Logging is a breeze.

After all, the trees on this mountain are not at all the same species compared to the outer forests, and they are of good quality but not heavy, and they can fall down with a few axes.

The forest was extremely dense, and the seven of Fang Guiyuan each cut a piece of it, and collected it with their sleeves, and when the sky was slightly dark, and everyone was sweating profusely, they were almost finished.

After Fang Daochang finished his manual labor, he indulged in the song again, and his heart was naturally very heroic.

When this mood is good, the efficiency of doing things will naturally be high.

Originally, his "palace" was the most complicated and tiring to build, but in the end, it became the third one to be built. The first is Boang, who maintains the "tribal style" and chooses to live in a house, and the second is Hongde, who hastily built a small yard.

This house is also easy to repair, cut down the wood casually to figure out a rough shape, pile it on your own open space, you can build it automatically, the mortise and tenon are complete, and the craftsmanship is like a natural thing.

So Fang Guiyuan also followed Ximing and them to complain: "This work is useless, since this house can be done automatically, why do we have to be busy?"

Xi Ming thought about it and replied, "Maybe those immortals want to toss us?"

Fang Guiyuan rolled his eyes and said, "How much have they tossed enough?"

It just so happened that the houses of the seven of them were also completed, and although the styles of the seats were very different, they did not seem to make any difference when they were separated into the mountains.

In order to show off his achievements, Fang Guiyuan invited all six of them to his own room.

Pavilions, rockeries, flowers and plants, and a lot of useless ear rooms that can only be seen, and the farmers and plants who see them all feel that Fang Daochang is idle and has nothing to do to fool himself.

Just arranged for everyone to sit down in the small garden, divided the wine and food, and was about to raise a glass to invite Mingyue, there was a rumbling sound from another peak in the distance.

"What's going on?" asked Boang first.

"The mountain next to it...... Someone cut a hole and came out?!" Hong De flew up and glanced at the next door and said.

The two peaks are far apart, and usually you can only see a green shape, but now you can see that the original "N" shaped peak has been lifted away.

"Let's take a look?" the seven of them glanced at each other, and finally Fang Guiyuan proposed.

These words were exactly what the six people wanted, so they naturally nodded their heads immediately, and they all walked against the wind, and they came to the edge of the mountain peak with a roar.

When I flew up and looked down, I saw several monks facing each other with their weapons.

The seven of them were either wearing short fights or strong suits, in short, they could wear whatever was convenient for them, which was much more refined than Fang Guiyuan's wide robe and wide sleeves.

They all wore weapons on their backs, waists, and hands, and all of them had serious faces and full of momentum.

Lin Congzhou glared at him in surprise and said, "Seven martial cultivators!"

Although those who practice and pursue the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth can be called monks, after a long period of development, they will naturally be divided into factions by people who have no intention and have no intentions, and label them, and if the label is applied too much, after a long time, it is usually acquiesced.

For example, Fang Guiyuan is a cultivator who focuses on inner spells, while Chen Jiu is a cultivator who focuses on external methods to practice physical and martial arts, and these two cultivation methods can be said to be the most popular in the cultivation world.

And the internal and external methods are also diverse, after all, the three thousand avenues, the Tao is different, and no one can guess how the Taoist friends entered the Tao before they saw it.

There are two main divisions of the external law, "martial cultivation" and "physical cultivation", both of which come through force, and one is just carrying a weapon and the other is directly naked and turning into a humanoid self-propelled weapon on the battlefield.

According to Lin Congzhou's previous habits, the outer law monk and his "ice clear jade, clean breeze and bright moon" general inner law monk were daily to each other, but now that they have changed places, this habit has not changed, and they frowned reflexively when they saw it.

At this time, there was also a guy below who raised his eyelids and noticed them, and he couldn't help frowning, "How many magic cultivators?"

Well, this guy seems to be used to fighting each other inside and out.

Looking at Lin Congzhou, who was "looking at each other affectionately" with the people below, and the invisible gunsmoke was filled, Fang Guiyuan scratched his face in confusion.

To be honest, since their cultivation world has been on the downhill road for thousands of years, this range has also shrunk a lot, and it is simply a stroke of luck to find a Taoist friend with the same level of like-mindedness, plus there has never been a habit of internal and external Dharma monks fighting each other, so the atmosphere of the entire cultivation world is like an air freshener with He Meimei.

