Zhang San, with a thin figure and a cunning face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info He is also a young man who came out of the countryside, due to coincidence, he was selected by the immortal master and brought to the Lijian Sect, with the talent of the second grade spiritual root, and like Mu Yu, he is now a monk of the fifth layer of the Qi refining period.

And Senior Brother Tong is a master of the ninth layer of the Qi refining period, because he will not be able to break through the foundation building period for the rest of his life, so the sect will arrange a steward for him to retire. The oil and water are quite sufficient, and the current Senior Brother Tong is no longer inferior to a rich man.

People's greed is endless, and a comfortable life has consumed Senior Brother Tong's enterprising mentality, in addition to drinking wine and eating meat every day, bullying the outer disciples, that is, as soon as there is time, he will go to the brothels and casinos under the mountain, drunk and dreaming of death.

Although in the path of cultivating immortals, Mu Yu is a babbling child who has just learned to walk, but since he was a child, he has followed the master's side, heard and heard, and knows a lot about the world of cultivating immortals.

Therefore, don't look at Senior Brother Tong's strength is higher than that of Mu Yu, but when it comes to real fighting, it doesn't matter who loses and who wins. After all, only when a person breaks through to the foundation building period can he be regarded as officially stepping into the path of cultivating immortals, even if he is a master of the ninth layer of the qi refining period, he may be shot to death by a mortal hunter with an arrow.

"If you are lucky enough to become a decent disciple, you only need to remember a word for the teacher, don't grovel, let alone take a step back and open the sky, others bully you on your head, just use your fists to shut them up! Unless that person's strength is far stronger than yours, even if you kowtow and admit your mistakes, as long as you can survive, you are the winner!"

The master's admonition is still lingering in the ears of the pastor, although the pastoral language is a little unimpressed, but the master's words are always for his own good.

Just like the situation just now, if Mu Yu retreats and takes a step back and opens up the sky, then in the future, Senior Brother Tong will definitely be like a jackal, eating away at his own interests and values step by step.

"Since you can't beat him for the time being, it's better to veto him with silent resistance!"

Zhang San hugged his arms and came to the wasteland in the mouth of Senior Brother Tong, and suddenly, a foul smell filled the air, burrowing into Mu Yu's nose.

Zhang San turned his back to the wind, frowned slightly, pinched his nose and said, "Well, from today onwards, this ten acres of wasteland will be handed over to you." According to the regulations of the sect, whether it is farming, hunting, or taking care of the spirit beasts, seventy percent of the income is handed over to the sect, and thirty percent is left for himself, and he can exchange spirit stones, rune paper and other cultivation utensils with the sect......"

Speaking of this, Zhang San smiled and said: "Little junior brother, the wheat of our sect is not the wheat cultivated by mortals, it has been impregnated with spiritual energy for many years, mortals eat it, and they are full of energy for a day, and the monks eat it, which can increase the spiritual power in the body, and the wheat of the sect can be cooked three times a year, that is to say, after four months, you must hand over seven acres of wheat, otherwise, you will have to use your own spirit stone to make up for it!"

Mu Yu nodded, and suddenly asked, "Brother Teacher, why is this land bare, and not an inch of weeds grow?"

When Zhang San heard this, his smile became even stronger, his eyes were filled with a hint of banter, and he said: "Little junior brother, you don't know, in fact, a few years ago, this was originally a wild grassland, and Senior Brother Tong suddenly announced one day that he would reclaim the fields and plant grain and rice on these ten acres of wild grassland, so that the spirit beasts in the spirit animal park can use the excreted feces and waste as fertilizer ......."

Hearing this, Mu Yu's eyebrows suddenly jumped, no wonder this place was stinky, it turned out that it was sprinkled with the feces of many spirit beasts.

"As a result, because of too much fertilizer, all the wheat was burned to death for a long time, and the fields became bare, and after some investigation by Senior Brother Tong, it was determined that it was difficult to grow any more plants in this wasteland, you see, even the weeds did not patronize here. Zhang San said.

"Since there is so much manure in the Spirit Animal Garden, which can be used as fertilizer, then why does Guangguang have to be poured here? Don't you give some to the senior brothers and sisters of Mi Gu?" Mu Yu couldn't help but ask.

"Rice grain has a special fertilizer to raise, that fertilizer is not a kind of dung, but is made of dozens of medicines, the value is expensive, and the spiritual rice produced is used to support the senior brothers and sisters of the inner door and the elders. Do you think they will eat rice stained with livestock manure?"

Mu Yu sighed, this Senior Brother Tong is not only mean, but also extremely greedy for money. For the harvest of the spirit stones of ten acres of land, he used countless fertilizers to completely burn this good field, and now, he sent himself here, obviously to force himself to bow his head and become a persimmon kneaded in his hands.

"That's all you say, little junior brother, you can ask for more blessings for yourself. Zhang San pinched his nose and said in a strange voice.

Mu Yu was silent, and after bidding farewell to Zhang San, he looked back at the stenching field, and immediately frowned.

The feces excreted by the spirit beasts of the sect will be specially processed and sold by the miscellaneous disciples of the outer sect to the worldly farmers and landlords, and almost in the blink of an eye, they will be bought up by mortals.

And that Senior Brother Tong privately left a part of it as fertilizer for ten acres of fields, and secretly sold the grown spiritual rice into spiritual stones. However, he was not proficient in planting techniques, and he was unable to publicize it loudly, and once the sect knew about it, he would be removed from his position as the owner of the Spirit Beast Garden, or swept out of the house, and paid a large fine. So, so far, apart from the pastoral language, only his henchmen know what is going on in this place.

As for Zhang San's mouth, seventy percent of the income from the field must be handed over in April, but what he said is not true, although these ten acres of wasteland, although they also belong to the property of the sect, they do not belong to the scope of the work of the miscellaneous disciples of the Spirit Beast Garden.

This was originally a wild meadow, barren and inaccessible, even wild beasts were reluctant to patronize, if Mu Yu really planted seven acres of land within four months, and if he wanted to hand it over to the sect, he would definitely be detained by Senior Brother Tong and swallowed into his pocket privately, and the sect would not know about it.

Although in Senior Brother Tong's cognition, the result of planting wheat in four months is very slim, whether it is success or failure, Senior Brother Tong will grasp the pastoral language, and it will be, sit back and enjoy the results, and if it fails, he will be forced to bow his head and hand over the spirit stone to himself as usual.

However, Mu Yu is not a newcomer who doesn't understand anything, people's hearts are sinister, and the desire for profit is consumed, and the sect is like a small river and lake, where there are people, there are grievances, and when grievances occur, they either forbear, or happy to enmity and hatred, or deliberately.

And the pastoral language belongs to the deliberate move.

"Isn't there still four months? Four months is enough for me to be fearless of that Senior Brother Tong. Mu Yu whispered coldly, touched the small black jar in the package, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a confident smile.