The nine peaks of Donghua are still beautiful and majestic, and the waterfalls and springs are still gurgling. The rise and fall of the sect has nothing to do with them. The weeds in the Lingtian grew very fast and were already taller than the Linggu. One after another, yellow ears of grain could be faintly seen among the weeds. Nearly a thousand physical practitioners were busy clearing weeds in the spiritual field. From time to time, they raised their heads and peeked at a young man and woman walking on the path in the field.
The man is handsome, with a figure as straight as a pine tree, and the woman is as gentle and quiet as a painting. The two of them walk together like a pair of immortal companions on a trip.
Song Fugui is neither rich nor noble. He is just an ordinary outer disciple of Chaos Pavilion. He is responsible for planting fifty acres of spiritual fields. In addition to paying rent every year, the remaining spiritual grain is barely enough to support a family of six. The Lingtian was the hope for his family's survival, so Song Fugui was particularly concerned about the Lingtian. He would get up early and stay late, and take care of the Lingtian meticulously. This year's Linggu was also particularly impressive. However, it was about to have a bumper harvest. His Holiness led him. People tried to destroy Zhengtianmen but failed, and instead they burned the mountain gate. Song Fugui was forced to flee for his life with his family of six. Although the Zhengtianmen disciples did not pursue them, they lost the spiritual field they relied on for survival, and their lives were also lost.
Song Fugui, who was almost turning gray with worry, suddenly heard the news that the Zhengtian Clan was recruiting outer disciples at Donghua Jiufeng. Even the outer disciples of the Chaos Pavilion in the past were accepted, and the former spiritual fields were returned to them for cultivation. The former disciples of the outer sect of Chaos Pavilion all ran back to farm. Song Fugui suddenly regained hope and returned to Donghua Jiufeng with his miserable family. A fat manager with a sweet smile received him cordially, and actually handed over the fifty acres of spiritual land to him for cultivation. Song Fugui couldn't help but burst into tears with gratitude. Later, he heard that the fat manager was the chief manager of the inner sect of Zhengtianmen, and his name seemed to be Li Youyin, which matched his own name, Song Fugui.
The Lingtian, which has not been taken care of for nearly half a month, has become overgrown with weeds, and the leaves of Linggu have begun to wither and turn yellow. The original bumper harvest may turn into a failure.
At this moment, Song Fugui's family of three are working hard to clear weeds and irrigate the spiritual fields.
Song Fugui, who was so busy that his back ached, straightened up and punched his waist a few times. He suddenly realized that his three unsatisfactory bastards were looking at the young men and women passing by in the distance in a daze. He couldn't help but give the three of them a slap in annoyance. Kick in the butt" and scolded: "Hurry up and work, do you want to have no food tonight?"
The three teenage boys hurriedly lowered their heads to work, but they still kept glancing at the fairy-like woman. Song Fugui couldn't help but cough slightly and glared at his three sons fiercely. Everyone has a love for beauty. That woman is so beautiful that even Song Fugui himself wants to take a look at her more. But judging from the way they dress, they must be high-status figures in the Zhengtian Sect. , how could he just look at it casually? He was worried that the woman would get angry and kill the three ignorant bastards. In the past, an outer disciple was stabbed blind because he took one more look at an inner female disciple of Chaos Pavilion.
He was so afraid that the young man and woman walked straight towards this side. Song Fugui couldn't help but tremble with fear. You three bastards were looking around, and you knew something was going to happen!
When the three strong young men saw the heart-stoppingly beautiful fairy walking towards them, they couldn't help but straighten up and were stunned. However, they quickly lowered their heads in shame. It would be a kind of blasphemy to look at such a fairy for a second time.
The young men and women came to stand beside the spiritual field. Song Fugui was scared to death and hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "Song Fugui is here to see the two immortals!" At the same time, he turned back and shouted: "Why don't you come over and pay homage to the immortals!"
Song Fugui's daughter-in-law walked over cautiously, holding a *-year-old dark-skinned girl. The three young men lowered their heads and hid behind their father Li Fugui.
The Yingting young man smiled and said: "Brother, don't be nervous, we don't mean any harm!"
Song Fugui smiled and rubbed his big hands as rough as old tree bark, showing that he was very nervous.
"Little sister, what's your name?" the girl in the green dress asked softly.
The gentle and sweet voice sounded like a spring breeze, and the nervous mood of Song Fugui and others miraculously calmed down. The dark-skinned little girl raised her little face and looked at Zhao Yu with envy, and said crisply: "Song Chunhua!"
"Spring flowers are blooming, what a good name!" the young man said with a smile.
The little girl immediately beamed with joy and asked innocently: "Is it true? But other children say she is rustic!"
"Who said this is a good name?" the young man said seriously.
The little girl couldn't help but grin, revealing two rows of white teeth: "Brother Xianchang, what's your name again?"
Song Fugui hurriedly scolded him and smiled at the young man: "The little guy is not polite, so don't blame the immortal!"
The young man waved his hand and said with a smile: "No wonder, Xiao Chunhua, remember, my name is Chu Jun, and this sister's name is Zhao Yu!"
"Well, your names are also very nice!" The little girl nodded seriously.
The girl in the green skirt couldn't help but smile, and stretched out her jade-white catkin to touch the little guy's head, which made the three teenagers extremely jealous.
