Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 309

In any case, Huoyun Taoist Palace showed sincerity, which made Su Fan feel a lot more at ease.

But just based on this, it is impossible to even think about making him work for the sect.

No one can make Su Fan work hard, except himself.

Now that you have entered the inner gate, it is obviously inappropriate to stay in the outer battle team.

Several Jindan masters from Huoyun Dao Palace specifically asked Su Fan for his opinion, wanting to know his wishes.

Su Fan didn't even think about it, so he chose the tool making workshop at the back, and made a request, that is, he didn't want the Zongmen to announce his identity.

This request also made several Jindan masters in the sect very pleased.

For an ordinary monk, in the face of such a great honor, it would be difficult for him to stay incognito in the workshop like Su Fan and be a down-to-earth maker.

Just this disposition of being indifferent to fame and wealth has already surpassed most of the disciples in this sect.

In fact, these people really think too much.

The reason why Su Fan chose the tool making workshop was simply to make it easier for him to gather wool from Huoyun Dao Palace.

And hiding one's name has nothing to do with indifference to fame and wealth.

He really didn't care about his reputation, but Li, even if he got a penny less, he would feel guilty.

Su Fan's nature is like this, he prefers night walks in brocade clothes to returning home in brocade clothes.

Make a fortune with a muffled voice, isn't it good?

Facing Su Fan's wishes and demands, several Jindan Daoists from Huoyun Dao Palace immediately made arrangements.

The Zongwu Hall of Huoyun Taoist Palace chose a place for him.

This place is not bad, it is in a market not far from the defense line.

The next day, knowing that he was leaving soon, Su Fan met with Tang Fei and asked him to continue selling evil spirit bones inside the door.

During this period of time, relying on the evil spirit bone in his hand, Tang Fei had accumulated a lot of contacts in Huoyun Taoist Palace.

He is going to take the next step to promote the evil spirit bones to all the sects on the entire front line. By then, the sales of evil spirit bones will usher in a leap.

Su Fan didn't give any opinion on Tang Fei's strategy.

Anyway, there are plenty of evil spirit bones, and they are all picked up on the battlefield, and there is no cost, so he can do whatever he wants.

After separating from Tang Fei, Su Fan came to the pavilion where the real Qingyu was.

When he walked into the abode on the second floor, he saw the old man making tea there, as if he knew he was coming.

"Come here, come sit down and taste my spiritual tea..."

Su Fan smiled, and sat cross-legged opposite Master Qingyu.

The old man took out a simple wooden box from the ring and handed it to Su Fan.

"Look at this tea, it's not bad..."

Su Fan took the wooden box and opened it. The inside was covered with a layer of frost, and the tea leaves exuded a light and empty air.

After just smelling it, he felt refreshed, and his body seemed to be floating. It was actually much better than the "Lingyun Yulu" he drank last time.

"Uncle, you are willing to take this out..."

Master Qingyu shook his head emotionally after hearing this, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"When I was a casual cultivator, I ran around every day for a few spirit stones. How could I drink tea so leisurely? Later, I spent so much energy until today, I also imitate others and drink this stuff."

The old man smiled self-deprecatingly after speaking, and said, "I've been reluctant to drink this tea, I'll let you taste it today..."

He put the teapot on the quaint red clay stove, flicked it with his fingers, and a flame shot out, igniting the spirit charcoal.

The teapot was slowly simmering on the red clay stove, but after half an incense stick, he took out two teacups, which were very unpretentious.

These two teacups, seemingly inconspicuous, are definitely good things.

Master Qingyu put a piece of tea into the cup. This piece of tea is flat like a palm, slender and straight, green in color like dripping emerald green, and the bottom of the leaf is dense and blossoming.

Su Fan knows the goods, this tea is definitely rare and high-quality.

The old man picked up the boiling teapot and poured the water into the quaint teacup.

The cup is not high, just pour water and fill it up.

The tea and water blend together, and a fragrance will permeate the air.

The tea leaves in the cup are stretched out, and only tea-colored amber can be seen, just like orchids in the empty valley.

The boiling water is tumbling, and a stream of clear air diffuses, and a ball of clear air rises, swaying like an umbrella cover, and lingers for a long time.

"Drink, taste this tea, it will catch your eyes..."

Su Fan picked up the simple teacup with both hands, then put it to his mouth and took a sip.

The tea soup is clear, take a sip, the slightly hot tea soup enters the throat, and immediately turns into a fragrant body fluid, which makes people have endless aftertaste.

Immediately afterwards, Su Fan felt a refreshing flow into his stomach, and a faint aura flowed to his limbs and veins.

Su Fan's body shook, and he couldn't describe the feeling.

He closed his eyes, carefully comprehending it, with an intoxicated look on his face.

Unknowingly, there was a gleam of sweat on his forehead, and he felt comfortable all over, as if the wind was blowing in his armpits, and he was about to fly away.

After a long time, Su Fan finally regained his composure and took a deep breath.

"Good tea..."

Master Qingyu smiled, and put the simple wooden box in front of Su Fan.

"You're gone, and there's nothing for you. This tea is justified. Take it..."

