It is made of jade tiles and green bricks pave the ground. It stands on the top of the mountain and can be entered from all directions in the southeast, northwest and northwest.
However, only handyman disciples can enter and exit the south gate, and nominal disciples can only use the three entrances: east, west, north and west.
At this time, the recording hall was already overcrowded, and the queue reached the mountainside.
The time for delegating tasks is five days, but most people will choose to find suitable sect tasks on the first day. If you are lucky enough to find some tasks with high rewards but not much, it will be an unexpected surprise.
Wait until you arrive at the recording hall.
Song Zhishu also knew what happened.
The sect has delegated a batch of demon-killing tasks.
The difference is that this time the team will be led by outer disciples. The handyman disciples are basically logistics, but they will be rewarded a lot.
I want to know more, but I am limited by my status. How can a monk with a first or second level of Qi training possibly come into contact with any big shot?
"In your life, I'm afraid it will be difficult even for you to reach the fifth level. Even if you want to become a handyman, it will be a bit difficult. Women have very high standards. I guess they will look down on you."
Now that there are outer disciples leading the team, the handyman disciples are basically picking up for nothing, and the risk has been reduced a lot.
Song Zhishu couldn't help but sigh when he heard that the rent would be paid in half a month.
These two hours save three days of hard work.
At the urging of some handymen, Song Zhishu took on three jobs.
This is just a theoretical accumulation. After all, there are many spiritual stones that are invisible expenses.
Su Wanyun was chattering a little.
"If Senior Brother Song is willing, I can introduce you to him? How about that?"
You should know that sect tasks are basically divided into three levels.
Unless you don't care about image at all, otherwise, using mana to adjust your bones and change your appearance is too easy and simple.
Spiritual energy is allocated based on the house. Although sharing a house will reduce the spiritual energy by half, at least you will not be driven away. It doesn't matter whether you are embarrassed or not. The point is that you can free up a few hours to earn spiritual stones.
It turned out to be queue cutting.
[Fertilizing medicinal fields]
Hearing this, Su Wanyun's beautiful eyes clearly flashed with disappointment, but she still comforted her.
It’s cheap but not good.
Just when Song Zhishu was meditating.
It’s uncomfortable to think about it.
Song Zhishu's childhood sweetheart came from the same place, and was sent to the Taihao Sword Sect by his family at the same time. They had a good relationship with each other, but the other party had a fourth-line middle-grade spiritual root and was much stronger than himself.
Slaying demons is extremely dangerous, but of course the rewards are also extremely high.
In the past fifteen years, Song Zhishu had been sleeping every ten days and relying on silent writing of Confucian scriptures, which was somewhat beneficial.
"Need not."
Song Zhishu left the Recording Hall.
After a while.
She comforted him politely.
The thing is a defective item.
Li Qingzhou.
Song Zhishu simply washed himself, made a cup of tea, and put it on his desk.
Song Zhishu arrived outside Mingyue City.
"God knows what happened, but this time the outer disciples are leading the team. It's a good thing. These outer disciples have a few middle-grade magic weapons on hand. If they meet a senior disciple from a cultivating family, I'm afraid they will all bring them.
A high-grade magic weapon is more than enough to deal with monsters."
The last task is to slay demons.
Naturally it doesn't make much sense.
Most of the non-spiritual areas are inhabited by mortals. They do not need spiritual energy to nourish them, so the prices are cheap.
The sound is pleasant.
Soon, Song Zhishu came to the bed and began his daily meditation.
"High-grade magic weapon? There must be a background for this."
"Junior sister, be careful what you say."
Song Zhishu smiled bitterly, he did not hide it.
Furthermore, whether the difference in realm is big or small, they are all low-level monks after all, so being a little higher or a little lower has no big impact.
Song Zhishu just nodded and was not in the mood to talk too much about this matter. If he talked too much, he would shed tears.
Song Zhishu lives in a low-grade spiritual house and needs to pay four low-grade spiritual stones every month, plus one for normal food and drink expenses. He can only accumulate one low-grade spiritual stone in a month.
People also ran away.
This is also Song Zhishu’s biggest secret.
The sect must be aware of it, but the Taihao Sword Sect's purpose is to allow life and death to occur.
Hearing this, Su Wanyun sighed.
