After completing level 1, Tiandao wants to hire me as CEO?

In order to celebrate the release of Qingluan Sword Master, the Wentian Sect held a banquet in January, and a large amount of spiritual food and immortal wine were served to the table every day.

As long as they are here to congratulate, no matter their status, they can get a bite to eat, which all shows the Wentian Sect's wealth and wealth.

However, Xie Qingyun, the protagonist of the banquet, and Jiang Weimian, the leader of Wentian Sect, only appeared on the first day and never appeared again.

It is a pity for those who want to admire the heroic figure of "the first person in the Immortal Sect", "the youngest monk who has transcended the tribulation period" and "the best white moonlight in the mainland".

So what are the two doing?

In order to transform Yaoyue Peak, the two worked hard from dawn to dusk and summoned representatives from each peak for discussion.

Yao Yue Peak, as the most extensive inner sect spiritual peak of Wentian Sect, has never been developed like a no man's land. This has almost become a worry for the sect's senior officials.

Isn't it a good Lingfeng, beautifully repaired?

It’s not like the sect doesn’t have money!

After half a month of intense discussion, the transformation plan of Yingyuefeng was released.

The design was adapted to local conditions, and the original style has not changed significantly.

All the buildings are like the finishing touch, transforming and sublimating the originally chaotic Lingfeng.

On the Xiaoxiang Bamboo Valley where thousands of spiritual birds inhabit, the Flying Bird Pavilion, which is made of red glow gilded bamboo, stands majestically.

The zigzag-shaped bamboo corridor is adjacent to the Bird Pavilion and hangs on the canyon cliff.

Under the morning light, birds of various colors hover in the sky, fly through the forest, or rest on the railings and eaves.

The colorful bird feathers complement the brilliance of the building itself.

Seeing the messy Taohua Creek again, a log-colored three-story building was built near the water, with a thin and winding corridor winding from the front of the building to the other side.

Dark pink peach blossoms fall from the trees, using miraculous brushwork to render the sky romantic with wind, flowers, moon and snow.

Looking at Yuezhao Mountain, where there are many strange rocks, the buildings of Wangyue Pavilion are dotted here and there, and the nine-story multi-treasure glazed pagoda stands proudly.

The moonlight suddenly set close by, and the glazed tiles reflected all the light, just like a fairy palace under the moon...

The beautiful bells and mountains, the fairyland and the spiritual land are fascinating!

As soon as the renovation plan was finalized, a luxurious construction team headed by Seven-star Formation Master Mo Rujie, Six-Rank Treasure Master Song Xian, Yao Wang Jun Bufan, and King-level Beastmaster Zuo Qianqiu marched into Yaoyue Peak in a mighty manner.

At first, Xie Qingyun was very confused about Jiang Weimian's arrangement. After understanding it, he realized that he was superficial.

"Some special buildings require the skill of a refiner."

Jiang Weimian explained.

"Oh, a senior technician, just like a welder!"

Xie Qingyun nodded matter-of-factly. Although she had never seen how to build tall buildings from the ground in a fantasy world, she could still understand the truth.

"Uncle Junior, what is electric welding?"

Ling Yun, who was standing by, raised a question at the right time. He was Jiang Weimian's third disciple. He was a bit stupid and easy to fool.

Xie Qingyun raised an eyebrow, put down the tea cup and said enigmatically:

"In life, if you pay less attention to the minutiae, you will have fewer unnecessary worries."

"Little Master Uncle, Ling Yun has learned a lesson."

Ling Yun sincerely bowed as a disciple.

Xie Qingyun: This... you don't have to take it so seriously. I'm obviously trying to fool you.

Jiang Weimian wore a kind smile like an old father's, watching his "daughter" getting along well with his third apprentice, and explained in a gentle voice:

"Yao Yuefeng has not taken care of it since the founding of the sect, and the types of monsters and spiritual plants in it are extraordinary.

