Super Sect System

"Uncle Wang."

As he was walking, he met Uncle Wang who was carrying food to Tingyu Pavilion head-on. Wen Ping hastened a few steps to take the wooden tray from him.

Wang!

Wang!

The mountain dog Haha was circling around Wen Ping, and Wen Ping could only spare one hand to pat its head.

Uncle Wang responded in a hoarse voice: "Sect Master, it's time to eat."

"Uncle Wang, you don't have to bring me food in the future. You can just put the food in the kitchen, and I will eat it when I am hungry. I have time to go down the mountain in two days and buy two maidservants. You don't have to be so tired."

As soon as the words fell, Uncle Wang suddenly took a deep breath, shook his head, and said, "Sovereign, you can't do it, you can't do it. The old man is already over ninety, and two prostitutes can't bear it. If the suzerain is willing, help me find A wife is enough."

"Forehead……"

He really couldn't answer Uncle Wang's words.

Hearing has deteriorated, how come this wandering heart has not diminished with age?

The maid can sound like a prostitute, she is really invincible.

"Okay, I'll help you find a wife."

I could only continue following the topic, and before I knew it, I had already reached the door of Tingyu Pavilion.

Uncle Wang chuckled, grinning his toothless mouth with a bright smile, and then said to Wen Ping, "Sovereign, please."

"You heard that clearly."

"I am not deaf, how can I not hear clearly?"

"Okay, please go back, find a place to rest if you have nothing to do, don't be busy all the time, wait for me to find a maid to serve you."

Uncle Wang's smile disappeared all of a sudden, and he hurriedly called Wen Ping with some melancholy, "Sovereign, you can't help it. This old man is already dying, and he really can't stand the trouble. Don't look for prostitutes. I'm content with a wife."

"Okay, here we go again."

Wen Ping shook his head with a smile, carried the wooden tray into the room, put it on the table, turned and sent Uncle Wang away.

After seeing Uncle Wang off, Wen Ping hastily filled his stomach, changed into a suit of clothes, and prepared to go to the gravity field to continue his practice.

Just as he was about to leave, Yun Liao came.

As soon as Yun Liao entered the room, he handed Wen Ping a few pieces of yellow paper in his hand, and after a second glance, he remembered what happened yesterday.

These few pieces of yellow paper are Shihua's application for star promotion, as well as other information. However, the status quo of the Immortal Sect mentioned above is quite different, and he really can't find a similar place.

It said that there were over a hundred disciples of the Immortal Sect, Wen Ping glanced at Yun Liao, adding him there were only four of them, and one was a fish.

But he knew that this was just nonsense, and the purpose was just to get a three-month safe period.

"Elder Yun, accompany me to Cangwu City tomorrow morning, and don't go down the mountain to accept disciples this afternoon."

"OK."

Yun Liao nodded.

Wen Ping suddenly changed his mind and asked, "Elder Yun, can you cook?"

"This kind of trivial matter can be regarded as knowing a little bit."

"Okay, then the meals for these few days will be troublesome to you. Uncle Wang is going to be over a hundred, so it's really inconvenient to move around."

"I cook?"

Yun Liao was taken aback.

Wen Ping was probably the first person other than his parents to ask him to cook, right?

Letting him, a cultivator with 13 levels of body training, waste his time cooking, isn't that a bit too reckless?

"I won't need you when I buy a few maidservants in two days. Then I will give you another surprise."

"surprise?"

"Yes, I will give you the opportunity to learn Huang-level low-grade pulse technique."

"Yellow-level low-grade pulse technique!"

Yun Liao took a breath, and looked at Wen Ping as if he had misheard.

There was an expectation that Wen Ping would say it again, and Wen Ping could only nod vigorously to make sure that there was no slip of the tongue just now.

"really?"

"Can I still lie to you?"

Wen Ping smiled.

Yun Liao hurriedly picked up the bowls, chopsticks, and dishes on the table, and quickly packed them into the wooden tray. Although he was very unfamiliar, he smiled like a child.

Because practicing pulse technique was something he dreamed of doing.

It's a pity that even the low-grade Huang-level pulse technique is the treasure of the 2-star sect's sect, and no one other than the sect master will be allowed to practice it.

Now, after cooking for two days, there is such an opportunity!

"Then I'll go wash the dishes first."

Yun Liao immediately walked out of Tingyu Pavilion with the wooden tray, as if he wanted to do this thing well.

...

Yang Lele stepped out from the house, her hair was all gray, and she patted it, causing a burst of dust.

Immediately, he glanced at Zhao Qing who was practicing outside the house, and asked curiously, "You haven't slept all night, have you?"

"This kind of ghost place, is it for people to sleep?"

Dilapidated houses, rotten beds, and thick dust all over the floor, as a monster, she was famously not picky about sleeping dens, but now she extremely dislikes sleeping places.

"No matter how you say it, we are also geniuses. Don't ask for preferential treatment, but you can't abuse us like this."

At this time, Haha suddenly raised a leg on the pillar of the house, and took a good pee.

Zhao Qing shouted quickly, "Look, the dog is still peeing here."

Yang Lele smiled coyly, and said immediately: "It's a bit too embarrassing, how about it, let's talk to Elder Yun together. Although he looks cold, he must be easier to talk to than Sect Master Wen who has rules in everything."

After all, Elder Yun is the strongest person in the Immortal Sect, so he must have some status when speaking, and he must have the power to arrange a place to live.

"Walk."

"Go, let me tell you, if I can't help you change your place today, I'm not worthy to be your bosom friend!"

"you said."

Zhao Qing smiled, followed Yang Lele who was striding forward and hurried towards the main hall.

After some searching, the two found Uncle Wang, who was sunbathing in the sun, and the mountain dog, Haha, who had just returned from peeing.

Both guessed that apart from Yun Liao and Wen Ping, there was only one person and one dog in the Immortal Sect.

After hesitating for a while, Yang Lele asked, "Old man, may I ask if you saw Elder Yun?"

"who are you?"

Wang Bo squinted at Yang Lele.

Yang Lele quickly replied: "Old man, we are newcomers to the Immortal Sect. We have something to do with Elder Yun, but we can't find him anywhere."

"Oh, you said that little boy."

"Little boy!" Yang Lele smiled helplessly, but felt that the nickname was really appropriate, "Yes, old man, we are looking for him."

"He is inside." Uncle Wang pointed to the wooden house behind him.

"Thanks, old man."

After thanking her, Yang Lele opened the door and entered the room, but after taking two steps, she felt something was wrong.

Vegetable pier!

kitchen knife!

Wear chili peppers in bunches!

And golden corn!

Isn't this the kitchen?

After seeing this scene, Zhao Qing couldn't help asking: "Are we being deceived by the old man?"

"impossible."

Yang Lele took two steps forward, then looked at the person squatting in the corner with some doubts, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "This back looks like Elder Yun. Hey, it's really Elder Yun! Elder Yun, we have something to do with you, can you help me?" Give us a moment?"

When Yun Liao heard someone calling him, he turned around with a bowl in one hand and a rag in the other.

Yang Lele was startled, staggered and almost fell on the ground, "What's going on?"

The 13th level monk of body training is washing dishes in the kitchen!

Ordinary people are leisurely basking outside in the sun.

Does anyone believe this?

Compared with the things that need to be done by servants, Yang Lele felt that he had received preferential treatment, and said to Zhao Qing who was beside him: "I think the place we live in is not bad, let's go, let's go to practice in the gravity field."

"Well, let's go practice. I'll clean up the house in the afternoon." Zhao Qing followed suit and nodded.

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