Immortal, I have mediocre qualifications

Zhu Xiafeng, Deacon's Lodge.

The Grand Master's chair swayed, and Chen Sheng and Deacon Zhou both had a look of contentment on their faces, letting their bodies ripple.

It seems that although the two of them are different in age, there is an indescribable sense of harmony when they are put together.

"Lingyue Pill can only be worth two and a half hours of hard work. If you take two pills a month, you won't be able to become a foundation-building monk even if you die of old age."

Thinking of Chen Sheng's cultivation resources, Deacon Zhou was speechless for a while. Although the Guangxiu Immortal Sect was one of the five major sects in the border areas, it had a big family and a large business, but it also had many people. How could it take care of the outer disciples.

Lingyue Pill is like chicken ribs. It's a pity to eat it if it's tasteless and throw it away. It's all a fool.

As for Chen Sheng, he had really been fooled for three years, as evidenced by his second-level Qi refining level.

"Then what can I do? I don't want to do the mission of Youweidian."

Chen Sheng did not refute. Deacon Zhou was right. The efficacy of Lingyue Pill was much inferior to that of Qi Condensation Pill.

But then again, mosquito legs are still meat no matter how small they are.

Take it for free, doesn’t it smell good?

"I do have a quota to obtain cultivation resources, so I will give them to you."

Deacon Zhou said helplessly.

He couldn't understand Chen Sheng's thinking at all. It took ten days and a half to go to the Youwei Palace and earn ten years' share of the Spiritual Moon Pill. But Chen Sheng refused to do it and just took his time.

Take his time, he was afraid that Chen Sheng would get ahead of him, so for the sake of the friendship with Chen Ergou's eldest brother, he decided to "raise" Chen Sheng first.

"What are you doing? It won't be too much trouble, right?"

It's not that Chen Sheng wants to be independent, but his path of cultivation is too stable. He doesn't want to cause unforeseen problems. Wouldn't it be better to climb to the top while lying down?

"No trouble, just use the title of deacon's assistant and you don't have to do anything."

Deacon Zhou knew that Chen Sheng was lazy. Since he dared to say it, it showed that this was a job that he could get by just lying down.

"so good?"

Chen Sheng glared.

"It was originally prepared for the outer sect disciples who have a backstage. If that person hadn't gone to the inner sect, even a carrot and a hole wouldn't have fallen on you."

Deacon Zhou revealed the truth. There were some false positions in the Immortal Sect that only certain people could hold.

All they do is eat and don’t work.

There are very few such positions, and they are basically reserved, but by chance, one vacancy came up for him.

"Then...thank you."

Chen Sheng smiled. There was such a good job. He thought that it would be better to give it to others than to give it to others, so he agreed.

"polite."

Deacon Zhou waved his hand. His original intention was to hook up with Chen Ergou through Chen Sheng, but as time went by and they became friends, it was different.

After a few years of looking at it, Chen Sheng is a person worth getting to know. If you can help him, just help him.

"Lao Mo's Sutra Pavilion also has this hidden benefit?"

After being exposed to the twists and turns of the Immortal Sect today, Chen Sheng became interested and asked about the secrets among the deacons.

"That's another way."

"The Sutra Pavilion where Lao Mo is stationed is, strictly speaking, the Sutra Pavilion belonging to the outer gate of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect. The real inheritance of the sect is not there at all, so the rules are not strict."

"The borrowing of the inherited jade slips over there has a lot of room for manipulation. If he turns a blind eye, he can probably make you vomit."

Deacon Zhou is worthy of being an old man of the sect. He talks about twists and turns, but the Sutra Pavilion managed by Mo Dahai does not act according to the established rules.

In the final analysis, rules are rules and people are alive. As long as they are not excessive, the superiors will not take it so seriously.

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier."

Hearing this, Chen Sheng felt that he had missed a lot. With his friendship with Lao Mo, he could easily read the techniques of the Sutra Pavilion.

Although they are some low-level spells, there is nothing to dislike about seeing them for nothing.

"With the speed you have been practicing at the second level of Qi refining in the past three years, is it necessary to practice magic?"

The technique is for protecting the road and defeating enemies. According to Chen Sheng's cultivation speed, the possibility of dying of old age is much greater than the possibility of being hacked to death.

Anyway, Deacon Zhou felt that there was no need for Chen Sheng to practice magic.

"you do not understand."

Chen Sheng rolled his eyes. He has endless time and will be able to study the technique thoroughly in the future.

It's a pity that he can't tell Deacon Zhou his secret, so he can only continue to be despised.

……

Sutra Pavilion.

Mo Dahai continues to live in retirement.

When he was young, he fought life and death for the sect. When he got old, he was assigned the job of managing the Sutra Pavilion, and he was very satisfied.

It's just that sometimes, it's quite lonely.

"Brother Chen should be at Lao Zhou's place."

Mo Dahai thought of Chen Sheng, the young man who met through the Spirit Gathering Formation three years ago. He heard that he was Chen Ergou's eldest brother, and he spoke a few words of praise.

After going back and forth, the two became familiar with each other, and later found out that they had an unexpected compatibility.

If you get along, move around more.

These days, the more I live, the more hope I have.

"Old Mo, light up the stove."

A familiar voice sounded.

Outside the Sutra Pavilion, a young man in white clothes walked up. He had a smile on his face and a trace of earthly aura on his body. He walked slowly, like a scholar on an outing.

"Just when I was thinking of you, you came."

Mo Dahai was cheerful. When people reach old age, they no longer have goals to strive for. The only thing they have hope for is chatting with acquaintances and remembering the past.

When one more acquaintance comes to you, there will be a kind of joy from the heart.

call……

Mo Dahai performed a fire spell, and the black coals on the small red clay stove glowed red. The flames were red and emitting blazing heat.

On the small stove, there is a copper kettle filled with water, waiting to make tea.

"You are quite skilled in this surgery."

Chen Sheng came here this time to learn the magic. When he saw Mo Dahai's fire spell, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Use it every day."

Mo Dahua still didn't know Chen Sheng's purpose, but when he heard Chen Sheng praise his fire spell, a proud look appeared on his face.

Although the Fire Curse Technique is a very small technique, and it is not considered to be the best among the techniques he controls, he just likes the Fire Curse Technique very much. He probably uses it frequently and has feelings for it.

"Then do you know many kinds of magic?"

Chen Sheng continued to lead on this topic.

"Some of those who protect the road and defeat the enemy must have developed body memory. Most of the other small tricks have been forgotten and practiced for fun."

There was a trace of nostalgia in Deacon Zhou's eyes. He hadn't killed anyone for a long time, so naturally he hadn't used the spells at the bottom of the box for a long time.

Now, there is just a fire spell to light the fire.

"I'm so envious, I don't know a single spell."

At this time, Chen Sheng sighed, a little envious and a little sad.

"then you……"

Mo Dahai smiled, what's the matter? He has thousands of magic techniques in the Sutra Pavilion. Just look at it and he was just waiting to speak. Then he reacted and laughed and cursed: "You came to me to catch the autumn wind."

The younger generation actually came to trick his old man into not being his son.

"Then let's see if Deacon Mo is willing to look at me favorably."

Chen Sheng made tea, poured a cup, and held it in Mo Dahai's hand with a smile.

"Read it yourself."

Mo Dahai took advantage of the situation, showed a teachable look, and waved to Chen Sheng.