Fang Daochang is fine, and he still likes to fight with Chen Jiu.

Therefore, he could not understand the tradition of "not pleasing each other" between the monks of the two schools in the other world.

Also, physical cultivators also like to look at each other unpleasantly.

At every turn, they gather people to fight in the name of "competition", and even if they are asked to pay money after damaging public buildings, and being beaten by their elders, they can't stop their high morale.

The reason why this mountain peak was forcibly demolished this time is probably because the seven people below finally couldn't resist fighting......

An old man in yellow suddenly came out of the ground, holding a booklet in his hand, holding a pen in his right hand, and quickly wrote a few sentences on the booklet.

"On the first day of study, the seven people of Fuliang Peak broke the peak, and each deducted 1,200 wisps of purple qi. ”

"Why are you holding it again?!" shouted a monk with a long knife with a shocked expression.

Again?!

Fang Daochang, who was used to grasping sensitive words, felt as if he knew something.

"Buckle it, buckle it, don't worry if you have more debts anyway!" the speaker put away his short sword and walked towards the open space he had circled.

"Hmph!" The two guys who had been staring at each other for a long time were also interrupted by the short old man who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and they snorted and left.

"Why is there a different person in my memory this time?" Wu Xiu, who had been staring at him since Lin had been talking to him since Zhou spoke, finally put his eyes on others, and said with a frown and disgust, "Still so short?"

When the short old man heard this, he raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and unhurriedly took up his pen and wrote it down on the book, "Discriminate against the dwarf, disrespect the elderly, and deduct twenty-five wisps of purple gas." ”

"I ......" The man was depressed for a while, and he couldn't help but take a few steps towards the short old man, but after all, his brain was still there, and he knew that he couldn't make trouble, so he only held down the long sword at his waist, turned his head and brushed his sleeves away.

"Tsk. ”

Lin Congzhou, who was still floating in the sky, let out a snort proudly. Although he didn't fight, he was already mentally victorious by his performance.

Fang Guiyuan who watched from the sidelines: ...... I don't really understand you guys.

Siming fell in front of the short old man on the ground and asked him, "I don't know who you are?"

The short old man was very happy to notice that he was bending down and asking, so that he didn't need to raise his head to look at people, and happily touched his beard and replied: "Your Excellency doesn't need to use the word 'you', the old man is just a mountain god hired by the academy to temporarily take care of this mountain." ”

"Can a mountain peak also have a mountain god in charge?" asked Ximing.

The short old man laughed twice and said, "Although this place looks small, it is not deep, but you don't know if the world is big?" ”

As he spoke, he also nodded towards the place where the seven martial cultivators were.

"Then we have it too?" asked Fang Guiyuan, who had also moved down.

"The Qingliang Peak where the seven of you live naturally also has its own steward mountain god. The short old man stroked his beard and replied. "It's just that if it's okay, we don't often come out to dazzle. ”

Fang Guiyuan thought, probably because the seven of them were more worry-free, so the mountain gods of their Qingliang Peak didn't even appear when they went up the mountain to express it.

Still, he had a question.

"I just heard you say how many wisps of purple qi are deducted...... Why is that?"

The short old man replied in a kind manner: "The so-called purple qi is nothing more than the currency that you can use in this academy and even in the Three Realms. For example, if the old man was hired by the academy to be the god of guarding the land, he could get five hundred wisps of purple qi every month. ”

"Use purple gas as currency...... This is too much of a penance, isn't it?" Ximing and Fang Guiyuan said in surprise.

The way they can obtain purple qi is self-cultivation, and the other is to capture a trace of the sun leaking out at the moment of the rising sun, both of which are thankless tasks for ordinary monks, and this Ayaluan realm can actually play such a hand?

The short old man explained to them: "There has never been such an example before, but the Three Realms Academy was established, and the immortals and gods were not sure what to do as a means of reward and punishment for a while, so they settled on the purple qi that could not only help people cultivate, but also exchange. ”

"However, this purple gas is not universal everywhere, there are many large and small countries in this Ayaluan realm, and each has its own coins that are popular, but the purple gas is more widely used. Some small tribes are still using shell coins!"

In other words, the purple qi is used to engage in "bartering"? Fang Guiyuan thought that although he had money, he could also exchange it for things if he used purple qi of the same value.

This is much more convenient for them, the "students" from different places.

In other words, can he also use purple gas to make up for the tuition fees he owes?