Tianmen Shanfang City is no longer as grand as it was a month ago. There are few cars and horses in front of the gate. There are only a few monks passing by, looking very decadent.
The Wei family doesn't manage it either. Firstly, they don't have the intention, and secondly, they have more important things to do at the moment.
After Fang Qingyuan safely sent the guests to Tianmen Mountain, he heard the Wei family monks loudly soliciting casual cultivators in front of the pier
"The Wei family is recruiting casual cultivators. In the early stage of Qi training, three days a month Ten spiritual stones, sixty in the middle stage and one hundred in the later stage. Monks in the foundation-building stage will receive even more generous treatment. Interested fellow Taoists, please come quickly."
After hearing this condition, some desperate people came. Xiu gathered around and started asking if he could join.
The Wei family monks did not refuse anyone who came, and took them under their command one after another.
Fang Qingyuan frowned slightly when he saw this scene. In the past few days, the Wei family has been frantically recruiting casual cultivators from the past, and the treatment was as good as that of a disciple of the Beast Control Sect.
In the early stages of Qi refining, casual cultivators could offer thirty spirit stones, which completely disrupted the market.
Normally, casual cultivators in the early stage of Qi refining can get five spirit stones every month, which is already good. But this amount has increased six times. No wonder everyone is so excited.
It’s just that, in offering this price, the Wei family’s plot is probably bigger. I’m afraid these casual cultivators have the life to take the spirit stone, but not the life to spend it.
However, Fang Qingyuan didn't have to remind these casual cultivators. He just looked at them coldly. Everyone has their own destiny and it all depends on their own choices.
Back at home in the other courtyard, Fang Qingyuan settled the camel ray and went out to find Lao He.
He doesn’t like to owe people money and spiritual stones. After receiving the payment here, he will send it to Lao He as soon as possible.
Lao He lives in a casual shack near the other courtyard, which looks very simple.
It stands to reason that monks should not live in such shabby houses, but in fact, people like Lao He have no choice.
The world of cultivating immortals is not a peaceful and prosperous age. Tribulation cultivators, monsters, demon cultivators, etc., will be worried if they encounter a small life.
Many houses and compounds can be built in other places, but safety cannot be guaranteed. Although only shacks can be built here, they are right at the foot of the Tianshan Villa, so the safety is very high.
For the sake of safety, it is acceptable to sacrifice some enjoyment. In fact, monks are indifferent and don't pay much attention to these external aspects.
For these shacks, Tianshan Villa turns a blind eye or closes one eye, but if you want to carry out large-scale construction, then you are simply short-sighted.
Arrived in front of Lao He's shack, Fang Qingyuan was about to knock on the door. As soon as he raised his finger, the door opened by itself, and a little head poked out from it
"Uncle, who are you looking for? ”
The child was about ten years old and had a delicate appearance. Fang Qingyuan thought he was a girl at first.
"Who are you, He Jisong?"
"That's my dad, he just went out."
Fang Qingyuan showed a warm smile and asked the child He said, "I have something to do with your father. I wonder if I can go in and wait."
The child thought for a while, then Fang Qingyuan smiled, then closed the door hard, and Fang Qingyuan was rejected.
"My dad said, don't let strangers into the house, you wait outside."
Fang Qingyuan's face froze, and then he returned to his smile. A child is angry, just wait.
"You bastard, come here and kneel down, kowtow to your uncle Fang and admit your mistake."
In the shack, Fang Qingyuan was sitting at the main seat, drinking tea and listening to Lao He. , that is, He Jisong disciplines his children.
Seeing that the child was about to kneel down with a grievance on his face, Fang Qingyuan raised his hand lightly, and the child could no longer kneel down.
"Old He, why are you doing this? He is right to listen to you, why should you punish him."
"Having said that, you can let Fellow Daoist Fang stay outside the door. I feel so sorry for waiting for me for half an hour. You said something nice to me, which saved me a lot of physical pain. What should I say now?"
Fang Qingyuan smiled lightly. He took out forty spiritual stones, spread them on the table, and said to He Jisong
"There is no need to worry about these little things. This is the balance of your three hundred fruits. Keep it."
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He Jisong looked happy when he saw the spirit stones, and then gritted his teeth and said
"Fellow Daoist Fang, please take back these spirit stones. I want to ask you one thing. My child's qualifications are quite good. The Tu Ling Gen is almost of the middle grade, I think"
Fang Qingyuan put down the tea cup and waved his hand to indicate to Lao He to stay temporarily. The smile on his face disappeared and he said to He Jisong
" There’s no need to say the rest, Lao He, I know what you mean, but I can’t do it. Let’s not mention that I’m just an outer disciple. Even if I become a formal disciple, this matter can’t be done without the leader’s words.”< /p>
Hearing Fang Qingyuan’s words, Lao He was stunned at first, and then his face was full of bitterness. His son, among the five elements of spiritual roots, the earth spiritual root has the best qualifications, but he still almost reached the middle-grade spiritual root. root.
It is this gap that determines that his child cannot become a disciple of Yushoumen Tianshan Branch. If there is no special opportunity, I am afraid that he will only be a casual cultivator in this life.
With good luck, he became the guest son-in-law of that monk family, but with bad luck, he wasted his life.
He Jisong was very high-spirited and started practicing Qi at the third level in his twenties. However, when he broke through to the fourth level, he was stuck for nearly twenty years, and there is still no hope of breakthrough.
Ten years ago, he slowly began to accept his fate, took a mortal woman, and prepared to spread his business. However, when his wife was pregnant and about to give birth, Lao He felt the opportunity for a breakthrough and insisted on going out to search.
In the end, the opportunity was not found, and his wife also died due to dystocia, leaving him with only this flesh and blood. Suffering this blow, Lao He was even more devastated.
Now his only hope is pinned on this child. Seeing that the three-year entrance examination is about to begin, Lao He meets Fang Qingyuan, a disciple of Yushou Mountain, and wants to establish a relationship.
Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, he was blocked back.
Seeing Lao He's expression, Fang Qingyuan sighed inwardly. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but that he couldn't do it. He was just an outer disciple, and how could he be so important in such a major matter of selection and examination? What did he do?
The child seemed to feel his father's loss, so he cried and said
"Father, I don't want to enter the beast control gate, I want to stay with you forever."
Filial piety is commendable, but when you grow up, will you hate your father for being incompetent
Fang Qingyuan thought in his heart, and then he stood up and said
"Let's do this for today. Keep the spirit stones. After half a day, we will buy three hundred red lotus fruits."
He Jisong quickly stood up to see them off, and then said to Fang Qingyuan
< p>"I was the one who was rude. Don't take it to heart, fellow Daoist Fang. Don't worry about the fruit. I will do my best to handle it properly."Fang Qingyuan nodded. When he was about to go out, he turned to look at him with tearful eyes. The child asked
"What is your name?"
The child wiped his tears, showed a stubborn look, and shouted
"My name is He Yu , A gentleman is like jade, gentle and lustrous, a gentleman is like water, sharp things are not pure."
Listening to He Yu's recitation, Fang Qingyuan laughed, turned around and left the place, the magic sword flew out of the storage bag, After landing at his feet, he jumped into the air and drifted away.
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