Unexpectedly, early in the morning, the outer door steward actually blocked the door in person. Was this because he was afraid that he would escape?
Ruoyou glanced at the other party thoughtfully, smiled bitterly, held up his bamboo hat, and walked forward.
"Wang Xuan, when you've finished packing, come with me."
The outer steward’s surname is Zhan, but I don’t know if it has anything to do with Zhan Yidao?
He is not tall, and his fat figure makes him look three points shorter. It seems that he has been sitting in the management position for a long time.
The other party said something, regardless of whether he agreed or not, and then turned around and left.
Seeing that the man named Zhan was unwilling to say more, he was too lazy to chat with him.
To be able to assign tasks to myself on the second day after joining the sect, to a certain extent, there is always some malice towards myself.
Arriving at the mission hall, because it was still early, there were not many disciples in the hall to accept missions.
Tall cabinets form a circle along the wall, with tasks arranged from easy to difficult and contribution points from small to large.
If you want the task to be simpler, start choosing from the left hand side.
If you choose the difficult one from the beginning, you might as well dig a hole and bury it yourself as soon as possible.
The two appeared in the hall, and a disciple in gray immediately came forward, looked at Wang Xuan, and motioned for him to take out his token.
This token is Wang Xuan's own identity plate. In the Blood Sword Sect, the token records everything about him.
After taking the token, the disciple in gray trotted to the counter and buried his head in what he was writing. He was probably recording a task.
After half a stick of incense, Wang Xuan walked out of the mission hall.
Throwing the token in his hand, he looked back and found that Manager Zhan was staring straight at him. He smiled slightly, said nothing, and turned to leave.
The Lingshi Mine is about twenty miles away from the sect. According to normal walking, it can be reached in more than an hour.
Outside the mountain gate, the two disciples guarding the mountain were no longer the same two as the day before yesterday. They had two unfamiliar faces.
Looking up at the three characters of Blood Sword Sect, for a moment, I just felt that this sect was full of malice towards me.
He rubbed the iron sword in his hand, which was left to him by his mother.
He doesn't remember much about his mother, perhaps because he was too young.
Countless times in his dreams, he could only dream of the outline of a face. When he wanted to see clearly, he would always wake up for various reasons.
Once upon a time, he also asked about his father, and the answer he received was that he died accidentally, followed by a deep sigh.
As time passed, he stopped asking. He naturally cherished this only iron sword.
As for iron swords, he has been studying them for a while and found that the best swords in the Wang family could not withstand the blows of iron swords, so he kept using them.
"Senior brother, what are you doing?"
"It's okay!"
The question interrupted Wang Xuan's thoughts, he shook his head, turned around and left, waving his hand.
Perhaps it's because this place is very close to the Blood Sword Sect, and there are no blind people blocking the way along the way.
It arrived in less than an hour.
This place is considered a canyon, filled with simple houses.
The mountains on both sides are somewhat different. One side is very high, so high that you can't see the end at a glance, while the mountain on the other side is half shorter out of thin air.
The location where we went down to the mine was on this half-short mountain. Perhaps Wang Xuan arrived too late, so the canyon was quiet and there was no sound.
Walking along the road in the middle of the house, after about ten feet, I saw a flesh ball, oh, no, it should be a person.
Compared with Guanshi Zhan's stature, he was only a tiny bit in weight. At this moment, the man was sitting on a recliner, gnawing on a chicken leg in one hand, and holding a wine bottle in the other.
As if sensing something different in the atmosphere, the fat man turned his head and saw the stunned Wang Xuan.
"Hey, here comes the kid. Come on, show me your identity token. Someone is in the cave. You're here at the right time."
After saying that, he put his feet on the ground and exerted force on his waist. After trying it twice, he got up from the recliner.
He casually placed the half-eaten chicken leg on the table, wiped his mouth full of oil, and then wiped it hard on the hem of his clothes.
He stretched out his somewhat greasy hand and motioned for him to take out the token.
After a moment of hesitation, he still suppressed his nausea and handed the token out.
"Hey, my name is Wang Xuan. Well, it's a good name. You have to hand in twenty spiritual stones every day. Let me do the math. You have to pay a total of three hundred dollars. The sect will provide food for half a month. After that, the task will be over.
Done, keep digging, but food and accommodation are not free."
Fat people talk a lot, and their mouths are like machine guns, blasting out everything they want to say.
After saying a lot, it’s just that you have to dig enough spiritual stones, and you have to pay rent after the expiration.
Not only the rent, but also the food rent, oh, I can’t say that, it should be called paid provision.
The fat man's trick has probably been told to many people, and they are extremely skilled.
"By the way, you can call me the fat steward. Did you bring a shovel or a hoe? If not, I have one here. You can rent or buy it."
"Oh, I brought it with me and bought it at the market."
"Xiao Wang, let me tell you, those things in the market are all fooling people. The ones I have here are all specially made by the sect. You can use them to get twice the result with half the effort. I guarantee that you will get it right every time you dig it. I'm afraid it won't take half a month.
The mission will be completed.”
Hearing that Wang Xuan had prepared his own tools, the fat steward's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he did not give up.
Instead, he put his chubby hand on Wang Xuan's shoulder and comforted him with a serious look.
He twisted his shoulders and tried to break away from the greasy, fat hands, but he didn't know that the other person's hands were like pliers, holding him down.
"It's really not necessary. How about I go down and try it for a day?"
"Okay, remember, come to me at night to pick up tools. It's best to rent them. After all, you're only here for a short period of time. You can't mine here for the rest of your life, don't you think?"
If they hadn't seen the crooked tool in the corner, it's hard to say that most people would have believed him.
The shovel has long been out of shape, and as for the hoe, it doesn't even have a handle.
If I really want to rent or buy it, I'm afraid I'll have to sell him a woodcutter later.
Although you have a sword in your hand, it is sometimes not as suitable as a special woodchopping knife, or at least the efficiency is much lower.
A black-hearted steward, this is Wang Xuan's definition of this fat man, and he is also a powerful black-hearted steward.
When he broke free just now, he didn't move at all.
It can be seen that the fat manager is actually very powerful. After a closer look, it is indeed as he thought. The aura is hidden and the faintly leaked aura shows the fact that he is strong in the Qi Condensation Realm.
If such an important place was said to be guarded only by people with Qi Condensation Realm strength, then he would never believe it.
After giving up some unrealizable thoughts, Wang Xuan shook his head, then broke away from the fat steward's fat hand and walked towards the mine.
He shrugged, carried the hoe he was carrying upwards, turned his head and glanced at the fat steward, a smile appeared on his face, there was no way to kill him.
When Wang Xuan's figure almost disappeared from the eyes of the fat steward, he was still watching and wiped the corner of his mouth with his chubby hand.
Seeing the oil on it, I couldn't help but stick out my tongue, lick it, and then swallow it.
"Hey, fat sheep, I've doubled your workload. You have to perform well and don't let me down."