Time Traveling: The Ultimate Cultivation of Immortals

At this time, a few people came to the square, their cultivation bases were around the third level of Qi Condensation, which was considered relatively low in the sect, but those handymen respectfully paid their respects.

These people are the people who are in charge of their basic necessities, food, housing, and transportation in Xiaoyaozong, and they are the stewards who came to select the registered disciples to go to the handyman's room as Zhao Huafeng said just now.

Their spiritual pressure is not heavy, but because of their serious expressions, they exude a sense of sternness.

On the side of the square stood the disciples from the handyman's room, and in the middle stood the registered disciples. Seeing the stewards, the excited expressions of the five hundred registered disciples gradually dissipated, and they became more orderly.

A middle-aged man came out of the steward. He was of medium height, with average facial features, a blue outer shirt, a serious expression, and majesty on his body.

"I am Li Deyou, the chief steward of the servants' room. You will spend the next year in the servants' room. I hope you will keep yourselves safe, work hard to complete the tasks, strive to pass the examination, and become outer disciples.

Next, the stewards behind me will select you to work in different areas of the handy room. Those who are called by name will follow the stewards, and they will go to their own stewards for anything in the future. "

One by one, the stewards called out their names, and then they were taken away. You Rongcheng, Confucius Nan, Confucius Bei, and Cao Tongbo were also taken away one after another. There were still five, four, three, two registered disciples. , one, yes, one left, one alone.

"Director, I...doesn't anyone want me?" Lan Chuya looked around, the surroundings were empty, and then cast his eyes on the chief manager in front of him. God knows, how often did he ask this sentence? difficult!

"You just wait, you have your own place." After finishing speaking, he floated away.

People in the square left one after another. When they left, they looked at Lan Chuya with sympathy. His appearance obviously offended the people in the sect. It is estimated that life will be difficult in the future. Thinking this way, they all shook their heads sigh.

Lan Chuya looked bitterly at the increasingly empty square, this was definitely a blow to him, he was the No.1 in the selection of disciples this time, how could he treat him like this!

"Jun Yao, wait patiently. This may be a test and temper for you." Yun Ziqing came over to Lan Chuya, and had some guesses in his heart, but it was inconvenient to tell him.

"Ziqing, you won't let me wait here for a few days, right?" Lan Chuya felt chills on his back. He was targeted when he first arrived, and the days to come may be dire and tortuous. His life is miserable!

"How does this elder brother know? I have to ask you what you did." Luo Linger didn't leave in order to wait for Yun Ziqing. There were only three of them in the square. Lan Junyao and Yun Ziqing seemed to have a good relationship. I feel a little uncomfortable, the senior brother is indifferent to everyone, why should he care about a registered disciple who just came to the sect, and comfort him.

"Senior Sister, I didn't do anything. It may be that I won No.1. There is something else waiting for me in the sect, and this creation needs to hone my character, so let me wait."

Even if it is a bad word, he will turn it into a good word. If you want to bury him, if you are a little tender, let me see how you answer it now?

Don't blame him for targeting this Luo Ling'er, but this Luo Ling'er doesn't know what's going on, and he hasn't offended her, so why is he talking so weirdly?

Luo Ling'er was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she was secretly angry. Lan Junyao's face was so thick that he couldn't be stabbed, "Then just wait." After speaking, he turned into a rainbow and flew away.

There was a slight smile in Yun Ziqing's eyes, Lan Junyao really didn't want to take the loss from his mouth, he was definitely a very vindictive person, if you make me uncomfortable, I will make you even more uncomfortable, of course People are also very grateful. It is a bit exaggerated to say that the grace of dripping water and the spring of spring are repaid, but it is not the same.

"Jun Yao, you just came to the sect, you have no foundation, if you offend one more person, the road ahead will be more difficult for you, why can't you bear the anger for a while?"

He couldn't bear it, he endured it for 17 years, and from the moment he became Lan Chuya, he made up his mind that he would never bear it again!

