After explaining things in the morning, I went to chop wood.

Everyone originally wanted her to rest, but when they saw her starting to work non-stop, they felt heartbroken and blamed themselves.

Which sect's Immortal Lord is not Yuye Jinke, who is so noble and noble? His own Immortal Lord is so good-looking and so weak, why does he only do menial work like fetching water and chopping firewood?

Isn’t it all for them?

Everyone couldn't help but speed up their movements, thinking that if they lived up to their expectations, the Immortal Lord wouldn't have to work so hard.

In fact, Zhuchen didn't feel very tired, and he could get used to the Hanxu Sword while splitting wood.

Not everyone can control a magical weapon like Hanxu. Even Zhuchen could sometimes feel that the sword resisted her and it was not flexible to control.

She is now looking forward to the skill [Walking on the Wind] in the system reward. It sounds like it should be a kind of sword control. If it works, it will make a lot of money.

With her peerless magic weapon and Feng Buye's sharp sword intent, wouldn't she be able to overtake in a corner instantly and become the world's leading swordsman?

Zhuchen was having wonderful thoughts, but without noticing, Feng Changyin finished chipping away at the wood that Feng Changyin had brought back.

Not all wood is strong enough and suitable for building houses and making beds. Moreover, if the surrounding trees are cut down, the scenery will be too unsightly. Therefore, these woods were specially chosen by Feng Changyin to fly far away.

It was moved back after the hardness passed.

I sorted out the processed wooden boards in the morning and found that I did a good job, the thickness was even and the blades were flat, and I would be able to become an excellent carpenter in a short time.

Wuniang's side is also progressing very smoothly. A lot of down has been picked out and carefully packed into the bag on the side. Looking at the size, a quilt has come out.

Zhuchen's mind was filled with excitement, and he began to look forward to the feeling of falling asleep with chicken feathers in his arms at night. He just didn't know why Feng Changyin hadn't come back yet. With his speed, he should just slurp.

Feng Changyin is now squatting at the entrance of Yuyuan City, holding his long sword and waiting patiently for someone.

He had already come once this afternoon and made a grand appearance, so the two monks guarding the city recognized him.

When the two of them saw him appearing again, they jumped up and almost became immortals on the spot.

Feng Changyin specializes in martial arts. Although he is still young, he has already made some achievements in his cultivation.

The young man only briefly tested his cultivation today, but they were almost injured by the heavy sword energy around him. The suppression from the realm made them uncontrollably succumb to fear and wanted to retreat.

At this time, Feng Changyin's youth not only did not make them feel relieved, but actually became an even more terrifying thing.

What does the monk who teaches the way of killing rely on to cultivate the way? Of course, he should kill him.

To slay demons is to kill, and to compete with fellow warriors is also to kill.

The most indispensable thing among the monks who specialize in killing is perverts. These people act wantonly and wildly without giving any reason.

They looked at the wind and chanted, with chills running down their spines, secretly thinking how many people would they have to kill to achieve this level of cultivation at such a young age?

The two of them were trembling with fear, but Feng Changyin smiled warmly when he saw that they looked familiar.

His smile made the monk guarding the gate almost roll his eyes and have a heart attack.

Be sure not to attract his attention.

And never challenge his meager self-control.

When Feng Changyin saw the two men acting strangely, he didn't care and walked straight through them, trying to get in between them.

The young man on the left came to his senses and bravely stopped him: "Young... Young hero, you can't enter the city,"

His trembling voice sounded like he might cry in the next second.

Feng Changyin stared at him for a while, then raised his hand and touched his face, wondering if he looked so powerful now?

What the young man saw was the young man rubbing his chin, then showing an evil and sycophantic smile.

Both of them trembled, and when they were about to beg for mercy, they heard the person in front of them ask: "Why?"

"Today you..." the young man said with a sad face, "you have left a hole in our city gate and broke the rules. If we let you in, the people of the sect will punish us."

They are just the lowest monks of Yu Yuan Sect, so they were sent to guard the gate. Their cultivation is only slightly better than ordinary people. Neither side can afford to offend, so they can only be cautious.

Feng Changyin looked over where he pointed and found that the hole was left by him casually inserting the Hanxu Sword into the ground today.

I didn't control the strength well and cut deeper.

Feng Changyin immediately turned his wrist to pick a sword flower, and a few swishing sounds sounded smoothly. He raised his eyes and asked: "What are you doing? Do you want me to make up for you?"

