Chapter 240 Cultivation is not about fighting and killing, it is about the ways of the world

The six people from the Supreme Sect planned to travel slowly along the way and travel around.

Now among the six people, there is one Huiyang Realm and five Tengyun Realm. This combination should not be underestimated.

From north to south, they stopped at cities. There were no twists and turns along the way, which was more peaceful than the Great Zhou in the mortal world.

"Speaking of which, Yan Qing, do you want to go back home? Is Sifang City ahead?"

Lin Du looked at the huge city gate and asked.

Yan Qing's eyes looked a little unnatural when he heard this, "That's right... there's no need."

Since she entered the sect, her blood relationship has become even weaker. After Ni Jinxuan's parents sent their precious daughter to the sect, they traveled around. Ni Jinxuan couldn't find her even if she wanted to, so she occasionally sent letters and special products to her. They were strange, but they all had one thing in common: they were shiny and children liked them.

Lin Du looked at Yan Qing more. He was from a noble family. Judging from his actions and words, his living environment should be good and he didn't lack anything. Why was he so afraid to go home?

"If you don't want to go back, then don't go back. You are familiar with Sifang City. Let's eat all over."

Lin Du took the matter lightly, took out money and prepared to enter the city. The next moment, the captain of the guard guarding the city gate shouted, "Isn't this the kid of Instructor Yan's family? When did you come back? Oh, you don't have to pay, you don't have to pay."

Lin Du looked at Yan Qing suspiciously.

Yan Qing had already raised a standard smile, "Uncle Jiang."

The five people from the Supreme Sect looked at Yan Qing in unison, and the meaning in their eyes was very clear.

"Uncle Jiang, these are my fellow disciples from the Supreme Sect,"

Yan Qing began to introduce. "They sent me back here to have a look."

The captain of the guard team glanced at the people with different temperaments beside him and laughed cheerfully. "Since they are fellow disciples of my nephew, you don't have to pay. We are all family. Come in, come in, are you going back to see your parents?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the person standing behind him, put his arm around Yan Qing's shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "How is it to be a disciple in the Supreme Sect? Have you become a manager in the past ten years or so?"

Yan Qing's face froze. The captain of the guard team knew what was going on when he saw his expression. He sighed and said, "You must have studied too much. With so many disciples for a master, you have to know how to handle things..."

"Yan Qing," Lin Du's voice came over steadily, "What took you so long?"

The captain looked in the direction of the voice. It was undoubtedly a very young monk, with a gauze covering his eyes, his white hair tied neatly, his aura was unpredictable, and his face showed no emotion.

Yan Qing immediately understood Lin Du's intention to rescue him, "Sorry, uncle, I met someone I know and talked a little more. I'm coming right now."

He turned around and smiled and thanked Uncle Jiang, and under his very understanding gaze, he got away smoothly.

"Now that I've met the elders at the city gate, I have to go back even if I don't want to, right?" Lin Du asked.

Yan Qing sighed, "Yeah."

He glanced at the junior master, "My father might be more enthusiastic about you then, you don't have to care what they say."

Lin Du nodded, "Don't worry."

Yan Qing was of course relieved, the junior master was a smart man, otherwise he wouldn't have seen the customs and traditions here at the door.

"Eat before visiting your home." Lin Du said.

Mo Lin didn't need to eat, but the remaining five of them still had to eat.

Especially since Lin Du rarely used his brain, it was really easy to have hypoglycemia.

"This fried shrimp is really delicious." After Lin Du sighed, he heard a hearty laugh coming from the door of the private room.

Yan Qing's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, "My father."

Then the box was knocked politely, "Sifang City Teacher Yan Wenjue, heard that the elder of the Supreme Sect and the Immortal brought their son back to visit relatives, so I came to pay a special visit."

Ni Jinxuan looked around, "Who is the Immortal?"

Lin Du sat upright, "Mo Lin."

