Retrograde fairy way

Time flies, and more than ten days have passed in a flash. Wuling Mountain, where outsiders rarely come, has several waves of monks coming one after another, and it is lively again for a while.

At this time, it is the time when the personnel of the Wuling Mountain Mine Vessel alternates every three years and the resources are handed over.

Regardless of whether it is a sect or a casual cultivator, people will be sent to collect resources.

Of course, Zongmen monks naturally get resources from the first four mines, but casual cultivators are different. In addition to obtaining a share of resources, they will also stay in the fifth peak for three years, which can be cultivated and excavated Essence stones or spirit stones.

Their duty is to follow the arrangement of the master of the mine to guard the fifth mine during these three years, but most of the time they will be fine, and they will usually enter the depths of the mine to dig.

At this time, in the lobby of the Fifth Mine Mansion, there were hundreds of monks of different levels sitting or standing, whispering to each other from time to time, talking about something.

It's just that the standing people are all foundation building and a very small number of Qi refining monks, and the sitting people are all alchemy masters with condensed breath.

Because of the change in the rules of the Fifth Mining Mansion, the casual cultivators who could leave after three years expired, all of them stayed independently, intending to gather more resources and find a safe place to practice.

What's more, they settled directly in the mine, established a cave, and prepared to settle.

Most of these people are low-cost monks, and those alchemy masters are just trying to get an extra share of the resources that are at their fingertips.

Now the Wuling Mountain mine vein, because of the extremely rare spirit stones it produces, has been unable to attract the attention of the Nascent Soul Saint, and it is basically controlled by the sect forces, which has reduced the benefits of casual cultivators.

However, since the arrival of Wang Mo six years ago, the situation has improved greatly, and there is a trend of increasing, so some alchemy masters have turned their minds to this place again.

After all, as long as you are a master of alchemy, as long as you stay in Wuling Mountain for three years, you can get a lot of resources, and there will be an extra resource for the other three years, but if you don't show up for six consecutive years, the guards of the mine will not be there. Its resources can be deducted.

"I heard that this time it is a saint who is a casual cultivator from other places who is in charge of the distribution of resources. I wonder if Brother Zhang has seen this saint?"

A middle-aged alchemy master was drinking tea while talking with an extremely young alchemy master beside him.

"Hehe, I haven't seen this before, but I have heard from my teacher that this person is quite unpredictable among the younger generation in the mainland, but in just 200 years, he has won the position of Nascent Soul Saint, which is worthy Called No.1 for thousands of years!"

That young monk, dressed in a plain white gown, waved a folding fan in his hand, and said in an incomparably chic way.

It's just that when he speaks, he naturally reveals a sense of arrogance, and it seems that there is a sense of arrogance and domineering spontaneously.

"This senior must indeed have something extraordinary, but most of the things in the mainland are based on rumors, and they can't be true. On the contrary, Brother Zhang, the master of Juefeng Sage, is only three years old, and he has already cultivated in the late stage of alchemy. Among my casual cultivators, I am No.1!"

The middle-aged monk nodded slightly, and then complimented him slightly.

"I don't dare to be the No. 1 casual cultivator. With that sage around, who dares to be the No. 1?"

The young monk shook his folding fan lightly, and repeatedly refused, but there was a sense of self-satisfaction on his face.

"Grandmaster Zhang is too humble. Who doesn't know that you are a cultivator of the root of the heavenly spirit, and you have a great saint as your teacher. You have such a cultivation level at a young age. It is said that friends can conceive babies within five Jiazi, but in my opinion Wait and see, it must be four Jiazi!"

Next to the two of them, an elder-like Grandmaster of Alchemy said enviously.

In the world of cultivation, because the Nascent Soul Dzogchen monks are only one step away from entering the great cultivation of the gods, so the monks are called the Great Saint to show their respect.

Even Nascent Soul Saints, when they see such monks of the same level, they will probably treat them with respect.

Unexpectedly, this young man with the surname turned out to be a disciple of the great sage cultivator, no wonder the people around him were full of flattery.

"yes……"

"good……"

For a time, the people around him, no matter how high or low they were, all agreed.

However, there were also a few young-looking monks who, although they didn't say much, turned their heads away with a slightly unsightly expression, as if they didn't want to talk to him.

Although these people have alchemy cultivation, they have a completely different kind of vitality. Obviously, their real age is not very old.

Talent or background, their cultivation experience, doomed them all to have an arrogance, even if their background is not as good as that of a late Nascent Soul saint, but they are not too licking their faces to flatter them.

"Guan Liu, Guan Shi is here!"

Suddenly, a high-pitched shout came from outside the lobby with a long tone, and most of the noise in the lobby disappeared in an instant, leaving only a few voices asking something in a low voice.

"Who are Guanshi Liu and Guanshi Yu? Didn't the waiting stewards take charge before? Could it be that the new Palace Master dismissed them?"

The young monk surnamed Zhang turned his head indifferently and asked the people around him.

"Brother Zhang didn't know something. Six years ago, when the Lord of the Mansion took office, he organized the mine mansion. The original stewards and deacons were sent back to the original mine mansion. At that time, they accepted their fate. This Liu Lushan is the steward, but I have never heard of this steward, he should have just accepted his fate in the past two years!"

