The life of a supporting character is always so boring and boring.

Every day, Wang Qing served the jade dew sent by the sect, lit the incense he had exchanged, sat cross-legged on the warm jade futon, and cultivated a relationship with the thirteen-yuan baby.

After dawn, he came to his textile studio to practice the "Thirteen Gu Heart Seals", and weaved the Yuanxin yarn with a creak.

Wait until the spirit is exhausted and unable to continue.

Then he began to practice the true qi luck of "Little Wuxiang Swordsmanship", and increased the Qiankun needle to one hundred and eight in one breath, making it like a cloud of light, with a little killing intent in it, hidden between the flickering light and shadow, and erupting at any time.

And since he gained a little bit of incomprehensible comprehension, "Sleeping Cicada Jue" has been running all the time, covering his majestic true qi like an ordinary disciple - this is probably also the characteristic of Siming Mountain.

The master of Yuanying is hidden in the middle of a group of Jiedan monks, and he deals with the same group of small cultivators who practice qi and build a foundation every day, and he is never tired of it.

Chen Feng, who got the old grandfather of the Ancient God, is still down-to-earth for the seven generations of disciples, distributing quarterly pills, that is, one or two bottles of the sect's Qi Gathering Pill, and presiding over many trivial justices.

Ye Fei, who has refined the acquired sword body, is even more low-key, and everyone thinks that he still has not broken the foundation double, and he is still a little foundation building. But he didn't know that this one had already traveled thousands of miles, on the periphery of the Mangbarren Mountain Range, and killed the snake demon who had passed the Dan Realm.

Naturally, there is also Wang Qing, although he is famous as the light of the weaving workshop.

But who knows, this foundation-building monk who is a cultivator who is not weaker than the Heavenly Sword Sect has accumulated savings in the sea of pulses, which makes the ancestors look sideways.

In addition to the commonality, he also knows the great secrets of the sect, and the people who come and go are all ancestor-level figures, and the people who ask for advice and practice are all ancient qi practitioners, and fake and fake can be regarded as the hidden high-level of the sect.

And among the sects, there are all kinds of new school bags, shoulder trousers, spring red ointment, immortal Songdan, Belinzhu, flower honeydew, and cold iron...... The grocery tycoon behind all this, naturally, no one knows that it is him.

Wang Qing put down the shuttle, looked at his pair of hands that had been hidden at home for a long time, and became more and more slender and white, and sighed.

An iron-gray ring looms over the index finger of his right hand.

"Who would have known that I had saved a mustard seed ring so early?"

Compared with the treasure bag, the mustard seed ring has a space of thirty or fifty squares, which is already very useful, and it is full of stuff at this time.

This mustard seed ring is the only hidden possession of a descendant of an ancestor in Qianfengling. It's just that the descendants are not angry, and they don't dare to use it if they keep it in their hands, so they have to be dusty for a hundred years.

However, there was a young man in this generation, and he had some signs of prosperity, so in order to catch up with Tu Yunsheng's business, he categorically sold this mustard seed ring.

In the end, it was natural that some inconspicuous things in Qianfengling were successfully sold to Siming Mountain, Dantai Sect, Mingyue Sect, Baihua Valley, and Qingyun Sect......

"Really, I didn't expect that. ”

The power of this "direct selling" model shocked Wang Qing.

Since he agreed that Tu Yunsheng had developed Ping Ziyue, he was out of control.

Ping Ziyue simply developed a deacon in the Yudan period in the Valley of Hundred Flowers, as a Sanpin sect, Jiedan could not be called an elder, only a deacon.

Tu Yunsheng included Qianfengling in it.

The deacon of Baihua Valley fired a rifle and eyebrow-to-eye with the Qingyun faction of Siming Mountain.

In this process, Wang Qing was also ignorant, Tu Yunsheng and Ping Ziyue, when they encountered any problems, they came to Siming Mountain to ask him. He just based on the business experience of those who played with flowers in his previous life, and solved their doubts one by one.

But unconsciously, he became the spiritual leader of this network.

Every month, a steady stream of pills, treasure medicines, spiritual fruits, and spiritual materials are sent into his courtyard in Siming Mountain.