He really planned to mend the hole. After all, he felt a little guilty, so why didn't he take out all the swords? It should be almost enough to loosen the hole and then stamp it firmly.

It's just that the senior sister is still waiting for him, and she doesn't know how much time she will waste.

The two people opposite were caught by the flash of light on his sword, and the blood on their faces faded, as if there was an extra scar on their necks, and they quickly shouted: "No, no, no!"

Feng Changyin said unhappily: "Then what do you want to do?"

It's not okay to pay for it, he doesn't have it.

Feng Changyin took the lead: "The worst we can do is fight!"

That's what Pu Fengshan is like, whoever loses is responsible for cleaning up the mess. After all, as cultivators, they rely on their fists to speak.

The young man covered his mouth and moaned uncontrollably.

Feng Changyin:??

Isn’t that true? This is what senior sister calls porcelain!

"I want to go in to buy something!" Feng Changyin said anxiously, "If you don't let me in, I won't be able to make it in time!"

The young man's breath stagnated, and he suggested tremblingly: "What do you want to buy, young hero? How about I help you buy it?"

Feng Changyin asked doubtfully: "How do I know if you will come up with something bad to fool me?"

The young man wished he could give his heart to him: "Young men don't dare! Young hero...Senior, you have a sharp eye, who dares to deceive you?"

Feng Changyin thought about it for a moment and said, "That's okay." Then he reported the list of items Zhuchen had ordered.

He took out the money from his arms and handed it over: "This is just the silver."

The young man held the copper coins in his hands and felt extremely hot.

Feng Changyin squinted his eyes and warned: "You tell me, don't try to take advantage of me."

The young man savored these words carefully, looked at each other with his companions, and ran into the city like flying.

Hence the previous scene.

Feng Changyin yawned, lost patience, and stood up.

The young man hasn't come out yet, and the senior sister will become anxious if she waits any longer.

He lingered at the door, looking inside one by one. The monk left behind was covered in cold sweat and did not dare to speak.

Finally, the young man from before pushed a wooden cart and rushed out panting.

"Senior! Senior, everything you want is ready!"

He ran with his clothes disheveled, as if there was an evil spirit chasing behind him.

Feng Changyin lowered his head and looked at the things on the cart, and said in surprise: "So much? But I don't have any extra money."

The young man bent down and said, "They are all given as gifts!"

"You sent it to me?" Feng Changyin asked, "Why did you send it to me?"

"Because of you..." the young man said in a hoarse voice, "because I feel happy when I see you."

Feng Changyin also felt that he was quite lovable. He couldn't help but look at the young man a few more times, and said with a simple smile: "My master said, don't refuse the kindness of others. In this case, I accepted it. Recently, I have

Come on, I’ll give you a gift next time we meet.”

How dare the young man accept it? He euphemistically wished: "It would be nice if I didn't need the juniors in the future."

Feng Changyin smiled and said: "You are so polite."

He thought that the monks of the Yu Yuan Sect were all a bunch of losers, but it turned out that there were some kind-hearted people, but they were just miserable and had a flattering personality.

He put everything on his long sword, waved his hand and said goodbye to the young man. Seeing the young man's reluctant tears, he even wanted to take him back to Chaowen and introduce him to his senior sister.

Okay next time, senior sister is too busy recently.

When Zhuchen and Zhang Shiwen were installing the wooden bed, Feng Changyin finally came back.

He had a bunch of things tied behind him, a can on his head, and he was flying leisurely on his sword.

"Senior Sister," he shouted with a face that lived up to expectations, "I'm back!"

When Zhuchen looked at his equipment, he felt something was wrong.

Feng Changyin jumped down from above holding the cans, and moved his goods down one by one under the curious eyes of everyone.

There were only two cans of salt and honey, as well as a small can of vegetable oil, and a lot of other food. I also bought the bed sheets and quilt covers that I had agreed to in Zhuchen, and I wisely bought three sets.

Duoduo is a big family, so the supplies became abundant in an instant.

Zhuchen was dumbfounded, and after a while he asked: "Junior brother, where did you get the money?"

Feng Changyin handed the milk in his arms to Wu Niang and said generously: "Give it to my brother!" Then he turned around and replied to Zhuchen: "You gave it to me."

Zhuchen asked anxiously: "How much did you pay?"

Feng Changyin blinked: "I'm done. Isn't that what you meant?"
To be continued...