The wind is rustling, especially bloody.

"Deacon of Yaolu? Ninghua Beiyuan? Something happened."

Jingzi suddenly felt that the sky was dark and the earth was dark. It was ridiculous that he had been so complacent before, insinuating that the people of the Immortal Sect were stupid, but he didn't know that his death was approaching.

He barely suppressed the fear in his heart and wanted to make a few quibbles, but seeing Chen Sheng's determined expression, he couldn't speak. He could only say bitterly: "Jing is willing to offer the spiritual grass of Ninghua Beiyuan with both hands.

I hope the deacon can spare his life."

A cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, when he was completely unharmed, he still had a fight with the bloodthirsty rat. However, he missed the move and was seriously injured, but he was no longer able to resist.

My only thought now is not to succeed in my cultivation, but to save my life.

"is it possible."

Chen Sheng's expression was indifferent. If he did something wrong, he would have to suffer, and some would have to be paid with his life.

"What if Mr. Jing escaped from the crime and the deacon secretly benefited from it?"

Jing Zichu gritted his teeth and reluctantly gave up. He grabbed the storage bag containing the Ninghua Beiyuan Spirit Grass in his hand, and even opened the mouth of the bag so that he could see the hills inside in order to arouse Chen Sheng's greed.

Like a spiritual herb.

As long as Chen Sheng opens his mouth, all these cultivation resources will fall into his pocket.

And he, taking the blame, fled for his life.

No one knows about the transaction between the two, and the truth will be buried in time.

"no."

It seemed very satisfactory, but Chen Sheng firmly refused.

"Aren't you afraid that I will burn all my jade and stone and destroy these spiritual herbs?"

Jing Zichu's eyes were red and full of madness. He had thrown away all his interests and even calculated everything.

By letting him go, Chen Sheng would have nothing to lose and would still gain.

But why should he die?

"If it's destroyed, it's destroyed."

Chen Sheng didn't care about the spiritual grass produced in Ninghua Beiyuan, but there was one thing he didn't want to trample on, saying: "You must know that killing you is for the dignity of Guangxiu Immortal Sect, and also for the sake of Ninghua."

Justice for the hard-working people of Beiyuan."

If these spiritual herbs are damaged for no reason, the people of Ninghua Beiyuan will be punished or even die.

But if there are unscrupulous thieves behind the scenes, plotting secretly and causing the spiritual grass to be stolen, the matter cannot be settled like this.

As long as he brings Jing Zichu's head back, the result will go in a good direction.

"Dignity? Justice? You madman."

Jing Zichu didn't understand, he really didn't understand, he couldn't understand at all, that a cultivator would refuse a generous amount of cultivation resources for someone who had nothing to do with it.

He cursed and asked the bloodthirsty rats to attack and kill the Yaolu deacon.

"puff"

The bloodthirsty rat charged forward, its two claws swiping in the void, making the sound of gold and iron breaking through the air.

Chen Sheng's response was simple.

Cut it down with one sword.

The body of the bloodthirsty rat was cut into two parts. There was a huge difference between the seventh level of Qi Refining and the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Clang.

Before the blood drops on the sword could drip to the ground, he raised his sword again, sharp and sharp, and quickly cut off the head of Jing Zichu who was still struggling.

"I still have to hold this head and explain it."

Chen Sheng looked at Jing Zichu's head with disgust, lifted it up, and ran away with the storage bag containing the Ninghua Beiyuan Spirit Grass in his other hand.

Ninghua Beiyuan.

"Steward, what punishment will we receive?"

An honest farmer stood up uneasily and asked Deacon Li about the current situation.

He likes the work of planting spiritual grass in the Immortal Sect very much. People in Beiyuan don't have much scheming.

Their thoughts were the same as his, which was to plant spiritual herbs well and live a peaceful and happy life.

However, this wish seems difficult to realize.

"Planting spiritual herbs is a major event for the Immortal Sect. Our incompetence has resulted in no harvest from Ninghua Beiyuan. This is a heinous crime."

There are low-level immortal cultivators who know about it, their faces are gray, and their immortal sect is generous, but this does not mean they can be bullied. If there is no justifiable reason, they will be extremely sad at this level.

The lightest ones will be demoted to mining.

"ah……"

"Then I'm not doomed."

"It's pitiful that I have worked hard all my life to grow spiritual herbs for the Immortal Sect, but in the end I ended up like this."

…

For a time, the entire Ninghua Beiyuan was filled with sad songs, and many helpless people began to sob and were completely panicked.

"Everyone, the blame lies with me, and the old man will take full responsibility for it."

Manager Li's body became very weak, and he had an erratic feeling as if his blood had been drained.

At the critical moment, he was still reliable, and he stood up and showed the courage of a person in charge of a medicine garden.

Even if the deacon of Yaolu said that there might be another hidden reason behind this matter, he would not dare to take chances as the trace of the spiritual grass would not be clear for a day.

"Don't be pessimistic, the spiritual grass is back."

At this time, Chen Sheng came back.

His slightly high-pitched voice dispersed the heavy hesitation, like a warm beacon, illuminating the direction of the lost lamb.

"real?"

Manager Li knew what Chen Sheng was doing, and when he saw that the matter had turned around, he was relieved, but he also felt uneasy about not telling the truth.

"See for yourself."

Chen Sheng threw the storage bag containing a large amount of spiritual herbs in a carefree manner.

"It's true, the spiritual grass is back after searching for it."

Manager Li suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, glanced at the storage bag, and suddenly his energy was sluggish, and he suddenly announced the good news to everyone around him.

Then, he saw the head in Chen Sheng's hand and said, "This is that..."

If the spiritual grass is still there, then it was not destroyed by monsters, but could only be stolen.

This situation seems to be somewhat clear.

"The evil thief who ordered the bloodthirsty rats to steal the spiritual grass was killed by me. Take this head, submit a document, and go and explain."

Chen Sheng explained the whole story one by one, so that Manager Li would be fully aware of the situation and not lose his composure.

After saying that, he planned to leave.

"Little old man, I would like to thank Deacon Chen."

Manager Li, who was already quite old, couldn't help but feel agitated in his heart and knelt down all of a sudden.

Chen Sheng, the deacon of Yaolu, is truly a man of both virtue and conduct.

The people in Ninghua Beiyuan also knelt down along with Manager Li, kowtowing in gratitude. Without this young man's intervention, their end would have been very miserable.

"It's just my duty."

Chen Sheng got on the demon horse, left a word, and walked away.

Behind him, everyone in Ninghua Beiyuan did not stand up, but knelt down and watched the figure of the angry horse in bright clothes go away, expressing their gratitude in their hearts.

…

Medicine House.

Chenguang Palace.

"How about over there at Ninghua Beiyuan?"

Returning to Guangxiu Immortal Sect, Xi Fu asked about Ninghua Beiyuan. The delay in the enshrined spiritual herbs was not a small matter.

"Here's the thing."

Chen Sheng told the story briefly, without mentioning many details.

But Xi Fu knew that casual cultivators were cunning and used to manipulate people's hearts. He guessed a little bit and said: "Brother has a kind heart..."

Although he didn't know the details, he could guess that Chen Sheng had controlled his original intention. In that situation, there were too many opportunities to deviate.

Also, Chen Sheng could sit back and watch this matter, but he still tried his best to help the people of Ninghua Beiyuan, which was a huge favor.

"In a few days, I will introduce you to some of my old friends. They are all first-level alchemists, each with their own unique skills."

Looking at this matter, Xi Fu sincerely wanted to pave the way for Chen Sheng on the road to alchemy.

"Do good people get rewarded?"
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