"I don't know her before, and I'm not friendly when I come up, so I can't blame others for being rude to her, but..., Ziqing, are you good friends with her?" Lan Chuya thought, if Yun Ziqing followed her Luo Linger is a good friend, and he is willing to apologize to the other party for Yun Ziqing and give him face.

"It's not really a good friend, but I entered the sect together with her." Yun Ziqing's tone was light, and it could be heard that he didn't take her very seriously.

"Then I know." Lan Chuya nodded, feeling relieved that she didn't have to apologize to Luo Linger.

"Hmph, the culprit of the two, is the old man's spiritual plant delicious?" A hale and hearty old man walked towards the square with his hands behind his back. The old man didn't have any spiritual power fluctuations, but he gave people an unfathomable feeling. Sharp, but also a little kind, extremely contradictory.

Yun Ziqing saluted immediately, "Meet Master." No one knew the origin of the old man Lingzhi, nor why he was there, only that he was there all the time, from the head of the sect to the handyman's room. Call him Shizu.

"Greetings to Master." Lan Chuya also hurriedly saluted, Yun Ziqing was so respectful, he didn't dare to make mistakes, and then he listened to the other party, the spiritual plant he picked belonged to the other party, and he was wronged.

"Two little guys, is Lingzhi delicious?" The old man approached the two of them and asked gently but forcefully.

This is embarrassing for Yun Ziqing and Lan Chuya, how can they answer to perfectly avoid the old man's anger?Although the old man seemed relatively gentle, there must be some reason for his gentleness. Anyway, they had an intuition that if this question was not answered well, Lan Chuya would face a very tragic fate.

"Master, why don't I make it for you to taste?" Lan Chuya raised his head, and Qiqi Ai said, no matter whether he said it was delicious or not, it seemed inappropriate.

The old man's face turned dark immediately, but he wanted to lick his lips. After realizing his subconscious actions, his face turned darker.

"Master, I have already eaten Lingzhi. Even if you kill me, I can't repay it. I can only make up for it by doing something that I can do, and at the same time, it is also beneficial to you, right? ?”

Lan Chuya saw that the old man's face was darkened, so he hurriedly spoke again before the old man said punishment. The old man would definitely not kill him because of a few spiritual plants, but it is definitely okay to make him live uncomfortable, and he can even use it as an excuse Drive him out of the sect.

Yun Ziqing secretly admired Lan Chuya's courage. Is this a devious strategy to save himself?As long as the ancestor agrees to eat Lingzhi, the matter of him stealing Lingzhi can be exposed, smart, but...

"Do you know why I only grow spiritual plants but not eat them?" The old man unexpectedly asked such a question, and thoughts appeared in his eyes.

"Because... because no one can make the taste in your memory, so you dare not eat it?" Lan Chuya rolled his eyes and gave a random reason.

"You...you..." The old man had a shocked expression.

He won't be fooled, right?Can this be correct? ? ?

"Master, the dishes I cook are delicious. Would you like to try them?" Lan Chuya proposed again. He was really confident in his cooking skills, and they always tasted delicious.

Yun Ziqing admired Lan Chuya already, and judging by his master's expression, it is very likely that this matter will be exposed.

After half an hour...

The scent of spiritual food came from the attic where the old man lived. The soup pot, thin slices of spiritual animal meat, spiritual plants, and dishes were all ready, waiting for someone to eat.

"Master, the soup pot is ready, please enjoy it." Lan Chuya spoke respectfully by the old man's side like a fellow in the city.

The old man glanced at Lan Chuya, and threw him a purse-shaped Qiankun space, "Don't be lazy, or I'll use you to feed Lingzhi."

"Yes, master." Lan Chuya immediately agreed, and after the old man left, he took the Qiankun space to the yard outside the attic.

Yun Ziqing was pardoned by the old man and returned to his residence.

