The life of a supporting character is always so boring and boring.
Every day, Wang Qing drank the jade dew sent by the sect, lit the breath incense he bought at home, sat cross-legged on the warm jade futon, cultivated some feelings with the thirteen-yuan baby, and then started to run "Chongming Benevolence and Virtue Gong" , it lasts all night, and the barrier of Chongmai is about to be penetrated by water and stone.
After dawn, he came to his textile studio, practiced the "Thirteen Gu Heart Seals", and weaved Yuanxin yarn creakingly.
When the spirit is exhausted to the extreme, there is nothing left to do.
Then he began to practice the "Small Wuxiang Sword Controlling Technique" of Zhen Qi Luck, and increased the Qi to one hundred and eight Qiankun needles, making them look like clouds all over the sky, with a little murderous intention hidden in the flickering light and shadow, at any time. Rise violently.
And ever since he gained some incomprehensible insights, the "Sleeping Cicada Technique" has been operating all the time, covering him with majestic Qi like an ordinary disciple - this is probably the characteristic of Siming Mountain.
The master of Nascent Soul is hiding among a group of alchemy monks, and he never gets tired of dealing with a group of minor cultivators who are practicing Qi and building foundations every day.
Chen Feng, who has gained the honor of the ancient god, still works hard to serve his seven generations of disciples, distributing the quarterly elixirs, which are one or two bottles of sect Qi Gathering Pills, and also administering many trivial matters of justice.
Ye Fei, who had perfected the acquired sword body, was extremely low-key. People thought that he had not broken through the second level of Foundation Establishment and was still a young Foundation Establishment kid. Little did they know that this one had already traveled thousands of miles to kill the snake demons who had passed through the Dan Realm on the outskirts of the Manghuang Mountains.
Of course, there is also Wang Qing, although he is famous in the sect as the light of the weaving workshop.
But who knew that this foundation-building cultivator, whose cultivation was no less profound than that of the Tianjian Sect, had accumulated a lot of energy in the Sea of Chongmai, which made even the ancestors look at him with suspicion.
In addition to their commonalities, he also knew the great secrets of the sect very well. The people he interacted with were all ancestor-level figures, and the people he consulted and practiced were all ancient Qi practitioners. He could be considered a hidden high-level member of the sect.
As for the various new schoolbags, waistcoat trousers, spring red ointment, immortal pine pills, Bei Lingzhu, hundred flower nectar, and cold iron that are extremely popular among sects... the grocery tycoon behind all these naturally has no one. Know it's him.
Wang Qing put down the shuttle, looked at his pair of hands that had been covered at home for a long time and became more slender and white, and sighed.
An iron-gray ring appeared faintly on the index finger of his right hand.
"Who knew that I would save a mustard seed ring so early?"
Compared with the treasure bag, the mustard ring has a space of thirty to fifty square meters, which is very useful. At this time, it is filled to the brim.
This mustard seed ring is the only possession of a descendant of an ancestor from Qianfeng Ridge. It's just that the descendants didn't live up to expectations, and they didn't dare to use it if it was left in their hands, so it had to be dusted for a hundred years.
However, there was a young man in this generation who showed signs of a renaissance. In order to get involved in Tu Yunsheng's business, he decisively sold the mustard seed ring.
In the end, naturally, some inconspicuous things from Qianfengling were sold to Siming Mountain, Dantai Sect, Mingyue Sect, Baihua Valley, Qingyun Sect...
"Really, I didn't expect that."
The power of this "direct sales" model even shocked Wang Qing.
After he agreed to Tu Yunsheng's development of Ping Ziyue, he got out of control.
Ping Ziyue simply developed a deacon in the Danjie stage in Baihua Valley. As a third-grade sect, Danjie could not be called an elder, and could only have one deacon.
Tu Yunsheng also included the one from Qianfengling.
The deacon of Baihua Valley, on the other hand, got back on his feet and had an affair with Qingyun Sect, the sect of Siming Mountain.
During this process, Wang Qing was also confused. Tu Yunsheng and Ping Ziyue came to Siming Mountain to ask him if they encountered any problems. He just solved their doubts one by one based on the business experience of those who played tricks in his previous life.
But unknowingly, he became the spiritual leader of this network.
