Zhu Xiafeng, Deacon's Hut.

The armchair was swaying. Both Mr. Chen and Deacon Zhou had comfortable looks on their faces as they let their bodies sway.

Although there seems to be an age difference between the two, there is an indescribable sense of harmony when they are together.

"Lingyue Pills can only equal two and a half hours of hard work. Two pills a month. Even if you take them until you die, you won't be able to become a foundation-building cultivator."

Thinking of Chen Sheng's cultivation resources, Deacon Zhou was speechless. Although Guangxiu Immortal Sect was one of the five major sects in the border area and had a large family and a large business, it also had a large number of people, so how could it take care of outer disciples?

Lingyue Pills are like chicken ribs, tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away, it's all nonsense.

And Mr. Chen was really fooled for three years, and his level 2 of Qi Refining was proof of that.

"What can I do? I don't want to do the mission of Youwei Palace."

Mr. Chen did not refute. What Deacon Zhou said was right. The efficacy of Lingyue Pill was far inferior to that of Ningqi Pill.

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

It’s free, isn’t it great?

"I do have a quota for obtaining cultivation resources, so I'll give it to you."

Deacon Zhou said helplessly.

He simply couldn't understand Chen Sheng's thinking. He could earn ten years' worth of Lingyue Pills by taking a trip to Youwei Palace in ten days or half a month, but Chen Sheng refused to do it and insisted on taking his time.

Take it slow, he was afraid that Chen Sheng would surpass him, so for the sake of friendship with Chen Ergou, the eldest brother of his cousin family, he decided to "support" Chen Sheng for the time being.

"What do you do? It shouldn't be too much trouble."

Mr. Chen doesn't want to be unique, but his path of cultivation is too stable. He doesn't want to create trouble. Wouldn't it be better to reach the top by lying down?

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

Deacon Zhou knew that Mr. Chen was very lazy. Since he dared to say it out loud, it showed that this was a job that he could get without doing any work.

"so good?"

Mr. Chen glared.

"It was originally prepared for the outer disciples with connections. If that person hadn't run away to the inner sect, you wouldn't have gotten the job."

Deacon Zhou told the truth. There were some fictitious positions in the Immortal Sect that could only be held by specific people.

Just eat and don't work.

There are very few positions like this and most of them have been filled, but it just so happens that one of them has become vacant here.

"Well...thank you."

Mr. Chen smiled. It turned out that there was such a good job. He thought that if he didn't need it, he would give it to someone else. Instead of letting others get a bargain, it would be better to get a bargain for himself, so he agreed.

"polite."

Deacon Zhou waved his hand. His original intention was to use Chen Sheng to get in touch with Chen Ergou, but as they got to know each other better and became friends, things became different.

After observing him for a few years, I think Mr. Chen is a person worth making friends with. If you can help him, then do so.

"Old Mo's Sutra Library also has this hidden benefit?"

After coming across the twists and turns of the Immortal Sect today, Chen became slightly interested and started asking about the secrets among the deacons.

"That's another way."

"The Sutra Library that Lao Mo is stationed in is, strictly speaking, the Sutra Library of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect's outer sect. The true sect's inheritance is not there at all, so the rules are not strict."

"There is a lot of room for manipulation in the borrowing of inheritance jade slips over there. If he turns a blind eye, he can probably make you vomit."

Deacon Zhou is worthy of being an elder in the sect. He knows everything when it comes to twists and turns. The Sutra Library managed by Mo Dahai does not act according to the established rules.

After all, rules are rules and people are alive. As long as it is not excessive, the superiors will not be so serious.

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

After hearing this, Chen Sheng felt that he had missed a lot. With his friendship with Lao Mo, he could have freely read the magic in the Sutra Repository.

Although they are some low-level spells, there is no need to dislike them when you can just watch them for free.

"With your cultivation speed at the second level of Qi Refining in the past three years, is it necessary for you to practice magic?"

Magic is used to protect oneself and defeat the enemy. According to Chen Sheng's training speed, the possibility of him dying of old age is much greater than the possibility of being hacked to death.

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

Mr. Chen rolled his eyes. Well, he had endless time and he would be able to study magic thoroughly in the future.

Unfortunately, he couldn't tell Deacon Zhou his secret and could only continue to be despised.

…

Sutra Repository.

Mo Dahai continued his retirement life.

When he was young, he fought for the sect with all his might. When he was old, he was assigned the job of managing the Sutra Repository, and he was very satisfied with it.

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

"Brother Chen should be with Lao Zhou."

Mo Dahai thought of Chen Sheng, the young man he had met because of the spirit gathering array three years ago. He heard that he was Chen Ergou's eldest brother, so he praised him a few more times.

After a while, the two became familiar with each other and later discovered that they had unexpectedly similar personalities.

If you get along well, move around more.

These days, I feel more and more hopeful as I live on.

"Lao Mo, light up the stove."

A warm and familiar voice sounded.

Outside the Sutra Repository, a young man in white came over. He had a smile on his face and an air of transcendence about him. He walked lightly, like a scholar out for an outing.

"I was just thinking of you, and here you are."

Mo Dahai is cheerful. When people reach old age, they no longer have any goals to strive for. The only hope is to chat with acquaintances and reminisce about the past.

Every time an acquaintance comes to visit me, I feel a kind of joy from the bottom of my heart.

call……

Mo Dahai chanted a fire spell, and the black charcoal on the small red clay stove began to emit red light. The flames were bright red and emitted blazing heat.

A copper kettle filled with water is placed on the small stove, ready to make tea.

"You are quite skilled in this surgery."

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

“Every day.”

Mo Dahua didn't know why Chen Sheng came. When he heard Chen Sheng praising his fire spell, a proud look immediately appeared on his face.

Even though the Fire Curse was a very small spell and not the most sophisticated one among the spells he controlled, he just liked it very much. Perhaps he used it so often that he had developed feelings for it.

"Then do you know many kinds of magic?"

Mr. Chen continued to bring up this topic.

"For those who defend the Dao and defeat the enemy, there must be a few who have developed physical memories. Most of the other little tricks have been forgotten and are just practicing for fun."

There was a hint of nostalgia in Deacon Zhou's eyes. He hadn't killed for a long time, so naturally he hadn't used the few magic tricks he had hidden in his box for a long time.

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

"I'm so envious. I don't know any magic."

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

"and you……"

Mo Dahai laughed. This was nothing. He had a myriad of spells in his Sutra Library. He could just look at them. He was about to speak, but then he realized what was happening and laughed and scolded, "You are here to take advantage of me."

The youngsters are actually trying to trick him, they are not worthy of being human beings.

"That depends on whether Deacon Mo is willing to look upon it favorably."

Mr. Chen made some tea, poured a cup, and with a smile, handed it to Mo Dahai.

"Go and read it yourself."

Mo Dahai took it, showed a teachable look, and waved at Chen Sheng.

(End of this chapter)