It was already evening when he returned home, and before Fang Yan could sit down to catch his breath, a monk dressed as an unknown servant came in from outside the door and asked loudly, "Is this Senior Brother Fang Yan?"

The person who asked the question was quite arrogant, and greeted the stranger so rudely, as if he was the master of the room. Fang Yan was already full of unhappiness, the spiritual fire was not photographed, and he was attacked on the way, and before he could rest for a while, he met such an impudent low-level monk, who wanted to have a seizure but still suddenly suppressed the anger in his chest, and did not want to have such a boring dispute with this person.

"It's here, dare to ask this junior brother Daimyo, why did you come to my residence?"

The man was a little unhappy when he saw Fang Yan, and he didn't care, he still said with that demeanor: "My son-in-law Cui Hao, now he is the steward of this Luoxialing, let me call my senior brother over, if I have something to ask, please don't delay, come with me immediately." ”

As soon as Fang Yan heard this, he became angry, and a little servant actually commanded him, and immediately said unceremoniously: "I know, I just came back from outside, and I have to clean up a little when I go to see the senior brother in charge, you go back first to resume your life, and say that I will arrive later." ”

After saying that, he walked into the house by himself, and did not invite anyone to sit in. When the man said this, his face suddenly became very embarrassed, and he glared at Fang Yan's back fiercely, turned around and went out to ride the green crane and flew away.

After Fang Yan entered the house, he tidied up a little, put a few storage bags and a few items into the space, and then came to Xiao Feng's former residence.

Entering the front hall, I saw that several people were decorating the ceiling and walls in the hall, and all the tables, chairs, and utensils had been replaced, all of which were gorgeous and luxurious, and the simple furniture of Xiao Feng's residence in the past had been lost.

On a leather chair in the hall, there was a monk in his twenties who was in the late stage of Qi training, dressed in embroidered white clothes spotlessly, with his hair neatly coiled, a delicate white hosta on his head, and a purple embroidered storage bag hanging from his waist.

Seeing Fang Yan come in, this person only raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and then he asked in a deep voice: "But Senior Brother Fang came, Senior Brother came in a hurry, and he didn't notify you in advance, but Senior Brother seems to be too busy, since we are all living in this Luoxia Ridge, we still have to focus on the matter of spiritual plants here, what do Senior Brothers think?"

"What the senior brother in charge said is very true, the senior brother actually went to the market to buy some spiritual plant utensils, and he didn't know that the senior brother was coming, and he didn't mean to be slacking off. Fang Yan didn't want to have too stiff a relationship with him, after all, there were too many troubles to start over in a different environment, and Fang Yan was doing well in this courtyard, as well as the waterhole cave mansion.

"I see, that's my fault brother. Cui Hao said slowly, and after the servant came back, he replied to his master with no less oil and vinegar, no wonder Cui Hao said in this tone.

"Don't dare, there is nothing wrong with the senior brother in charge, it was the senior brother who left the ridge without saying hello to others, which almost made the senior brother misunderstand. Fang Yan replied without humility or arrogance, waiting for Cui Hao's troubles.

Unexpectedly, Cui Hao suddenly turned the conversation around and asked about the dialect spirit plant, and he asked in great detail. "I heard that the junior brother is a Lingzhi wizard, and Senior Brother Xiao Feng praised you a lot before, Senior Brother, I have just arrived, and I haven't had time to inspect Luoxia Ridge yet, if I get to the place where the junior brother is in the spiritual field, I hope that the junior brother will not hide his secrets, and communicate with the senior brother more, I don't know if the junior brother thinks so?"

The dialect was confused for a while, this Cui Hao turned too fast, and the dialect couldn't keep up with the train of thought, so he had to bite the bullet and say: "What did the senior brother say, the junior brother has only been in the beginner for less than three years, and some of the spiritual planting techniques rely on the guidance of the senior brothers, not to mention the word genius, it's just a little luckier." If the senior brother in charge comes to inspect, the senior brother must prepare well, and take this opportunity to improve his spiritual planting skills. ”

Cui Hao didn't ask about Lingzhi again, and talked about Xiao Feng again, his words were quite sincere, and he was also saddened by his fall. These are all face-saving things, and no one will talk nonsense, of course, Cui Hao also asked about the relationship between him and Xiao Feng, maybe he heard something before he came.

