Immortal, my aptitude is mediocre

Chapter 8

Zhu Xiafeng, the deacon's cabin.

The grand master's chair swayed, and Chen Sheng and Deacon Zhou had expressions of satisfaction on their faces, letting their bodies sway.

It seems that although the two are of different ages, when they are put together, there is an indescribable sense of harmony.

"Lingyue Pill can only be worth two and a half hours of hard work, two pills a month, even if you receive it at the end of your life, you won't be able to eat it as a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

Thinking of Chen Sheng's training resources, Deacon Zhou was speechless for a while. Although Guangxiu Immortal Sect is one of the five great sects in the frontier area, with a big family and great business, but there are too many people, how can they take care of the disciples of the outer sect.

Lingyue pill is like chicken ribs, it's a pity to eat it without taste, it's just a fool.

As for Chen Sheng, he had been fooled for three years, and the second level of Qi Refining was the proof.

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

Chen Sheng didn't refute. Deacon Zhou was right. The efficacy of Lingyue Pill was far inferior to that of Qi Condensing Pill.

But then again, no matter how small the mosquito legs are, they are still meat.

Take it for nothing, isn't it delicious?

"I do have a quota for cultivation resources here, and I will give it to you."

Deacon Zhou said helplessly.

He couldn't understand Chen Sheng's thinking at all. It would take ten days and half a month to earn a ten-year share of Lingyue Pill by going to Youwei Hall, but Chen Sheng just didn't do it and just took his time.

Take his time, he was afraid that Chen Sheng would go ahead of him, for the sake of the friendship of Chen Ergou's elder brother, he decided to "raise" Chen Sheng first.

"What are you doing? It won't be too much trouble."

Chen Sheng didn't want to be independent, but his cultivation path was too stable, he didn't want to make troubles out of the way, wouldn't it be good to lie down and climb to the top?

"No trouble, as a deacon's assistant, you don't have to do anything."

Deacon Zhou knew that Chen Sheng was lazy, and since he dared to say it, it showed that this was an errand that he could receive while lying down.

"so good?"

Chen Sheng stared.

"It was originally prepared for the disciples of the outer sect who have backers. If that person hadn't gone to the inner sect, every radish and pit would not have fallen on your head."

Deacon Zhou confided the truth that there are some false positions in Xianzong, which can only be held by specific people.

Just eat, not work.

There are very few such positions, and they are basically filled, but it just so happens that there is a vacancy on his side.

"Then...thanks."

Chen Sheng laughed, there was such a good job, he thought he didn't need it, and he would give it to others. Rather than benefiting others, it would be better to benefit himself, so he agreed.

"polite."

Deacon Zhou waved his hand. His original intention was to use Chen Sheng to connect with Chen Ergou, but everywhere, with friendship, it was different.

Looking at it after several years, Chen Sheng is worth making friends with. If you can help him out, let him help you out.

"Lao Mo's scripture pavilion also has this hidden benefit?"

After getting in touch with Xianzong today, Chen Sheng became slightly interested and asked about the secrets of the deacon.

"That's another way."

"Strictly speaking, the Sutra Pavilion where Lao Mo is stationed belongs to the outer sect of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect. The real sect inheritance is not there at all, so the rules are not strict."

"There is a lot of room to manipulate the borrowing of the jade slips that are passed down there. If he opens and closes his eyes, he can roughly let you see it."

Deacon Zhou is worthy of being an old man of the sect. He talked about the twists and turns in a logical manner. The Sutra Pavilion managed by Mo Dahai did not follow the established rules.

In the final analysis, rules are rules, and people are alive. As long as they are not excessive, the superiors will not be so serious.

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

Hearing this, Chen Sheng felt that he had missed a lot. With his friendship with Lao Mo, he could look at the scripture pavilion's spells casually.

Although they are low-level spells, there is nothing to dislike for seeing things for nothing.

"Based on your cultivation speed at the second level of Qi Refining in the past three years, is it necessary to practice spells?"

The technique is to protect the way and attack the enemy. According to Chen Sheng's cultivation speed, the possibility of dying of old age is much higher than the possibility of being hacked to death.

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

"you do not understand."

Chen Sheng rolled his eyes. His time is endless, and he will be able to study it thoroughly in the future.

It's a pity that if you can't tell Deacon Zhou his secret, you can only continue to be despised.

……

Bookstore.

Mo Dahai continued his retirement life.

When he was young, he fought life and death for the sect, and when he was old, he was assigned such a job of managing the Sutra Pavilion, and he was very satisfied.

It's just sometimes lonely.

"Brother Chen should be at Lao Zhou's place."

Mo Dahai thought of Chen Sheng, this young man who became acquainted with the spirit gathering array three years ago, and heard that he was Chen Ergou's eldest brother, so he said a few more words of praise.

After going back and forth, the two became acquainted, and later found out that they had an unexpected temper.

If you get along well, move around more.

These days, the more I live, the more I look forward to it.

"Old Mo, light up the stove."

A warm and familiar voice sounded.

Outside the Sutra Pavilion, came a young man in white clothes. He had a smile on his face, and he had a dusty aura on his body. His footsteps were slow, like a scholar on a green trip.

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

Mo Haihai is cheerful. When he is old, he has no goal to strive for. The only thing he has to look forward to is to chat with acquaintances and remember the past.

When one more acquaintance comes to look for him, there will be a kind of joy from the heart.

call……

Mo Haihai pinched a fire spell, and the black charcoal on the small red clay stove glowed red, and the flames were red, emitting blazing heat.

On the small stove, there is a copper pot filled with water, just waiting to make tea.

"You are very skilled in this operation."

Chen Sheng came here this time to learn the art of magic. When he saw Mo Haihai's fire spell, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Use it every day."

Mo Dahua didn't know Chen Sheng's reason for coming, but when he heard Chen Sheng praise his Fire Curse Art, a look of complacency appeared on his face.

Although the Fire Curse Jue is a very small technique, it is not perfect among the techniques he has mastered, but he just likes the Fire Curse Jue very much, probably because he uses it often and has feelings for it.

"Then do you know many kinds of spells?"

Chen Sheng continued to bring this topic.

"Those who guard the way and attack the enemy must have developed physical memory, and most of the other small tricks have been forgotten, and they are practiced for fun."

In Deacon Zhou's eyes, there was a hint of nostalgia. He hadn't killed for a long time, and naturally the few spells at the bottom of the box hadn't been used for a long time.

Now, there is only one fire spell, which is used to light the fire.

"I'm so envious, I don't know any spells."

At this time, Chen Sheng let out a sigh, a little envious and a little sad.

"then you……"

Mo Dahai laughed, what kind of thing is this? He has a myriad of magic tricks in the Buddhist scripture pavilion. If he looks at it casually, he waits to open his mouth. Then he reacts and scolds with a smile: "You came to me to play the autumn wind."

The younger generation came to play tricks on his old man and not be a son of man.

"Let's see if Deacon Mo is willing to look favorably at him."

Chen Sheng made some tea, poured a cup, smiled, and held it in Mo Dahai's hand.

"Go read it yourself."

Mo Haihai took advantage of the situation, showing a teachable look, and waved to Chen Sheng.

(End of this chapter)