The middle-aged monk seemed to have experienced the events of the past, and briefly told him,

"Oh, this Lord Palace Master is so courageous that he dared to provoke the other two Palace Masters!"

The young monk raised his eyebrows and nodded noncommittally, but there was a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth.

While everyone was watching, an old man and a woman in pink, surrounded by four middle-aged monks, slowly walked into the lobby and walked up to the first position.

Those two people were exactly Liu Lushan and Yu Miaohan.

"Old man Liu Lushan, thanks to the attention of the master of the palace, he accepted his appointment as the steward of the mine, and presided over the distribution of resources this time. I have met all fellow Taoists here!"

When he came to the first place, Liu Lushan swung his sleeves slightly, bowed his hands to the hall, and introduced himself.

"I've seen Guanshi Liu!"

All the people in the hall, no matter it was the foundation builder or the master of alchemy, except for a few people, all stood up and bowed to him, obviously not daring to neglect this steward who was valued by the palace master.

But those who didn't get up, just sat still, cupped their hands slightly, which was counted as a return gift, but they didn't look back at the hall, and they all fell on Yu Miaohan.

Although he wore a veil, his charm and youthful vigor were revealed without any concealment, causing most of the monks in the hall to stare sideways.

Regarding the actions of these people, Liu Lushan didn't say much, still showing a kind expression on his face, he glanced at everyone, cleared his throat and said: "The rules are the same as before, I think you all know the rules, so I won't say more , let’s ask fellow daoists who can share the resources this time to come forward and receive them one by one!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a Foundation Establishment cultivator beside him took a step forward, holding a tray with both hands, on which were placed dozens of storage bags of various sizes.

Then I heard Liu Lushan take out a jade slip, inspect it briefly, and then read out a name: "Fellow Daoist Zhao Minggong, please come forward and check, thirty-five thousand six hundred high-grade primordial stones!"

Then someone came forward and took away a storage bag. It was those monks who looked quite young and had been sitting upright on the seats.

"Dare to ask this fairy, where is the fairyland? I'm Zhao Minggong, who is under the tutelage of the sage Yunqing. I wonder if I can buy the fairy a drink?"

After he casually picked up the storage bag and put it in his arms, he suddenly looked at Yu Miaohan, bowed his hands politely and said.

"Fellow daoist, you are being polite. There is still business to do at this time, so please don't delay the affairs of fellow daoists!"

Yu Miaohan just nodded slightly, and a slightly cold voice came out from under the veil, although it was light, but there was a hint of refusal.

"Hehe, Fairy is being polite, she's messing with Meng Lang!"

Zhao Minggong was not angry either, and smiled indifferently with his face unchanged, then turned his head and walked back to his seat.

It's just that the person sitting still like him looked at him with a smile, but he just shrugged slightly indifferently.

But the young master surnamed Zhang frowned unconsciously, and there was a flash of anger in his eyes.

Then I saw Liu Lushan say several names one after another, and it was the young monks who came forward to receive the storage bags.

When he mentioned one person again, and when that person was about to go forward to claim it, the young man surnamed Zhang stood up suddenly, looked at Liu Lushan with a gloomy expression, and said, "Friend Liu Daoist, when will I get that Yuanshi from Juefengling?" release?"

"The Absolute Wind Ridge?"

Under the attention of everyone, Liu Lushan pondered for a moment, took out the jade slip to check again, then looked up at him and said, "You must be fellow Taoist Zhang Yuncheng, a disciple of the Saint Juefeng Ridge?"

"That's right, it's the sect!"

Zhang Yuncheng raised his chin slightly, showing a hint of pride on his face.

"This time there is no Yuanshi resource from Juefeng Ridge to divide!"

Liu Lushan nodded slightly and said casually.

"what?"

Zhang Yuncheng's arrogance disappeared, and he said in a very gloomy and cold voice: "What did you say? Do you have the courage to say it again?"

It wasn't just Zhang Yuncheng who suddenly changed color, the rest of the monks couldn't help whispering and talking about it.

"No one from the disciples of the Juefeng Sage in Juefeng Ridge has come to protect the mountain or arrange for his disciples to mine. The master of the Fifth Mine Mansion will cancel the allocation of resources. Can you hear clearly?"

Liu Lushan frowned slightly, and a look of worry flashed in his eyes, but his words were extremely forceful.

"Good good!"

Sensing the eyes of everyone, Zhang Yuncheng seemed to see the sneers in the eyes of countless people, he couldn't help clenching his steel teeth, and the gloomy look in his eyes shot out, he took a few deep breaths to suppress the anger in his heart, and said ruthlessly: "My sect I will report this matter to my family teacher, so that the old man can understand how this new palace master has insulted my Juefengling sect!"

Even though his heart was full of anger, but he was in the mine at this time, and he knew that with his cultivation base, he would definitely not get any benefits, so naturally he would not do such a stupid thing.

But under the watchful eyes of so many people, he was slapped in the face, and it was like a slap in the face in public, but he couldn't help but threaten him.

You must know that in previous years, no matter which power was in charge of the mine, no matter whether someone from Juefeng Ridge came to protect the mountain and mine, they would always be indispensable when allocating resources.

Even though the resources will be greatly reduced in the future, and the Absolute Wind Sage will look down on him, but the distribution of the alchemy disciples under his sect is still a considerable amount of wealth.

How could it be possible for him to endure such an easy cut off?