Then Cui Hao asked Fang Yan to sit down, and the two chatted for a while, all they said was how much the sect attached importance to the monks in Luoxialing, and how we and other monks should serve the sect, but it was all nonsense that should be said, and Fang Yan didn't come in the morning, otherwise I would have heard it a long time ago.

It didn't take long for Fang Yan to get up and prepare to say goodbye on the grounds that Cui Hao was tidying up his residence, and before leaving, he congratulated him on his housewarming and offered fifty spirit stones that had been prepared long ago, and Cui Hao accepted it with a few polite words.

Coming out of it, Fang Yan was a little uneasy, for some reason he always felt that Cui Hao was not a good person, and Fang Yan also found that he was not easy to deal with, and when he talked to him, there was always something in the words, which made Fang Yan have a feeling. Fang Yan thought about it carefully, and felt that he was still staying on the ridge honestly during this time, not to be caught by others in the wrong place, even if he could leave, but who knew who would make a big fuss about it, and Fang Yan was reluctant to create a little family business with his heart.

After returning home, Fang Yan had eaten dinner and soaked in the decoction, and in the dark of his own house, he instructed the black demon to guard it with his heart, and came to the secret room. First took out the two storage bags, opened them after a little sacrifice, and poured all the contents together, forming a small pile.

It's a lot of things, and it's a good windfall for an ordinary fourth-tier monk, but it's nothing in terms of dialect. After sorting it a little, Fang Yan only detected a few bottles of usable pills and some talismans in it, took out a few jade slips, as well as a small amount of spirit grass refining materials and spirit stones, and put the rest back into the storage bag, and there were some clothes and other things left on the ground, so they were burned.

After dealing with these, Fang Yan began to cultivate the Qingyang Jue. And after that, the cultivation dialect is also roughly divided, practicing the spirit planting technique during the day, and then practicing the Rongmu Jue in the afternoon and evening when there are few people, and the ** Jue and Difeng Technique are only practiced in the medicine fields opened up by themselves. Fang Yan also prepared to plant a few rows of shrubs and thorns around the medicine field, so that it would be difficult to face the situation, and if he used his divine sense to investigate, Fang Yan was confident, and it would be difficult for anyone in Luoxia Ridge not to be noticed by him.

After practicing for two hours, Fang Yan fell asleep on the big bed. Early the next morning, after finishing his morning class, Fang Yan came to the courtyard to search, and wanted to transplant suitable shrubs and thorns around the medicine field, he had already calculated, and if anyone asked, he would say that he was going to renovate the yard to meet the inspection of the new steward.

It took two days to get busy inside and outside the courtyard, and Fang Yan finished all the things in the courtyard, and built a thick green wall around the small medicine garden, which was completely inside from the outside. The dwellings and pavilions are cleaned around, and a small path is specially opened in the bamboo forest, which is not only for inspection, but also for their own convenience. Not to mention that all of them have been cleaned up, and a large number of easy-to-grow plants and trees have also been transplanted into some open spaces, and the vigorous ones have been specially selected, so that they can also go outside to absorb the vitality of the plants and trees in the future.

Fang Yan's efforts were not in vain, the entire courtyard immediately became vibrant, and the spiritual rain technique on the second floor was exerted, and all the spiritual trees and spiritual grasses were still standing tall and delicate under the fire-like sun in July.

After waiting for a day, Cui Hao really came to the courtyard of the dialect surrounded by more than a dozen monks and several servants. The group rushed in from the courtyard gate, Cui Hao took the lead, with a look full of interest, and the accompanying people were surprised to find that Mu Jiahui was also mixed in, and not far from Cui Hao, looking at Lingtian with tongue thieves.

