When Zhuchen and Feng Changyin saw their master appear, they quickly got up, with countless hairs still on their heads.

Zhuchen stretched out her hand to grab a handful, and the wind stirred up another circle of fluff. She quickly stopped and sat upright, looking straight ahead.

Feng Changyin, this brat, took advantage of his young age and quietly hid behind her in an attempt to get through.

Feng Buye opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he probably felt that the generation gap between him and other young people was too big, so he stopped in the end.

He took a step back, lowered his eyebrows, and silently closed the door with doubts about himself again.

There was silence.

……There's no after that?

Zhuchen walked over without belief, opened the door and took a look, and found that Feng Buye was indeed gone.

I admire him endlessly in the morning.

Why could he act so naturally like nothing happened?

Is this the experience of being a master?

Zhuchen walked back thoughtfully, pulled his junior brother and asked mysteriously: "Have you ever felt that Master is a little strange recently?"

Feng Changyin glanced out the window, then looked back at Zhuchen, and said firmly: "Whatever Master does is right!"

Zhuchen: "..."

"Did he punish you? Or did he say something to you?" Feng Changyin comforted her and said in a person's tone, "Master doesn't hold grudges, just accept it first. Nothing will happen in two days."

Zhuchen: "..."

Why does she want to complain so much?

Light a cigarette on your butt, this kid is really capable of reaching heaven.

However, being interrupted by him, Zhuchen also forgot what he had been thinking before.

Feng Changyin suddenly felt droopy when he thought about sleeping with his master tonight. Fortunately, the presence of the quilt eased his grief a little.

He urged Zhuchen to quickly install a bed and let him take it over.

The two of them rolled up their sleeves and began to sort out the mess on the floor.

The meticulous cleaning work brought retribution to the two of them.

Feng Changyin tried to use the wind control technique to blow the fluff into the air, but the effect was not impressive. Zhuchen felt that his mouth was stuffed a lot and he kept sneezing.

The two of them looked bitter and worked hard for a while before finally cleaning up.

Zhuchen gave him two quilts, one larger and one smaller, and asked Feng Changyin to carry him to the next door.

The junior brother distributed the supplies very self-awarely, muttered regretfully, put the quilt on his head, and ran out.

When the room became quiet again, Zhuchen took a long breath, lying on the bedside with enjoyment, crossed his legs, and checked his system interface.

The most obvious change on the interface is her reputation value, which has been soaring from a few single digits before. So far, it has almost exceeded a thousand points.

You know, there are only about fifty people here in total.

I opened the details morning by morning, trying to find a pattern, but found that there was no so-called pattern at all.

She didn't know what these people were thinking. It rose when they ate, drank, slept, and even when they worked. It didn't make sense to raise it if they wanted to.

…Is this the glorious awakening of the working people?

It's because her thinking is too narrow-minded.

I took a deep look at myself every morning and then checked my task list.

The task of digging the well was naturally completed. In addition to a very fantastic blessing, Zhuchen also received an additional thousand reputation points.

It looked quite surprising, but unfortunately she still didn't know what the reputation was used for. Maybe the value was too low and this function was not activated.

In addition, Ande's initial goal of tens of millions of houses, "to build a few houses that can accommodate the rest of the people," was actually shown to have been completed.

Zhuchen was surprised, because the three shells of the Qi Feng Beast were obviously a shortcut, not to mention that Zhang Shiwen and others were now squeezed into three rooms. According to ordinary standards, they could not be considered habitable at all.

However, the system's choice of approval shows that its approval standards are broad, which to a certain extent gives Zhuchen room for free play.

Zhuchen no longer lay down softly, but sat upright, looked at the lighted icons on the reward list, and raised his hand to block the corners of his lips that kept giggling.

When she was eager to engage in science and technology, the system had already opened the door to black technology for her. Is this how socialism adapts to local conditions in the world of immortality? Zhuchen felt the rays of light.

She then thought about it, yes, even her pig... mediocre cabin can be recognized by the system, which shows that this system is full of love like an old father.

——Also, if Zhang Shiwen and Zheng Kang mention the word "circle" in front of her again and it affects her self-perception, she must seriously teach them what revolutionary friendship is.

Zhuchen rubbed his hands on his clothes to make sure they were clean, and then solemnly clicked to receive the reward.

She thought of that multifunctional, beautiful and durable bucket, and she was so excited that she couldn't help herself.

Items that can be marked with the word "rare" must have a different function. She must no longer respond with a biased look and bury the value of the sacred object.

