How can there be Shishuxiang in the cultivating of time-travelling!

At the same time, Gu Jiuzhou, who was sitting under the tree and continued to meditate on how to avoid the attack of the world of cultivating immortals, sneezed a few times.

The soil in the portable space is really fertile, with a smell of cow dung directly sprayed into the mouth by the sneezing airflow.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Perhaps it was the feeling of eating dirt that made Gu Jiuzhou realize that he is a living person.

He came here for the second day, and he has already figured out everything about the Kongling Sect.

This is a sect that is united as one, even the wild vegetables must be shared by everyone.

As the head of the restaurant, Gu Jiuzhou upholds the beautiful tradition of leaving food for the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

For this reason, he didn't eat much, so he was already hungry and growling.

"I think it's time to go out and refuel!"

Thinking of this, Gu Jiuzhou didn't stop, and ran outside directly.

And when they went outside, there seemed to be so many people in the Kongling Sect who had no intention of eating at all. Those who were busy were still busy, and those who were digging wild vegetables were digging wild vegetables. There was no sign of cooking smoke inside the sect, which made Gu Jiuzhou very hopeless.

If this goes on for a long time, he will either starve to death or be exhausted. There is no way to help the old man and the entire sect complete the tasks assigned to him.

Thinking of this, Gu Jiuzhou felt that he couldn't sit still, and still needed to add some rules of their sect.

"Hurry up and call the ghostwriter, the master still has something to say."

Because the Kongling Sect is notoriously poor, there are not many people in the whole sect who have rice paper and ink. No matter who writes something, they have to go to the elder who is the ghostwriter.

Because of the need to wait, sitting on the chair with a broken leg, Gu Jiuzhou slapped the table hard with his hand, and the table collapsed on the spot.

Looking at the table that was almost as old as his grandfather, Gu Jiuzhou felt like crying.

It seems that this account will be charged to his name again!

Sure enough, the person who had been going to invite over and over again just now had come uninvited. Looking at the wreckage of the table on the ground, his tears were even more teary, especially his hand holding the writing brush was shaking even more.

"If the head of the sect is not happy, what can you do to me! We have few things here, and now you have destroyed one thing, and the common property of our sect is one less thing. How can this be? Well, the juniors will have nothing to inherit from now on!"

Just this broken table can't even cook a roast chicken, Gu Jiuzhou really can't think of any junior person who would be so brainless and insist on inheriting this table.

This world of cultivating immortals is simply frightening. There is nothing but poverty, so there is no such thing as a fairy.

Although he had been complaining in his heart for a long time, but in order to be consistent with everyone, he still didn't have the nerve to open his mouth to attack them. Instead, he pointed to the wreckage of the table heartily.

"Elder ghostwriter, don't worry, this table is recorded under my name, your master. It's just that it's already high in the morning, should we have dinner, why haven't we heard the call from the canteen?"

When he heard that the meal was ready, the person with the brush in his hand also looked embarrassed.

"Actually, the head of the sect probably doesn't know. We have too many monks and too little porridge. The brothers have already gone up the mountain to dig wild vegetables. Even the old Muyu elder has gone. I don't know when we will be able to get everyone to eat."

Thinking of the old man named Muyu, who looked very old, and even went out to dig wild vegetables, Gu Jiuzhou felt a little sorry. He was planning to go with them, but he didn't want a young disciple to come back in a hurry.

"My lord, it's not good, it's not good, someone from outside said they came to collect debts, what should I do!"