Therefore, although An Er was tired, he did not relax his vigilance. He did not forget why he appeared in this place.
You know, An Er works very hard, but his salary is very high, because behind him, there are countless people watching him, and no matter how tired he is, he will not slack off at all.
An Er sent a disciple who was dealing with official business away, and then started to register. Because there were too many people, he had to hurry up and register, but before he could raise his head, the disciple in charge of registration said: "Next time Please come to the front!"
"Under the sect of Elder Ouyang, in Xiaoyao Valley, fight Wuji!" The moment An Er raised his head, a soft shout suddenly came from An Er's ears.
"Zhan Tianmeng? Why is this name so familiar? I seem to have heard it somewhere!" An Er looked confused. He only felt that the word Zhan Wuji was familiar, but he didn't know where he had heard it.
Before An Er had time to remember where he had seen the words "Zhan Wuji", An Er saw a young man.
This little boy is wearing a close-fitting robe and a little hat on his head. He is not very old, but every move he makes is like a little adult. He is very cute!
However, when this scene fell in An Er's eyes, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him, making goosebumps all over his body.
It's that person! She finally understood why this name was so familiar.
In the distance, the fatigue on An Er's face disappeared without a trace. He began to wonder if he had offended him somewhere, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt that he had done nothing wrong.
But it was too late now. The other party seemed to have just arrived. Ye Xiao said a few words to him. Moreover, these few words were all polite and nothing serious.
With this thought, An Er's anxiety dissipated a lot.
It's not that An Er is afraid, but that this little guy is really scary. This little guy is responsible for what happened this time. Although An Er doesn't have any backer, he can become a member of this little guy. He said he had nothing to do with this little guy.
If it weren't for this brat causing trouble here, Hall Master Gongsun wouldn't have thought of rectifying the Hall of Merit, nor would he have made this shift worker so tired.
Without the old black money, their work is very tiring, and if they make mistakes, they will be punished. As long as they have some background, they will not be willing to do it.
In this way, it would be easier for ordinary people like An Er, who did not have any background, to benefit.
Although for some people with status, doing this task is very hard, with little benefit and little benefit, but for An Er, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Even if there is no benefit, the salary alone is enough for An Er to make a lot of money. Compared with before, his income is as high as heaven and earth.
And all of this was caused by this person. The story of those years has changed with the passage of time. Moreover, there are rumors recently that there is something wrong with this little devil's seed talisman, and he is afraid that it will be scrapped. .
However, An Er did not despise it because he had heard it said many times by Master Gongsun. The praise in the words and the regret of not being able to worship him were deeply imprinted in An Er's mind.
An Er has a simple mind. In his opinion, the person who can be admired so highly by Master Gongsun, who he admires so much, is definitely not an ordinary person. He must be a great person, and he will never be as bad as the rumors.
Withdrawing his thoughts, An Er looked at Zhan Wuji with a very complicated look, which was both worried and admiring. Although he had mixed feelings in his heart, An Er did not put down his work.
Forcibly suppressing the complicated emotions in his heart, An Er pretended to be calm and looked at Zhan Wuji and asked, "Senior brother, what are your orders? What reward and mission do you want?"
But An Er didn't notice. Although he tried his best to suppress his emotions and try to act normal, there was still a hint of unconscious respect in his tone. Even An Er didn't notice this.
Zhan Wuji looked at him in astonishment. This senior seemed a little afraid of him? How is this going? Am I that terrible?
It's impossible. Before I went out, I looked at myself in the mirror. He was obviously a cute little boy. Why was this eldest disciple afraid?
This kid completely forgot about what he did in the Hall of Merit. He beat them up, took off their clothes, and beat them up. In order to earn more spiritual stones, he made them both happy. There was a fight, but he ran up to them like nothing happened, without any psychological shadow at all, and even said that they were afraid of him!
Can you not be nervous? If you are still like before, just a rotating disciple, how can you resist? He didn't want to end up like those rotating disciples, being beaten and punished again!
Although he was confused, it did not stop him from being excited to get the crystal stone for the first time in his life. He cleared his throat and said calmly: "I want to get the spirit stone!"
Seeing that Zhan Wuji was not here to cause trouble, An Er was still a little nervous, but he immediately relaxed a lot. He began to check the information as usual, and then said:
"Xiaoyao Valley Zhan Wuji, when you registered in the Hall of Merit, you were at the tenth level of Qi training, and you only had ten spirit stones every month. Later, with the permission of the Lord Gongsun, you only had five hundred spirit stones every month. Five months have passed since you received it at once, and you can get 2,500 spiritual stones. How many and as many as you want?"
As An Er spoke, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he did not provoke the young man in front of him. Otherwise, his life in the Merit Hall would have been difficult. Instead of being angry, the master of the Gongsun Hall returned the favor. He has five hundred spiritual stones.
The subsidy of five hundred spirit stones is equivalent to the monthly subsidy of a Golden Elixir monk, and the master of Gongsun Hall actually paid this subsidy to himself five months in advance.
Lord Gongsun not only valued this person, but also valued this person's future and promoted him to the Golden Core realm. Doesn't this mean that in Lord Gongsun's eyes, this person is at least a Golden Core realm?
Realizing this, An Er's attitude became more polite. He might as well try to please anyone who could be favored by his boss. What's more, even if he had the courage, he wouldn't dare to provoke his boss.
You know, this guy treated three Qi-training disciples like children in five months. Five months passed by in a flash. Not long ago, there were rumors that planting a talisman could only be done by a foundation-building monk. An Er naturally knew that the other party's cultivation level must have improved a lot.