It became more and more weird, and Fang Yan couldn't help but be secretly cautious, leading the group to Lingtian first. Dozens of acres of spirit valley are planted here, the sturdy spirit valley has grain ears, the green grains are full, the growth of a spirit valley, the yield per mu after maturity is expected to reach more than 30 catties, the group is envious and admired, and I don't know whether to praise the spirit planting technique of the dialect, or covet this fertile spirit field.

Then everyone came to the white fruit orchard, at this time more than half of the fruit trees in the garden have already hung fruit, many white fruits are about to ripen, every two years of 100 catties of tasks, in the dialect here is not worth mentioning.

Cui Hao suddenly said meaningfully at this time: "Senior Brother Fang is really a blessed land here, even Senior Brother is envious, the annual task is very difficult for my fellow disciples in Luoxialing, but for Senior Brother it is simply like picking up things." The junior brother can't patronize himself, and he has to bring more senior brothers and sisters. ”

Fang Yan was stunned when he heard this, how to say this, originally everyone was to draw a place on the ridge, how much the spiritual field was cultivated by themselves, and if they couldn't complete the task, they would be punished or leave, and if they wanted to help, they would dig out the spirit stone by themselves, how could they help each other. In front of so many people, it is difficult to say that he only cares about himself, and he can't say that he helps others to complete the task, so Cui Hao said this, the dialect was speechless for a while, and it can only be said that it is just a fluke, and he has to learn more from your colleagues.

And the people who accompanied him came back, and they all praised the dialect fiercely, saying that the dialect was too modest, and hoped to bring more words in the future. Na Mu Jiahui was even more astonishing, and took this opportunity to suggest to Cui Hao: "The steward is a newcomer and a new atmosphere, the junior brother thinks that we can consider implementing new rules in the ridge, redistributing tasks according to personal ability, determining the spiritual field, rewarding and punishing in Luoxia Ridge first, and then balancing the number of individuals and handing it over to the sect in a unified manner, so as to ensure that every disciple can complete the task of the sect, and also take care of the interests of all disciples, I don't know what the steward thinks?"

According to the method he said, the disciples who completed the task well will still be rewarded, and those who do not complete it will not be expelled from the sect, and they will get a chance to make corrections. For the sect, the tasks are handed over as they are, which protects the interests of the sect, and the steward can also leave everyone to complete the task and protect the reputation of his subordinates, which seems to be very reasonable.

After hearing this, Cui Hao immediately looked appreciative of Di Jiahui, nodded, looked at the dialect, chuckled and walked towards the bamboo forest, and said loudly the golden-topped bamboo sunflower of the whole sect. When they arrived in the bamboo forest, everyone was even more smacked, and the golden-topped bamboo sunflower could be seen almost everywhere in the large bamboo forest, not to mention forty or fifty plants, not to mention ordinary spiritual plant disciples, even Cui Hao was a little red-eyed.

Brahma ginseng did not attract everyone's attention, because of the growth conditions, they were all small pieces of spiritual fields reclaimed on the cliff walls of the waterhole, but they were not as shocking as in the spiritual fields, so they were all there, and there were even a few people who didn't even know this elixir.

Later, the dialect led them to the pavilion to drink tea, and this time they didn't dare to take out the good tea from before, so they used the spirit tea they bought a few days ago to entertain them, and the taste was not bad. Because Cui Hao came for the first time, Fang Yan politely asked him to eat, but he politely refused, which made Fang Yan breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone stayed in the small pavilion for half an hour, and the stars talked around Cui Hao like a moon, which made him extremely useful, especially Mu Jiahui's eyes, and he looked for Cui Hao's favorite words, which made Cui Hao feel very good.

Fang Yan couldn't help frowning secretly, this Mu Jiahui and himself still have a festival that has not been resolved, he is busy with cultivation and has not yet thought about how to start, he will not forget the matter of the tiger vine in that place, it is estimated that Mu Jiahui will not dare to forget it at any time, if he and the new steward get closer, maybe he will play some tricks.

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