The Spirit Treasure Pavilion Lord was standing on the ruins and was furious.

Those old things who don't talk about morality have stolen a lot of treasures from him.

The Lord of the Spirit Treasure Pavilion is now on fire and scolding at his disciples.

"Pavilion Master! Pavilion Master! ”

The urgent call sounded from afar, and the Spirit Treasure Pavilion Lord raised his eyes and immediately furrowed his brows.

I thought to myself that this uninteresting little thing is here to join in the fun!

"You kid isn't good...... Hey? ”

The main speaker of the Lingbao Pavilion was halfway through, and a flying pounce rushed to Montaigne, snatching the fruit and taking a closer look.

"Pavilion Master! My ......"

"Don't talk nonsense, follow me!"

The Lord of the Lingbao Pavilion didn't even care about his own lair, pushed Montaigne to turn around and fly quickly, and rushed straight to Baiyun Peak.

Before he could fall into the peak, the Spirit Treasure Pavilion Master, who was extremely sensitive to the spirit grass elixir, discovered many things that should not have appeared.

But he can't care about these now, the real treasure is in his hands, and he must not let people take the lead again.

Falling into the small courtyard, the Lingbao Pavilion Lord saw the vibrant Guiyuan Tree at a glance.

With a scream, he slammed down on the Guiyuan tree, caressing the trunk with both hands.

"Alive! Even it lives! There is a peerless genius first, and there is a peerless treasure tree, and it is a foregone conclusion that my Xuantian Sect will prosper! ”

The Lord of the Lingbao Pavilion was excited for a moment, quickly calmed down, turned his head and asked Montaigne,

"Who else knows the tree is alive?"

Montaigne shook his head and replied sincerely,

"As soon as I saw this dead tree come back to life, I thought it must be a treasure, and the first thing that came to my mind was only you, the pavilion master. Treasures into the Treasure Pavilion, I still understand this truth. ”

The Spirit Treasure Pavilion Lord nodded slowly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"Excellent! Sure enough! From today onwards, you are my disciple! I'm going to move now, move here! ”

"Huh?"

Montaigne was surprised, thinking that this Spirit Treasure Pavilion Lord was really neat in his work, and directly occupied his mansion.

After giving Montaigne a promise, the Lord of the Spirit Treasure Pavilion ignored him and instead got busy around the Guiyuan Tree.

I saw him take out a token, put it on his lips and say a few words, and soon a large number of Lingbao Pavilion belonged to fly over.

Montaigne thinks that the telephone in the Xiuzhen world is very good, so he will take one to play with sooner or later.

The disciples of the Lingbao Pavilion were even more neat, and they began to build houses and pick herbs without saying a word.

Their gazes, sweeping over the Guiyuan Tree from time to time, were all blooming with surprise.

Montaigne couldn't help anything, and no one needed his help.

He stood alone beside the Lord of the Spirit Treasure Pavilion, like a little follower.

The project was progressing very hotly, and it soon attracted the attention of other sect bosses.

After all, a large number of people have suddenly moved to the location, and they haven't told anyone in advance, which is unusual in itself.

Sect Master Qi was worried that the Lingbao Pavilion would really set up its own portal, so he was the first to come and see what was going on.

But when he saw the green tree in the attic, his eyes almost fell out.

"Stop! If you dare to come over again, I will go out of the sect! ”

The Lord of the Lingbao Pavilion flew up to the sky and looked at the Sect Master Qi from afar.

Seeing Sect Master Qi's wolf-like eyes, the Spirit Treasure Pavilion Master understood what he was thinking.

Back then, this tree was brought back by Qiao Cheng, and Qiao Cheng was the beloved disciple of Sect Master Qi.

Although Qiao Cheng died, and even this Baiyun Peak became a wasteland, it stands to reason that this peak still belongs to the sect master.

The main body of the Lingbao Pavilion forcibly occupied the tree together, making it clear that it was not reasonable.

"I ......"

"Without me!"

"This ......"

"There's no this!"

"Let's ......"

"Don't follow me, we don't know each other!"

The Spirit Treasure Pavilion Lord didn't let Sect Master Qi have a chance to speak at all.

