The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 333
"I heard that our Young Miao City will replace the guardian alchemist."

"I've heard that too. It is said that the person who came is the direct disciple of Elder Dange, who is very famous in the inner sect."

"Inner sect, it's a pity that I have accumulated a lot of money, and I only established the foundation at the age of 45. I don't know what the inner sect is like."

"What's the use of knowing it? During this period of time, how many disciples of the inner sect have taken over assignments and ran out. It's not because they were afraid of conflicting with the Holy Land of Maitreya and became cannon fodder."

"That's right, if you ask me to say that this inner sect disciple is nothing more than that, my cultivation is not high, but I have never been afraid."

Qingmiao City is not big.

This is the elixir cultivation base of Yaochi Xianmen. There are only a hundred thousand people in the whole city.

But the monk Billy here is tall, and a threesome must have one.

Of course, most of them are low-level monks who have stayed in the outer sect for a few years, but their cultivation base has not improved, and they have transferred to Lingnong.

Many people have spent half their lives in the mud, farming is okay, so don't think about anything else.

"There are mountains, water, and spiritual fields."

"It's also located at the rear, it really is a good place for leisure and shelter from the wind."

A flying boat landed in Qingmiao City.

Zhang Heng took Zhang Yitong off the flying boat and was very satisfied with the fragrance of herbs in the air.

"Xianmen is preparing to fight to the death with Maitreya Holy Land, but we are hiding here, this feeling."

Stand beside Zhang Heng.

Zhang Yitong's expression was complicated, he hesitated to speak several times.

Zhang Heng knew what she wanted to say.

Countless ancestors of the Zhang family died in the conflict with the Holy Land of Maitreya. As a descendant of the Zhang family, Zhang Yitong believed that he should also go back to join the war.

It's just that Zhang Heng has a different idea.

Sharpening a knife is not a mistake in chopping firewood. You can participate in the war, but it should not be now.

Right now, Zhang Yitong is just a Nascent Soul cultivator from the upper courtyard of the inner sect. If he is put on the battlefield, there will be no more than one, and there will be a lot less.

So in Zhang Heng's view, her task is to practice hard and transform her talent into combat power as soon as possible.

Going to the battlefield to fight and kill the people in the Holy Land of Maitreya is certainly a pleasure, but the risk is too great.

A person who develops steadily and can change the situation of the battle in the future should not enter the battlefield prematurely, especially before she has grown up.

of course.

Zhang Yitong also had something to say.

For example, Yun Lingzhi has already sharpened his sword and is ready to fight with the people of Maitreya Holy Land.

But the question is, who is Yun Lingzhi.

He is the Immortal Gate of Yaochi, the Son of Destiny at this stage.

People are different from person to person.

What he can do doesn't mean you can do it.

I heard that the bald head in Maitreya Holy Land is barbaric.

Missy's current cultivation level is not high, if she is caught by a group of bald heads on the battlefield, her fate will be miserable.

"I know what you're thinking, but don't worry."

"After all, this is a multiple-choice question."

"The first option is: before you grow up, you will join the torrent of sect wars, fight hand in hand with your brothers and sisters, and grow up in the baptism of blood and fire, regret and hatred."

"This choice has both good and bad. The good thing is that you can sharpen yourself between life and death, become a hero in the eyes of many people, and satisfy your heart."

"The downside is that it's easy to die. Once a general is successful, everyone wants to be a general, but most people are just bones under the general's feet."

"The second option: develop with peace of mind, once the momentum rises, the autumn wind will sweep away the fallen leaves."

"Before you grow up, try your best to get rid of the exhaustion in the low-level battlefield, concentrate on development, and prepare to meet the greater challenges in the future."

"And I have always loved the latter, and I hope you do too."

In Zhang Heng's opinion.

Those who can turn the tide of the battle in the later stage do not need to invest too early in the early stage, as it is easy to die before they get out of the battle if they invest too early.

Heroes in the late stage should play in the late stage, why do they have to take over the group in the early stage.

It's just that the child has grown up and has his own ideas, and he doesn't know whether to call it rebellious or have his own opinions.

This time Zhang Yitong was persuaded by Zhang Heng and brought him out.

But Zhang Heng knew that the eldest lady had grown up and was no longer the ignorant girl she was back then.

One day, the young eagle will fly solo.

"Alchemist Zhang!"

Walk out of the airship landing site.

When he got outside, Zhang Heng saw many people welcoming him.

"My name is Xiao Guangwei, the city lord of the Immortal Sect in Qingmiao City, a few years older than you, and I used to be a deacon in the outer sect."

the first one.

He looks in his 40s, slightly chubby, with a receding hairline, and when he saw Zhang Heng, he couldn't be more cordial.

"Senior Brother Xiao, you are the manager of Green Sprout City, and I am the alchemist guarding the Spiritual Medicine Garden. You and I need to get closer."

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man.

Although Zhang Heng didn't know where Xiao Guangwei came from, he was able to secure the position of city lord in the industrial base in the rear. If he said that there was no one above, he might not believe anyone.

It's just that these have nothing to do with Zhang Heng, Zhang Heng is here to hide from the quiet, it doesn't matter who he is.

"Then I'll make a big fuss and call you Junior Brother Zhang."

Hearing that Zhang Heng called him senior brother.

City Lord Xiao also hit the snake with the stick, and never mentioned the title of Alchemist Zhang again.

This is also inevitable.

Although he is the manager of Green Sprouts City, he seems to be on an equal footing with Zhang Hengping, and each has his own management.

But in fact, how old is Zhang Heng, and how old is he.

