"Zhao Qing, third level of Qi refining, miscellaneous spiritual roots, failed the assessment!"
The voice of the sect deacon spread through the spiritual formation and echoed throughout the Danxia Sect.
During the examination meeting for the outer disciples, there was a huge crowd. Thousands of servant disciples surrounded the huge square, feeling anxious.
No one cares who Zhao Qing is. After all, there are too few people who can pass the external examination. They can only imagine how they will dominate the Danxia Sect if they pass the examination.
Half a month later...
Zhao Qing finished his day's work and returned to Huozaofang carrying bundles of firewood.
"Brother, this is today's firewood, sixty pounds."
People were coming and going in Huozaofang, and the outer disciple who was in charge of the handyman disciples looked indifferent.
Zhao Qing paused and then said after careful consideration: "Senior brother, I am the handyman in Room 2 of No. 16 Courtyard C..."
The stern man in front of him was very young. He suddenly realized this and narrowed his eyes with a smile. "I know, Zhao Qing, right? Junior Brother Kong has already told me. Why, is there an estrangement from the junior brothers in the courtyard?"
Zhao Qing's face was filled with joy, he looked around and whispered: "Brother, you are joking, I have been in Huozaofang for more than ten years, and I am about to turn forty years old, but I have only reached the third level of Qi refining... this I’m afraid I won’t be able to meet the assessment standards of the outer sect in my lifetime.”
"That's why I plan to get married and have children so that I can have a wife... I can't live in the same place with my junior brothers." He added.
The stern young man is the disciple on duty stationed at Huozaofang in the outer sect. He is responsible for all aspects of the management of Huozaofang's handymen. His name is Wang Teng.
Wang Teng showed a clear smile and expressed his understanding. "Yes, you should have looked away. With so many handymen in Huozaofang, how many of them can finally enter the outer gate? I reached the seventh level of Qi Refining eight years ago, so the talent gap can be imagined. , cannot be compensated by so-called hard work.”
"It's just... there is no idle yard in Huozaofang anymore, so it's a bit difficult to deal with."
The handyman disciples usually live in a room with four people, and there are four rooms in each courtyard. However, there are also many married women and children who have single rooms, which are the privileges given by the outer disciples in the past.
Zhao Qing spent a lot of money to ask a friend to find Senior Brother Wang Teng. That friend used to be a handyman in Huozaofang, but he was more talented and passed the outer sect examination early.
He was silent at the moment, bending over and smiling, waiting for the next step.
Difficult? If it is difficult, it must be done, otherwise the other party will not let go. Besides, there is indeed no shortage of idle houses in Huozaofang.
Sure enough, Wang Teng soon continued to speak: "But it is not impossible. From the bottom of my heart, senior brother supports the handyman disciples in starting a family."
"Huozaofang will distribute three Qi Gathering Pills every month..."
Zhao Qing understood instantly and responded: "My talent is not very good, but I still have fifteen Qi Gathering Pills. I think with my senior brother's talent, the effect of taking them should be much better than mine."
Qi Gathering Pills are hard currency and are in demand during the Qi Refining Period. The sect will issue a fixed amount every month. If you want more, you can only buy them with spirit stones, and you also need contributions from the sect.
Zhao Qing had already made a plan, and it was right to give Wang Teng some benefits. After all, asking for help was the same in the past and present.
Wang Teng smiled and shook his head: "The Qi Gathering Pill is the foundation for my junior brother to settle down. How can he win love so easily? Is it possible that a bride does not need a betrothal gift to marry a wife?"
Zhao Qing's heart sank as he listened to the other party continue.
"In this way, senior brother is a good person and will fight to the end. Which junior sister do you like? Senior brother will help you to make peace with her, and I will ensure success immediately."
"As for the house, you don't have to worry too much. Senior brother can think of a solution here and it shouldn't be a big problem."
"It's just that after junior brother gets married, he should focus on his family. The path of cultivation is difficult and difficult. When that time comes..." Wang Teng smiled and said nothing.
Zhao Qing lowered his head and smiled, already knowing in his heart that he had a bigger appetite.
"I will deliver two Qi Gathering Pills to my senior brother on time every month."
"Hey, hey! Don't!" Wang Teng said: "This Huozaofang is not peaceful. If there is a conflict between the disciples, it is a trivial matter if the elixir is lost, but it will be bad if it hurts the junior brother."
"In this way, I will collect the elixir for you from now on, and you can come and get it from me when you have time. You can rest assured in Huozaofang. I, Wang Teng, will keep you and your wife safe for a day, how about that?"
Zhao Qing gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.