Golden light flashed across the interface, and a piece of grass-yellow item appeared in her field of vision.

[A long rope that cannot be damaged]

Zhuchen: "..."

Zhuchen picked it up and looked at it blankly.

It is indeed a relatively strong long rope, but its elasticity is not very good, so it is not suitable for making a whip. The diameter is too thick, and it is not suitable for weaving other items. The material is very soft, but what is its use?

...Maybe she is really blind, she really can't think of anything that can be done with this rope. Rock climbing in the wild? Or developing a bungee jumping project?

She thought of her bucket and suddenly realized it, and couldn't help but burst into tears for a while.

I ran out of the room early in the morning, tied the rope to the handle of the bucket, and looked at the well next to it.

Oh my God! That’s it?

You are truly a timely gift.

Zhuchen returned to the room again with a heart full of ups and downs.

She shook off the quilt and lay down in it.

"My life is indeed better, thank you, Atong."

Please give me something more offensive next time.

That night, early in the morning, under the soft duvet, I dreamed of Ah Tu again.

She dreamed that Atu brought a dozen friends to see her, and she was wandering in a sea of ​​feathers.

This dream was so sweet that they woke up a little later than usual the next morning. Zhang Shiwen and others got up early and started preparing to build a new house.

Zhuchen promised Feng Changyin last night that he would accompany him to the river to catch fish today, and teach those fat fish that are becoming increasingly arrogant and only muddying the water a lesson.

In addition, the monk she contacted with the token yesterday should be able to arrive today. She was worried that the monk would not be able to find the place, so she had to go to meet him.

Zhuchen told Zhang Shiwen that he might not come back until evening, and that he would have grilled fish tonight and then go out.

Not long after she left, Feng Buye came out to take a look and flew towards the demon world. There were only about fifty ordinary people working in Chaowen.

After about another incense stick, a white shadow flew from the sky. As it approached, he dismounted his flying sword and switched to walking.

The visitor crept closer and stopped a dozen meters away, quietly observing everyone's movements from behind the shadow of the trees. After confirming that there were no monks staying here, a relieved smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

Zhao Gutai was an inner disciple of Yu Yuan Sect.

When he was young, he had extraordinary aptitude and understanding. He mastered every magic technique and mastered it three times. He was favored by the sect and promoted vigorously. Unexpectedly, when he grew up, his cultivation began to encounter obstacles, and he even used ordinary spells.

If he doesn't come, he will gradually disappear into the crowd.

The young Zhao Gutai became famous too early and was praised too highly, so he was naturally envied by many people. Now he is in a state of decline. Even his master is disappointed in him. His status has plummeted. He is often bullied and has nowhere to complain.

Zhao Gutai was also aggrieved, but what could he do? He just hoped that one day he could do something big and impress everyone.

Of course, he was just thinking about it. Understanding is the most metaphysical thing. If it is gone, it is gone. This can only mean that he has no connection with the Tao.

Yesterday, he went with his master to exchange ideas with other sects. When he came back, he found a big hole at the gate of Yuyuan City.

The two monks guarding the city were repairing the hole. Seeing that they could not hide it, they told them with snot and tears how cruel a swordsman who specialized in killing was. He first dug a big hole in the door and took away their remaining remains.

Dozens of residents of Yuyuan came to rob Yuyuan in the evening, and he came alone to rob him and defrauded Yuyuan of a lot of supplies.

The master was naturally furious and scolded the two of them for being useless. They were bullied to the point of being bullied by a monk. How could Yu Yuanzong lose his face?

Hearing that the monk was only eleven or twelve years old, he became even more furious. He directly pointed him out to take revenge and asked him to tie up the little Taoist monk and take him back to Yu Yuan Sect to apologize.

Zhao Gutai, who is only eleven or twelve years old, is confident. After all, at this age, he was also a proud man of heaven, not inferior to others.

But if he was asked to go alone and go deep into the enemy camp to kidnap someone, he... he was afraid!

Doesn’t this young Taoist priest have any brothers in the same discipline? How could he defeat so many people?

Zhao Gutai watched from behind for a long time, squatted until his legs went numb, and changed his posture.

He felt that the residents here did not seem to have been robbed. On the contrary, they should have come here on their own. They were chatting, laughing, and leisurely. He rarely saw such relaxed expressions on the faces of the people in Yuyuan City.

Yes, there was no one to guard them anyway. If they really didn’t do it voluntarily, why didn’t they escape?

Zhao Gutai knew in his heart what was going on and was very confused at the moment.
To be continued...