"I am already about to change from Wang Xiaoqing, the richest man in the seventh generation, to Wang Daqing, the richest man in Siming Mountain. ”

Wang Qing couldn't help but shake his spirits, puffed up his chest, and wondered, can he spend money to call Mo Changchun to go to the Barren Mountain Range to kill a shape-shifting demon beast for him.

Koharuko is still very useful.

"What do you think, laughing so obscenely?"

“......”

Wang Qing was speechless for a while, Mo Changchun simply didn't have the demeanor of a master at all, and appeared in his workshop out of thin air from time to time. If he hadn't broken into the bedroom after all, Wang Qing would have used a cold iron to beat himself with a pair of pants.

"Why is Zongzheng having time again?"

"This time it's business. ”

Wang Qing smiled slightly, and faked a sentence: "What did Zongzheng say, why didn't you do the right thing?"

Mo Changchun really had a serious look on his face, and talked about his business.

"The amount of special yarn you go out every month is almost more than that of the sect. ”

Here it comes!

Ever since he noticed that the grocery store was getting bigger and bigger, he knew that there was a day. If Siming Mountain really only has a group of Jiedan monks, it would be easy to say. But there are a bunch of primordial ancestors hidden in it, and Wang Qing has no extravagant hopes to hide at all.

However, his three-foot-long tongue was ready for quibble.

"Ahem, Zongzheng, listen to me give you a quibble...... Resolution. ”

It's always careless!

"Qubble. ”

Wang Qing laughed dryly, and then continued: "Zong Zheng called Elder Wang of Jiuyuan Mansion before, and spread false information during teaching, what is it for?"

Mo Changchun blinked, his face was not red and his heart was not beating: "Naturally, it is for the sake of the great cause of the sect." If more people raise silkworms and weave cloth, we will be free to weave more Yuanxin yarn. ”

"Ranye!" Wang Qing praised and glanced at Mo Changchun admiringly: "Zongzheng is a public heart, and the sun and the moon can be revealed." Disciples, it is also for this purpose that they have worked hard, planning day and night, and finally achieved a little success. ”

"Oh~~ You earned so much, it's also for the sect?"

Wang Qing didn't hear the ridicule in it, nodded and said: "That's true! Zongzheng doesn't know that the best way to get some people to achieve their desired goals is to stimulate their subjective initiative.

Zong Zhengyan said that the matter of silkworms can exercise the spirit spirit, which is also based on this consideration. However, spiritual cultivation is not intuitive after all, and those people may raise silkworms and weave cloth because of impulse, but they can't sustain it, so the effect is not good.

But the disciple's method is different.

Zongzheng, you want to go, have the silkworm houses been broken through the threshold now? Are mulberry gardens spread all over Siming Mountain? Are every weaving workshop overcrowded? In the fine houses on the mountain of the Sevenfold Realm, can you hear the sound of squeaking and working fairies day and night?

Do you, and the sect, still need to worry about the output of premium yarn?

Moreover, Bezon knew very well why we were increasing production, thinking that we were secretly expanding our business, but it was impossible to know our true purpose, and it was hidden at a deeper level.

As for my disciples, with a little encouragement, I don't have to worry about it every day, and I can devote myself to the great cause of weaving. Now half a moon can be woven into a piece of Yuanxin yarn, and the quality is even higher in sesame flowers, which is not inferior to Tang Jiaoxi.

Seeing the increasingly prosperous scene of the sect, disciples, disciples dream back every midnight, and can't help but wet their tears!

You raise silkworms, he grows mulberry, I weave cloth, and we all have a bright future!"

Mo Changchun felt that he was convinced.

But after all, it was the Yuan Infant Ancestor, but he tried his best to hold firm: "The quibble is good, but you are just a little bit of encouragement?

"The profits obtained, the sect is thirty percent!"

"Fifty percent!"

"Strike!"

"Okay, Sancheng!"

"Deal!"

Wang Qing couldn't help showing a trace of flesh pain on his face, very sad, and said secretly in his heart: "Finally from the good, after the bright road, I can still get the big head, I really, really reluctant." ”