He had already taken a lot of Qi Gathering Pills, but they didn't have much effect. It would be nice to get some protection in exchange.
As a disciple of the Five Elements Miscellaneous Spiritual Roots, it was more difficult to build a foundation than to reach the sky. He had already given up hope.
Seeing Zhao Qing nod in agreement, Wang Teng took out a wooden sign from his sleeve and handed it into his hand.
"No. 60, D-shaped courtyard, there are four rooms in total, and they are all yours!"
"If you have time, you can buy some spiritual plant seeds and plant them. Wouldn't your life be comfortable?"
Zhao Qing thanked him repeatedly, took the wooden sign with both hands, and prepared to say goodbye and leave.
T-number sixty is the last courtyard. He knew that it was far away from the sect, at the very edge of Huozaofang, at the foot of Shouyun Mountain. He would pass there every day when cutting firewood.
"Wait, what if other senior brothers ask?"
Zhao Qing lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "Disciple Zhao Qing asked Senior Brother Wang to receive the Qi Gathering Pill on his behalf. What's wrong with that?"
Farewell to Queen Wang Teng.
Zhao Qing didn't even eat dinner and went straight back to the Sixteenth Courtyard of Bing Zi.
Now everyone is still working or eating, and there is no one in the yard. He returned to the room where he lived, packed up some sundries, and then left alone without notifying anyone.
After resurrecting his life, he knew better than anyone else that when he was weak, all relationships could only be maintained by profit.
Not to mention that everyone is a handyman disciple, so there is no need to notify.
In fact, Zhao Qing had already reached the second level of Qi refining when he was in his twenties. However, one step at a time would lead to a mountain, especially his own spiritual roots, which was a huge obstacle. He also secretly encouraged a few words: Don’t bully young people into poverty. .
But looking at it, he is thirty-nine years old this year. He is an orphan and has no care in this world. In a few decades, he will be nothing more than a handful of loess.
When you travel to another world, you always have to leave something behind.
In the end, he decided to get a wife, have children, and live a long life.
In his previous life, he had an accident before graduating from college. In this life, he has been single ever since. When it comes to marrying a wife... this is also his first time.
Danxia Sect has thousands of servant disciples, including many female cultivators, but Zhao Qing has no intention of choosing a cultivator as his wife, and she is probably not willing to marry him.
In this Huozaofang for more than ten years, he has long been accustomed to seeing all kinds of bloody plots. Some female cultivators betrayed their lust for profit, and some even turned against their Taoist companions. It was everywhere.
At this moment, Zhao Qing took advantage of the fact that it was still dark, and after placing his belongings in the Dingzi Mohao courtyard, he went down the mountain to the town closest to Danxia Sect.
Danxia City is the sect's private land, and most of the people living there are casual cultivators, but there are also many mortals who make a living here. The inner disciples are on duty in rotation, and there is no so-called curfew.
Generally, the casual cultivators who come to live in Danxia City are mostly suffering from strange diseases or poisoning, and they plan to look for opportunities here to buy or exchange the elixirs they need with the disciples of the sect, so large-scale conflicts rarely break out.
After providing his identity wooden sign, Zhao Qing entered the city easily.
Most of the people walking on the streets are monks, and few mortals take to the streets during this time.
He first walked two streets back and forth in the city, then turned into a pill shop in a deserted place and exchanged ten Qi Gathering Pills for ten spirit stones. In fact, normal sales in the alchemy workshop can sell for twenty spiritual stones, but... the black slave price is, and it is recycled at a low price, there is no way.
With these ten spirit stones, plus some remaining ones, it will be enough for the next period of time.
After leaving Danfang, Zhao Qing went straight to Huanyu Pavilion. He had greeted the matchmaker here long in advance.
As soon as I entered the door, I heard a sweet cry.
"Hey, Fellow Daoist Zhao, I've been waiting for you to come. How are you thinking about it? The sister from the second level of Qi Refining last time was pretty good, and she was pretty, not to mention slim. The most important thing was that she was talented. Early thirties.”
Zhao Qing smiled and nodded. He noticed that there were still a few casual cultivators in the lobby, so he said nothing.
The matchmaker's surname is Xu. She is very good at observing people's words and expressions. She has a plump figure and a slim waist, and her walk is very eye-catching.
She smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist, come with me." After saying that, she stood up and opened the door of the compartment. She turned back and blinked at Zhao Qing. The steps above her head trembled slightly, attracting the side glances of the casual cultivators.
Zhao Qing ignored his thoughts and followed him into the cubicle before speaking: "Remember what Daoist Xu mentioned last time that Huan Yu Pavilion has a lot of resources for mortal women?"
