from today onwards, you will change your name to my senior brother." ”

When Yang Dazhuang heard this, he immediately laughed, "Where did the hairy boy come from, to be my senior brother Yang Dazhuang?"

"Senior Brother Liu, this is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and you can't fight. Fang Shan hurriedly stopped Liu Ming and didn't let him do it.

She knew this Yang Dazhuang, this person pestered herself three times and twice, and she didn't dare to do anything on weekdays.

It's just that there is no one here today, so he moved his evil heart and bullied her.

Fang Shan felt aggrieved in his heart, but he also understood what kind of place this was, and he didn't dare to say anything.

Who knew that this Yang Dazhuang had to make inches, not only full of nonsense, but also wanted to do something to her.

Of course, Fang Shan would not let him succeed, so Yang Dazhuang became angry and made a direct move, she wanted to dodge, but Yang Dazhuang's cultivation was too strong, and his move was urgent and ruthless, and he slapped her several times.

Then, Liu Ming appeared.

It's just that what Fang Shan wants most now is to calm things down.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is an important place in the academy, and the rules are strict. If things are really big, not to mention that her job is not guaranteed, Liu Ming, who stepped forward, will also be implicated.

So Fang Shan pulled Liu Ming tightly and didn't let him make a move.

"Whether you are qualified or not, you will know after you have played. Liu Ming said, taking a step forward.

Fang Shan was anxious, and he didn't care about the difference between men and women, so he directly hugged Liu Ming's arm, "Senior Brother Liu, you can't do it, if you continue like this, you will be severely punished." ”

As soon as these words came out, Liu Ming didn't feel anything, but Yang Dazhuang was pale, obviously knowing the rules of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and there was a look of fear in the depths of his pupils.

"This person deceived you first, if the academy investigates it, he will be punished heavily, and if he doesn't beat him, it will be difficult for me to be angry. Liu Ming shook his hand and wanted to break free.

But Fang Shan became even more anxious when she heard this, and in a hurry, she directly opened her arms, hugged Liu Ming tightly, didn't let him move, and said in her mouth: "Senior Brother Liu, don't be rash, the rules of this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are not a joke, and besides, I didn't suffer any injuries, so forget it." ”

Didn't get hurt?

Liu Ming clearly saw that her cheeks were red and swollen, and the corners of her mouth were cracked and oozing blood, which was still called uninjured?

"Don't stop me!" Liu Ming was about to beat this bastard.

Although Fang Shan and him had only spoken a few words, the two were not familiar with each other, but his gentle personality and polite attitude impressed him deeply.

Such a kind and polite girl was bullied, and her cheeks were swollen, even if Fang was good at him and he was an unknown passerby, Liu Ming would help, not to mention that the two knew each other, and they had said a few words.

Seeing the two hugging each other, Yang Dazhuang couldn't wait to rush up and beat the pair of dog men and women into meat patties.

But after all, he still cared about the rules of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and didn't dare to defy the law, "Hmph, boy, I remember you, in the future, when I see my uncle take a detour, if I am unlucky and am bumped into by me, even if I can't kill you, I will have to pick you a layer of skin." ”

ps: Recently, Kawen, chatting in the author group, many author friends said that I update too fast, five chapters a day, 10,000 words of updates, 300,000 a month, hard work and fatigue not to mention, the key is that no one reads, what's the use of updating more, it's better to update two times a day, save the manuscript, and explode when there is a recommendation.

I thought about it, and they were right, and that's the way it is, the book really doesn't get much exposure without a recommendation. Fortunately, my will is still firm.,Said 10,000 words a day this month.,I won't waver.,Although the manuscript is exhausted now.,The update time is uncertain.,But five chapters a day is enough.,Finally, ask for a red ticket.,Brothers and sisters who have tickets can smash it over.。