In the living room, a group of Beidou Sect disciples, led by a bearded man, saluted in unison.
"Greetings, Sect Master. From now on, the entire sect will advance and retreat together!"
"We will advance and retreat together!"
…
The powerful shout was so loud that it shook the sky and echoed in the ears of the others in the hall.
The youngest looked at the old cripple holding the wooden sign with tears in his eyes, and the Beidou Sect disciples who immediately removed the incense table and restored the scene after paying their respects to the Sect Master. He couldn't hold back any longer and secretly stretched his neck to ask the person next door in a low voice.
"Are you sure this is the old beggar's home? It's not some fake den, is it?"
Within three minutes of entering the door, we felt like family. Before we had even chatted for a few minutes, we were appointed as CEO and entrusted with important tasks. The process was casual and the procedures were rough, and the next second he was already developing downlines.
Isn't this a complete scam?!
"..." Ye Lan was silent for a moment, and finally could only repeat four words, "Just get used to it."
From the moment she entered the room, she looked calm and composed.
It is really difficult to evaluate the Beidou Sect.
Seeing that the sun had moved past dinner time, everyone finally returned to reality from the surprise of reunion.
"Oh, I was so happy just now that I forgot to cook. I'll go to the kitchen now." A male disciple slapped his forehead, hurriedly grabbed his broken sword and walked out of the hall.
When Lao Guaizi heard about eating, his heart skipped a beat, especially when he saw that the disciple's sword handle was cracked and the wooden splinters were sticking out, he became even more troubled.
"Disciple, I'm not hungry yet, so you don't need to prepare food for me at noon." After hesitating for a long time, he decided to save his meal today. It wouldn't be too late to eat after Ye Lan and Wu Heng left and the pressure on the sect was reduced.
Anyway, ancient warriors have good physiques, so it’s okay for them to go hungry for a while.
The eldest disciple didn't think too much about it. Seeing that he was so thin that only bones were left, he whispered to him, "Master, you can't do this. If you don't have an appetite, you can ask the kitchen to make something for you. You can't not eat anything at all."
Ye Lan, who was listening, thought of the old man who was so eager to pick up the plate and eat at the dinner table at home yesterday, and was speechless for a moment.
The old man was too embarrassed to admit that he was actually very hungry, so he could only maintain the calm demeanor of a sect leader and followed the eldest disciple to the dining room.
As soon as he stepped into the dining room and saw the decoration inside, he paused and was visibly stunned.
"What's wrong, Master?" The eldest disciple stopped, thinking he was dissatisfied with something. "This dining hall is new, so there might still be a bit of a paint smell. Master, please bear with it for now."
Hearing this, the old cripple felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He could only shake his head and said, "No, it looks pretty good."
"Hehe, it was the designer recommended by Emperor Xuanzong, otherwise we wouldn't understand these things." The eldest disciple scratched his head very honestly and did not take any credit for it.
Lao Guaizi was a little absent-minded at the moment and didn't listen much until he sat down at the table. After a while, he saw a group of people coming out of the kitchen.
The leader was the green-robed disciple who had just left.
"Serve that table first, and then the others in order, and be quick." He methodically directed the dozen or so waiters behind him in uniforms and chef hats to serve the dishes.
The latter, each holding a dish in their hands, walked to the main table first to collect the dishes, and then quickly went to prepare the food for other tables.
At this time, Lao Guaizi was stunned by the dazzling array of dishes on the large glass turntable.
"Master, why don't you try something? These dishes are all from time-honored palace brands and they all taste great. Please try them."
The bearded disciple urged the master to eat while picking up a large chicken leg and putting it into his master's bowl.
The chicken leg was unusually large and marinated. As soon as it was handed to me, I could smell the strong aroma of the meat and the marinade mixed together.
Gurgle.
The old cripple's stomach immediately rebelled, disregarding his master's life or death. However, he ignored the embarrassment and stared at the chicken drumstick in his bowl and the table full of delicious food. He asked his eldest disciple in confusion, "Isn't our sect very poor?"
The eldest disciple was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then burst into laughter, "That was in the past, Master. We are very rich now."
After saying this, he patted his chest, full of confidence.
But the old man still couldn't believe it. He pointed at the broken sword in his hand and said, "Even if we have money, the whole sect still has to make iron by ourselves?"
"Oh, so that's what you're talking about." The eldest disciple also looked at his sword and grinned, "Isn't it because I'm bored all day long? Besides, our sect advocates thrift and diligence, and the junior brothers and sisters are used to being simple."
"..." The old cripple was silent for a few seconds, then asked another question, "What about the sect's exterior decoration? Since they have the money, they should make it better."
At least the yard should be covered, otherwise the eaves will leak when it is windy and rainy. His master has been worried about this since he was still in the sect.
When he just walked in, he made sure that the loophole had not been fixed.
As a result, the eldest disciple heard it and the first thing he said was, "That's all because of Master."
Old Crook: "Hmm?"
"Because we have been unable to find your whereabouts, and our master passed the position of the sect leader to you before he died, we were afraid that you would not be able to find the way back and find the sect, so we have only been repairing the interior and not changing the appearance." The eldest disciple said seriously.
Old beggar: “…”
Damn, this sudden feeling of being touched makes me want to cry!
He never expected that things would end up like this. His emotions surged and tears welled up in his eyes.
The eldest disciple was afraid that he would feel sad, so he quickly changed the subject and talked about the miraculous history of the rise of Beidou Sect.
"In fact, for a long time after you disappeared, my fellow disciples and I were so poor that we had to eat tree bark. The nearby sects knew that we had big appetites but didn't dare to take us in. Life was extremely difficult."
"About twenty years ago, the major sects were in turmoil and joined forces with outside forces to attack the ancient martial arts world. At that time, the young patriarch of the Xuan Sect appointed the Beidou Sect as the vanguard on the battlefield. We fought one against a hundred and achieved the greatest success."
"The young clan leader, grateful for our contributions, sent over a dozen cooks after learning about the sect's situation. Not only did he even cover our daily food expenses, but we later felt bad for it, so the young clan leader found a way for us to make a living. Whenever there was internal strife in the major sects, we would suppress it and collect their Ganoderma lucidum and spiritual herbs as compensation. We would then plant these herbs on the plains and in the mountains, bringing the sect considerable profit every year."
"There are still many people outside waiting in line for our spiritual herbs. Once the orders come in, Xuanzong will help us handle it. We just need to wait to receive the money."
After hearing this, the old man was stunned.
"So you guys are the ones who planted those magical herbs on the plains." He thought of the lush, flat grassland, and suddenly felt incredibly proud. "Well done, well done! What you're doing is much more meaningful than just handing out flyers. The young patriarch of the Xuan Sect is also a man of foresight. I'll definitely come to thank you someday."
He did not think it was shameful for the disciples of Beidou Sect to grow spiritual herbs and work as gardeners. Instead, he felt proud of it and was grateful from the bottom of his heart for the arrangement made by the patriarch of Xuan Sect.
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