During the period of the inner sect, he was just an ordinary disciple and could not be promoted to a direct disciple, so he transferred to the outer sect as a deacon, and was promoted to the position of city lord after a few years of service.

What about Zhang Heng?

Now he is a well-known elite disciple in the inner sect, and he can be guarded in one place if he is transferred outside.

Thinking about it with your toes, judging from Zhang Heng's talent, the worst future would be an elder of the inner sect, and there is no possibility of becoming the master of the first hall. Such a person should be respected three points.

"Junior brother, I have prepared a feast for you, please."

City Lord Xiao gave up the main position and let Zhang Heng walk in the front, which was full of face.

But when it came to the reception banquet, Zhang Heng found out that this young crop city is really rich, and the table is full of rare medicinal foods, many of which even Zhang Heng has never seen.

"Rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, and rely on the sea to eat the sea."

"Our Qingmiao City doesn't have many other things, but there are many elixir."

"Brother, you are new here, and you have nothing to prepare, and these 108 medicinal meals are all made with a little thought."

Everyone took their seats.

City Lord Xiao waved his hand and said, "Serve the wine and play music."

Food, wine.

Play music, dance.

While enjoying the singing and dancing, Zhang Heng accepted the toast from the crowd.

Those who can give him a toast are those with a relatively high status in Qingmiao City.

For example, the president of the chamber of commerce in Qingmiao City, the captain of the guards stationed and protected in the elixir field, or some senior managers in high positions.

Zhang Heng stopped.

In his capacity, being able to pick up a cup and take a sip is already a great way to save face, and no one expects to exchange a cup with him.

"I am very satisfied with today's reception banquet."

"I don't have many rules, and I hate trouble."

Three rounds of wine.

Zhang Heng picked up the wine glass: "What the panacea breeding garden was like in the past, it will still be what it will be in the future. All staff positions remain the same, and all rules and practices remain the same."

"As usual, as usual."

Everyone was overjoyed, and their hearts fell again.

After all, as the alchemist guarding the elixir garden, if Zhang Heng wanted to make drastic moves, they would have to recognize the three fires of the new official's appointment.

Now it remains the same, Zhang Heng looks like throwing his hands away from the shopkeeper.

This attitude is what everyone wants to see the most.

They are most afraid of a live grandpa who can point fingers and do nothing.

Take these 108 medicinal meals as an example. If Zhang Heng dropped his chopsticks, he would say, "I can't eat such a luxury."

Tonight, it is estimated that many people will not be able to sleep.

night.
Zhang Heng just settled down.

Before the lights were turned off, there was a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, it was the director of the elixir garden.

Compared with Zhang Heng, the guarding alchemist, the director of the medicine garden is the main person in charge of the daily affairs of the elixir garden, equivalent to the county magistrate under the county officials.

"Alchemist."

The director of the medicine garden held a wooden box in his hand, and his words were quite ambiguous: "Our medicine garden has 30 mu of elixir fields, and some of the elixir produced are handed over to the sect, and some are sold to A medicine merchant."

talking.

The director of the medicine garden handed over the box, and said cautiously: "This gift is a kindness from those medicine merchants, you see."

"Look at what?"

Zhang Heng took the wooden box and opened it.

To the eye, inside the box are three Huashen flowers that can increase the chance of transforming into a god, and in terms of value, it is enough to make the Yuanying disciple go bankrupt.

"That's it?"

Zhang Heng threw the box on the table, and because of too much force, the Huashenhua in the box also fell to the ground: "I am not an arrogant person who refuses to be with the light, but what is this, take me as a beggar Yes, do those drug dealers still want to do it?"

Upon hearing this.

Instead of being angry, the director of the medicine garden was overjoyed, and said: "Master Alchemy, calm down, this is just throwing stones to ask for directions. When the medicinal materials are collected at the end of the month, you will definitely be indispensable."

Zhang Heng had a half-smile: "One serving, are you full?"

The supervisor lowered his eyebrows and looked respectful: "You are the guardian alchemist of the medicine garden, hello, we can do well."

Zhang Heng also smiled back, and said with a double entendre: "I don't think it will work for a 30 mu elixir garden."

All are smart people.

They looked at each other and smiled, without saying a word.

"Three Huashenhua, what a big hand!"

the next day.

Hearing the fact that the director of the medicine garden came to give gifts, Zhang Yitong looked envious: "I want to be an alchemist."

Zhang Heng didn't answer this question: "I looked at the accounts of the medicine garden. There is no problem with the accounts, but no problem is the biggest problem. For a medicine garden of 30 mu, the accounts are clean and detailed. How is it possible?"

"And I suspect that there are more than 30 mu of spiritual fields in the medicine garden."

"There are 4000 Lingnong monks registered in Qingmiao City, and there are many who are not registered?"

"I guess, there are at least [-] mu of hidden land in the medicine garden, which has been divided up by various people. This is the basis for the medicine merchants to attach themselves to Qingmiao City. Leftovers, how can these people get enough to eat."

Hear this.

Zhang Yitong didn't know what to say, and sighed: "The battle in the front is tight, and the moths in the back are tight. Fortunately, the Maitreya Holy Land is equally rotten, otherwise our side"

Shaking his head, he didn't say anything later.

Zhang Heng didn't care about it either, and said, "The essence of war is the extension of desire. The people above can get more power, the rich want to make more money, and ordinary people are just chips and cannon fodder."

"I'm not sure, who will win this conflict between Xianmen and Maitreya Holy Land, but I know who will lose."

"The losers must be those ordinary monks. This is nothing more than ancient and modern wars."

(End of this chapter)