The fourth stage, the body is refined into qi, and the qi surrounds the body, which is called a real person.

Mo Lin can indeed be called a real person by outsiders now.

"Where is the elder?" Yuan Ye frowned.

"Me." Lin Du put down his chopsticks and said loudly, "Please."

Yuan Ye and Ni Jinxuan looked at the eldest senior brother and the younger uncle carefully. This is the truth, but why is it so wrong?

It was like a fellow student who usually worked hard, cut bamboo, and ate a lot of food, but suddenly his seniority rose and he looked so unpleasant.

Yan Qing regretted it now, very much. If he had known, he would not have passed by Sifang City. He would not die if he had eaten one less city.

Yan Wenjue was a tall, thin man in a long gown. He had grown a long beard and looked more elegant than Yan Qing. He had a pair of wise and calm eyes, and wore a Confucian scarf on his head. His cultivation level was also very high.

He walked in, bowed, and looked at the white-haired monk sitting in the middle, "This must be Master Lin from the Supreme Sect. Thank you for your care. My son is naughty by nature, and I'm sure you've been worried."

Lin Du stood up and prepared to return the gift. The person who was still eating snacks next to him hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth and stood up as well, like a seedling that was being forced to grow. Although he didn't understand why he had to stand up, he stood up first.

After a round of greetings, Lin Du deliberately left space for the father and son of the Yan family to speak, "We are passing by Sifang City on this trip, mainly to go to the land of Linhai. We will set off tomorrow. Let's go out for a walk first. Yan Qing, you go home and take a look?"

Yan Wen insisted on paying the bill and sending someone to guide the tour, but was rejected by Lin Du, so they went their separate ways.

After watching the five people leave, Yan Wenjue turned around and asked, "What's wrong with you? You're in your hometown, but you don't even pay for the meal?"

"Didn't Dad tell you that cultivation is not about fighting and killing, it's about human relationships and worldly wisdom!"

Yan Qing nodded helplessly, "Yes, yes, it's just that there are few people in our sect, so it's not that complicated at all."

"What's wrong with having few people? It's easier to build good relationships with fewer people. You've already entered the family tree. You're the first person in our Yan family to enter the first sect. If you work harder, you'll have a page in the Yan family tree in the future."

"Tell Dad, what have you learned in the sect? Does your master value you? How much is the annual salary? Is there still room for advancement?"

Yan Qing hesitated and didn't dare to say that he was still forging iron in the sect. "I learned the sword..."

"Since your master asked you to do this, there is nothing you can do. Just learn the sword. We scholars should not forget etiquette and morality when learning the sword."

Yan Qing had no choice but to nod his head repeatedly, "I understand."

"When will you rise from a disciple in the sect and become a manager? That will be a formal status... I heard that someone from the Cui family next door became the chief clerk of the General Affairs Hall in Guiyuan Sect..."

Yan Qing suddenly interrupted his father's words, his eyes firm, "I am in the sect, and I also manage the internal affairs!"

Yan Wenjue was very pleased, stroking his beard and looking at his son, "Really? What do you manage?"

"Manage... spiritual fields, farm tools, warehouses, dining halls... and house repairs!" Yan Qing became more and more determined as he spoke. Yan Wenjue

nodded one by one, "Do you have so much power in your hands?"

"Yeah!" Yan Qing answered decisively.

"You are worthy of being my son. That's right. Only by entering the system of this sect and city can you have a stable job."

On the other side, the five people from the

Supreme Sect were strolling around. "Little Uncle Master, I think the atmosphere in Sifang City is very good. The people are simple and hospitable. The streets are well-organized. There is no sign of fraud or chaos. The food is cheap and delicious. Why does Yan Qing look so bitter and resentful?"

Ni Jinxuan was very puzzled. Sifang City is a stable and prosperous city in the world of cultivation, as famous as Dingjiu City.

Lin Du chose his words and said in a deep tone, "Maybe it's because Yan Qing didn't get a stable job."