I live forever in the realm of comprehension

Chapter 7 Wei Fan
When He Song walked into the Lingjian Pavilion in Ling Zhifu's costume,

A voice came from He Song's side.

Followed by.

In front of He Song appeared a young man who also wore the inner clothes of Xianfang.

There was a smile in the man's eyes, and he looked at He Song with a little gentleness, as if he saw his own family, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

However, He Song was able to sense a strong spiritual pressure from the opponent.

Thinking about it, I am afraid that his cultivation base is much higher than his own.

Seeing this, He Song hastily cupped his hands.

"That's true. He Song, I just became Lingzhi's husband yesterday and met my senior."

He Song didn't hide anything, instead he spoke truthfully.

I have just become Lingzhi's husband, and there is nothing that can be coveted by others. Looking at the appearance of this man in front of me, it doesn't seem like he is here to find fault.

He Song naturally wouldn't hide anything.

"My servant, Wei Fan, is the deacon of Lingjian Pavilion. Since you are Lingzhi's husband, you are also a member of Xianfang's own family. There is no need to be so polite."

There was a flash of understanding in Wei Fan's eyes.

As the deacon of Lingjian Pavilion, basically every person inside Xianfang who comes to Lingjian Pavilion to renew the lease is personally received by him.

He has also come into contact with Ling Zhifu a lot. Now it is the spring plowing period, and the Lingyao Pavilion has recruited Ling Zhifu again, which is not beyond his expectations.

"Fellow Daoist He, please come with me. There are rules within Xianfang, and there is no need to join these casual cultivators here."

As Wei Fan spoke, he glanced at a group of casual cultivators who had already lined up on the other side, and the disdainful gaze disappeared in a flash.

Casual repair.

There is a huge gap with the insiders of Xianfang.

Loose cultivators can use everything to cultivate resources, so the death rate remains high all year round.

As for the insiders of Xianfang, because they all have special skills, they don't have to risk their lives, so the death rate is very low.

Facing a casual cultivator who would die at any moment.

And facing an insider of Xianfang who has a skill and his cultivation base will gradually increase.

His attitude will naturally be completely different.

Even if Ling Zhifu doesn't get many resources every year, he won't die easily.

When time passes, maybe there will be a character in the middle stage of Qi training, or even in the late stage of Qi training.

As for casual repair?

Maybe you just made friends with him, and that person died in a few days.

That's a fart, a waste of time.

Following Wei Fan's gaze, a group of casual cultivators queuing up to hand over spirit stones appeared before He Song's eyes.

It's different from Ling Zhifu like He Song.

The spirit stones of casual cultivators are all in front of a counter.

After handing over the ten spirit stones, people from the Lingjian Pavilion will take out a notebook and write down the rented location, which means that they can live for another month.

As for those rooms that did not come to continue handing in the spirit stones, there will be people from the law enforcement hall to take them back.

Want to live in vain?
It didn't even have a door.

Following Wei Fan's footsteps, He Song was quickly brought to an antique house.

Exquisite wooden furniture is neatly arranged, and wisps of smoke are lingering in it.

The condensed and undissipated fragrance is so strong that He Song, who just entered it, immediately felt the slightest difference.

However, since the Lingjian Pavilion is located in the Zhushan Immortal Workshop, the security is excellent, He Song did not hold his breath after hesitating for a while.

Caution also depends on the occasion and identity.

My status is low now.

In addition, this place is in Lingjian Pavilion.

In addition, Wei Fan's cultivation base is much higher than his own.

If you hold your breath and don't hear it, I'm afraid it will only increase the jokes, but it will not be beautiful.

Wei Fan didn't notice anything unusual.

After leading He Song to sit down in the room, he spoke quietly.

"Fellow Daoist has just become Lingzhi's husband and has nothing to do. I'm afraid I came here this time because I have a lot of money."

"Fellow daoist, this kind of situation is actually very common, and there is a solution. You only need to leave a breath, fellow daoist. From now on, you don't need to come back every month, just once a year."

As he said that, Wei Fan stretched out his hand and flipped through, and a contract document appeared on the table in front of He Song.

"Fellow Daoist, please take a look."

Wei Fan's voice was unhurried, his words were fluent, and he had experienced too many such things.

It seems that there are not a few insiders in Xianfang who are as cash-strapped as myself.

He Song collected himself, bowed his hands to Wei Fan, and then picked up the contract document in front of him.

Gaze over.

He suddenly understood why Wei Fan treated him so skillfully.

There are already regulations in the contract documents, as long as you join Xianfang and become an internal staff of Xianfang, you can use the annual bonus issued by Xianfang to mortgage the rent.

Although Ling Zhifu has no age.

But as long as there are no mistakes, after the spiritual rice produced by the five-acre spiritual field is purchased by Xianfang, 150 spiritual stones will be earned every year.

After deducting the annual rent of 120 yuan of spirit stones, only 30 yuan of spirit stones are left in He Song's hands.

The content of this contract document is a contract that allows the internal personnel of Xianfang to live in it first, and then pay the rent until the year is issued.

After the breath left by the contract document, even if the monk wants to renege on the debt, he will be caught by the law enforcement team and forced to settle the debt.

At that time, I'm afraid that if I don't die, I will peel off my skin.

It is also absolutely impossible for someone to renege on their debts.

If you hand it in yourself, the treatment is completely different from someone who forcibly arrests you and returns you to hand it in.

"If fellow daoist agrees, just leave a breath on the contract document."

Wei Fan seemed certain that He Song would be like this, and didn't urge him, but just said something like a statement, then raised his hand and started to make tea.

When unknown tea leaves start rolling in the teapot.

When the first cup of tea was placed in front of He Song, He Song also left his breath on the contract document in his hand at the right time.

There is nothing wrong with the contract.

It's just that you can use it after paying first.

It has become the current pay after use.

And from the original monthly payment to the current annual payment.

There are still the same amount of spirit stones to be paid, but it is just for the convenience of the insiders of Xianfang.

"Thank you fellow daoist, good tea." Picking up the teacup, He Song took a sip and praised.

Although he didn't know much about tea, he had already put the tea in front of him. If he didn't take a sip of the tea and praised it, it would really be shameful for others.

Wei Fan, as the deacon of Lingjian Pavilion, although he doesn't know how high his cultivation level is in Qi training, it must be higher than himself.

He Song would not be rude to such a person who made tea for himself.

Therefore, even if he couldn't taste the quality of the tea at all, He Song still admired it as if sincerely.

"Hahaha, fellow daoists don't have to be like this. My hobby in life is making friends. It's good that fellow daoists don't dislike a pot of bad tea."

As if seeing what He Song was thinking, Wei Fan said with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, he poured another cup of tea for He Song.

But this time.

When he put the tea in front of He Song, his voice sounded again.

"Fellow Daoist, do you recognize Meng Guan from the Spirit Medicine Pavilion?"

(End of this chapter)