Lin Lanfeng's face turned dark immediately after hearing this, and he said angrily: "Do you think that our Yuanqi Sect is easy to bully, so you chose to go up the mountain at this time to humiliate us!?"
Seeing this, Qi Guanxing cursed secretly: "Damn, has this old guy been a little too stimulated during this time? Why is he so sensitive?!"
Seeing the displeasure on Lin Lanfeng's face, he was about to fall out. Qi Guanxing said hurriedly: "Sect Master Lin, please don't misunderstand me. You will understand the reason after listening to me.
I'm Miao Qiaowei. My friends around me call me Fatty Miao. I was a life-and-death friend of the late elder Zhu Peng of your sect. If Brother Zhu hadn't come to the rescue back then, I would have been killed at the hands of my enemies.
Previously, I was afraid that Sect Master Lin would not want to see me, so I lied and claimed that I was an old friend of Baishan. Please forgive me, Brother Lin."
Lin Lanfeng frowned after hearing this. He didn't know whether what the other party said was true or false. Now that Zhu Peng was dead, he couldn't prove the origin of the person in front of him.
When Qi Guanxing saw this, he immediately guessed Lin Lanfeng's thoughts. In order to dispel his doubts, he hurriedly said: "I had a close relationship with Elder Zhu back then. He invited me to join our Yuanqi Sect many times, but I had no intention of fighting and only wanted to do business.
So I declined him politely."
At this point, Qi Guanxing put on a sad expression on his face and said heartbrokenly: "Who would have thought that I, who was doing business in another country a few days ago, suddenly heard the sad news that Brother Zhu was killed!
He died so miserably and unjustly! So when I came back this time, firstly, I wanted to avenge Brother Zhu, and secondly, I wanted to do my best for the Yuanqi Sect on his behalf."
At this point, Qi Guanxing took out a storage bag, put it in front of Lin Lanfeng and continued: "I heard that the Yuan Qi Sect has been in trouble recently. I have some savings from doing business for many years. Here are 500 million medium-grade spiritual stones. I hope I can solve it."
Sect Master Lin’s urgent need!”
Lin Lanfeng was overjoyed after hearing this. He picked up the storage bag and took a look. It really contained 500 million middle-grade spiritual stones. Although these spiritual stones were not too much for a sect, they were enough for him to tide over the difficulties at hand.
Unexpectedly, Fatty Miao continued: "In a hurry, I can only scrape together so much. But I have already found a broker to help me sell all the properties in my name. This spiritual stone will be given away later.
Come on, let's make a rough estimate. There are almost 2 billion mid-grade spiritual stones.
Brother Zhu always hoped that I could join the Yuan Qi Sect before he died. I took it as a fulfillment of his last wish. I planned to sell all my possessions and join the Yuan Qi Sect with this spiritual stone. I also hope that Sect Leader Lin will not give up and take him in. I will serve tea and pour water for laundry.
You can cook anything, as long as you can give me a place within the clan so that I can avenge Brother Zhu one day!"
Qi Guanxing's words brought tears to his eyes, and Lin Lanfeng and Lu Xiaohan were deeply moved.
Although Lin Lanfeng has doubts about the identity of the fat man in front of him, the spiritual stones cannot be faked. Five hundred million medium-grade spiritual stones are enough for him to temporarily calm the situation in the sect. I also heard that he still has two hundred million medium-grade spiritual stones.
The spirit stones will be delivered later, which is really important to the current Yuanqi Sect.
At this time, Lin Lanfeng no longer cared whether Fatty Miao's identity was suspicious or not. He quickly stood up and took his hand and said, "Zhu Peng is lucky to have a friend like you, and it is our honor to have you join the Yuanqi Sect. What's the point?
If you need to pour tea, wash clothes, and cook, you can leave it alone. I will definitely do a suitable job for you in the sect later, brother!"
At this point, Lin Lanfeng turned to look at Lu Xiaohan and ordered: "What are you doing here, kid? Hurry up and serve the tea. Serve the best spiritual tea. I want to have a good talk with Brother Miao."
