In any case, Huoyundao Palace showed its sincerity, which also made Su Fan feel a lot more comfortable.
But just because of this, if you want him to work for the sect, don't even think about it.
No one can make Su Fan work hard except himself.
Now that they have entered the inner gate, it is obviously inappropriate to stay in the outer fighting team.
Several Jindan masters from Huoyundao Palace specifically consulted Su Fan and wanted to know his wishes.
Without thinking, Su Fan chose the tool-making workshop at the back, and also made a request, that is, he did not want the sect to reveal his identity.
This request also made several Jindan masters of the sect very happy.
For an ordinary monk, faced with such a great honor, it would be difficult for him to stay in the workshop in anonymity like Su Fan and make weapons steadily.
This kind of indifference to fame and fortune alone has surpassed most of the disciples in this sect.
In fact, these people really think too much.
The reason why Su Fan chose the tool-making workshop was simply to make it easier for him to harvest the wool from Huoyundao Palace.
And being anonymous has nothing to do with being indifferent to fame and fortune.
He really doesn't care about his reputation, but he feels guilty even if he gets a penny less.
Su Fan's nature is such that he prefers traveling at night in rich clothes to returning home in rich clothes.
Isn't it good to make a fortune in silence?
Faced with Su Fan's wishes and requirements, several Jindan masters from Huoyun Dao Palace immediately made arrangements.
The Zongwu Hall of Huoyundao Palace chose a place for him.
This place is not bad, it is in a small city not far from the defense line.
The next day, after learning that he was leaving soon, Su Fan met with Tang Fei and asked him to continue selling evil spirit bones inside the door.
During this period, with the evil spirit bone in his hands, Tang Fei accumulated a lot of connections in Huoyun Dao Palace.
He is preparing to take the next step and promote the evil spirit bones to all major sects on the entire front line. By then, the sales of evil spirit bones will usher in a leap.
Su Fan didn't give any opinion on Tang Fei's strategy.
Anyway, there are plenty of evil spirit bones. They were all picked up on the battlefield and cost nothing. He can do whatever he wants with them.
After separating from Tang Fei, Su Fan came to the pavilion where Qingyu Zhenren was.
He walked into the monastery on the second floor and saw the old man making tea there, as if he already knew he was coming.
"Here, come sit down and try my spiritual tea..."
Su Fan smiled and sat cross-legged opposite Master Qingyu.
The old man took out a simple wooden box from the ring and handed it to Su Fan.
"Look at this tea, it's not bad..."
Su Fan took the wooden box and opened it. There was a layer of frost inside, and the tea leaves exuded a light and refreshing aura.
Just after smelling it, he felt refreshed and his body seemed to be in a state of ecstasy. It was actually much better than the "Lingyun Yulu" he drank last time.
"Uncle Master, you are willing to give this..."
Master Qingyu shook his head with emotion after hearing this, with a trace of nostalgia on his face.
"When I was a casual cultivator, I was running around for a few spiritual stones every day. How could I have the time to drink tea? Later, I worked hard to get to where I am today, and I imitated others and started drinking this stuff."
After finishing speaking, the old man smiled as if he was self-deprecating and said, "I have always been reluctant to drink this tea, so I want you to try it today..."
He placed the teapot on the ancient red clay stove, flicked his finger, and a beam of fire flew out, igniting the spiritual charcoal.
The teapot was slowly simmering on the red clay stove, but after half a stick of incense, he took out two teacups, very simple and unpretentious.
These two tea cups may seem inconspicuous, but they are definitely good things.
Master Qingyu put a piece of tea leaf into the cup. The tea leaf was as flat as a palm, slender and straight, with a color as green as dripping emeralds, and the bottom of the leaf was dense with blossoms.
Su Fan knows his stuff, and this tea is definitely rare and good.
The old man picked up the boiling teapot and poured water into the ancient teacup.
The cup is not high and is full when you pour water into it.
The tea and water blend together, and a fragrance fills the air.
The tea leaves in the cup stretch out, and only brown amber can be seen, like an orchid in an empty valley.
The boiling water rolls, and a dense cloud of fresh air spreads out. A cloud of dense fresh air rises, swaying like an umbrella cover, and lingers for a long time.
"Drink, have a taste of this tea, you'll be so impressed..."
Su Fan picked up the simple tea cup with both hands, then put it to his mouth and took a sip.
The tea soup is clear in color, take a sip, and the slightly hot tea soup enters the throat and immediately turns into a fragrant body fluid, which makes people have endless aftertaste.
Immediately afterwards, Su Fan felt a refreshing and refreshing flow into his belly, and a faint spiritual energy flowed to his limbs and veins.
Su Fan's body was shaken and he couldn't describe the feeling.
He closed his eyes and experienced it carefully, with a look of intoxication on his face.
Unknowingly, there was a glimmer of sweat on my forehead, and I felt comfortable all over, as if I was feeling like I was floating in the air with the wind blowing from my armpits.
After a long time, Su Fan finally calmed down and took a deep breath.
“Good tea…”
Master Qingyu smiled and placed the simple wooden box in front of Su Fan.
"Now that you're gone, I don't have anything to give you. This tea is still reasonable, so take it..."
