The big mouse spirit didn't know what the mask was, and could not write Hu Fei's name on it. So according to the usual rules, if you can't name it, you will only write "low-level magic weapon". After the record was completed, you put the jade token on the shelf. This was a foregone conclusion. His face also darkened and he said with a smile: "This junior brother, congratulations on choosing the treasure and being able to leave!"

Fang Xing looked back and forth at the mask, pretending to be ignorant and said, "You won't lie to me, are you?"

The big mouse's face sank and shouted: "Nonsense, you have selected the magic weapon, recorded it, and you can't regret it!"

"Then...you just said that if you are not satisfied, you can take it back and replace it..."

Fang Xing opened his mouth wide, as if he was scared by them.

"It's not impossible to change it, it depends on your performance then!"

The big mouse sneered, his eyes shining brightly, and he sneered endlessly.

It’s not that no one has ever changed it. Many disciples who suffered great losses in their hands came to the door afterwards, begged in every way, and voluntarily took out all the good things on their bodies, begging them to allow themselves to change a magic weapon.

Through this method, they don’t know how many benefits they have gained.

They wrote the ambiguous name "low-level magic weapon" on the jade talisman. In addition to not knowing the reason for the name of the mask, they also planned to make a fuss when Fang Xing came to him again.

Anyway, the record is a low-level magic weapon. At most, it is better to change to a low-level magic weapon at that time. If those who have written the name and characteristics of the magic weapon will not be so easy to operate. After all, Taoist sects have their own rules.

"Okay, that's it!"

Fang Xing seemed to have made up his mind, stuffed the mask into his arms, turned his head and went out.

The big mouse spirit and the two junior brothers looked at each other and suddenly burst into laughter together.

"I actually chose such a thing. What kind of treasure does this kid look like..."

"Hehe, I offended our brothers, can this kid still think about it? I dreamed that's it!"

"Hmph, when he turns around and wants to change another magic weapon, I will see if I'm going to take it off for him!"

The fat Taoist who had been waiting outside saw Fang Xing coming out and hurriedly came up to see what magic weapon he chose.

Fang Xing handed him the mask, and the fat Taoist took it in his hand and looked over and over again, and said suspiciously: "What's this?"

The mask looks a bit old and has broken on it, and it doesn't look like a good thing.

Fang Xing took it back: "You know what a fool, this is definitely a good thing. Let's go and take me to the place where I practice!"

Seeing that he was full of confidence, the fat Taoist didn't say anything more. He led the way in front and walked towards the place of practice arranged by the Taoist sect. While walking along the way, he introduced the scenery in the sect to Fang Xing. He was in charge of the miscellaneous department and ran errands everywhere, so he still knew the various parts of the sect. Although he was not very popular in normal times, he had many contacts and all kinds of gossip came casually.

"Sister brother, look, that place is Qingyin Valley where female disciples live. There is a clear pond outside the valley. The junior sisters often bathe in it. In order to prevent bad children from peeping, a spiritual fog was stitched by the elders in the door by the pond, which was blocked all year round. However, this spiritual fog is not available at all times. As long as you have perseverance, lying on that mountain, for ten days and half a month, there will always be a time when the fog is opened. There was a senior brother who saw the female disciples bathing there. He came back and talked for half a month..."

"This Qing Cliff is where Elder Songgu preaches. He is a legendary figure of our Qingyun Sect. He has a strong magic power, but he is kind to others. We, the outer disciples, would respond with a smile. Elder Songyan would give a lecture here every year on Double Ninth Festival. Sometimes he would talk about things that need to be paid attention to in cultivation. Sometimes he would talk about the principles of magic. I don't know how many disciples come to listen to. From the true teachings to the outer disciples, they all wanted to have a seat but couldn't get it..."

"That place is even more amazing. It is a place where disciples who specialize in practicing alchemy. It is called Qixialing. Because the elixir fog is always full of mortar and never go, it is named. The disciples there are not easy to mess with. They are amazingly stubborn. Who would let us ordinary disciples ask for them sooner or later? However, there are many women among the disciples in Qixialing. You are not ugly. When you get older, your senior brother will introduce you to you. With such a Taoist couple, there are many benefits..."

