"Cultivating immortals is very free, and becoming a Buddha and a demon is a thought. After thousands of difficulties and dangers, it is just a wisp of smoke from the catastrophe. Hahaha, little Qingzi, how about the poem I made, old man?" Old man Li came to check the progress of the work again as usual.

Old Man Li is a small steward of the outer gate of the Sunset Sword Sect, and he is responsible for the work and attendance of more than 100 people on weekdays, and Lu Shengqing and the four of them are under the jurisdiction of Old Man Li.

Originally, they were not familiar with Old Man Li, but a month ago, Old Man Li suddenly found Lu Shengqing, invited him to drink, and invited him to eat barbecue.

And when Old Man Li came to find Lu Shengqing, it happened to be the day after Lu Shengqing crossed. Lu Shengqing asked the fat man about them, he was not familiar with Old Man Li before, and Old Man Li had only become familiar with him since that day.

There must be a demon when things go wrong, but Lu Shengqing didn't find anything strange about Old Man Li, but after making contact with Old Man Li, he found that he and Old Man Li had the same smell and became friends.

Since the relationship between Lu Shengqing and Old Man Li has improved, their lives have been much easier. There is no need to be so conscientious in taking care of Lingtian on weekdays, as long as they can barely pass the test, Old Man Li will not embarrass them.

At about six o'clock in the afternoon, the sun slowly began to set, and it was about to change shifts with the moon.

Old man Li came to check their work at this time every day, and every time he came, he had to read a poem first, and even if he read the poem, he still read the same poem every day.

Old man Li had a thin face, gray hair and beard, and was wearing an ordinary white practice uniform, with a purple-red wine gourd hanging from his waist, and the word "sword" was engraved on the wine gourd.

Old man Li walked towards them slowly, humming a little song in his mouth, as if his daily life was so comfortable.

Lu Shengqing smiled at Old Man Li and said mockingly: "Old Man Li, if you drink less wine every day, read more books, and make a random poem, it will be a hundred times better than your one." I don't know where you picked up this poem, read it every day, read it every day, I am tired of listening to it if you don't read it. ”

In the face of Lu Shengqing's sarcasm and ridicule, Old Man Li didn't care, and said cheekily: "Xiao Qingzi, there are a thousand people in the eyes of a thousand people, what kind of Leiter, this sentence is what you told me, you don't like it doesn't mean that others don't like it, right, Ah Hu, Ah Fat, Ah Hei?"

"This poem by Steward Li is touching, and the younger generation never gets tired of listening to it, and it is written so well. Li Huxin patted his chest and said with an oath.

"This poem by Steward Li has exhausted the difficulties of the cultivation world, and the listeners are sad and the hearers are in tears, and every time I hear it, I can't help but burst into tears. After Lin Shuqin finished speaking, she pretended to wipe her tears.

Wang Fugui looked left and right, and finally buckled his head with his hand, and said with a smile: "I am the same!"

Old man Li nodded with satisfaction, "Xiao Qingzi, did you hear it, they all said it was good, but if you said it badly, it seems that your aesthetic vision needs to be improved urgently." ”

The word "little Qingzi" is still taught by Lu Shengqing to Old Man Li. Lu Shengqing told Old Man Li that in the mortal world, Xiao Zi generally represents the little eunuch in the palace.

As soon as Old Man Li learned it, he came to learn and put it into practice, and changed his name to Xiao Qingzi. Although he has objected countless times, each time it has been ineffective.

"Old man Li, stop talking nonsense, hurry up and give us a tick, we are in a hurry to eat, and we are dying of hunger. ”

Lu Shengqing and the others weeded in the spiritual field all afternoon, and the sun was shining again in June, and they were already hungry every time the work was not over.

Old man Li opened the storage bag without hurry, and took out the attendance sheet and a brush from it. Then he glanced at Ling Tian lightly and said directly: "Qualified." Then he put a tick on the watch.

Old man Li was still very serious in the assessment, and it was debatable whether he was serious or not. As soon as the assessment was completed, Old Man Li was smiling again, like a kind old peasant.

This is also what Lu Shengqing taught him. Lu Shengqing told Old Man Li that he should have a working attitude towards work and a living attitude towards life. Unexpectedly, this sentence was also learned by Old Man Li.

Lu Shengqing felt that he would not be able to mix in the sect in the future, and he could also go to the Mortal Empire to open an academy, and then pass on his thoughts to them, fool them, and in the end, he might not become a saint like Confucius.

Old man Li smiled and said to them: "Lingmi will be ripe in half a month, send me some when the time comes, and I will use it to make some wine." ”

Lu Shengqing said with a package ticket: "Old man Li, don't worry, you are so righteous to your junior brothers, we will definitely not treat you badly, at least thirty catties of spiritual rice." ”

Lu Shengqing's spiritual rice can be planted four times a year, once every three months, and harvested. Every time the harvest is finished, not all of them are handed over to the sect, and they can still keep five percent.

