97 contribution points were squandered by Jun Changxiao overnight.
There is no way, after coming to this world, if you want to become stronger, you must make sacrifices.
"Next, just wait for the sect mission to appear and earn achievement points to improve the sect's construction."
Jun Changxiao murmured.
There are no side quests, and I don’t know what the hidden quests are.
Now, he can only rely on improving the construction of the sect to expand the upper limit of members and obtain contribution points.
"Head."
Li Qingyang came over and said, "I have no money."
"No money again?"
Jun Chang smiled and the corners of his mouth twitched.
This guy comes asking for money every day and has no idea how to save money.
Li Qingyang said: "Master, the sect is too dilapidated. Renovation is equal to reconstruction, so the money spent will be more."
"All right."
Jun Changxiao threw him a few more banknotes and said, "There are still three days left, and your junior brothers are about to report. Can you finish it again?"
Li Qingyang said: "It should be no problem."
"That's okay."
Jun Changxiao waved his hand and said: "Go and get busy."
Li Qingyang said goodbye and left, while he sat cross-legged in the courtyard and began to use the meditation technique.
Without contribution points, I can only practice traditional cultivation honestly.
However, at the end of the day, the speed of spiritual energy condensing in the Dantian was very slow, which made Jun Changxiao realize that the higher the realm, the harder it is to open the meridians!
"Why."
He sighed: "It would be great if there were endless contribution points."
…
the next day.
Jun Changxiao was no longer practicing, so he got up and walked out of the inner courtyard to the outer courtyard.
During this period of time, he has been busy practicing and has not asked anything about the renovation of the sect, except for daily payment.
The Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect covers an area of about one hundred acres and is divided into an inner courtyard and an outer courtyard. The inner courtyard is where the disciples live, and the outer courtyard is where martial arts are practiced.
When Jun Changxiao walked through the cobblestone path and entered the outer courtyard, the expression on his face suddenly froze.
In front of us, what should have been an abandoned main hall has been completely renovated, with red and green tiles, and even the stone staircases are made of jade and carved railings!
The pillars used to support the main beams were repainted and carved with lifelike birds and animals.
There are also many attic buildings on both sides of the outer courtyard, which look very grand!
In the area between the main hall and the main gate, there is a large martial arts arena, paved with bluestone slabs. You can tell at a glance that the material is very high-end!
What's even more irritating is...
In the free space in the outer courtyard, there are not only ponds and rockeries, but also pavilions and pavilions for resting and sightseeing!
The design of a small place is so reasonable, I am afraid only a master architect can do it!
"Is this my sect?"
Jun Changxiao stood there, as if in a dream.
I even secretly wondered if I had traveled through time again, to the inner courtyard of a palace of a certain dynasty?
It's not a dream, it's real!
Because Li Qingyang walked out of the main hall and came to him and said: "Master, are you satisfied with the renovation of the outer courtyard?"
This is not a renovation, this is simply a new construction!
"satisfy!"
Jun Chang smiled and said: "Very satisfied!"
With that said, he got up and headed to the main hall.
When I first entered, I was shocked again, because the ground was also paved with neat stone slabs, and there were large mahogany chairs on both sides, which was extremely luxurious!
"Head."
Li Qingyang pointed to the extraordinary and magnificent chair above him and said, "Your throne is made of thousand-year-old nanmu."
"Yeah?"
Jun Changxiao sat down on it, and immediately felt that it was much more comfortable than the creaky old chair before.
He naturally put his arms on the armrests and said with great satisfaction: "Not bad, not bad!"
This is what a sect should be like.
"Head."
Jun Changxiao handed over an account book and said: "This is the details of the money spent on renovation, please take a look."
As expected of a member of a famous family, all the money spent on the renovation was recorded in detail so that it could be traced.
"Qingyang."
Jun Changxiao took the account book, flipped through it casually, and praised: "Your performance makes me very satisfied..."