Lu Xiaohan was stunned after hearing this, as if he had something to say. However, seeing that the master's thoughts were all on Fatty Miao, and there were outsiders present, he had no choice but to swallow back the words that came to his lips. Then, reluctantly
Walked out of the meeting hall.
Arriving outside the main hall, Lu Xiaohan cursed: "Master~~! Where can I prepare the best spiritual tea for you? It's easy to say that when you touch your upper lip to your lower lip, you know the best spiritual tea you usually drink.
How much does tea cost? One tael of spiritual stone?
Now let alone the money to buy the best spiritual tea, the entire sect combined cannot even get a single medium-grade spiritual stone."
Just now he was embarrassed to ask Lin Lanfeng for the spirit stone in front of Fatty Miao. After all, the 500 million medium-grade spirit stones were just donated to the Yuanqi Sect. It would be too embarrassing to treat others to tea with their spirit stones.
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Just when Lu Xiaohan was worried, a figure walked past him. Seeing the person, Lu Xiaohan rolled his eyes and hurriedly shouted: "Junior brother, wait!"
The person who came was none other than Wu Tian, Lin Lanfeng's close disciple. When he heard his senior brother calling him, Wu Tian stopped, turned around and asked, "Is something wrong, senior brother?"
Lu Xiaohan chuckled and said: "It's a small matter. Master is receiving distinguished guests. I'll serve you a few cups of the best spiritual tea. I also want to go back to accompany you. I'll leave this matter to you, junior brother."
After saying that, he didn't wait for Wu Tian to answer and hurriedly turned around and returned to the meeting hall. He said in his heart: "Junior brother, it's not that the senior brother is unkind, it's just that this matter is really difficult to handle!"
After Lu Xiaohan left, Wu Tiancai reacted. He was so angry that he stamped his feet and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, this guy has set up a scheme! The Yuanqi Sect is so poor now that they pee blood. Where the hell am I going to give you the best spiritual tea?"
Go?!"
He scolded him, but the master had already spoken. If he couldn't do it, he would definitely be punished.
So he hurriedly turned around and ran to the kitchen, wanting to try his luck and see if he could turn over some tea leaves to get through it.
But when he got to the kitchen, he was dumbfounded. Not to mention the foam on the tea leaves, even the water tank was bottomed out. He finally filled a pot of cold water and put it on the stove.
While boiling water, Wu Tian began to think about it. Where can I get the best spiritual tea? Isn't this difficult for me? No, I have to find other ways to deal with it.
After thinking about it, he looked up and suddenly found a raincoat and a straw hat hanging by the kitchen door.
He was happy to see the straw hat. This thing was worn by them when they went to the fields to plant spiritual grass. It was exposed to wind and sun all year round, and the straw on it was yellow and dry.
He casually pulled off a piece of hay from his hat and rubbed it vigorously back and forth with both hands. Don't tell me, it looks like the best spiritual tea.
I threw the grass foam into the pot, and when it was scalded with boiling water, it changed color. The color was richer and more beautiful than the best of the best spiritual teas!
It's just that the smell is a bit special. The straw hats were worn by all the disciples in turn and had not been washed for many years. The hair oil and sweat had long been soaked into every straw.
Now when I open the pot, the taste is authentic!
Holding the tray in hand, Wu Tianqiang suppressed the smile in his heart and entered the meeting hall. Lu Xiaohan saw the three cups of top-quality spiritual tea in the tray and thought to himself: "Junior brother, you still have something to do!"
But Wu Tian gave him a sharp look, and Lu Xiaohan turned around and pretended not to have seen him.
After putting down the tea cup, Wu Tian planned to leave immediately, but Lin Lanfeng, who was chatting with Fatty Miao, was already dry at this time. In a hurry, he reached out and grabbed a tea bowl, and drank it without thinking.
Go down.
Hearing a "pop" sound the next second, Lin Lanfeng's face turned green and he spat out the tea he had just drank. He exclaimed: "Oh my god, what kind of tea is this?! Why does it taste so special!"