Yes, five percent, this is actually the Sunset Sword Sect's benevolence. He heard Old Man Li say that in many sects, miscellaneous disciples were not divided into this statement at all.

Those sects didn't treat the miscellaneous disciples as human beings at all, and they pressed them hard, kicked them away when they didn't have any use value, and then recruited a new batch of miscellaneous disciples to come in.

One acre of spiritual land here can produce about 2,000 catties of spiritual rice, and two acres of land is 4,000 catties, multiplied by five percent of the share, and finally they can get 200 catties of spiritual rice.

Lu Shengqing calculated, they worked hard for three months, and they could get three spirit stones and fifty catties of spirit rice per person, and one spirit stone was equivalent to one hundred taels of gold, one catty of spirit rice was equivalent to ten taels of gold, and finally eight hundred taels of gold, three thousand two hundred taels of gold and thirty-two thousand taels of silver in a year.

And the annual cost of an ordinary person's family is only a few dozen taels of silver. This is a high-paying profession, and on the earth, it can at least be equivalent to the annual salary of a small boss. No wonder so many people sharpened their heads and wanted to squeeze into the sect.

This is just a miscellaneous disciple, standing at the lowest end of the sect's food chain, if he becomes an outer disciple, or even an inner disciple, a core disciple, then how much money can he earn every month? Lu Shengqing couldn't imagine it.

"Let's go, let's go, old man, I'm also a little hungry, have you thought about what to eat tonight?" Old man Li would be the last to check them every time, and then rub a meal by the way.

Heizi said, "Steward Li, let's eat bamboo rice and grilled fish tonight." ”

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An hour later, after a busy day, they finally prepared the ingredients. The next thing to do is to light the fire, then cook the bamboo rice, grill the fish, and finally start eating.

Bamboo rice is very easy to make, and there are bamboos everywhere in the sect, and you can use it for many days if you cut one down.

And the bamboo planted in the sect is very different from the bamboo in the mortal world.

The bamboo in the sect may have been nourished by more aura, and the bamboo rice made has a strong bamboo fragrance.

The rice they use is also different from ordinary rice, they mix a little spiritual rice with ordinary rice, and the bamboo rice cooked in this way is even more mouth-watering.

Fish are easy to catch, just use local materials.

They lit a fire right next to the creek to cook and catch fish, and it was just a simple process. They even took a bath while catching fish, and their bodies were wet and cool. Sitting by the stream, occasionally a breeze blowing, the feeling is much cooler than Lu Shengqing lying in the dormitory in his previous life.

Another hour passed, and the meal was ready, and the fish was ready.

Lu Shengqing and the others quickly wiped out the food like hungry wolves.

After eating a full meal, Lu Shengqing and the others lay reclining, touching their bulging stomachs. They were still holding a small white wine glass in their hands, drinking the wine that Old Man Li had poured for them.

While drinking, while bragging, another hour passed.

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Old man Li walked on the road drunk, swaying left and right, waving his hand to Lu Shengqing with his back to them: "No... Sent, I... I'm not drunk, I can still drink......"

"Cultivating immortals is very free, and becoming a Buddha and a demon is a thought. After thousands of difficulties and dangers, it is just a wisp of smoke from the catastrophe. Cultivating the Path and Cultivating the Immortals......"

Old man Li read his poem and slowly walked away.

Lu Shengqing retracted his gaze, "Huzi, fatty, sunspot, let's go back too." ”

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The moment he returned to the courtyard, Lu Shengqing remembered: The dragon gate array was too vigorously set up just now, and I almost forgot about the system.

He hurriedly returned to his house, then cautiously locked the door, took off his boots, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to cultivate.

An hour later, Lu Shengqing stopped cultivating. However, his eyes were still closed, and the muscles in his body were tense, as if something was going on.

Half a minute later, Lu Shengqing opened his eyes with a smile on his face.

He stretched out his right hand, and then suddenly three spirit stones appeared in his palm out of thin air, and he was ecstatic. If it weren't for the fact that there were other people here, Lu Shengqing would definitely be able to laugh all night.

The system is true, and cultivating for an hour every day can really give him a spirit stone.

The number of spirit stones depends on the level of the realm.

He originally thought that he didn't even have a realm, and he wouldn't have a spirit stone for an hour of cultivation, but he didn't expect that there would be a spirit stone without a realm, and it was three spirit stones at a time.

Three spirit stones, in normal times, he has to work hard for three months. And now, he can harvest three spirit stones in a day. If he waits for his realm to be higher, how many spirit stones can he get in that day? Lu Shengqing thought stupidly.

That night, Lu Sheng changed his spear, instantly used the spirit stone to cultivate, and practiced all night until dawn came.

Ordinary people need to sleep to regulate their mental fatigue, but cultivators don't need to sleep, and they can ensure that they have enough energy just by meditating and cultivating.

When dawn came, Lu Shengqing stopped cultivating. The feeling of cultivating with spirit stones is cool, and he feels that he is comfortable and full of energy.

But they will have to work again later, and Lu Shengqing can't help but think: This hard day may be coming to an end.