The road to the valley where the outer disciples of the outer sect lived at the foot of Yunyin Peak was not close. After walking for more than two hours, the fat Taoist never stopped. However, he knew a lot. The rumor and the rules of the Taoist sect were said for more than two hours, but it was not the same. Fang had to learn about Qingyun Sect as soon as possible, and did not interrupt him. He listened patiently and cooperated occasionally.

The fat Taoist rarely gets such an opportunity to show off, and he is even happier when he speaks and talks endlessly.

"Junior brother, look, there is a mountain where inner disciples practice, so you must not get close to it casually..."

"This is where disciples who violated the rules are kept in custody..."

"There is the Supervisor of the Season. If the outer disciples want to receive food there, they have to pay 100 taels of silver every month..."

"There is the Wudao Pavilion, and the secret treasures of Qingyun Sect's magic are there, but only inner disciples can enter!"

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"This is where you live in the future. The place I live is not far from you. We can always come and go..."

After talking all the way, I finally saw a valley at the foot of the mountain, but I saw hundreds of houses built in circles between white clouds. Because the valley is really not small, it is not crowded, and it even seems quite spacious. The surrounding environment is also good. A clear stream flowing from the bottom of the mountain passes through the valley, and near it is a large green and pleasant bamboo forest, rustling.

At this time, the outside world had entered late autumn, and within the Qingyun Sect, due to the abundant spiritual energy, it was still a spring and summer scene.

According to Fat Taoist, this is a valley where disciples of the Foreign Sect live. There are more than a dozen similar valleys in Qingyun Sect.

He lives in an adjacent valley, about two or three miles away.

In fact, all the outer disciples live in such valleys. When their cultivation level breaks through the fourth level of spiritual power, they can be promoted to inner disciples and moved to the cave with more spiritual energy on the mountain to live. If their cultivation level breaks through the seventh level, they can be promoted to true disciples. In this Qingyun Sect, they have a valley or mountain with abundant spiritual energy, and the treatment is the same as that of the elders.

He came down with the Fat Taoist and found the manager of the valley here. He was a smart and savvy young man. He was slightly fat and looked a little smart. He was very enthusiastic. After checking Fang Xing's wooden sign, he arranged a house close to Qingquan for him to get water. He asked Fang Xing if he wanted to eat food in the Chen Shijian.

"Junior Brother Fang, if you want to pay 100 taels of silver every month if you use food in the kitchen department..."

A kind reminder from Fat Taoist.

Fang Xing was stunned. Now that he had empty pockets, where could he have money?

Then he patted the fat Taoist on the shoulder: "Then you lend me a hundred taels of silver first and return it to you another day!"

The fat Taoist was stunned: "You don't even have a hundred taels of silver?"

Fang Xing rolled his eyes and said, "Who said I didn't? I just didn't carry it with me!"

The fat Taoist was helpless. He brought the person himself. When he introduced him to the senior brother in charge of the Chicken Supervisor, he even took a lot of money and said that he was his good friend. Now he was watching from the side. He couldn't even borrow 100 taels of silver, right? He had no choice but to ask the senior brother in the Chicken Supervisor to record it first and agreed that he would send it to him in the past two days, after all, he didn't carry so much.

The senior brother was polite and waved his hand and said, "No need to remember it, just find time to send it here."

However, when he looked at Fang Xing, his eyes became a little more contemptuous.

If the Taoist practice does not have amazing qualifications, they will only compete for resources and wealth. They will easily disperse themselves on the road of cultivation. However, the boy in front of him does not even have a hundred taels of silver. It seems that he has no prospects.

Fang Xing then went to the house he arranged for himself with the fat Taoist, but it was a lonely wooden house. It looked very simple, but although it was simple, it was not simple. It used good pine wood to avoid mosquitoes and was well arranged inside. At least it was much better than when he was a Taoist boy. There were all bed frames and tables and chairs, but there were no utensils used in normal use.

After inquiring, I realized that this is also a money-related matter, so I had to speak to the fat Taoist again.

Anyway, all the 100 taels of silver were taken out, so naturally I couldn't be stingy with these ten taels of silver. The fat Taoist pinched his nose and accepted it again.
Chapter completed!