Xiazhou Chashan Sect.

There are a lot of people in the main hall square that are usually not very popular in the sect at this time, although the total number of people is less than a thousand, but it is also the time when the main hall has the largest population.

Just when the scattered disciples were anxiously waiting and feeling a little uncomfortable, a huge gourd flew over from the horizon in the distance.

The gourd grew bigger and bigger from far to near, but there were many sharp-eyed people waiting in the square, and some people had already found that there were only a dozen people scattered on the huge gourd.

With the landing of the gourd, the middle-aged monk standing in front of the gourd habitually glanced at the crowd and said slowly and proudly:

"This time, our Chashan Sect won the third prize in the competition of eight mountains, four rivers and three valleys, although it is not the first prize, but the sect's food can be increased by thirty percent this year, a few boys will go with me to find the sect master to apprentice!"

The spiritual power of the middle-aged monk during the foundation building period spread these words to the onlookers and the surviving disciples behind him throughout the mountain gate, and the young disciples were a little excited when they heard this.

It's just that the next moment, the "group of relatives and friends" who had been waiting for a long time found that there were less than twenty monks who had returned to the Chashan Sect alive, and they couldn't find their familiar figure in this living crowd, and a sad mood suddenly spread among the crowd.

At the gate of a side hall far away from the crowd of people who were happy and sad, longing and fearful, Zhang Yu, who was facing the public, only realized that this was not a good day to go out, so he packed up some spiritual materials that had just been sold to the sect and waited for the crowd to disperse before seeing the opportunity to go back.

Zhang Yu, who was next to the pillar of the side hall, still remembered that the Chashan Sect had selected a hundred "elite outer disciples", but now only a dozen people have come back alive, and two or three of them have mutilated their limbs, and their paths are bleak.

This is the daily life of the cultivation realm, and the slightest activity is an eighty percent casualty rate!

It wasn't until the joys and sorrows of the later ones were finished that the middle-aged monk smiled numbly and took these lucky people to the main hall of the sect to enter the inner disciples of these lucky people.

It wasn't until everyone's attention followed them to the main hall of the sect that Zhang Yu naturally passed by, but his direction was not the main hall of the sect, but his own home.

To excel at the conference of the distribution of benefits among the sects is to obtain the status of an inner disciple in advance, and the resources will also be distributed according to the standard of the foundation building disciples, but Changyu just wants to live honestly, and it is not worth taking this risk.

Changyu's own small courtyard is on the Chashan Mountain of the Zhengshan Gate of the Chashan Sect, although it is surrounded by monks' caves, and it is noisy, but they are all monks of the same year, and they are safe.

Before he could put down the pills he had exchanged for various alchemy materials in the side hall, there was a knock on the door of Changyu's courtyard.

"Who?"

Zhang Jie has always been low-key in the Chashan Sect, although he still interacts with people in order to be gregarious, but it is definitely not this point in time.

However, it is still relatively safe on Chacha Mountain.

Opening the gate of the courtyard, Zhang Jie raised his eyes and saw two visitors, a man and a woman.

The man is a big man of 1.8 meters and close to 2 meters, and his appearance is average, and the only more significant feature is his beard;

The appearance of the woman is also average, although the face shape is a melon seed face, but it is not too popular in Xiazhou, and the face is also black, but the body shape is a little material...

didn't have time to take a closer look, Zhang Jie immediately knew that this man was an inner disciple who would "return to glory", and his tone of voice was also as polite as most of the outer disciples in the sect:

"I'm Changyu, I don't know why my senior brother came this time?"

Zhang Jie asked himself that he had always been a low-key person, just to be gregarious and as a marginal person in some small teams, he couldn't make a mistake of a promising inner disciple who had just been identified and hurried over.

A man and a woman were welcomed into the courtyard by Zhang Yu, and their first reaction was to see a few fiery red crows on a jujube tree in the front yard.

"This is not raised by ordinary people!"

After a man and a woman looked at each other, the man was the first to speak:

"I, Wang Zhan, came two years earlier than Brother Changyu, but I have received your "senior brother", this is my sister Wang Ya and my junior brother are the same batch. ”

When Zhang Jie heard Wang Zhan's words, he also took a closer look at Wang Ya's face, a little familiar, but he couldn't remember any negotiations.

The Chashan Sect recruited thousands of people from the Middle Earth in a year, and Zhang Yu and his two generations did not obtain the magical powers that he never remembered, so it was normal not to know him.

"Senior brother, I also have something to ask for this time, I don't know if my junior brother can agree?"

"Senior brother said politely, as long as I can help, I am naturally willing to form a good relationship with senior brother. ”

Zhang Yu didn't say death, but he also had some understanding in his heart:

It should be for his sister, who is the same age as himself.

There are some good things in the Chashan Sect that the quota is still determined according to one batch a year.

"Then I don't talk darkly, junior brother, you are the descendant of our Chashan Sect Zhang Laozu, the future is limitless, and there are two hands on the alchemy, I don't know if I can let my sister have a ride, don't go when the Fire Mansion recruits refining apprentices in the future?"

Zhang Yu was not very strange when he heard Wang Zhan's words, and he was not the first person to talk to him about this in the past few days.

Compared with the raw materials of alchemy, which are all renewable resources, the various resources and minerals of refining are non-renewable, and Xiazhou has been stuck on this for many years, and the training of refiners has always been cultivated according to the plan.

"It's not the first time I've been approached for this in the past few days," Zhang Yu didn't finish his words, but his eyes were pointing to the fire jujube tree and the fire crow on it.

"Oh," Wang Zhan nodded very respectfully:

"I understand, I also gained some spiritual plants during this adventure, if you see that we are so decided, I believe that other people can be compared to my sister. ”

Zhang Yu also remembered in his heart that this Wang Ya's fire spirit root was quite good in their batch, and then felt the aura emanating from the pocket, nodded, this matter is settled.

Seeing that the brother and sister left his small courtyard, Zhang Yu felt a trace of envy in his heart, he was the descendant of Zhang Laozu, but that ancestor was already five hundred, even if he was related by blood, it was quite far away.

Although he received a lot of protection from the ancestors, he couldn't do everything smoothly.

Everyone knows that a monk eats a lot of pills in his life, but there are only a handful of magic weapons that can be used. A reliable refiner is more popular than an alchemist.

It's a pity that there is no shortage of reliable alchemists in the circle of Zhang Laozu's descendants for a while, but there is a lack of low-level alchemists.