"Before distributing the spirit stones, my deacon in the hall will announce the discipline when the spirit stone is distributed. All disciples who clicked the name will come forward to claim the spirit stones one by one according to the list. During this period, there must be no noise, no whispering, or no words. When the spirit stone is distributed, all matters will be decided by the spirit stones. If you want to communicate, you need to have the consent of the chief in order to speak. If you feel that the main affairs are unfair, after the spirit stone is distributed, you can respond to this deacon, and then the deacon will report to the hall master. Do you understand everything?

The crowd responded loudly.

The deacon in the inner hall was surnamed Sun, and he was an old man. He nodded with satisfaction at this time and said to Mo Qingyu: "I would like to ask the spirit stone director of this scene to distribute the spirit stone!"

The way of distributing spirit stones in Cedar Hall is unique. Each outer disciple has five low-grade spirit stones, and each servile disciple has one low-grade spirit stone. At the end, there will be a hundred low-grade spirit stones as rewards, rewarding those disciples or servile servants who performed well in the month. However, this reward rule is not limited, and it depends entirely on the person who issued the spirit stones. As long as he can tell where the rewarded person performs well in the month.

It’s a pity that Nie Wushuang has never been rewarded, so whenever he is given out spirit stones, he always feels itchy when he looks at the rewarded disciples or servants, and he is looking forward to it.

However, when we arrived at the square today, Nie Wushuang's face, which was originally excited and surprised, was filled with sorrow. Looking at Mo Qingyu on the stage, he cursed in his heart: "I didn't expect that this person will be the one who will be on the rotation today. Alas, I can't even think about the rewarded spirit stone."

The long team was arranged neatly. Nie Wushuang knew that the reward today must have nothing to do with him, so he was no surprise in his heart. He thought that he could always get a spirit stone. Although it was a little small, it was better than nothing. As the team slowly moved forward, Nie Wushuang comforted himself and thought in his heart: I had been doing the herb business with Senior Sister Bu for a long time. If this low-grade spirit stone was replaced by an ordinary person, it would be enough for ordinary people to eat and drink for half a year. Fortunately, I am in the Cedar Hall and I don’t have to pay for food and accommodation. This spirit stone can be used for cultivation. If it is really food, drink, defecation, I am afraid there will be no chance of practicing.

Thinking of this, Nie Wushuang felt better again. Gradually, the team was getting shorter and shorter. The crowd was extremely quiet when receiving the spirit stones. No one wanted to make trouble and followed the team silently.

Finally, it was Nie Wushuang's turn to come forward to collect the spirit stones. Looking at Mo Qingyu on the platform, Nie Wushuang didn't say much.

He heard Mo Qingyu say, "Huh? It's you?" After saying that, he sneered, picked up the record book beside him, and then looked through it, "Nie Wushuang, a mate of the hall, handed over forty top-quality third-level spiritual herbs, thirty top-quality fourth-level spiritual herbs, thirty bottom-quality fourth-level spiritual herbs, 10 middle-quality third-level spiritual herbs, 10 top-quality fourth-level spiritual herbs, 30 top-quality spiritual herbs, 30 top-quality spiritual herbs." When he came to this point, he looked up at Nie Wushuang and asked, "Because you are serving the master, you should know that the higher the level, the better. How come there are so many low-quality medium-level spiritual herbs? Moreover, there are not many level-quality spiritual herbs. Although the master did not make specific requirements, you should reflect on yourself. How dare you hand over so many low-quality spiritual herbs?"

Nie Wushuang looked at Mo Qingyu and cursed in his heart: Isn’t this turtle bastard just jealous of my relationship with Senior Sister Bu? But he dare not speak.

Under the rules of Kaiyemen, Cedar Hall is no exception. When the spirit stone is distributed at the entrance of the hall, no one is allowed to agree, no one is allowed to speak, no one is allowed to make noise, no one is allowed to discuss. There are a total of more than a dozen rules for receiving spirit stones, listed one by one, otherwise the law enforcement officers of the Criminal Law Hall at the entrance of the hall will appear, and the head will decide how to punish those who violate the discipline.

Of course, opening the Yemen does this, in order to avoid conflicts between disciples due to discord, and to avoid some unexpected events when there are too many people. Such restrictions can shorten the time for distribution of spirit stones and end this period of jealousy faster and safer.

Mo Qing said this, and the servants and many outer disciples were limited to the rules of the sect at this time, so they naturally did not dare to make any noise, so as not to cause more trouble.

The core disciples of the inner sect of the Cedar Hall counted more than 20 guardians, plus more than 20 under the sect master, and a total of more than 100 people. They took turns to distribute spirit stones once a month. In fact, it was to train the disciples' sect affairs handling capabilities. Nie Wushuang had always hoped that Bu Yanyun would take turns to be, but within the past two years, the chance of Bu Yanyun's turn was very small. But this time it was the turn of Bu Yanyun's senior brother whom he hated the most. And the other party did not let him go. Looking at Mo Qingyu on the stage, Nie Wushuang was very angry.

Mo Qingyu said, "In this way, Nie Wushuang, as the head of distributing spirit stones today, I am allowed to speak up. Let me first talk about how you can be a good servant of the master in this situation? Don't you admit the issue of spiritual herb planting? You are also an elite selected among tens of thousands of servant disciples. Since you have to do your best to serve the spiritual field of the master, you must hand over those low-level spiritual herbs as inferior ones. If you don't care about you, you should be more attentive. Why do I think you look unconvinced?"