Elder Qianqiu hopes to catch some good-quality ones to fill the sect's spirit beast library. In addition, the spirit birds and fairy birds in Feiyang Pavilion also need to be properly tamed.

The King of Medicine was worried that the precious elixirs would be dug up as weeds when the team was being built, so he went to work as a supervisor! cough--"

Jiang Weimian clenched his fists and cleared his throat with a smile on his face, "By the way, I'll take some refreshing potion to help everyone and strive to finish the work as soon as possible."

So Xie Qingyun's life consisted of going to Yue Feng to check the construction progress during the day, being fed by Jiang Weimian three meals a day, and returning to the Elder's Villa in Piaomiao Peak to rest at night.

Quiet, serene and unremarkable.

However, such days did not last long, and the always silent book of rules issued an alarm one day.

【warn!warn!warn! 】

[An important supporting role in the male protagonist Xiao Yunyi’s early experience has died. The male protagonist is facing a life and death crisis, and the main plot is expected to be lost.

Please rush to the male protagonist Xiao Yunyi within 24 hours and complete the important plot in place of the supporting role. 】

[Destination Navigation: Beiyuan Wushan Border]

[Quest source: "The Demon Lord's apprentice begged me to love him with red eyes again"]

"Grass!"

The accident came unexpectedly.

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Beiyuan Wushan border.

This place belongs to a mortal empire called Dasheng.

An extremely sweet stream gushes out from the depths of the Wushan Mountains. Some people live near the mountains and rivers. Generation after generation, Wuxi Town is born.

This place is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round and has a humid climate. The unique conditions in the mountains produce the largest variety and best quality of mountain delicacies in Dasheng Country.

The nearby people depended on the mountains to eat, and the local area gradually developed a famous mountain delicacies fair from the north and the south. It was very similar to the temple fairs in some places, and they went to the market on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.

After the frost, the temperature in Wuxi Town will drop off a cliff, and nearly 90% of the mountain treasures will be lost. Only a small part will continue to breed and mature.

Therefore, on the frost day, Wuxi Town will hold the largest gathering of mountain treasures every year.

Local people organized offerings of grains, six livestock, seven birds, and eight delicacies under the thousand-year-old tree at the entrance of the town to express their gratitude to the Wushan God for his gifts.

While everyone was worshiping the God of Wushan, a young man was wearing ill-fitting tattered clothes and a brown linen turban wrapped tightly around his head.

Hiding in the shadow under the eaves, he looked at the pile of tributes under the tree with salivation.

After the large army dispersed and only a few outsiders came forward to worship, he took the opportunity to wrap the salted chicken on the altar table under his clothes and ran away.

The theft was soon discovered, and the people attending the sacrifice were furious and chased the young man one after another.

Listening to the cursing and footsteps approaching quickly around him, the young man suddenly smiled.

The fists and feet fell on the body faster than expected, some were bare-handed, and some were holding sticks.

The sounds of flesh being torn apart and even bones being broken could still be heard clearly even amid the roar of the crowd.

"Look, it's this monster again!"

"How dare you come to the Shanzhen Festival to cause trouble, it's really abominable!"

Someone pulled off the boy's hood and saw what he was desperately trying to hide.

That pair of plush animal ears that humans would never have.

It wasn't until this moment that the smile on his lips suddenly froze.

His golden eyes were full of panic, and he waved his hands in the air, grabbing anything he could to cover his head.

"No! I'm not a monster! I'm not a monster!"

He curled up into a ball, and as everyone beat him, blood poured out of his mouth and the base of his ears.

After a long time, at the foot of the foggy mountain, the boy woke up from the chaos.

He didn't care about the mess around him, he just hugged the rotten salted chicken and grinned.

He devoured the chicken covered in mud, water and grass leaves, his gilded eyes sparkling with joy.

So what if I was beaten? It’s not like I haven’t been beaten before?

If you can get a bite to eat, even if you are beaten until you have one breath left, it is all worth it.