The result was that I was deceived, and there was a big problem with this spiritual pattern pen.
"Let's not worry about this. Just find a good job. In half a month, we have to pay the rent. I don't know how many people will be kicked out of Wuling Street."
Qi training monks need to sleep for two hours a day to replenish their energy, or one sleep every three days.
Inside Wuji Palace.
Song Zhishu entered the Recording Hall.
"You will gain wisdom after every experience, senior brother, don't be too sad."
[Sowing in spiritual fields]
The first two received one spiritual stone each, and the two for delivering the message alone also received a sect contribution point. After returning, I would spare some time and take on another job. This month's income would be considered stable.
There is no other reason.
It is precisely because of this that Song Zhishu completely accepted his fate.
Song Zhishu queued up peacefully.
Taihao Sword Sect.
He picked up the brush on the desk, stained it with bits and pieces of ink, and started writing.
After taking out the token.
There is no need to have a good relationship between neighbors, but it is best not to worsen the relationship. There is no need for such trivial matters.
Song Zhishu declined politely.
There is a saying that is true, there are no ugly monks.
But every time I write Confucian scriptures silently, wisps of white spiritual energy will be produced, making me full of energy and even giving me a sense of nourishment.
Song Zhishu was a liberal arts student in his previous life and was extremely interested in Confucian literature. He could be considered a Confucian scholar.
The work is tedious and the returns are low, but the advantage is safety, simplicity, professionalism, and good hands.
"I bought it for forty-eight low-grade spiritual stones."
The night is getting dark.
"Senior Brother Song."
The worst thing is the chores. A certain senior brother is going to make an elixir and needs a few helpers. As long as they know how to distinguish the medicines, one will hold the fire and the other will put the medicine.
Su Wanyun was a little surprised.
This will free up some time for inscriptions.
Spirit stones can be earned.
His cultivation is a bit higher than his own, but because he became a nominal disciple a few years ago, he takes advantage of his name.
There is only one life.
Su Wanyun opened her mouth and directly mentioned this sad incident.
I don’t understand what’s going on with Confucianism and Taoism in this world.
Now.
"We'll see then."
So the possibility is very high. After all, the marriage contract comes first, and besides, they are all low-level monks. It is just that one is a little worse and the other is a little better, which is equivalent to a department employee and a department leader.
Being intercepted is also a kind of thing.
This is a bit against the principles of justice, but it is precisely because of Taihao Sword Sect's attitude that it is more able to recruit elites.
Song Zhishu returned to his residence without disturbing his neighbors.
She is a female cultivator, wearing a light green dress, with a graceful figure, long black hair hanging down her waist, and a charming walk. She is in her twenties, with beautiful facial features and skin like snow.
in this way.
The nominal disciples in line were talking quietly.
"Senior Brother Song."
If you don't advance, you will retreat; if you retreat, you will die.
To be honest, you can't blame others, you can only blame yourself for your insufficiency of heart.
The Taihao Sword Sect will send its disciples to patrol, but Hongchen Peak is so big, how can it cover everything?
As for sending letters thousands of miles, it is a hard job and takes the most time, but the benefits are good.
"If everything goes well, maybe something good will happen next."
Of course, you can use the Quick Talisman as a safe point, which is very safe.
Blood is a fucking loss.
Song Zhishu is useless.
He spoke directly, interrupting the other person's next words.
When the team had reached the top of the mountain, Su Wanyun continued to speak.
This kind of task is slightly unsafe, but after all, it is Taihao Sword Sect, and no one dares to mess around. It involves some interests. The disadvantage is that it takes a long time, and the reward is average, not too much, but not too little either.
, the request is not too much, just about right.
How could he give it to himself at half the price when there were at least a hundred low-grade spiritual stones on the market?
Both of them were speechless.
"Senior Brother Song, it's not that Junior Sister is overthinking it. Women know women best. It's been quite a while since you sent your letter. There's no reply, so there's basically not much hope."
In this world, there is not only immortality and Buddhism, but also Confucianism and Taoism.
Good guy.
"It's just incomplete."
But Song Zhishu knew it in his heart.
Most monks practice qi and maintain health. Even if they don't have inedia, they can still detoxify by relying on the magic power in their bodies. When all ugliness is covered up, there are basically no ugly people.