The sound stopped suddenly.
Because, when I turned to the last page of the account book, I clearly saw that the total consumption recorded on it was - four thousand six hundred and fifty taels!
Jun Changxiao almost jumped up and said: "It cost so much!"
With that said, he hurriedly looked inside the space ring and found that there was only a pitiful three hundred taels of silver notes left in it!
The head of Junda has been busy practicing these days. Li Qingyang gave money just once when he came to ask for it. He didn't care about how much he gave or how much was left.
The contribution value has been exhausted, and there is not much money left.
This made Jun Changxiao howl in his heart: "How will I live in the future?"
"Head."
Li Qingyang said: "This disciple plans to renovate the inner courtyard, which will cost about four thousand taels of silver."
"puff!"
Jun Chang smiled and collapsed on the nanmu chair, foaming at the mouth.
…
Money is a good thing.
Spend it wherever you want!
Under Li Qingyang's massive renovation, the dilapidated Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect took on a new look and became what a sect should look like.
But every time he thought of the more than 4,000 taels of silver notes that died, Master Jun had the urge to hug the pillar and cry bitterly.
In fact, he doesn't care much about money, but the disciples will come to report tomorrow. So many people are not allowed to eat, drink, and have sex. They are not allowed to have two sets of sect clothes? What can they do with the remaining few hundred taels!
"Why."
Sitting on the stone staircase with carved jade railings, Jun Changxiao was not only worried about how to obtain contribution points, but also how to make money to support the daily expenses of the sect.
"flourishing."
He asked for help: "Is there any way to make money quickly?"
"Go and rob."
Lu Qianqian said calmly: "The money comes quickly."
Jun Changxiao twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and said: "My Iron Bone Zhengzheng sect is a well-known and upright sect after all. How could I do such dirty deeds as to be despised by people in the world!"
Lu Qianqian said: "Then sell the sword."
"this……"
Jun Chang smiled and held his chin, saying: "It's an emergency measure."
"Head!"
Just at this time, Li Qingyang walked in from outside and said: "Junior brothers are here!"
"Let them in."
Jun Chang smiled and stood up, patted the dust on his buttocks, and showed the majesty that a leader should have.
Soon.
More than twenty disciples entered the sect one after another.
They stood on the martial arts field and looked at the magnificent buildings around them, all with surprised expressions on their faces.
I didn’t expect that our sect would be so high-end and majestic!
How can spending thousands of taels of silver notes not be high-end or grand?
"Why are there so few people?"
Jun Changxiao frowned and said, "Where are the other disciples?"
"Report to the leader."
A disciple said respectfully: "Some brothers and sisters live in relatively remote mountain villages, and it will take a while to get here."
"I see."
Jun Changxiao understood and said: "Qingyang, give them a place to live."
"yes."
Li Qingyang received the order and was about to take his junior brothers to the inner courtyard, but he heard a weak cry from outside the door: "Master... Master..."
Jun Changxiao frowned and hurried out.
Li Qingyang and Lu Qianqian also followed.
As soon as the three of them arrived at the gate, they saw a young man lying on the floor covered in blood!
"Junior Brother Sun!"
Li Qingyang hurriedly squatted down, placed one hand on his pulse, and examined his junior brother's injuries.
The injured disciple endured the pain and said weakly: "Master...master, there are more than 30 disciples, and they were ambushed by bandits on the road, and the junior disciples were kidnapped..."
Before he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and the blood-stained letter in his hand fell off to the ground.
Li Qingyang said: "Master, my junior brother just fainted, nothing serious."
Jun Changxiao picked up the letter, opened it, and saw a crooked line written on it, which read: Prepare money to come to Montenegro to redeem the person within three days, otherwise the vote will be cancelled.
"Oh shit!"
Jun Changxiao held the letter angrily and said sternly: "You dare to rob my disciples of the Iron Bone Zhengzheng Sect, you will live impatiently!"