"Huh!"

Sect Master Qi smiled awkwardly, he had a lot of black hands just now, and the Spirit Treasure Pavilion Lord hated him.

"I said Lao Li!"

"Don't get close to me! I'm going to set the Returning Tree! If you say one more word, I will be out of the sect! ”

Montaigne was a few steps away from the Spirit Treasure Pavilion Lord.

This new boss is about to rebel in a few minutes, and it feels a little unreliable.

Sect Master Qi paused, and said cautiously: "But my apprentice's soul is still on it, otherwise I would have uprooted this tree a long time ago." ”

The Lord of the Lingbao Pavilion was stunned for a moment, and then became furious,

"Qi Yuanhong, don't think about messing around! Even if Qiao Cheng lives, this tree will not be given to you! And let me tell you, I haven't seen Qiao Cheng's ghost since I came, and it is likely that it has been dispelled by the vision just now. ”

Sect Master Qi was unmoved, and pretended to be helpless and said:

"Then you'll have to let me make sure, right? I can't pull up the tree and run away, what if my apprentice's soul is resurrected? You've got to let me take it, right? ”

The Spirit Treasure Pavilion Lord hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly,

"Then come and see, I warn you! Don't pick a single leaf, or I'll rebel! ”

Sect Master Qi smiled and finally fell to the ground.

Standing beside the tree, he gently touched the body of the tree and called softly:

"Cheng'er, are you still there?"

Montaigne and the Spirit Treasure Pavilion Lord trembled at the same time, goosebumps all over their bodies.

Sect Master Qi called a few times but did not answer, so he had to sigh and retreat, nodding at the Spirit Treasure Pavilion Lord and saying:

"Well, it seems that the remnants of my child's soul have indeed dissipated. Pavilion Master Li, you have to make good use of the Guiyuan Tree, our Xuantian Sect has obtained another treasure, which is a great blessing for my sect! ”

The Spirit Treasure Pavilion Lord breathed a sigh of relief, his tone became unusually soft, and said:

"Of course, I was born as a person of Xuantian Sect, and I am a ghost of Xuantian Sect when I die, so naturally everything is considered by Xuantian Sect."

Sect Master Qi and Montaigne glanced at him at the same time, and they both thought: Who was going to rebel if they didn't agree just now?

The few sect bosses who arrived later, seeing that the sect master had already given up fighting for the Guiyuan Tree, of course they would not jump out to find trouble.

They all leaned over enthusiastically and discussed with the Lord of the Spirit Treasure Pavilion how to make good use of the Guiyuan Tree in the future.

When everyone left, it was the middle of the night, and Montaigne, who had been unattended, was called to his side by the Lord of the Spirit Treasure Pavilion.

The master of Lingbao Pavilion is a simple person and speaks directly.

"Montaigne, you have made a great contribution to my Lingbao Pavilion, and I can't take you too much. But you can't practice without a spiritual root, so it's going to be a bit troublesome to make arrangements in the future. ”

Montaigne had been waiting for this question for a long time, and replied:

"I know, so I don't have anything else to think of. Give me a piece of land, and I will grow some herbs to pass the time, and I will be considered to contribute to the Lingbao Pavilion. When the Wanhua Spirit Root needs my help, I will wait obediently. ”

The Spirit Treasure Pavilion Lord was very satisfied with Montaigne's attitude.

"Good boy! When the Lingbao Pavilion is rebuilt tonight, you can pick a place at will, and I will build you a courtyard. Whoever dares to harass you again in the future, I will cut off their supply of spiritual treasures! ”

"Haha! Thank you, Master! ”

Montaigne saluted.

"Still called the Pavilion Master?"

"Yes! Thank you, Master! ”

.....

The next morning, Montaigne had a new house.

Green tiles and red walls, rockery and flowing water.

It's much better than the abandoned haunted house.

Moreover, this mansion is not on the new site of Lingbao Pavilion, but is built in the most remote valley of Baiyun Peak.

The Lord of the Lingbao Pavilion was very puzzled by this, afraid that Montaigne would live alone here and be bullied and he would not have time to help.

