Living in the world of cultivation

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 remain anonymous like Su Fan in the workshop and make weapons in a down-to-earth manner.

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 pretty good, located 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 bones 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 have a taste of 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 saying this, the old man laughed 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 dense leaves at the bottom.

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 able to see it..."

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 was a little regretful.

If he was any slower, the tea would be gone.

Su Fan felt several years younger after taking a sip just now.

If he didn't want this tea, wouldn't he be a fool?

No, he had to leave quickly.

Thinking of this, Su Fan hurriedly stood up and respectfully saluted Qing Yu Zhenren.

"Master, thank you..."

He turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by the old man.

"Take these two cups too..."

Su Fan didn't hesitate to listen, he walked over and put the two cups away.

"These two cups have been with me for many years, you must..."

Before the old man finished speaking, Su Fan had disappeared, he was not so literary.

Qing Yu Zhenren looked at Su Fan's back and was so angry that he choked.

"This stinky boy..."

Su Fan left Qing Yu Zhenren'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 already appeared in another teleportation formation.

It was not until this time that he was relieved.

Just now, Su Fan was really afraid that the old man would chase him out. This advantage made him feel sore all over.

He walked out of the formation and looked around.

The market is not big. It 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 "Jiuxingfang" and belongs to the sphere of influence of a certain immortal sect.

Now the market has become the residence of Huoyun Dao Palace. The rows of shops on both sides of the street are closed, and the people on the street are all disciples wearing Huoyun Dao Palace standard robes.

"Hello, uncle..."

Several Qi training disciples in the sect saw Su Fan and hurriedly bowed to pay homage.

Su Fan smiled at them and said, "Where is the resident sect hall?"

A pretty girl hurriedly said, "Uncle, I'll take you there..."

Su Fan followed the girl and came to the outside of a luxurious shop, which has now been requisitioned by the sect.

"Uncle, the resident steward uncle is upstairs..."

"Thank you..."

Su Fan thanked the girl with a reserved face and turned to walk into the shop. The disciples in the lobby saluted him when they saw him.

He waved to these young disciples as a greeting, and then walked up to the second floor.

Su Fan met a foundation-building steward here, who was also the only foundation-building disciple in Jiuxingfang City.

The other party did not know Su Fan's identity. Although he was very polite on the surface, he could still feel a slight alienation.

He didn't care. In fact, it was good.

"Jiuxingfang" was the rear of the battlefield. The weapon-making workshop was full of Qi-training disciples from the sect.

Su Fan's arrival did not attract their attention, thinking it was just an ordinary transfer arrangement of the sect.

Under the guidance of two deacon disciples, Su Fan came to his cave in Jiuxing Market.

Because the conditions in the market are not bad in the rear, the foundation-building deacons here can be assigned an independent cave.

The cave is located in the deepest part of the valley. After passing through a narrow mountain road, the dense forest next to it gradually became deeper.

The twisted branches are scattered, the old trees are uneven, and the forest is quiet and quiet. Although the sun is in the sky outside, it is blocked by the branches and leaves and cannot fall in.

Through the gaps in the dense forest, I vaguely saw a few thatched huts in the small courtyard surrounded by the fence under a rock wall in front, and a faint sound of water came.

Following the direction of the sound of water, I continued to walk along the mountain road.

Gradually, the sound of water became louder and louder. After passing through a section of woods, the vision suddenly opened up.

Looking over, Su Fan thought of the poem of the ancients in his previous life.

There seems to be no way out, but there is another village after seeing the willows and flowers.

Between the dense and lush woods on both sides, a stream flows slowly down from the mountain stream. The stream water is clear, and white flowers splash in the cracks of several jagged rocks.

Su Fan took a deep breath, and the rich spiritual energy made him feel relaxed and happy.

"This place is not bad..."

The environment here is deep and full of spiritual energy. The only disadvantage may be that it is a bit remote and far from the main street of the market.

It may be a place specially arranged by the senior brother who builds the foundation. The cave is so far away from the market, and there are not many opportunities to meet him on weekdays.

Because it is far from the market, the senior brother who builds the foundation also specially arranged two Qi training disciples for him to serve him on weekdays.

Su Fan smiled and shook his head, not caring about the other party's thoughts at all.

He came here just to stay comfortably, without any thoughts of grabbing power and profit, and let others think whatever they want.

There are only three thatched houses in the fenced yard, but each house is quite large.

The thatched house looks simple, but it is actually built with great care. Both the materials and the craftsmanship are very sophisticated, and many details in the house are ingenious.

Under this simple appearance, there is a super luxurious experience.

From the location of the cave, it can be seen that the original owner here is also a person who does not like to join in the fun, and he is also a very particular person.