Zhu Xiafeng, deacon's hut.

The Taishi chair swayed, and the faces of Chen Sheng and Deacon Zhou were full of comfort, allowing their bodies to ripple.

It seems that although the two are different in age, when they are put together, there is an indescribable sense of harmony.

"The Lingyue Pill can only withstand two and a half hours of hard labor, two pills a month, even if you receive the end of your life, you will not be able to eat the foundation building monk."

Thinking of Chen Sheng's cultivation resources, Deacon Zhou was speechless for a while, although the Guangxiu Immortal Sect is one of the five major sects in the border area, and the family has a big business, but there are also many people, where can he take care of the outer disciples.

Lingyue Dan is like chicken ribs, it is a pity to abandon it if it is tasteless, it is all foolish.

And Chen Sheng has really been fooled for three years, and the realm of the second layer of qi refining is proof of this.

"What can I do? I don't want to do the task of the temple. ”

Chen Sheng didn't refute, Deacon Zhou was right, the medicinal effect of the Lingyue Pill was too much worse than the Qi Condensing Pill.

But then again, no matter how small a mosquito's leg is, it's still meat.

Isn't it fragrant for nothing?

"I have a quota here to obtain cultivation resources, so I will give it to you."

Deacon Zhou said helplessly.

He couldn't understand Chen Sheng's thinking at all, if he took a trip to the palace, it would take ten days and half a month to earn ten years of Lingyue Pill shares, but Chen Sheng just didn't do it, he just took his time.

Take your time, he was afraid that Chen Sheng would go ahead of him, and for the friendship of this eldest brother of Chen Ergou's family, he decided to "raise" Chen Sheng first.

"What for? It won't be a hassle. ”

Chen Sheng doesn't want to be a maverick, but his cultivation path is too stable, he doesn't want to go to the extraneous branches, isn't it good to lie down and climb to the top.

"Don't bother, put on the name of a deacon's assistant, you don't have to do anything."

Deacon Zhou knew that Chen Sheng was very lazy, and since he dared to say it, it showed that this was an errand that could be received while lying down.

"So good?"

Chen Sheng glared.

"Originally, it was prepared for the outer disciples who had a backstage, if that person hadn't gone to the inner door, a radish and a pit wouldn't have fallen on your head."

Deacon Zhou spat out the truth, there are some fictitious positions in the Immortal Sect, and only specific people can hold them.

He who eats and does not work.

There are very few such positions, and they are basically fixed, but it just so happens that there is a vacancy on his side.

"That'...... Thank you. ”

Chen Sheng smiled, there was such a good errand, thinking that he would not have to give it to others, rather than cheapening others, it would be better to cheapen himself, so he agreed.

"You're welcome."

Deacon Zhou waved his hand, his original intention was to use Chen Sheng to catch Chen Ergou's line, but everywhere, with friendship, it was different.

After a few years, Chen Sheng is a person worth befriending, and if he can help him, let's help him.

"Lao Mo's Scripture Pavilion also has this hidden benefit?"

Today, after coming into contact with the twists and turns of the Immortal Sect, Chen Sheng became a little interested and asked about the secrets among the deacons.

"That's another way."

"The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion where Lao Mo is stationed, strictly speaking, belongs to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the outer gate of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect, and the real sect inheritance is not there at all, so the rules are not strict."

"The borrowing of the inheritance jade slip over there, there is a lot of room for manipulation, and if he opens his eyes and closes his eyes, he can roughly let you see and vomit."

Deacon Zhou is worthy of being an old man of the sect, and when it comes to twists and turns, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion managed by Mo Dahai does not act according to the established rules.

In the final analysis, rules are rules, people are alive, as long as they are not excessive, they will not be so serious.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier."

Hearing this, Chen Sheng felt that he had missed a lot, with his friendship with Lao Mo, the spells of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion could be seen casually.

Although it is some low-level magic, there is nothing to dislike about things that are seen in vain.

"With your cultivation speed at the second level of Qi refining in the past three years, is it necessary to cultivate the technique?"

The technique is to protect the way and destroy the enemy, and according to Chen Sheng's cultivation speed, the possibility of dying of old age is much more likely than being hacked to death.

Anyway, Deacon Zhou felt that there was no need for Chen Sheng to cultivate the magic method at all.

"You don't understand."

Chen Sheng rolled his eyes, his time is endless, and the magic will be able to be studied thoroughly in the future.

It's a pity that he can't tell Deacon Zhou his secrets, so he can only continue to be despised.

……

Scripture Pavilion.

Mo Dahai continued to live a life of retirement.

When he was young, he fought for the life and death of the sect, and when he was old, he was arranged to manage such a job as the Zangjing Pavilion, and he was very satisfied.

It's just that sometimes, it's quite lonely.

"Little Brother Chen should be there with Lao Zhou."

Mo Dahai thought of Chen Sheng, this descendant who became acquainted with the Spirit Gathering Array three years ago, heard that he was Chen Ergou's eldest brother, and he said a few more words.

After going back and forth, the two got acquainted, and later found out that it was an unexpected temper.

If you get along, move around more.

In these days, the more you live, the more hopeful you are.

"Old Mo, the stove is lit."

A warm, familiar voice rang out.

Outside the Scripture Pavilion, a young man in white walked in, his eyebrows and eyes were smiling, there was a trace of dust on his body, and his steps were gentle, like a scholar stepping into the green.

"Just thinking of you, you came."

Mo Dahai is happy, when people reach old age, they no longer have the goal of struggle, and the only thing to look forward to is to find acquaintances to chat and remember the past.

If one more acquaintance comes to find you, you will have a kind of joy from the heart.

Call......

Mo Dahai pinched a fire spell, and the black charcoal on the small red clay stove came out with red light, and the flames were red, exuding blazing heat.

On the small stove, a copper kettle filled with water is on the shelf, and it is waiting to make tea.

"You're pretty skilled."

Chen Sheng came here this time to learn the technique, and when he saw Mo Dahai's fire spell, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Use it every day."

Mo Da didn't know what Chen Sheng meant, but when he heard Chen Sheng praise his fire spell, a smug look appeared on his face.

Although the fire spell is a very small spell, and among the spells under his control, it is not exquisite, but he just likes the fire spell very much, probably uses it often, and has feelings.

"Do you know a lot of spells?"

Chen Sheng continued to bring this topic.

"There must be a few people who protect the way and fight the enemy, and most of the rest of the small means have been forgotten and practiced."

Deacon Zhou's eyes showed a hint of remembrance, he hadn't killed for a long time, and the few spells at the bottom of the natural pressure box hadn't been used for a long time.

Now, it's just a fire spell that is used to light a fire.

"I'm so envious, I don't know a single spell."

At this time, Chen Sheng let out a sigh, a little envious and a little sad.

"Then you ......"

Mo Dahai smiled, what is this, he has thousands of spells in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, just look at it, he will just open his mouth, and then react, and scolded with a smile: "You came to me to fight the autumn wind." ”

The younger generation actually came to trick his old man, not a son of man.

"Then it depends on whether Deacon Mo is willing to look at each other with green eyes."

Chen Sheng brewed a cup of tea, poured a cup, smiled, and put it in Mo Dahai's hand.

"Go and read it."

Mo Dahai took advantage of the situation, revealing a teachable look, and waved his hand at Chen Sheng.