"Why have so many demon-killing tasks been delegated this time? Is this something big happening?"
It is also his only secret.
This may be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.
"Wouldn't it be nice to find a Taoist companion, work together, share a room, and help each other?"
The monks themselves pay attention to the word struggle.
She shut up immediately. She also realized that she was a little stubborn and said some random things.
The mouth will be torn apart.
However, Song Zhishu didn't feel anything about this kind of thing.
In the past fifteen years, logically, one should have accumulated one hundred and eighty low-grade spiritual stones, but in reality, there were only about sixty.
After dictation.
"Mutilated?"
Slaying demons is no small matter, the risks are too great.
After taking the job.
poverty.
The past fifteen years have been miserable, but the golden finger didn't come, and the scam came first.
He was speechless.
Su Wanyun spoke up and mentioned someone.
Don't think too much.
In the end, there was nothing to say, so I just inserted one.
"It's getting late."
"I have a cousin who has the same spiritual roots as you. She is now at the first level of Qi training. She is only twenty-two years old. She is extremely beautiful and looks like a lotus. She is really not inferior to me in terms of appearance."
It was half an hour later again.
A quarter of an hour later.
As long as you are not in the late stage of Qi training, there won't be any special difference.
in this way.
"By the way, has Senior Sister Qingzhou replied to your letter?"
To be honest, for ordinary people, this is almost impossible, but what is unbearable is that the two have been engaged since childhood and have made a baby wedding.
The entire desk was piled with a thick stack of rice paper and a set of the Four Treasures of the Study Room.
But the good thing is that even though there is no huge improvement.
The residence is very simple, the only thing that looks a little different is the desk.
Naturally it attracted a lot of people.
Of course, it can only be said that there is a certain danger. If there is no grievance or enmity, there is no leakage of money, it will not be so unlucky to be targeted.
"He was fooled."
Large-scale Gu cultivation!
Song Zhishu looked at the snow-white rice paper and was silent for a while.
Reluctant to part with it.
Close the door.
Two and a half hours later.
If you act without any brains or caution, you deserve to die.
Right now, we can only take one step at a time. If we can't find a good job today, we can only rent a shared room next month.
"No reply yet."
The latter listened.
Song Zhishu replied politely.
My only way out may be these Confucian scriptures.
The first two are not very profitable, but they have other benefits. Taking two more puffs of the elixir smell also has a nourishing effect. Not to mention the spiritual field, the underground spiritual energy is abundant, and you can meditate for two hours after sowing.
Su Wanyun was a little angry, but as she spoke, she slowly walked up to Zhishu Song.
Su Wanyun smiled playfully and covered up the past without mentioning a word.
Song Zhishu also walked quickly towards West Street.
"Furthermore, I heard that Senior Sister Qingzhou met an inner sect brother a few days ago and is currently training with you, Senior Brother Song."
“I did buy it.”
After fifteen years, he is now a monk at the fourth level of Qi training. If he goes one step further and reaches the fifth level of Qi training, he can be directly promoted to a handyman disciple.
Song Zhishu wrote quickly.
It's extremely complicated.
Song Zhishu was a little helpless and looked back at the monk behind him. He was indeed a little displeased, but this was outside the Recording Hall, and there were servant disciples responsible for maintaining order. In addition, Su Wanyun was a woman and beautiful.
Su Wanyun said what she meant.
Zhishu Song didn't know which muscle he had suffered a few days ago. After accepting his fate, he thought about getting married and having children, so he sent a letter to Li Qingzhou, probably asking him if he would like to become a Taoist couple.
After feeling refreshed.
"Hey, Senior Brother Song, Junior Sister was just talking nonsense."
"Come so early?"
"Let's wait for Qingzhou's reply."
Secondly, if she doesn't make it clear, Su Wanyun will definitely borrow it. If she doesn't agree, she will look stingy and hurt her harmony.
Falling to death is one type of thing.
It's still a little late.
If you are in the non-spiritual zone, you will need eight hours a day to meditate to stabilize your cultivation, plus drinking water, eating, and dealing with some things, so there is not much time that can be used.
Be more direct.
Three levels of Qi training.
