The heroine eavesdropped on her heart, and my villain's character collapsed.

According to the plan, once the Five Elements Building is completed, it will be the tallest building in Jiuxiao Continent.

The entire Five Elements Building is as big as a city. At such a height, one can imagine the difficulty and the amount of manpower and material resources spent on its construction.

There are countless various formation restrictions. Only monks who are above the stage of divine transformation are qualified to create these formation restrictions, and they must be proficient in formations.

Of course, this has indeed created a lot of jobs, and there are even some monks who specialize in studying formations just to get a stable job here and earn spiritual stones.

Huang Chunshui is one of them. He has just broken through to the divine transformation stage less than ten years ago, so he borrowed a lot of spiritual stones in order to break through.

As a local monk in Jinliu Prefecture, he learned that the Five Elements Building was to be built, so he hurriedly studied the formations and finally found a job here.

The spiritual stones I receive every month now are much higher than the salary of being an elder in a small sect.

As for the big sect...if you go to the big sect during the transformation stage, do you still want to be an elder? Being a horse is more or less the same.

"Today we brothers can finish repairing this formation and get off work. Will we go to the Phoenix Tower later?"

While building the formation, Huang Chunshui winked at another male cultivator who was building the formation with him.

Because of the construction of the Five Elements Tower, many inns and brothels were built on a small island near the Five Elements Tower. The monks who built the Five Elements Tower would go there to relax when they had nothing to do.

"You fucking want to go around every day, spend all the spiritual stones you earn."

The male cultivator next to him was not tall and had a typical short figure. He cursed when he heard that he was going to play.

The two have only known each other for more than half a year, and they have a pretty good relationship because they often go to brothels together.

The problem was that every time they came out of the brothel, they both muttered that it was no fun and would not come back next time.

As a result, within two days, Huang Chunshui would ask to go there again, but he was not determined enough, so he went along and lost money every time.

"It's okay. Half of the spiritual stones I earn every month are used to pay off debts. It doesn't matter if I spend the rest. You're not alone. If you have spiritual stones, don't spend them and bury them in your grave."

Huang Chunshui chuckled, and the two cursed for a while before speeding up their hands.

Just when the two were about to finish building the formation in one breath, a loud noise suddenly came from the side.

The two of them stopped what they were doing and turned around to see that several formations not far away had been destroyed by magical powers.

The one who destroyed the formation was a fire cultivator. After destroying several formations, the other party rushed towards the formation that the two were about to complete, raising a huge musket and smashing it at them.

"I'll fuck you."

The male cultivator with a short figure had a bad temper. When he saw that the other party was trying to destroy the fruits of his labor, he rushed forward and responded with a magical power, smashing the other party's magical power into pieces.

The fire cultivator snorted coldly. Before Huang Chunshui could see the other party's movements clearly, the other party held a fire knife and turned into a stream of fire that passed through the two of them and disappeared.

The formation shattered in an instant, and a large hole was opened in the chest of the monk with a short stature, and a layer of black flames burned at the wound.

"Old Duan!!!"

Huang Chunshui quickly supported his good friend and tried to use his true energy to stabilize his injury.

"There's no need for this, I... can't be saved. That guy is at least in the Fusion stage or even the Mahayana stage."

The monk who was called Lao Duan looked pale and said, "It's really unlucky. I was killed by a knife. Haha, maybe this is my fate."

He tremblingly took off the storage ring on his hand, handed it to Huang Chunshui and said: "I don't have a disciple, and my family has long been gone. Now I only have half a friend like you by my side, and I can't save this little money." You're fine, since you can't improve your cultivation in this life anyway, and you have nothing to worry about, you can just die, it doesn't matter."

After saying that, Lao Duan slowly closed his eyes.

"Old Duan!!!"

Huang Chunshui's face was full of tears and she was very sad.

At this time, Lao Duan suddenly opened his eyes wide again, grabbed Huang Chunshui's hand and said with his last strength.

"Just take revenge for me. There is no need to ask for trouble. Also, please remember to order Lotus No. 66 for me a few more times in the Phoenix Tower. She has a good figure, good service, and unique skills. The fee is not expensive, and her family owes her a lot. She has bought a lot of spiritual stones, she has no choice but to come out to do this, you have to help her more, help her..."

After saying this, Lao Duan died of anger, his hands hanging down weakly.

"I'll order it, I'll order it for sure. I'll only order her when I go to the Phoenix Tower from now on."

Huang Chunshui agreed in a hoarse voice with tears in her eyes, and then left the place holding her friend's body.

When leaving, he saw that the Western Zhou Dynasty was in ruins, with dozens of monks destroying everywhere. Huang Chunshui felt desolate in his heart, and left silently holding his friend's body.

This is the case for monks. No one knows whether an unreasonable disaster will happen to them one day. The fate of those who are not strong enough is always in the hands of others.

……

Phoenix Tower.

A sweet-looking female cultivator was helping a burly male cultivator dress.

After the clothes were put on, the female cultivator kissed the male cultivator on the face and said softly: "Don't forget to look for me next time you come. My name is Hehua."

"understood."

Perhaps because of the sage's time, the male cultivator said with a rather cold expression and stood up to leave.

After the male cultivator left, Hehua sat in front of the mirror and applied makeup on herself.

At this time, a female cultivator walked in from the door, looked at He Hua who was putting on makeup and said with a smile: "Finally, I'm done with my work. I received three customers today, but no one cares about me."

"As I said, you have to chat more with the guests, praise them more, and then say you are pitiful or something like that. Otherwise, how can you keep the guests?"

Hehua chuckled and said, "That's how men are. If you make them feel that you need him, he will always care about you a little more. So I think men do value friendship more than us women."

"Ah, you still know how to lie to men. No wonder they are so fascinated by you."

The female cultivator smiled and leaned against He Hua and said: "By the way, where is that short male cultivator who comes to see you often? His surname is Duan, right? I haven't seen him come these days. I remember he comes every time. If I bring you a gift, I’m sure I’ll really fall in love with you.”

"What are you thinking about? Which man in our profession would really like her? It's just a moment of lust."

"That's right. I won't say anything anymore. I'll go back and take a look. Maybe some guests will come later."

After her friend left, Hehua opened the dresser drawer and took out a box of rouge.

The man brought it to him when he came last time.

After hearing about what happened to him, he stopped touching me several times. He said he was tired and asked him to take a good rest for two hours and just chat with him.

After chatting with him, Hehua discovered that this guy was very lonely. He had no disciples and no relatives. He said that he had no worries and no worries, and his Taoist practice had stopped there, and he could not even find the meaning of living.

He would also talk to himself about the scenery he had seen, and told himself that if he paid off the spiritual stones he owed at home and stopped doing this business, he could go to certain places and say that the scenery in those places was beautiful, but the spiritual energy was thin. For some, if they don’t want to practice anymore, it’s not a bad idea to live there.