The old man's attic exists independently at the end of Lingzhidi, with two floors, backed by dense woods, and in front of it is a vast and lush Lingzhidi.

From the square to the old man's attic, one needs to walk through the land of spiritual plants. When Lan Chuya passed by, he saw not only large tracts of spiritual plants, but also large tracts of spiritual grass. Like spiritual plants, spiritual grasses are in the growth stage. best condition.

"This old man is a bit powerful. How much painstaking effort does it take to get so many spiritual plants and grasses?"

Lan Chuya sat next to the stone table in the small yard in front of the attic, the yard in front of the attic was very beautiful.

The courtyard is full of blooming spiritual grass, surrounded by more than a dozen three different spiritual trees, yellow spirit tree, blue spirit tree, purple spirit tree, the spirit trees are full of blooming trees, and the flowers are in full bloom. The ground is covered with bluestone slabs. The attic and the small courtyard are shrouded in a light white mist, which contains traces of aura, and it looks even more beautiful than a fairyland.

"A piece of jade slip, a hoe, a sickle, a bag of seeds, a wooden barrel, and a ladle, all gone?" Lan Chuya probed into the Qiankun space with his consciousness, carefully inspected the items, and read them three times. Only then did he accept that there were only these few things in this barren Qiankun space.

Lan Chuya took out the jade slip and looked it over. A large wasteland appeared in his mind, overgrown with weeds and extremely lush. It was on the edge of Lingzhi Land, not far from the old man's attic.

"Is this planning for me to open up wasteland and farm?" Lan Chuya guessed in amazement.

"Obviously, and isn't this what you said you can do, and it's good for the old man?" Wuwei was a little gloating. Who asked Lan Chuya to steal someone else's spiritual plant, and now let him plant it to compensate, It is also reasonable.

"I..." Lan Chuya was at a loss for words, and glanced at the attic, isn't this too cruel?

At this time, the old man passed down a ruthless sentence, "You can finish it within three days, or you will add another piece of land if you delay for a day. Anyway, there is a lot of wasteland. If you can't finish it, you can go down the mountain on your own initiative after a year. By the way, Take responsibility for your own mistakes, and don’t ask others for help.”

Dare he feel that if he can't finish it, this year will be used to farm for the old man?

Lan Chuya regretted once again, why was he so cheap! ! !

"Okay, master, I understand." Lan Chuya replied loudly, only in the sect can he become stronger, otherwise he wouldn't come.

"Wuwei, what should we do now? The seeds have to be planted in three days, and I can't finish it even if I work day and night!" Lan Chuya had a bitter face, wanting to cry but not tears.

"Think of a way, isn't your brain very smart?" Wuwei said lightly.

"Think of a way? Do you think it's so easy to think of a way?" Lan Chuya once again felt that his life was too hard, why did all these things have to be put on the table?

"Then you leave the sect." Wuwei's attitude of having nothing to do with himself made Lan Chuya want to beat him up.

"Get out!" Lan Chuya cursed, got up and left the attic.

He came to the big purple tree and used the sound transmission talisman to transmit the sound to Yun Ziqing, "Ziqing, are you free?"

Soon Yun Ziqing replied, and Lan Chuya reached out and grabbed the golden spirit butterfly that flew in front of him, "I was sent by Master to carry out a mission in the sect, and I will return after three days."

"He went on a mission? You won't be back until three days later?" Lan Chuya was dumbfounded, no one could help him now.

Frustrated, he returned to the small broken house, sat down at the low wooden square table made by Huang Lingshu, propped his chin and sighed, frowning.

"You can't ask for help, you have to finish it yourself, but according to his current ability, he can't do it at all. Could it be... this is a kind of test for him by the old man?" Lan Chuya's eyes lit up suddenly, and then he slapped his thigh, It must be so!

"Chuya, aren't you too optimistic?" Wuwei really didn't want to hit Lan Chuya, but the old man really only wanted Lan Chuya to farm the land and had no other meaning.