The cause of cultivating immortals is on my shoulders, and my junior sister is the leader.

Chapter 8 Is Still Too Low-key
Now she only sees the fake old man, the top disciple who talks nonsense, and the dilapidated sect that is seriously inconsistent with the rumors.

There is a sense of deja vu...

Song Qinghe endured the broken door and walked in.

The bluestone floor was clean and tidy. His frown relaxed a little. He looked up and saw that the courtyard was bustling with activity.

I expected to see the diligent brothers working hard and practicing in an orderly manner.

But I didn't think about it...

There were people playing leaf cards, people playing coils, people throwing pots, people sitting at the stone table eating melon seeds, people drinking and chatting, and people lying on the trees and basking in the sun...

Can anyone tell her that eating, drinking and having fun like this is a special way to improve one's skills?
Song Qinghe looked at the decadent scene in front of him with a wry smile, and almost wanted to poke his own eyes.

She is a majestic goddess of war in the heavenly world. She kills decisively and neatly during military training. She never slacks off and never misses a moment when she should be practicing.

Now seeing this, it feels like there are ants crawling on my body.

"Elder brother! You're back, eh? Where did you kidnap this good sister from?"

"Yes, yes, we have never had a woman in our sect. Senior brother is really good at it. He finally deceived a female disciple!"

"What's your good sister's name?"

……

Seeing the figure of Zi Yusheng pretending to be the leader, a group of senior brothers who were just eating, drinking and having fun all came over and stared at her curiously.

At this moment, Song Qinghe felt like a monkey in a zoo being watched, his face covered with black lines and his lips pursed stiffly.

"This is the new disciple, Junior Sister Qinghe. From today on, she will be your fellow disciple."

"Also, Xiao Wu, what does it mean to lie? Did I teach you to talk like this on weekdays?"

Zi Yusheng pretended to severely reprimand the young boy who had just made fun of him, and looked at the girl's expression from the corner of his eye.

He cursed this brat with a round head and a round face in his heart, which almost made him lose his temper.

"Did I make a mistake? Was it robbery... or robbing... or a trap?"

Xiao Wu, who was called, looked at the man's face, and the melon seeds in his hand suddenly lost their fragrance.

"It is indeed a pit."

Song Qinghe couldn't help but express his feelings.

All the disciples were stunned for a moment and then looked at the serious senior brother with suppressed smiles.

"You all have to make incense sticks. You are not allowed to get up until you are done with the incense stick!"

Zi Yusheng smiled slightly and nodded at the men who were causing trouble. He narrowed his eyes and issued an order that made people wail.

"Qinghe, I'll take you to your place to live. You can choose a room at will. These young boys can't speak, so don't take it to heart."

Ignoring the wails of the junior brothers behind him, he turned around and left with Song Qinghe without any hesitation.

Walking to the bedroom in the backyard, Song Qinghe wanted to leave even more.

She lived in a big palace in heaven, and even when she was not fighting, she lived in a spacious thatched house.

Even if he was originally in Guiyun Sect, he still had a room with all the necessary facilities.

But who could tell her that in the bedroom in front of her, either the damaged wooden boards on the roof were blown open by the wind, or there were several big holes in the window paper, or the bed collapsed with a hole...

There was air leakage and rain, so I couldn't sleep, and the wooden beams creaked and fell.

It seems that the ruined temples outside the city are stronger than the rooms here!

"Qinghe, just pick any room."

The corridor is clean and there is no dust. The only thing is that the red wooden pillars are peeled off and the lanterns are broken and broken.

Zi Yusheng looked patiently at the woman who was gradually petrified. "Elder brother, can anyone live here?"

Song Qinghe pointed to the collapsed bed and blinked at him with his narrow eyes.

The curve of the lips could not be stiffer.

"It's true that there haven't been any new disciples for a long time. It's been abandoned without anyone living in it and no one has been repairing it. If you have chosen it, can I help you repair it?"

As if he realized something, the man looked a little embarrassed at the dilapidated bed, and looked at her cautiously.

These men, adhering to the good virtue of frugality, could make do with each other. He almost forgot that this was a woman in front of him.

"Senior brother, there are very few people in the sect who can't reveal the truth?"

Song Qinghe asked quite tactfully.

It seems that Zi Yu Sheng's magic weapon is not a bit stronger than the average and inferior ones of Guiyun Sect, but the sect is so desolate that even Guiyun Sect has to call him eldest brother when he sees it.

It’s really...gold and jade on the outside, but ruined on the inside...

The man in question had a blush on his old face, which had not yet transformed, with a hint of shame.

"This...all the expenses on this mountain are used for food and self-defense weapons...In addition, Qingfeng Sect is isolated from the world, so it is naturally more...unique than other sects."

Song Qinghe couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Being able to describe poverty and desolation as unique, no wonder the disciples in this sect are still here.

It seems to be the 'credit' of the head master and the eloquent senior brother whom he has never met before.

This brainwashing ability is unmatched by ordinary people.

It’s really a team of enemies who are hard-hitting and smooth-talking.

"Elder brother, you don't need to say much, I understand everything."

After saying that, Song Qinghe took out a bag of 50 spirit stones directly from the soul space and threw it into the man's hand.

Anyone who is not a spiritual bone can see the number of spiritual stones in this money bag.

Zi Yusheng held the light bag, his eyes widened slightly in shock, and he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

"Qinghe, where did you... get so much money? Although the Qingfeng Sect is in a state of decline, it cannot use other methods."

That unbelievable look in his eyes said, "Where is this spiritual stone stolen?"
The woman who looked like a man holding her hands smiled contemptuously, secretly cursing the man's short-sightedness.

"Senior Brother, I have plenty of money. Listen to me and you are right. There is no need to go around here!"

"I'm going to buy these. I want a new and comfortable bedroom. Also, the door needs to be replaced with a new one. It looks like an eyesore to me."

The man's appearance of wealth shocked him so much that he still hadn't recovered yet. Then he had another bag of 50 spiritual stones in his hand!

Oh my god, this little junior sister dressed in rags is actually an invisible rich woman!

Zi Yusheng couldn't help but secretly regret her reluctance and contempt for her junior sister.

Only now do I realize that I am the one who is so short-sighted and thoughtful!
From time to time, I feel lucky that I listened to the words in that spiritual letter!

"Junior sister Qinghe, is this too much..."

Zi Yusheng felt guilty holding the two space bags, always afraid that this was a dream and would not dare to move after waking up.

"It's only 100 million spiritual stones. I'll replace the door with 24 yuan, give me a bedroom with [-] yuan, and give the rest to the [-] senior brothers in the door to renovate the bedrooms, build the walls higher, and take off the clothes." Replace all the stone pillars of skin!"

"I don't want the whole door to be smashed by this... old thing that is in disrepair... accidentally injured."

Afraid that the fish in front of him would dig into the ground, the kind-hearted Song Qinghe didn't say anything too harsh and kept a low profile.

After all, she has to find the whereabouts of Yuruhua tonight...

(End of this chapter)