Travel through time to cultivate immortality, and make money by farming after binding the system

Jia Ming immediately stood up again and raised his head and chest. He was not bad either.

Although he is not as good as Leng Bingran, he is a thirty-five-year-old sixth-level Qi refining person and a rare weapon refining genius. Compared with others, he is also one of the best.

As Leng Bingran came forward, the crowd stopped talking and stared at her.

Everyone clasped their fists and bowed their heads in a respectful salute: "I have met Senior Sister Bingran." Everyone's eyes were full of surprise and awe that could not be concealed.

"Excuse me." Leng Bingran nodded slightly and led the junior brothers and sisters into the meeting hall. After walking to the top and taking their seats, the fellow disciples took their seats one by one.

Leng Bingran is the direct disciple of the leader of the Mingyue Sect. He started at the age of five.

Not only is he loved by the sect leader, he is also the heart treasure of the entire sect.

It’s called Zongbao!

Although Leng Bingran is young, she started early and was personally taught by the sect master, so the disciples of these affiliated sects all call her senior sister.

Leng Bingran looked around the crowd, stretched out her beautiful hand and gently raised her palm upwards, and lightly opened her red lips and said: "We are all our junior brothers and sisters. There is no need to be so polite. Please sit down."

Her voice is as sweet and ethereal as the oriole's song, which makes people feel good.

After seeing everyone sitting down, he said: "Everyone is here, let's start assigning tasks." Leng Bingran stretched out his jade hands, and the garrison disciple bowed and respectfully presented the booklet with both hands.

Mingyue Town is a large town with sixty-five villages.

There were forty of them this time.

Two people with low cultivation level are responsible for a village.

Those with high cultivation level form a group and form a village.

Hu Jun is at the fourth level of Qi refining, and his cultivation level is considered low among these people.

He was assigned to a disciple of another affiliated sect, the Haoyue Sect.

A male disciple in his twenties, at the third level of Qi refining.

Coincidentally, they were assigned to Bishui Village.

Bishui Village is relatively far away, the terrain is relatively remote, the spiritual energy is thin, and the Golden Pheasant's cultivation level is low.

If the cultivation level is low, the quality will naturally be poor.

Their status and cultivation are only worthy of being assigned to a place like Bishui Village.

Hu Jun's lowered eyes flashed with a trace of unwillingness, and he felt quite unsatisfied.

If it weren't for his third-grade wind and wood dual spiritual roots, and his careful planning in the past few years, such a task would never be his turn.

If he could raise his spiritual roots to the fourth level, he would have the opportunity to become the deacon's personal disciple.

Finally got a chance, but ended up putting him in a remote place like Bishui Village.

He glanced unhappily at the Haoyue Sect disciples who were with him.

The disciple was staring at Leng Bingran with a silly look on his face.

Hu Jun's face turned even more ugly.

If you bring a fool with you, whether you can catch the golden pheasant or not is another matter.

If you want to upgrade your first-level spiritual root, the quantity of such low-level Yunjin pheasants required is immeasurable.

Leng Bingran closed the book and glanced around the crowd, taking in everyone's emotions.

Some have faces full of excitement and joy, some have slightly red faces and are excited and secretly happy, some have relaxed faces, and some have angry and unwilling faces.

"Do you have any objections to this allocation? If you have any objections, you can raise them." Regardless of their emotions, she asked symbolically to go through the process.

"No objection." No matter how unwilling or unyielding Hu Jun was, he had no choice but to silently accept this assignment.

If he dared to say no, he would not be able to catch the golden pheasant in the future.

There is really no chance to improve the quality of spiritual roots.

Now at least there's hope it isn't.

Don't look at other people who have gone to good places, maybe there are no Golden Pheasants in that village.

Not every village will have Golden Pheasants.

Thinking of this, my depressed and unwilling heart got a little comfort, and my mood became better.

Leng Bingran raised the corners of her lips imperceptibly, the cold frost in her eyes melted a little, and there was a trace of satisfaction on her face.

If someone refutes her face, it means that her arrangement is not appropriate, which means she is dissatisfied with her arrangement.

Then she will be laughed at by her senior brothers and sisters when she goes back.

She couldn't afford to lose this person.

Fortunately, these people are sensible.

After allocating the villages, Leng Bingran asked the garrison servant disciples to call the village chiefs who had been waiting outside to enter the garrison meeting hall.

The village chiefs lined up, lowered their heads, and followed the handyman disciples into the lobby in an orderly manner.

"Senior sister has been brought here." The handyman disciple reported respectfully.

Leng Bingran nodded lightly and looked at the group of village elders.

Most of the village chiefs are in their sixties with silver hair on their heads, and there are only a few middle-aged people.

Without major faults and special circumstances, the position of village chief is a family inheritance.

The older the village chief is, the more convinced the villagers are.

Therefore, as long as the old man is not unable to move, the position of village chief will not be easily replaced.

When meeting the immortals today, the village chiefs put on the most decent clothes they could find. They were afraid of leaving a bad impression on the immortals and would be in trouble if they didn't go to their village to help.

When the village chiefs entered the meeting hall, everyone leaned back and frowned so hard they could kill a fly.

Looking at the old man with dark skin and ridges on his face, wearing coarse linen clothes and smelling of sweat, their eyes were full of disgust.

On this hot day, even the nearest village is three or four miles away from Mingyue Town. You can't break a sweat while walking from the village to the town.

Leng Bingran frowned imperceptibly and secretly cast an isolation spell on himself.

The smell of sweat lingering in his nose disappeared, and his brows relaxed.

It was clear that catching the Golden Pheasant was something they couldn't ask for, so they fought hard to get the opportunity.

But they still acted as if they were superior, asking the village chiefs for help before reluctantly agreeing.

They are typical of those who take advantage and behave well.

This is a tacit understanding among the monks.

But ordinary people don’t know!

They have no contact with the world of immortality at all.

The village chiefs came forward one by one, groveling and offering a basket of good words and bad words. Others pretended to be unwilling to go.

Those who were assigned just put on a show and reluctantly agreed to go.

The village chiefs were naturally filled with gratitude and generously offered gold coins.

In this episode, a village finally managed to collect enough gold coins, but they didn't take this money seriously at all.

While keeping the gold coins away from your eyes, you have to collect them at the same time.

As the name suggests, don't let the villagers develop the bad habit of getting something for nothing. There will be no gain without effort.

The village chiefs all invited the immortals, and they left with their hearts in their stomachs both happy and sad.

After everyone had left, Hu Jun and the others were sure that the head of Bishui Village was really not here.

Hu Jun's face was so dark that he could drip ink. He felt that everyone was looking at him as though he were looking at him, and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. It was extremely unnatural.

"Junior Brother Hu, don't be anxious. Maybe the village chief is delayed because of something, and he might be here soon." A male disciple of Mingyue Sect comforted him.

"Yes, yes, maybe we'll be there soon."

Some people gloated.

Someone was genuinely relieved.

"Then just wait a little longer." Leng Bingran couldn't just leave and could only wait a little longer.

I waited for more than half an hour, but the person still hadn't arrived.

For a mortal to keep her waiting for so long, it was a huge honor to Tian, ​​so Leng Bingran's face looked a little ugly.