"Humph, who are you looking down on with three cups? Let me give you a show of blowing three jugs in a row..." A tall, strong man laughed loudly, grabbed the jug and drank it from Gudong Gudong.

Everyone was in a commotion, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious. Except for Jiang Ming, Zhong Gui and a few other people who mastered the advanced mist and rain technique, there were actually not many real members of Lingzhi Hall.

Except for the medicine fields in the base camp that need to be taken care of occasionally, the spiritual rice fields and other chores are basically taken care of by casual cultivators...

Duan Ping and others take turns guarding the mountain gate, which is already the most arduous job... Sending a formal member to guard the gate can also show that they are serious about the work, and in case there is a high-level inspection of Xiaoqianshan, they can also be informed in advance

Welcome...

A thin, ordinary-looking young man sitting in the front seat smiled and raised his glass to Jiang Ming:

"Xiaojiang...are you still used to it after being here for more than half a year?"

"Aside from being a little busy, I'm surprisingly... I'm getting used to it quite well!"

Jiang Ming quickly stood up and retorted, "This man looks ordinary, but he is a major cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, the master of Lingzhi Hall, Huang Chu, who is probably over two hundred years old..."

"Okay, the essence of our Lingzhi Hall lies in the word 'busy'. If you can understand this, you have already entered the door..."

Huang Chu, however, had no airs about the foundation period at all, and said with a smile:

"Work hard. It's like being at home in Lingzhi Hall. You can do whatever you want. There won't be so much intrigue... We, a group of farmers, can't get along with each other."

Then comes a new round of changing cups and tasting delicious food...

"This Lingzhi Hall... is so damn busy!"

While Jiang Ming was eating and drinking, he was filled with emotion. It wasn't until he came in that he realized that there were rumors about Lingzhi Hall from the outside world. He was extremely busy every day, sorting out the information on the spiritual field, and doing various chores. Huang Chu was so angry that he smashed a mountain...

…It’s all fake!

All the rumors were spread by Hall Master Huang... Oh no, they were spread by the brothers of Lingzhi Hall... Even the elders at the top of Xiaoqianshan seemed to believe them.

They allocated a lot of funds and sent people to ask for help, for fear that Huang Chu would give up his job.

In fact, Huang Chu had already hired formation masters to handle those tasks fully automatically... He just sent someone to replenish the formation with spiritual stones every day.

Of course, being busy is not fake...especially at night...

Jiang Ming has been here for more than half a year and has already appraised the restaurants in Xiaoqianshan for no less than ten rounds... He suddenly realized that Lingzhi Hall didn't seem to be that good.

So poor, there seems to be a lot of money to be made from farming and selling rice...

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At the wine table, Feng He was already shouting:

"Let's go, time is tight tonight, the tasks are heavy, and we have to go to Miaoyin Pavilion... I will return the spiritual rice that whoever ordered, so I can be full without eating staple food!"

Feng He slapped the table and led everyone to the Miaoyin Pavilion to taste the sweet-scented osmanthus wine. There were three spiritual stones in a pot, and another worth thirty yuan...

The next morning, Jiang Mingcai returned to the cave feeling refreshed and refreshed. This is what he calls cultivating immortality!

…

A few days later, Duan Ping suddenly visited and gave Jiang Ming a storage ring.

"This is..." Jiang Ming was shocked. Although the storage ring is not a serious magic weapon, the lowest level one is worth more than 20 spiritual stones...

"Hey, the dividends from our Lingzhi Hall...your fellow seniors who have mastered the advanced mist and rain technique, after a year of hard work, are more than us. It's just that you have only been here for half a year, so you may be less than senior fellow Zhong Gui...

…”

Duan Ping winked, then quickly turned around and left, sending it to others.

"A year of hard work..." Jiang Ming looked at the storage ring in his hand with a strange look on his face.

Staying here at Lingzhi Hall... seems really nice.

Buzz~

Before Jiang Ming had time to check the storage ring, there was sudden movement outside the door.

He opened the door and saw a burly gray-haired man standing outside the door, walking around with a frown.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, what can I do?" Jiang Ming asked with a frown.

It was not long after he moved here that a neighbor who moved near him seemed to be a cash-strapped person and rented a cave of the lowest quality.

The two have met several times, but their friendship is not deep and they have never taken the initiative to visit each other.

When the gray-haired man saw Jiang Ming walking out, he quickly stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "There is an opportunity. I wonder if Fellow Daoist Jiang is interested..."

Hearing the word opportunity, Jiang Ming's body tightened instantly, wasn't it... I have only been stable for a few years.

"Where is the opportunity?" Jiang Ming asked tentatively.

"Right in the middle of Lihuo Domain..." the gray-haired man said quickly.

"Oh, I'm not going!" When Jiang Ming heard that this was not the turmoil in Xiaoqianshan, he immediately felt relieved. He turned his head and closed the door.

The gray-haired man was stunned. After a moment, he cursed a few words under his breath, snorted coldly, and turned around to leave...

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