Although the old man's face was dull, Su Fan could feel a strong sense of reluctance.
"Uncle, you are so willing..."
"Stop talking nonsense, don't pull me down, I still..."
Before the old man could finish speaking, Su Fan had already put the wooden box into the ring at an incredible speed.
Master Qingyu was stunned, then pointed at him with a wry smile.
"You brat, you have quick hands..."
Nonsense, can you hurry up?
Su Fan already felt that the old man regretted it a little.
If you go any slower, the tea will be gone.
Just after taking a sip, Su Fan felt several years younger.
If he doesn’t want this tea, then isn’t he an idiot?
No, I have to leave quickly.
Thinking of this, Su Fan quickly stood up and bowed respectfully to Master Qingyu.
"Uncle Master, thank you..."
After he finished speaking, he turned around to leave, but was stopped by the old man.
"Take these two cups too..."
Su Fan was not polite after hearing this. He came over and put away the two cups.
"These two cups have been with me for many years. Do you want..."
Before the old man could finish speaking, Su Fan had disappeared. He was not that artistic.
Master Qingyu looked at Su Fan's back and was so angry.
"This brat..."
Su Fan left Master Qingyu's pavilion and came to the nearby teleportation array. With a flash of light, he had disappeared into the array.
When he opened his eyes again, Su Fan had appeared in another teleportation formation.
Until this moment, he was relieved.
Just now, Su Fan was really afraid that the old man would chase him out. Taking advantage of him made him feel sore all over.
He walked out of the formation and looked around.
The market is not big, and is located in a valley with pleasant scenery. A small street paved with stone slabs extends to the innermost part of the valley.
This place is called "Nine Stars Square" and it belongs to the sphere of influence of a certain Immortal Sect.
Nowadays, Fangshi has become the residence of Huoyundao Palace. Rows of shops on both sides of the street are closed, and the people on the street are all disciples wearing the standard robes of Huoyundao Palace.
"I met my uncle..."
Several qi training disciples in the sect saw Su Fan and quickly bowed and paid homage.
Su Fan smiled at them and said, "Where is the resident Zongwu Hall?"
A delicate girl said quickly: "Uncle, let me take you there..."
Su Fan followed you girl and came to the outside of a luxurious shop. Now the place has been requisitioned by the sect.
"Uncle, the resident deacon is upstairs..."
"Thank you……"
Su Fan thanked the reserved girl, turned around and walked into the shop. When the disciples in the lobby saw him, they all saluted him.
He waved to these young disciples as a greeting, and then stepped up to the second floor.
Su Fan met a Foundation Establishment Deacon here and the only Foundation Establishment disciple in Jiuxingfang City.
The other party didn't know Su Fan's identity. Although he was polite on the surface, he could still feel a slight alienation.
He didn't care either, it was actually quite good.
"Jiuxingfang" belongs to the rear area of the battlefield, and the weapon-making workshop is filled with Qi-training disciples from the sect.
Su Fan's arrival did not attract their attention, thinking that it was just an ordinary transfer arrangement by the sect.
Under the leadership of two deacon disciples, Su Fan came to his cave in Jiuxingfang City.
Because in the rear area, the conditions in Fangshi are pretty good, and the foundation-building deacons here can all be assigned an independent cave.
The cave is located in the deepest part of the valley, passing through a narrow mountain road, and the dense forest next to it gradually becomes darker.
There are scattered branches and old trees, and the forest is quiet and quiet. Although the sun is shining brightly outside, it is blocked by the branches and leaves and cannot get in.
Through the gap in the dense forest, I could vaguely see a few thatched cottages built in a small courtyard surrounded by a fence under a rock wall in front of me, and there was a faint sound of water.
Follow the direction of the sound of water and continue walking along the mountain path.
Gradually, the sound of water became louder and louder. After passing through a section of woods, the view suddenly broadened.
Looking at it, Su Fan thought of the poem by the ancients in his previous life.
Mountain darkly, vista.
Between the lush woods on both sides, a small stream slowly flows down from the mountain stream. The water of the stream is clear, with white flowers splashing in the corners of several rugged rocks.
Su Fan took a deep breath, and the rich spiritual energy made him feel relaxed and happy.
"This place is nice..."
The environment here is deep and full of spiritual energy. The only drawback may be that it is a bit remote and far away from the main street of Fangshi.
Maybe it was a place specially arranged by the foundation-building senior brother. The cave is so far away from Fang City, so there are not many opportunities to meet him on weekdays.
Because it was far away from Fangshi, the foundation-building senior brother specially arranged two Qi training disciples for him to serve him on a daily basis.
Su Fan smiled and shook his head, not caring what the other person thought.
When he came here, he just wanted to stay comfortably. He had no intention of grabbing power and profit at all. He could just let others think what he wanted.
There are only three thatched cottages in the fenced yard, but the area of each house is quite large.
The thatched cottage looks simple, but in fact it is built with great care. Both the materials and the workmanship are very exquisite, and many details inside the house are full of ingenuity.
Under this simple appearance, there is an ultra-luxurious experience hidden.
It can be seen from the location of the cave that the original owner here did not like to join in the fun, and he was also a very particular person.
(End of chapter)