Matchmaker Xu showed a look of surprise and opened and closed her red lips: "My Taoist friend is marrying the first wife, how can a mortal woman be worthy of you? After you build the foundation, your life expectancy will increase...not suitable, not suitable."
"And the betrothal gift for female cultivators in the early stage of Qi refining is only about fifty spirit stones. You can save it in a few years," she added.
Foundation building?
Am I worthy?
Zhao Qing smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Zhao is just a handyman disciple with poor talent. He has no intention of becoming an immortal. All he needs is to find someone who knows his heart. I will pay ten spirit stones for this."
This is the price he has inquired about long ago.
When matchmaker Xu heard this, she immediately smiled brightly and showed a very professional look: "In this case, I will first take fellow Taoists to see the jade slips of several women."
In fact, there is another reason why Zhao Qing does not want to marry a monk: he is afraid of trouble.
Monks need to practice and need resources, not to mention the huge expenses, and they need to fight for many things... in short, it is not very stable.
Moreover, given his age and cultivation level, normal female cultivators would not look down on him, so why bother asking for trouble?
Without the big barrier of becoming a monk, Zhao Qing quickly met the woman he liked.
Wang Shuyue.
He is not tall, his father is missing, and his mother is no longer alive. His face is a little cold, but his delicate facial features cannot be concealed. After chatting for a while, Zhao Qing quickly made a decision.
Sometimes the first impression is really important, although Wang Shuyue is not the most beautiful, nor is she a monk, nor does she have parents.
But these are not problems. A gentle and quiet personality is enough. Even if she is not dressed up, there is only one word for Zhao Qing: exquisite.
With the blessing of the first impression, even her inappropriate age of eighteen was ignored by Zhao Qing. Although the age gap was a bit big... but it was manageable.
Two days later, twenty or thirty servant disciples gathered at the foot of Shouyun Mountain in the east of Huozaofang, all coming to attend the wedding banquet.
Everyone is from Huozaofang, and there is no shortage of ingredients and cooks, so it's okay to make do.
It is worth mentioning that Senior Brother Wang Teng, who was on duty this month, came over to have a glass of wine, which made many handyman disciples speculate.
It's night, and the candle shadow dances wildly on the window paper.
Wang Shuyue, who wore a red hijab, was tense. She would follow the middle-aged man in front of her for the rest of her life, which made her even more nervous.
After all, she was marrying an immortal master from Danxia Sect. The immortal master was moody, which made her feel uneasy.
Zhao Qing closed the door of the courtyard concierge, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the bride's hijab. Wang Shuyue was in her prime, with very lively eyebrows and long eyelashes, but her eyes were a little evasive, and her face was red. .
"Husband...husband."
Zhao Qing sat down next to her and blew out the candles.
"Wait!" Wang Shuyue said suddenly.
"Um?"
The girl stood up, opened her small bag, took out five spiritual stones, and slowly placed them on the table, arranged very neatly.
"From now on, Shuyue will be her husband's. Whether she lives or dies depends on her husband. The money they give is of little use. It is better to subsidize the family. I will plant the seeds my husband bought tomorrow... I will clean up the house in the west. Come out and use it as a kitchen, just tell me what you want to eat."
Zhao Qing was a little surprised when he saw the familiar spirit stone on the table, but more of a sigh: "Okay, madam, do you have anything else to say?"
Wang Shuyue, dressed in wedding clothes, walked slowly to the couch and said with a shy face, "Please have mercy, husband."
This night.
The two discussed calligraphy and painting, and Lao Lang penetrated the new rice paper without any effort and painted a bright picture of the first blooming peach blossoms.
Early the next morning, Zhao Qing slowly woke up and saw his young wife sleeping next to him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. This was his first time as a husband in two lives, and his burden would be even heavier in the future.
Suddenly, a curtain of light appeared in front of him, ethereal and ethereal.
[Gain alchemy experience: 35]
[Alchemist: Elementary low-grade (35/200)]
[Single experience: 5]
…
"???"
Plug-in? script? Plug-in? Goldfinger? what did I do!
Was it last night...?
Zhao Qing was in a daze and was a little sluggish for a while. After traveling through time for decades, I finally waited for this day.
He stood up without changing his expression, took a drink of water, and packed the equipment he needed to bring when going out for work. After carefully checking the panel again to confirm that it was not an illusion, he showed uncontrollable joy.
It was really like a dream, so magical that he couldn't even believe it.
There is nothing I can do about it. I have been miserable in the past few decades.
