My Fairy Clone Traveling Through the Eight Wastelands

In the early morning, the sun shines vigorously, and the golden morning light pierces the clouds, carrying light and heat, illuminating the earth.

There is a two-story bluestone building on the mountainside of Lian Qingfeng, and there is a small courtyard around the outside of the small building, where some plants, vegetables and fruits are planted, which is very elegant and elegant, this is Zhang Yuan's residence in Yunmengzong.

Because Zhang Yuan is a core disciple, this entire mountain peak belongs to him, and the miscellaneous disciples live at the foot of the mountain, and they will arrange for people to come to clean, tidy up, and prune the flowers and trees outside the house every day, so even if he doesn't clean it himself, the environment of the small building is not dirty.

The miscellaneous disciples were cleaning in the courtyard, most of them were monks in the quenching period, and helping the high-level disciples deal with the sundries could obtain contributions from the sect.

Zhang Yuan was running the Yunqing Heart Method in the house, and the room was engraved with an isolation array, so he didn't have to worry about the miscellaneous servants disturbing him.

During this time, in addition to recovering his divine soul, he also successfully built a foundation before stabilizing the realm.

After a Sunday, Zhang Yuan let out a sigh and slowly opened his eyes.

Feeling that the spiritual power in his body was much larger than that of the Qi refining period, he was a little helpless.

It's too little, it's too little compared to Ling Qingjue's boundless spiritual power, and the quality is also 108,000 miles behind.

The perception of the body is also more than a step worse, if Ling Qingjue's senses are high-definition uncensored, his side is equivalent to 800 degrees of myopia and seeing the world through frosted glass.

The sense of disparity is not a little bit.

However, Zhang Yuan also knew that the meal had to be eaten one bite at a time, and the road had to be taken step by step, only by making his soul stronger, Ling Qingjue's side could exert more powerful strength.

Walking out of the small building and looking at the rising sun, Zhang Yuan stretched his waist.

"Hello Senior Brother Zhang!"

"Hello Senior Brother Zhang!"

The greetings of the miscellaneous disciples came from his ears, and Zhang Yuan smiled and returned the salute one by one.

In his previous life, he lived in a society governed by the rule of law where everyone was equal, so he didn't demand them too strictly, just let them do their own thing.

Of course, the miscellaneous disciples also respected him very much, and once Zhang Yuan heard that they had a private competition in order to come here to clean up.

Thinking about it, it's strange that no one is staring at such an easy way to obtain sect contributions.

There are many monks in the sect who rely on cultivation to feel that they are superior to others and do not take low-level disciples in their eyes.

On Zhang Yuan's side, they don't have to be harshly criticized.

Zhang Yuan looked at them and recalled that he was only ten years old when he was just starting out, but he was much more miserable than them.

Not only did he do the work of miscellaneous labor, but he also had to squeeze out time to cultivate, and he really worked hard to become a disciple of Wu Huaimeng at that time.

Shizun probably doesn't even remember the child he saved from the demon's mouth many years ago.

Who knows.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he slowly went out of the door, and the master let his soul recover from the past trip.

The spiritual power turned on his back to destroy the unsheath of the blade sword "��", and flew in front of Zhang Yuan and stopped.

This is the sword technique that he has just learned to use only during the foundation building period.

Thinking of the reluctance of senior sister Han Miaoling when she came to eat a few days ago, when she gave him swordsmanship, Zhang Yuan couldn't help but laugh.

In fact, during the foundation building period, spiritual power can be released to achieve the purpose of flying, but the consumption of flying directly with spiritual power is too large, and the foundation building monks generally need imperial weapons or imperial objects to reduce the consumption of spiritual power.

As for why Ling Qingjue flew directly, it was because Ling Qingjue didn't care about the consumption of that bit of spiritual power at all, and there was no flying sword over there at the moment.

Zhang Yuan jumped on the flying sword, soared up to 30,000 miles, and disappeared into the sky.

After a while, Zhang Yuan came to the main hall of the Treasure Storage Hall and saw his master Wu Huaimeng looking at Yu Jian in front of the case.

Zhang Yuan didn't bother her, just stood there silently and waited.

Time passed quietly, Wu Huaimeng put down the jade slip in his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

The friction between the sect and the Bixiao faction has further escalated, and she doesn't have much time to cultivate now, so she is quite depressed.

Suddenly, her hand rubbing her eyebrows paused, and she looked at Zhang Yuan, who was standing there waiting for her.

Pursed his pink lips

, "Yuan'er, is your soul okay?"

"Hui Shizun, yes." Zhang Yuan returned

to Wu Huaimeng and looked at the disciple standing there upright and couldn't help but be satisfied, his bearing was extraordinary, indeed, it had changed a lot compared to before.

Mobilize the spiritual power and pass a jade plate that has been prepared for a long time on the side of the desk to Zhang Yuan.

"This is the Deacon Token of the Law Enforcement Temple, you have already built the foundation, and you need to start managing some things."

"Yes, Master".

Zhang Yuan bowed down and took the token that flew in front of him and looked at it.

couldn't help but have a black line on his face, and looked up carefully at the cold and moon-like master in front of the case.

With hesitation, he spoke: "Master, this deacon token... "

Huh? Questions? It will be good for you to handle some things earlier, and the exclusive tasks that the deacon can take on are very well paid, and you must know that there are a lot of materials needed for the cultivation of the foundation building period. "

Zhang Yuan knows the good intentions of his master, and it is not possible to become a deacon in the sect as soon as he reaches the foundation building period, and strength, background, and ability are indispensable.

"No, Master."

"It's this token maybe, maybe, it doesn't seem to be a deacon token."

Zhang Yuan lowered his head and picked up the token in his hand, which was engraved with the two big characters "Medicine Boy".

Suddenly, the hall fell silent.

The expression of the cold woman in front of the case changed for a moment, and then returned to normal.

"Yes, yes!" Saying that, Wu Huaimeng lowered his head and began to rummage in the storage bag on his waist.

The neat hair looks a little messy in the rummaging room, and the white earlobes are also a little red.

Time passed quietly.

Zhang Yuan stood in the hall with his head down, his toes in his boots buckled to the ground, and some fine sweat oozed from his forehead.

If it weren't for the fact that the token of the subordinate of the Treasure Hall could only be obtained from the elder Shizun, he would not have reminded Wu Huaimeng no matter what, it would be too embarrassing.

I don't know how long later, suddenly, a gust of incense came from the wind, and Zhang Yuan found that Wu Huaimeng was already standing in front of him, holding a token in his hand.

In the middle, the two big characters of "deacon" are dancing with dragons and phoenixes, and the lower right corner is also engraved with three small characters of the treasure hall.

Zhang Yuan hurriedly accepted it.

"Thank you, Master."

"Hmm." A hint of panic flashed in Wu Huaimeng's pretending to be calm in his eyes.

Turning around, she came to the desk again, "Okay, you go down first."

"And next time I speak, be a little smarter."

Zhang Yuan bowed: "Yes"

hurriedly walked out of the main hall.

Wu Huaimeng sat precariously watching Zhang Yuan walk out of the hall, his head slowly lying on the desk in front of him, and his usually cold eyes were looking at the ground blankly.

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