Immortal, I have mediocre qualifications

Cen Feng.

The rocks are sharp, and there is a residence on the same level. An old man and a young man are talking to each other, but the young man has a look of impatience on his face.

I have secured the identity of Yaolu Deacon for you. You can live in peace during this period.

Jia Ping, the elder of the outer sect, kept urging him. He knew very well that his nephew was a playboy, arrogant, and often got into trouble. He had only reached the sixth level of Qi refining when he was already a grown man.

To be honest, if it weren't for his dead sister, he really wouldn't want to care about it.

The deacon of Yaolu is good, he is very prestigious among the outer sect.

Luo Jiaoyuan murmured, unable to conceal his excitement. The deacon of Yaolu dealt with alchemists, and they were all noble people.

This place deserves him.

Don't be too happy, it may not happen to you.

Jia Ping felt a little bit tired. He just tried his best, but that didn't mean that he could decide all the tasks in the outer sect with one word.

Uncle, you have already taken action. You have also contacted two deacons and written letters of recommendation together. Isn't that a sure thing?

Luo Jiaoyuan knew this uncle very well. Ever since he was a child, he had tried his best to do anything about him.

At the outer gate, what an elder fought for with all his strength was almost gone.

He was determined to be the deacon of Yaolu.

There is a certain truth in the world. We should try our best, but we can't expect that there will be rewards.

Jia Ping tirelessly warned that his nephew was growing crookedly. It was only because he was busy practicing and the child had no one to teach him, so he gradually became fooled by the flattery.

His strength is still somewhat useful within the one-third of an acre at the outer gate. Beyond this limit, it is useless.

Children always think that the mountain they protect is omnipotent.

I know...I know...

Luo Jiaoyuan said perfunctorily and walked away.

Where are you going!

Jia Ping shouted from behind. Who said Yaolu's deacons didn't pay attention to character, but at this time, making some noise was always a hidden danger.

Drink and celebrate in advance.

Luo Jiaoyuan didn't care, waved his hand and left without looking back.

Celebrating is a way to save face, so naturally you can’t do it alone.

Luo Jiaoyuan greeted a few friends and came to the dining room, ordered ten medicinal meals and several spreads of spiritual wine, and immediately started drinking, even lively.

Congratulations to Mr. Luo, who has been appointed as the deacon of Yaolu.

Several dandies surrounded Luo Jiaoyuan like stars and the moon, holding bronze wine glasses in their hands, as if they were facing a really great big shot, and they were somewhat respectful.

They did not hide anything, their voices were heroic, and they made the scene grand.

The deacon of Yaolu.

In the dining room, the diners who were close to him looked at him one after another after hearing the news, with envy on their faces and eyes.

Among the outer sect, this is definitely a noble position. Being selected represents a kind of strength in itself.

Luo Jiaoyuan saw the reactions of these people, and he became more and more proud and said: Hahaha, I can get a Yaolu Deacon with my backhand.

He just feels that life is so unhappy at this point, and everyone and everything revolves around him.

That is, Luo Jiaoyuan... Mr. Luo will never be a deacon of Yaolu in the future, but an elder of Yaolu.

After a glass of wine, the mood is high.

Several dandies also knew that Luo Jiaoyuan was not the kind of person who liked silence, and now he had to vigorously publicize such praiseworthy things.

They were very concerned about passing on Luo Jiaoyuan's name to let the outer sect know that such a big shot had come up.

Master Luo, Luo Jiaoyuan, I will remember it.

The diners were not deaf, they really remembered the name, and they could use it as a drink to talk about it later.

Yes, I have a bright future and will definitely become a high-ranking member of the outer sect.

Luo Jiaoyuan drank wine, letting his thoughts wander, falling into a detached state, letting his spirit run wildly.

With his uncle in charge, he will have a broad road ahead. Even if his cultivation level is a little lower, he can still ride on the heads of many people.

It is because of this ability to get something for nothing that he scorns diligent cultivation. Why endure hardship when he can take shortcuts?

Those who shout that love can make up for one's weakness are just mediocre self-comforts.

Sir, it's not good...

At this moment, a young man came over and whispered something into the ear of one of the young men. The other man's expression changed immediately.

Brother Qi, if anything happens, I'll take care of it for you.

Luo Jiaoyuan was very proud when he was satisfied with his ambition. Looking at someone Qi who looked ugly, he wanted to fight him.

Brother, it's okay. Brother Luo, you have something.

The corner of Qi's mouth twitched a few times before he spoke, but he pointed the finger at Luo Jiaoyuan.

I?

Luo Jiaoyuan's face was full of questions.

The candidate for Yaolu Deacon has been announced, and it's not you.

Someone Qi whispered the news, but this place was the domain of immortal cultivators after all, and many people had very sensitive ears and heard it.

...

The scene suddenly fell silent.

A few dandies were restless, thinking of their previous extravagant show, and completely put Luo Jiaoyuan on the fire.

The faces of those diners were even weirder. These young people, after bragging for a while, came to slap themselves in the face.

Tsk tsk, this wine tastes even more delicious.

Which bastard stole my position, I will destroy him.

Luo Jiaoyuan's eyes suddenly turned red, and waves of embarrassment and anger rushed straight to his forehead. It was almost inaudible, and it was all humming.

However, he didn't need to listen. As long as he looked, he knew that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes, as if they were looking at a clown.

Then he kicked over the desk, got angry, and went to find the person who had taken away his deaconship.

…

Xiaochongshan, Yaolu.

The small building palace is fresh and elegant, with ten seats in twos and threes. It is planted with spiritual grass and decorated with green trees. There is no vulgarity in it, and it is full of the charm of an immortal family.

Chen Sheng fell in love with this place at first glance.

Chen Sheng, the new deacon of Yaolu, has met Mr. Shen.

He entered the medicine house, walked through several small buildings and palaces, and came to the most grand one, where he saw an old man.

He was dressed very simply, with neatly groomed eyebrows and sideburns. His long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, making him look very clean and gentle.

This person is Mr. Shen.

He is the person in charge of Yaolu, his cultivation has reached the foundation-building realm, and he is also a second-level alchemist.

In the outer sect, and even the entire Guangxiu Immortal Sect, they have great authority.

Sheng Chen, Deacon Chen, you are very good.

Mr. Shen took a careful look at Chen Sheng. The information showed that this was a person with no background, but he was able to make the two pension deacons throw away all the contacts they had accumulated over decades, just to pave the way for him.

Fu Yunzi, the elder of the outer sect, also felt that Chen Sheng was a person worth cultivating, so he left his name in this recommendation.

At this time, when he looked face to face, he found that this young man was indeed good. He was very clean, not angry or angry, and had a peaceful mind. He was a person who could live in Yaolu for a long time.