"In short, if the senior brother is interested, the junior sister will go and pull the strings. If the senior brother is not interested, then forget it."
I can only say that it is not difficult to survive with a little bit of savings.
But a few days ago, Song Zhishu also had a headache, and he bought a spirit pattern pen after listening to someone's nonsense.
Forty-eight low-grade spiritual stones were smashed into it, all the liquid spiritual stone savings were poured into it.
It's like eating spiritual flesh.
It is equivalent to exchanging time for spiritual stones.
When Song Zhishu heard the news at first, he was overjoyed and felt that he could follow the line of Confucianism and Taoism.
There is still room for promotion for handyman disciples, but there is no room for promotion for nominal disciples. There is no need to take such risks. If you survive by chance once or twice, the rewards you get will not solve the basic problems at all.
Forcing the monk upward.
"Senior Sister Qingzhou is currently at the fourth level of Qi training, and there is hope for the eighth level in the future. If she is really destined to be immortal, she may become an outer disciple. Even if she cannot become a disciple, she will definitely be the best among the handymen."
But when he said this, Song Zhishu frowned slightly.
Next is patrolling, maintenance, and transportation resources.
After waiting for about a stick of incense, a voice suddenly sounded.
This is his only hobby.
"kindness."
At the same time, I also learned that if you can write peerless articles and immortal books, it will naturally be of great benefit, but the improvement of Confucianism and Taoism does not entirely rely on the writing of writings.
Song Zhishu didn't explain the details clearly, but when he told the price, the other party basically understood it.
It's for matchmaking.
However.
It's not a big deal if Scholar Song doesn't get angry. The main reason is that if he talks like this, it won't be a good thing for Senior Sister Qingzhou if it reaches her ears.
Until half an hour later.
I have inquired from many sources, but I only know that Confucianism and Taoism are related to the fate of the country and public opinion.
The person in front of him is Song Zhishu's neighbor and a nominal disciple of Taihao Sword Sect, named Su Wanyun.
First of all, he doesn't want to deceive others.
Therefore, Song Zhishu was full of curiosity about Confucianism and Taoism.
【Sending letters thousands of miles】
There is only one spiritual vein in Hongchen Peak, which runs through the nine cities. A spiritual gathering array is set up, which makes some areas full of spiritual energy. Going outwards, the spiritual energy becomes thinner and thinner, and finally there is a spirit-free area.
Moreover, Confucianism and Taoism are extremely strong and are the strongest foundation for the dynasty to fight against the Immortal Sect.
"Isn't it also early for Junior Sister Su?"
Song Zhishu spoke, looked at the other person and smiled.
I'm not afraid of anyone thinking about it. Who would stare at the poor these days? It's pointless to target yourself.
"The way of a university lies in being virtuous, being close to the people, and striving for perfection."
However, the latter is somewhat reluctant.
Wisps of white gas jumped up from the rice paper and disappeared into Song Zhishu's body.
But after trying it out, Song Zhishu discovered that no matter whether he wrote any Confucian classics or poems from previous lives, it had no effect at all.
An old man slowly opened his eyes.
"Senior Brother Song, I don't blame Junior Sister for speaking harshly. You should have very little savings left after you bought this magic pen."
Accompanied by a green lamp.
Queue quietly.
Song Zhishu spoke casually.
The sky is about to get dark, so we need to climb over the mountains early to avoid encountering some dangers.
Song Zhishu burned the rice paper. After all, he did not want this article to be seen. No matter whether it was useful or not, it was undeniable that this article was a Confucian scripture. It was better to be cautious to prevent others from picking the fruit.
"I heard that you bought a spirit pattern pen in Fangshi. Is it true?"
Because if you don't do your job well, I'm afraid you won't be able to pay in a few months.
"Senior Brother Song is the same. If you didn't call me earlier, you would fight with your neighbor. You don't care about your feelings at all."
But for monks, nourished by spiritual energy and combined with meditation practice, they can get twice the result with half the effort. It only takes four hours a day to stabilize their cultivation. The extra time can be used to find ways to earn spiritual stones.
"Something big happened."
He murmured, his eyes full of shock.
There are all kinds of lights surrounding the old man, and many mysterious lights are emerging from the robes on his body.
This person is the headmaster of Taihao Sword Sect.