Nie Wushuang was angry and cursed in his heart: "Your grandfather is convinced. You should really cut into pieces by your grandson who teases your elders like this." But he said, "Disciple has done his best."

"Oh! Your attitude seems to be that I blamed you wrongly." Mo Qingyu said, and said to a disciple on duty on his left, "Give me his spirit stone." The disciple didn't say anything, and handed the spirit stone that was originally to be sent to Nie Wushuang to Mo Qingyu, and then retreated aside.

Hundreds of people in the square looked at Mo Qingyu and Nie Wushuang on and off the stage. Although everyone below dared not speak, everyone had their own thoughts in their hearts, "Is this disciple Nie Wushuang the best serving spiritual herbs in the legendary hall?" "I wonder why this guy offended Senior Brother Mo. It seems that he may not be able to get the spirit stone today." "How could Senior Brother Mo, a core inner disciple, be stingy with a slap?" "I heard that Nie Wushuang relied on being the master's personal servant, and did not take many fellow disciples seriously. It seems that he also heard that he likes Senior Sister Bu Yanyun. Humph, he didn't look in the mirror to see. How could Senior Sister Bu Yanyun be a mere slap in his slap?"

Mo Qingyu stood on the stage, condescendingly, half-squatted down, staring at Nie Wushuang under the stage, and looked at him with a playful look. The low-grade spirit stone in his hand was thrown into the air and then brought back to his hand without saying a word.

Nie Wushuang raised his head and looked at Mo Qingyu who was squatting on the stage, cursing in his heart: Turtle bastard, give it to me your grandfather and my spirit stone quickly.

Mo Qingyu suddenly stood up and said, "Forget it, for your best efforts, go and pick it up by yourself." As he said that, he threw the spirit stone in his hand towards the audience and continued, "Mr. Situ, this supervisor allows you to speak. You can pick up the spirit stone for Junior Brother Mo, and teach him how to do a good job in a mate."

A voice in the crowd quickly agreed: "Yes!"

The spirit stone fell several feet away from Nie Wushuang. Nie Wushuang glanced at Mo Qingyu and glanced around. He happened to see the man who was called Situ, who was talking in the crowd. He thought in his heart that he should not pick up the spirit stone by this person. He would probably be really hard to get it back. So he quickly walked forward and bowed to pick up the spirit stone. Suddenly a figure flashed out, picked up the spirit stone in his hand, and laughed and shouted, "Oh? I'm so lucky, I picked up a spirit stone! I'm really rich today."

When Nie Wushuang saw that man was Situ Young Master who was a fifth-level Qi training practice. This person often followed Mo Qingyu and tried his best to flatter him. He often ran errands behind Mo Qingyu's butt. His thin appearance looked annoying. At this time, he picked up Nie Wushuang's spirit stone, and did not look at Nie Wushuang. He waved his hand and laughed freely. His body was twisted, and his body was like a bamboo pole-like figure, like a mantis pole-punched butt, twisting in a mess.

Nie Wushuang walked forward and shouted to Situ Shao: "Give it back to me!"

"Haha, are you? Oh? Isn't this our personal spiritual herb? What's wrong? What's wrong?" Situ Shao's eyes were deep and his face turned pale. He seemed to be fascinated by wine and sex for a long time. He looked so sarcastic and sarcastic at Nie Wushuang.

Nie Wushuang looked angry and said, "The spirit stone in your hand belongs to me, give it to me."

After a while, Mr. Situ laughed wildly, his face suddenly changed and he shouted, "What did you say? The spirit stones in my hand are yours? Why don't you say that the spirit stones on me are all yours?" As he said that, he laughed and shouted to the crowd, "This man dreamed that he actually said that my spirit stones were his."

There were many people joining in the fun in the crowd, but they were limited to the discipline of the venue and dared not speak, but they looked at Nie Wushuang with disdain and contempt.

Nie Wushuang looked at the situation in the crowd, looked pale, leaned forward, and snatched the low-grade spirit stone from Mr. Situ.

Mr. Situ obviously did not expect Nie Wushuang to snatch it, and did not pay attention. When he realized it, the spirit stone in his hand had already reached Nie Wushuang's hand. He was full of anger and shouted at Nie Wushuang: "You are so brave, dare you snatch my things?"

At this time, Mo Qingyu was on the stage and suddenly said, "Forget it, Situ, dog-like things are not worthy of your taboos. Okay, everyone should pay attention in the future. Even as a trait disciple, you should try your best to do your best to do your business for the hall." He said, glared at Nie Wushuang and continued, "Don't think that you can slack off if you are a traitor in the hall. My Cedar Hall never raises waste."

Nie Wushuang's expression was already calm at this time. He looked at Mo Qingyu on the stage and looked at Mr. Situ again. Thinking that only by tolerance can he have the opportunity to practice to a higher level and go to the ghost clan to find his mother's soul. So he stopped talking and quickly left the square.

Looking at Nie Wushuang's back as he left, Situ Shao said angrily: "If there were no regulations on Yunmeng Continent, no matter how great the hatred was, he would not kill disciples below the third level of Qi training. I will kill you today. It would be a pity to dare to attack Senior Sister Bu."
Chapter completed!