Although the old man's expression was plain, Su Fan could feel a deep sense of reluctance.

"Uncle, you are really willing to..."

"Stop talking nonsense, don't drag me down, I still..."

Before the old man could finish speaking, Su Fan had already put the wooden box into the ring at an incredible speed.

Master Qingyu was stunned, then pointed at him with a wry smile.

"Stinky boy, your hands are fast..."

Nonsense, can you hurry up?

Su Fan already felt that the old man regretted it a little.

If you slow down, the tea will be gone.

After taking a sip just now, Su Fan felt several years younger.

If you don't want this tea, isn't he a fool?

No, I have to leave quickly.

Thinking of this, Su Fan quickly stood up, and respectfully saluted Master Qingyu.

"Uncle, thank you..."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by the old man.

"Take these two cups, too..."

Su Fan was not polite when he heard that, he walked over and put away the two cups.

"These two cups have been with me for many years, you want to..."

Before the old man finished speaking, Su Fan had disappeared. He was not that artistic.

Master Qingyu looked at Su Fan's back and was so angry.

"This stinky boy..."

Su Fan left Reverend Qingyu's pavilion and came to the nearby teleportation formation. With a flash of light, he had disappeared into the formation.

Opening his eyes again, Su Fan had already appeared on another teleportation formation.

Until this time, he was relieved.

Just now Su Fan was really afraid that the old man would chase him out, this advantage made him sore.

He came out of the formation and looked around.

The square city is not big, located in a valley with pleasant scenery, a small street paved with stone slabs extends to the innermost part of the valley.

This place is called "Nine Stars Square", and it belongs to the sphere of influence of a certain immortal sect.

Now Fangshi has become the residence of Huoyun Taoist Palace, the rows of shops on both sides of the street are closed, and the people on the street are all disciples wearing the standard robes of Huoyun Taoist Palace.

"I have seen my uncle..."

Several qi training disciples in the sect saw Su Fan and hurriedly saluted and paid homage.

Su Fan smiled at them and said, "Where is the Zongwu Hall?"

A delicate girl hurriedly said, "Master, let me take you there..."

Su Fan followed your sister to the outside of a luxury shop, which has now been expropriated by the sect.

"Master, the resident deacon, Mr. Uncle, is upstairs..."

"Thank you……"

Su Fan thanked the cautious girl, turned around and walked into the shop. The disciples in the lobby saw him and saluted him one after another.

He waved his hands at these young disciples as a greeting, and then walked up to the second floor.

Su Fan met a foundation establishment deacon here, who was also the only foundation establishment disciple in Jiuxingfang City.

The other party didn't know Su Fan's identity. Although he was very polite on the surface, he could still feel a slight alienation.

He didn't care, it was actually pretty good.

"Nine Stars Workshop" belongs to the rear of the battlefield, and the workshops are full of Qi training disciples from the sect.

Su Fan's arrival did not attract their attention, they thought it was just an ordinary transfer arrangement of the sect.

Led by two deacon disciples, Su Fan came to his cave in Jiuxingfang City.

Because in the rear, the conditions in Fang City are not bad, and the foundation establishment deacons here can be assigned to an independent cave.

The Dongfu is located in the deepest part of the valley, passing through a narrow mountain road, and the dense forest next to it is gradually getting darker.

The twigs are scattered, the old trees are uneven, and the forest is quiet and quiet. Although the sun is in the sky outside, it is blocked by the branches and leaves, so it cannot come in.

Through the gap in the dense forest, one can vaguely see a few thatched huts in a small courtyard surrounded by a fence under a rock wall in front, and there is a faint sound of water.

Following the direction of the sound of water, continue walking along the mountain path.

Gradually, the sound of the water became louder, and after passing through a section of woods, the field of vision suddenly widened.

Looking over, Su Fan thought of the poem by the ancients in the previous life.

Mountain darkly, vista.

Between the lush forests on both sides, a small stream flows slowly down from the mountain stream. The stream is clear, and white flowers are splashed in the corners and crevices of several jagged rocks.

Su Fan took a deep breath, and the rich aura made him feel refreshed.

"This place is not bad..."

The environment here is deep and full of spiritual energy. The only disadvantage may be that it is a bit remote and far from the main street of Fangshi.

It might be the place specially arranged by that Senior Brother Zhuji, the cave is so far away from Fangshi, so there are not many chances to meet him on weekdays.

Because it was far away from Fangshi, that Senior Brother Zhuji specially arranged for him two qi training disciples to serve him at ordinary times.

Su Fan smiled and shook his head, not caring what the other person thought.

When he came here, he just wanted to stay comfortably, and he didn't have the slightest intention of grabbing power, so he could do whatever he wanted.

There are only three thatched huts in the fenced yard, but the size of each hut is not small.

The thatched cottage looks simple, but it is actually built with great care, both in materials and craftsmanship, and many details in the house are full of ingenuity.

Under this simple appearance, there is an ultra-luxury experience hidden.

From the location of the cave, it can be seen that the original owner here is also a person who doesn't like to join in the fun, and is also a very particular person.

(End of this chapter)