Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

【Cleaning · Experience +1】

[Cleansing (minor success): 0/300]

Wang Chen looked at the spotless Chidao under his feet, and was really powerless to complain.

He has never deliberately brushed up the proficiency of this small spell, and usually uses it normally, and the experience value has been increasing very slowly.

I didn't expect that after half a day, I would actually break through the Xiaocheng level.

The sun was shining brightly, the sky was clear, and under the blue sky, along the long road, at intervals, there was a monk like Wang Chen busy cleaning the road.

Or repair the ditch beside the road.

Some people sprinkled flower seeds on the side of the road and used the "withering technique" to stimulate them.

A busy scene.

Wang Chen's finishing work on the subcontracted road section has been basically completed.

Wang Chen was not in a hurry to plant purple Jinlan, and sat down to rest under the shade of a tree beside the road.

In fact, he was not tired, but felt that the work was a bit ridiculous, and he really couldn't get much energy.

As long as you live to meet the requirements, you will be fine, and there will be no rewards if you do a good job!

Several monks nearby also sat down and gathered together to whisper something.

It's just that they didn't deliberately control their voices, and Wang Chen's position was downwind, and his five senses were extremely sharp, so they got a rough idea!

"What do you think Wei is doing? Cleaning the roads and ditches is fine, but what kind of Zijin flowers are there to be planted!"

This one was obviously full of complaints, and couldn't help pouring it out.

The cultivator next to him smiled and said, "You don't know that, the Zijin flower is the favorite flower of the real head of the sect, and a lot of them are planted in the inner sect!"

"And this?"

"Otherwise what do you think?"

"I've heard that the real head of the sect likes Zijinhua because of her childhood sweetheart."

"When the two were young, they agreed to meet again after the Purple Mansion, and then went their separate ways. When the real master broke through and opened the mansion, he went to look for the green plum, only to find that the beauty had passed away, leaving only his favorite Zijin plant."

"I see!"

"There are such things as this. Unexpectedly, the head of the sect is also a man of temperament."

"Yeah yeah."

"Shh, be careful with your words, don't talk about your superior!"

"Hmmmm."

Wang Chen didn't expect to hear Duan Jindan's gossip here.

He took out the flower seeds from the storage bag and threw one on the ground.

Facing the seeds with his fingers, Wang Chen mobilized his mana and performed the "Kurong Technique" that he had just learned yesterday.

The level of this spell is not very high.

With his current understanding, getting started didn't take much time.

With the operation of mana, Wang Chen's fingertips revealed a bright green light, covering the flower seeds on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, several tiny roots broke out of the shell and penetrated into the soil below.

Immediately afterwards, the flower seeds germinated and continued to grow upwards.

In less than half a cup of tea, it has already grown into a graceful flower seedling!

Although it is not the first time I have seen such a scene.

But there was still a strange feeling in Wang Chen's heart.

Compared with spells such as Cleansing Technique and Cloud and Rain Jue, Dry Glory Technique can undoubtedly show the extraordinaryness of a monk.

It's just that in this world, there is not much difference between monks at the bottom and ordinary people in the ordinary world!

Wang Chen thought that his spells should not be used to whitewash peace.

...

March 16th, halfway through the hour.

When Wang Chen left home and came to the side of the "renovated" road, men, women and children were already standing by the side of the road.

The neighbors all put on new clothes, and all of them had excited and excited smiles on their faces.

The children were chattering and chattering, as if it was New Year's Eve.

The monks in the guard, including the night watchman, patrolled back and forth on both sides of the road to maintain order.

At the same time, rice ears are distributed to those who come to watch the ceremony.

Wang Chen also received a bunch.

The Lingdao with tassels and stalks is golden, as if some kind of magic has been cast on it, and it looks very festive.

According to the monks of the Weisuo, this is a sacrificial ceremony that everyone respects to the ancestors.

Yunyang School ancestor worship ceremony.

The person enshrined is exactly the Yunyang Patriarch who created the Yunyang lineage 1,500 years ago!

Although a bunch of spiritual rice is insignificant, it represents the disciples' admiration and admiration for their ancestors.

Countless elegant purple Jinlans are all over the roadside.

On the contrary, with the passage of time, everyone's excitement and excitement gradually disappeared.

All that's left is the boring wait.

Some ignorant children became impatient and cried to go home.

The result is either that the mouth is covered by the parents, or the "life" is eaten hard on the buttocks.

Seeing that the time was about to pass, the new head of Yishi Guards hurried over and shouted loudly: "Hurry up, hurry up, everyone, hurry up and go to Yunshan City, the head master will not come here anymore!"

Everyone was in an uproar.

After working hard for two or three days, I stayed here under the sun for more than an hour.

As a result, the Master Master did not come.

Speaking of going to Yunshan City, Yunshan City is fifty miles away from here!

Most of the people were not interested, but they couldn't resist the urging or even threats from the head of the village.

So they had no choice but to run in the direction of Yunshan City, and some even took pictures of themselves with armored horse symbols.

Of course, most of the fast-paced ones were young monks, and most of the old, young, women and children went back to their respective homes.

Wang Chen actually didn't want to go, feeling like he was being treated like a monkey.

However, the head of the village is watching, and the monks of the guard are supervising him. He is not old, weak, sick and disabled, so there is no reason to quit.

So Wang Chen followed Daliu and took a picture of a horse talisman for himself, and went straight to Yunshan City.

When we arrived at the place, we saw that there were already crowds of people on both sides of the road outside the city, and we didn't know how many monks from the outer sect had been mobilized by those guards to watch the ceremony.

Wang Chen and others who came late could not squeeze in at all, so they had to stand farther away from the gate of the city.

Be a tool man with ears of rice in his hands!

Woo~

Another half an hour later, the sound of a majestic horn came from the north.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly became a sensation, and everyone turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

Soon, a long team appeared in people's sight.

Walking at the front of the team were sixteen battle repair knights holding guards of honor.

They wear black iron lion head helmets, colored soap robes inside, suannigeng gold armor on the outside, and dragon-scaled horses with blue eyes on their crotches.

Everyone is so handsome!

Behind the knights, eight giant-toothed white elephants are pulling an eight-treasure cloud chariot.

Ji Guantao, head of the Yunyang School, was wearing a Yunlong robe and stood on top of it.

As towering as a mountain, it attracts everyone's attention!

Six Zifu elders accompanied the cloud chariot, and hundreds of inner disciples swaggered to guard the left and right.

There are thirty-six blue cows pulling the vans behind.

People standing on both sides of Chidou respectfully offered ears of rice to Mite-douji.

To show respect to the ancestor of Yunyang.

At this time, the scorching sun is in the sky, the flowers are blooming, and the prosperity of Yunyang is far ahead of the past!

Boom~

When the Dingyang bell in Yunshan City rang, the eight-treasure cloud chariot that the real master was riding on stopped moving forward.

The surroundings were suddenly silent, and thousands of monks held their breath.

At this moment, a figure suddenly burst out from the crowd of onlookers.

Kneel at the front of the line! ——

The second one is delivered.