"Brother, what's the harvest like this time?" The young man squatted down and pulled out a weed. His movements were so skillful that you could tell at a glance that he had done field work.
Song Fugui's eyes lit up, and he felt that he was much closer to the extraordinary young man in front of him. He sighed and shook his head: "It would be great to get 30% of the harvest. I'm afraid I can't even pay the rent!"
The young man frowned slightly and asked curiously: "How much rent do I have to pay?"
"One acre of land will produce 300 kilograms of spiritual grain. My fifty acres of land will equal 15,000 kilograms of spiritual grain. According to the current situation, one acre can produce 250 kilograms of spiritual grain, which is good!" Song Fugui said with a sad look on his face.
"That means you have to pay fifty kilograms of spiritual grain per mu. Fifty acres is one thousand five hundred kilograms?" The girl frowned slightly and said, "Then how do you, a family of six, survive?"
"Yeah, there's nothing we can do about it. We had a good harvest this year, but we neglected taking care of it when the seeds were forming. It would be great to have a good harvest. Just tighten your belt and get through this crop." Song Fugui said helplessly: "Wait for the next time Work harder and earn it back!”
"Brother, who said you can charge three hundred pounds per acre for rent?" A hint of undetectable displeasure flashed in the young man's eyes, and he was secretly annoyed. Li Youyin is really audacious.
"We have always harvested three hundred kilograms of spiritual grain per acre. Could it be that... the harvest at Zhengtianmen is even heavier?" the youngest guy interjected.
The handsome young man and the girl in green skirt looked at each other and couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief!
"Brother, I'm sure Zhengtianmen won't collect rent!" The young man smiled, stood up, clapped his hands, and walked away with the girl in green skirt.
The four father and son stared blankly at the two people's retreating figures. Of course, the three bastards were looking at the girl in the green skirt, but Song Fugui was looking at the handsome young man.
"Old bastard, what are you looking at?" the woman stretched out her hand and pinched her husband and cursed.
Song Fugui turned around nervously and grabbed the woman's collar, shouting tremblingly: "Chu Jun... he... he said he is Chu Jun!"
"Ah!" The three young men exclaimed at the same time: "He... he couldn't be the head of the Zhengtian Sect, right?"
"It must be, it must be!" Song Fugui was so excited that his beard twitched.
The head of the Zhengtian Sect, he actually pulled out a blade of grass in his spiritual field just now and praised his little daughter for a good name.
The outer disciples of Chaos Pavilion usually have to be respectful even when they see an inner disciple. Those elders of the Golden Core stage are like gods in their minds, let alone the Venerable Hunyuan. In Song Fugui's mind, Venerable Hunyuan is the supreme being. Now that Chaos Pavilion has been destroyed by Zhengtian Clan, the leader of Zhengtian Clan, Chu Jun, is even more powerful than Venerable Hunyuan. Such a figure is so young and so... approachable.
"Haha, I don't have to pay the rent now, thanks to the boss!" Song Fugui knelt down on the ground excitedly, kowtowing in the direction where Chu Jun disappeared, and the five people behind him also knelt down when they saw this. The disciples from the outer sect of Chaos Pavilion who were working nearby all came to inquire. They were stunned when they heard that the young man was actually the head of Zhengtian Sect. They also heard that they might not have to pay rent, and they all beamed with joy.
"Hmph, you bad guy took people to visit the Nine Peaks of Donghua. You dare to win people's hearts!" Zhao Yu gave Chu Jun a cute look.
Chu Jun couldn't help but cried out that he was wronged. He put his arms around Zhao Yu's soft and silky waist and said, "Yu'er, I sincerely accompany you to play. It was you who had to ask Song Fugui!"
Zhao Yu hummed: "But I didn't let you leave your name either!"
Chu Jun kissed Zhao Yuxiang on the cheek and said cheerfully: "Yu'er deliberately created opportunities for me, how could I let down my wife's kindness!"
Zhao Yu suddenly blushed, rolled his eyes at Chu Jun, and then laughed out loud, gloating: "Two days ago, I heard Li Xiangjun and Li Youyin discussing how much rent to charge, and now your dignified boss Jinkou Yuya said If you don’t accept the rent, I’ll see how you explain it to that woman!”
"I am the leader and I have the final say. Why should I explain it to her? Hey, why do I smell a sour smell?" Chu Jun sniffed and said with a smile.
Zhao Yu glared at Chu Jun angrily, then came to Chu Jun's lips and kissed him quickly, whispering: "I'm just jealous!"
Chu Jun's heart was filled with excitement, and he hugged Zhao Yu into his arms with both hands, kissing the fragrant cherry lips passionately. After a long time, the two separated. Zhao Yu straightened his hair, his watery eyes seemed to be dripping with water, and turned around to fly towards the main peak.
"Yu'er, don't run!" Chu Jun hurriedly chased after her.
More than half a month has passed since the war between the two factions. The burned-out buildings on Donghua Peak are still there. Shaowen and Shangguan Yu are leading people to clean up the burned ruins. While Shaowen was directing, he scolded Fan Jian and Bangchui for being prodigal, killing people, and setting fire to them. How many spiritual crystals would it cost to rebuild these buildings.
As soon as Chu Jun and Zhao Yu appeared on the mountain, Li Xiangjun greeted them gracefully and said with a charming smile: "I'm here to see my master and my mistress. Coincidentally, I have something to discuss with my master!"