But Montaigne insisted, saying that with the Lingbao Pavilion cutting off the supply as a guarantee, no one would dare to get along with him anymore.

The Lingbao Pavilion Lord thought about it, he himself was not the top combat power of the Xuantian Sect, but no one in the Xuantian Sect dared not to give him face.

......

Lying on a bamboo chair in the courtyard, Montaigne comfortably ate melons and fruits.

These are all sent by the master of the Lingbao Pavilion, specially bought from nearby villages and towns.

In fact, Montaigne can obtain energy from Lingzhi, and he no longer needs food to replenish his physical strength.

But in order to continue to pretend to be a mortal, it is not bad to eat something delicious every day.

Qiao Cheng stayed with Guiyuan Tree, and the Fire Phoenix didn't come to him again.

Montaigne became a free man again.

Get a large box of medicinal seeds from the master of the Spirit Treasure Pavilion, and wait for him to be in the mood to plant and play slowly.

"Huh! This is a happy life! Eat and drink without worrying about everything, is there a more comfortable day in the world? ”

The more Montaigne thought about it, the happier she became, and she fell asleep under the warm morning sun.

A figure landed beside Montaigne.

He looked at Montaigne who was asleep, and then at the few farm tools that had been thrown against the wall, and frowned.

Then he put his hand on Montaigne's forehead.

Montaigne seemed a little uncomfortable and grunted his lips.

Sect Master Qi stood aside and watched Montaigne ponder. He always felt that a series of strange appearances in the sect all started from a few people in Linshui Village to join the sect.

But while Montaigne was asleep and carefully probed his body, Sect Master Qi once again confirmed that Montaigne had no spiritual root and could not practice at all.

A real ordinary person could never be the cause of a series of strange appearances, shaking his head, he finally left quietly.

I slept until the evening, which was also the first good sleep since Montaigne entered the Xuantian Sect.

Stretching his waist for a long time, Montaigne looked at the setting sun in the west, and the corners of his mouth curled.

Laughing and picking up the hoe, Montaigne began to work.

With a few swings of the hoe and a few random sprinkled seeds, the field was planted with great sloppiness.

The sun rises and the sun sets.

Montaigne lived an ordinary life like a farmer.

Except for the occasional visit to Montaigne by Lingbao's people, no one disturbed his peace.

After inquiring about the recent situation of the geniuses in Linhe Village several times, the Lingbao Pavilion Master said that they were being cultivated by various sects and that everything was fine, which made Montaigne feel a little relieved.

It didn't take long for the planted herbs to sprout one after another.

Looking at the verdant seedlings, Montaigne felt a sense of accomplishment.

Xuantian Sect has also returned to normal.

Time quickly smoothed everything out.

In the blink of an eye, a few months passed, and Montaigne, who bent down to weed, straightened up and wiped his sweat.

A few figures flew in the sky, and it was the disciples who had gone out and returned to Baiyun Peak, with more or less harvest.

Montaigne smiled and continued hoeing.

Yikes!

A small vole ran past Montaigne's feet.

This little thing likes to nibble on rhizomes the most, and before many herbs have grown, they are dragged into the ground and eaten clean.

The medicine fields of the Lingbao Pavilion are taken care of by monks, and it is impossible for any insect infestation to get close.

But Montaigne is different here, he can eat as much as he wants, and Montaigne never cares how much he loses.

Lost replanting is.

Therefore, whether it is voles, birds, or deer and dolphins in the mountains and forests, they all eat fat and strong.

So much so that the area around Montaigne's courtyard has become a paradise for small animals.

Just as Montaigne put down his hoe and was about to go back to the hospital to rest, more than a dozen teenagers fell down violently and trampled the medicine field to a mess.

Montaigne frowned, looking at them without speaking.

"You are Montaigne? The mortal who followed the fool's spiritual root? ”

The leading young man was arrogant, and raised the sword in his hand and pointed at Montaigne's forehead.

Montaigne tilted his head slightly, and he understood very well what the leading young man meant by the fool Linggen.

He patiently asked:

"Who are you? What's wrong with the stupid guy? ”