Every month, a steady stream of elixirs, precious medicines, spiritual fruits, and spiritual materials were delivered to his yard in Siming Mountain.
"I am about to change from Wang Xiaoqing, the richest man in the seventh generation, to Wang Daqing, the richest man in Siming Mountain."
Wang Qing couldn't help but cheer up, puffed up his chest, and thought about whether he could pay Mo Changchun to go to the Manghuang Mountains to kill a transformed monster for him.
Xiaochunzi is still very useful.
"What are you thinking about? You are smiling so obscenely?"
"..."
Wang Qing was speechless for a while. Mo Changchun didn't have the demeanor of a master at all, and he would appear in his workshop out of thin air from time to time. If he hadn't broken into the bedroom after all, Wang Qing would have used cold iron to tie himself a pair of underwear.
"Why does Zongzheng have time to come again?"
"It's business this time."
Wang Qing smiled slightly and said with a false compliment: "What did Zongzheng say? When did you ever do anything other than business?"
Mo Changchun actually looked a little serious when he talked about his business.
"The amount of special-grade yarn you send out every month is almost more than what the sect sends out."
coming!
He had known about this day since he noticed that the grocery store was getting bigger and bigger. If Siming Mountain really only has a group of pill-forming monks, it would be okay. But there are a bunch of Nascent Soul Ancestors hidden inside, and Wang Qing has no extravagant hope of hiding it.
However, his three-foot-long tongue was already ready with quibbling words.
"Ahem, Zongzheng, please listen to me give you a quibble...explanation."
Always careless! The days are still too leisurely.
"Just quibble."
Wang Qing laughed twice and then continued: "Zongzheng, who was formerly known as Elder Wang of Jiuyuan Mansion, spread false information during his lectures. What is his purpose?"
Mo Changchun blinked, his face not red, his heart not beating: "Of course it is for the sake of the great cause of the sect. With more people raising silkworms and weaving cloth, we can free up our hands to weave more diverse yarns."
"Of course!" Wang Qingjie exclaimed and looked at Mo Changchun with admiration: "Zongzheng has a public heart, and the sun and the moon can shine. Disciple, it is for this purpose that he worked hard, planned day and night, and finally achieved some results."
"Oh~~You earn so much, is it for the sect?"
Wang Qing pretended that he did not hear the ridicule, and nodded: "That's true! Zong Zheng doesn't know something. The best way for some people to achieve the goals they want is to stimulate their subjective initiative. .
Zong Zheng said that mulberry silkworms can train the spirit, which is also based on this consideration. However, spiritual cultivation is not intuitive enough after all. Those people may raise silkworms or weave cloth on impulse, but they cannot persist in it, so the effect is not effective.
But the disciple's method is different.
Zongzheng, if you want to go, have the thresholds of silkworm houses everywhere been broken down now? Are acres of mulberry gardens spread all over Siming Mountain? Is every weaving workshop overcrowded? In the monastery on the Seventh Realm Mountain, can you hear the creaking fairy sounds of labor day and night?
Do you, and your sect, still need to worry about the production of special grade yarn?
Moreover, the other sects knew very well why we were increasing production and thought we were secretly expanding our operations, but they couldn't possibly know that our true purpose was hidden deeper.
As for my disciple, with a little encouragement, I don’t have to worry every day and can devote myself wholeheartedly to the great cause of the weaving workshop. Now it takes half a month to weave a piece of Yuanxin yarn, and the quality is even better than Sesame Blossoms, which is no less than that of Professor Tang.
Seeing the sect's increasingly prosperous scene, disciple, disciple, every time I dream back at midnight, I can't help but wet my face with tears!
You raise silkworms, he grows mulberries, and I weave cloth. We all have a bright future! "
Mo Changchun felt that he had been convinced.
But after all, it was the ancestor of Nascent Soul who managed to stand firm: "It's a good argument, but is it just a little encouragement? The mustard ring has been used, and it can't be filled anymore, right?"
"The profit obtained is 30% for the sect!"
"Fifty percent!"
"strike!"
"Okay, 30%!"
"make a deal!"
Wang Qing couldn't help but show a look of heartache on his face. He was very sad and said in his heart: "I finally changed my ways and passed the bright road, and I can still get the big head. I'm really, really reluctant."
