After passing through the cannon fodder in the book, my brother turned out to be the male protagonis

When Fang Yiqin received Fang Jingqiu's message, he was taking care of his sword. Although this sword was not his natal sword, as a qualified sword cultivator, he had to take good care of every sword he owned.

After hearing the summons, Fang Yiqin couldn't help but feel dizzy. Who knows what his second fat man had done to tear down the whole house.

After Master Meng contacted the people at Qiu Shifeng, he stood there waiting for Fang Yiqin. Fang Jingqiu also stood there, motionless.

Anyway, Master Meng has now seen that the people in Tianqing Peak are indifferent and unreliable. The only person in this sect who can control the little devil Fang Jingqiu is Fang Yiqin, the disciple of the elder Jiepu.

When Fang Yiqin arrived, he was shocked by the scene in front of him. A long pit was opened on the ground. The house that his sister said had been demolished was now in pieces, and the original appearance could not be seen.

Good guy, for the first time today, he knew that Er Fat was so destructive.

"Master Meng, let me first apologize to my sister-in-law. As for this matter, it is better to leave it to our Discipline Hall..."

Master Meng snorted coldly and said, "I have already contacted the disciples at Qiu Shifeng. Let's discuss the matter after they arrive."

When Fang Yiqin heard this, he felt that this matter was somewhat difficult to handle.

He looked at Fang Jingqiu and asked, "Qiuqiu, tell me honestly how you made this place like this?"

Fang Jingqiu bit his lip and said hesitantly: "I just didn't control it when I released the power. I didn't expect that the house would become like this."

She observed her brother's expression, made sure that he didn't blame her much, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Baotong never looked away from Fang Yiqin after he arrived. She even hoped that Fang Jingqiu could make more mistakes so that she could see Fang Yiqin a few more times.

After what happened a few months ago, Li Baotong no longer dared to target Fang Jingqiu, but if she was asked to please Fang Jingqiu and get close to Fang Yiqin, she couldn't do it.

Looking at Fang Yiqin, Li Baotong's earlobes felt slightly hot. She was determined to enter the inner sect in the next sect competition and get closer to Fang Yiqin.

The disciples who finally arrived at Qiu Shifeng saw that the leader was Wang Beiwang, and Fang Jingqiu didn't want to face him.

That's it, here comes another acquaintance.

Her original intention was to handle the matter as quickly as possible in Wugufeng, so as to not let the inner sect know about it, but the result...

Wang Beiwang saw the two of them, said hello, and asked Fang Yiqin: "If Miss Fang is here, I can still understand why Brother Fang is here."

The two of them looked embarrassed. Wang Beiwang seemed to understand something and said in surprise: "It's incredible, Brother Fang, you actually committed a crime too?"

Hearing this, Fang Yi and Qin couldn't help but hold their foreheads up.

Master Meng came over and said, "It was not him who committed the crime, but Fang Jingqiu, a disciple of our school."

Wang Beiwang looked at Fang Jingqiu in disbelief, then at the destroyed house, and asked her, "Did you do all this?"

Fang Jingqiu nodded, not daring to look at anyone, but kept looking down at the ground.

He was so shocked that he couldn't speak. It took him a while to recover, and he spoke with difficulty: "Then I will take someone to see the specific situation first, and I also ask Master to come with me to see it."

After checking the scene, Qiu Shifeng's disciples didn't look very good. The damage to the house must have been too serious.

A junior sister who had just joined the sect for half a year had left the house in such a state. Who would believe it?

Seeing Wang Beiwang and the others coming back, Fang Jingqiu quickly went up and asked, "How is it? Is this matter easy to deal with?"

He looked at her sympathetically and said, "As you can see, this house is going to be rebuilt, but you have to provide part of the spiritual stone for the reconstruction yourself."

After hearing that it could be solved with spirit stones, Fang Jingqiu felt relieved. She still had seven middle-grade spirit stones in her pocket, which were leftover from each month. Compared with those who joined the sect at the same time, these spirit stones were She is also considered half a little rich woman.

When she heard the price of repairing the house, Fang Jingqiu was stunned. She seemed not to believe it and asked again.

Wang Beiwang helplessly made an "eight" sign with his hand and said, "Eight pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones are already the price of friendship in the sect. Now, outsiders are not asking you for 24 pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones."

Fang Jingqiu looked at her brother, thinking of borrowing some from him first and returning it to him after two days when the spirit stones were found. Unexpectedly, Fang Yiqin spread his hands and said, "Don't look, it's the end of the month and your brother doesn't have any energy either." Shi Lei, and don’t forget that I am a sword cultivator.”

When she heard this, she felt weak. There is a saying that goes, "Nine out of ten swordsmen are poor, and one is extremely poor."

She couldn't count on her brother here. She looked around and saw that Wen Quan was an outer disciple and had fewer spiritual stones than her every month. Wang Beiwang's words were promising, but he was the person in charge, so she didn't know if it would happen. Borrow some.

She came close to Wang Beiwang and said quietly: "Brother Wang, can you lend me some spiritual stones?"

When he heard this, he said very grandly: "How much do you want? Do you need Brother Wang to pad it all for you first?"

Fang Jingqiu quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, brother Wang, just lend me a middle-grade spiritual stone. I will return it to you in two days."

Wang Beiwang looked like the two brothers were getting along well. He put his hand on Fang Jingqiu's shoulder and said in a low voice: "Which of us is following who? I treat you as my sister, and you also treat me as your brother. Brother, please lend more inspiration to your sister." What’s wrong with Shi?”

But it’s a loan, and you have to pay it back eventually.

No one could hear Fang Jingqiu's inner complaints.

In short, this matter was resolved with a medium-grade spiritual stone from Wang Beiwang, and the disciples and masters in the school also got nearly a month's vacation.

Back at Tianqing Peak, Jiang Mumu saw that she was a little tired, so he curiously asked her what was wrong.

"Senior sister, which peak in our sect is the richest?" Fang Jingqiu said depressedly while lying on Jiang Mumu's lap.

Jiang Mumu touched Fang Jingqiu's head happily and replied: "Speaking of which, the richest person in our sect should be Qiu Shifeng. After all, they have an auction house."

"Auction house!" Fang Jingqiu was instantly excited, shaking her senior sister's hand and saying coquettishly, "Senior sister, tell me about this auction house."

Seeing the little junior sister jumping around like a rabbit, she couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, okay, senior sister, just talk to you."

"The auction house in Qiu Shifeng only sells the spiritual weapons produced by their peak, and does not sell the rest. I remember one year that Danlu Peak wanted to cooperate with Qiu Shifeng, but was rejected. Although those spiritual weapons were big Some of them are made by the disciples of Qiushi Peak, but there are also some spiritual weapons made by the weapon-refining elders themselves."

Taking advantage of Jiang Mumu's break to drink water, Fang Jingqiu asked, "Are the spiritual weapons under the weapon refiner elder valuable?"

Jiang Mumu sighed: "It's more than valuable. The weapon-refining elder Shen Mo is a great weapon-refining expert in this world. People outside are begging for the spiritual weapon she refined, but it is also difficult to find in the sect. At that auction more than ten years ago, a storage bag was bought for 15 yuan of high-grade spiritual stones, but I can’t remember exactly who the buyer was.”

Hearing this, Fang Jingqiu's eyes widened. 15 yuan of high-grade spiritual stones were just for a storage bag.

She doesn't understand.