"Bring me your wooden sign!"
A cold voice sounded, but it turned out to be a dead-faced brother who was still waiting outside the attic. Fang Xing was about to pass the wooden card over, but he waved his hand, and an invisible force pulled him over, and the wooden card in Fang Xing's hand came out of his hand and flew towards him. The dead-faced brother took the wooden sign and looked it up, a contemptuous expression appeared on his face.
"Ding and other aptitudes? Huh, here comes another trash!"
Throwing the wooden sign back, Fang Xing said impatiently: "Go to the Qingmu Pavilion by yourself, I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you there!"
Said Yaoyao pointed Fang Xing in the direction of Qingmu Pavilion, turned around and left.
Fang Xingqi was annoyed in his heart and cursed loudly, thinking what kind of virtue these practitioners are!
Obviously, this dead face actually has the duty of leading the new disciples to the Qingmu Pavilion to lead a set of items, but he saw that Fang Xing's cultivation qualification level was too poor, so he didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, and didn't even pretend to be and left.
"I remember you, sooner or later I will let you try my tricks!"
Fang Xing came down the mountain indignantly. He wanted to go to Qingmu Pavilion by himself but he didn't know the way. The strange peaks and valleys between the gates formed a piece of palace eaves, so he was a little dizzy. The dead face just pointed the direction casually. Where is the pavilion
"Uh... Brother Fang..."
On the small road ahead, a big pig's head suddenly rushed over, and when he saw Fang Xing from a distance, he stopped.
This pig head is exactly the fat Taoist, but it turned out that he had promised to go to the Qingxin Bell to wait for Fang Xing and be his guide, but how could he have thought that he drank too much last night, so he just forgot about it until Qingxin He woke up when the bell rang, and then hurriedly got up, ready to go to the Qingmu Pavilion to wait for him, when he was halfway there, he happened to meet Fang Xing who was cursing all the way over.
The two faced each other, but the fat Taoist felt a little embarrassed. Although the two of them said they were brothers yesterday, they drank too much wine at that time. Although he wanted to make friends with Fang Xing now, he felt a little embarrassed in his heart.
"Oh, my brother Zhu, I've been waiting for you for a long time, why did you come here?"
As soon as Fang Xing rolled his eyes, he understood what the fat Taoist was thinking, and greeted him with a smile on his face.
"Hey...cough cough, my surname is Yu, not Zhu...I'm really sorry to keep my brother waiting..."
Seeing that Fang Xing was so enthusiastic, the fat Taoist immediately dispelled the grievances in his heart, and walked up with a smile on his face.
"Why is Junior Brother Fang alone, without a Senior Brother to guide the way?"
"There is a brother with a dead face leading the way, but he had diarrhea and ran to the toilet. I can't wait, I am going to go there by myself..."
"Er... how can a practitioner still have diarrhea?"
"Who knows, maybe the intestines are rotten..."
Fang Xing flattered, cursed Dead Face, came over and hooked the fat Taoist around the neck and left.
He was short, and could barely rest on the fat Taoist's shoulders, and this was when the fat Taoist was leaning over.
"What grade is Junior Brother Fang's aptitude rated?"
"Haha, what about you?"
"Senior brother, I'm ashamed, but I have D-level qualifications..."
"Haha, then we are almost the same!"
The two of them, one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, chatted and walked towards Qingmu Pavilion.
The fat Taoist didn't change his attitude because Fang Xing was a D-level aptitude. One was because he was also a D-level aptitude, so the eldest brother needless to say the second brother. Of the remaining outer disciples, more than half have D-level qualifications, the rest have C-level qualifications, and the rest have B-level qualifications.
As for the real Grade A qualifications, there are only a few in the entire Taoist sect, and they are all like baby bumps.
Thinking of this, Fang Xing felt a little more balanced, he was not the bottom one after all.
Not long after I came to Qingmu Pavilion, it was a three-storey attic. The whole was built with a kind of wood that exudes light green wood. There is not even a wormhole, and not even an inch of dust seems to be covered. Under the light of the rising sun in the east, there is a faint brilliance flowing, and the treasure is solemn.
Just as the fat Taoist and Fang Xing approached, a thin old Taoist walked over beside the wooden pavilion. The fat Taoist hurriedly pulled Fang Xing to salute him, calling him Senior Brother Qiao. Fang Xing took a look at him, but found that he could see through his cultivation, only the fourth level of agility. It seemed that although his appearance and age seemed to be similar to that of the elder Gao just now, their cultivation was far apart.
Brother Qiao took Fang Xing's wooden sign and looked at it. He didn't have much trouble, so he arranged for Fang Xing a hut under Yunyin Peak as a place of practice, and gave him a small Qingyun sect Taoist robe. In this thin booklet of Qingyun Forging Qi, there is also a small red crystal-clear stone the size of a pebble. It is said that this is the spirit stone used for cultivation, and then Fang Xing was sent to the Magic Artifact Pavilion.
"Junior Brother Fang, don't underestimate this spirit stone. We will rely on it for our future cultivation. Our outer disciples are treated poorly. We only receive spirit stones once every three months. We treat them as treasures and put them in the world of mortals. , each piece is worth a hundred gold..."
Seeing Fang Xing looking over and over at the spirit stone in his hand, the fat Taoist said.
"Only one piece every three months? This door is so stingy!"
Fang Xing was a little dissatisfied.
"Oh, this is a cultivation resource. It is not bad for a white-collar worker every three months. This is because our aptitude is low. Although we are both outer disciples, those with D-level qualifications can get one every three months, and those with C-level qualifications can get one piece every three months. You can get one yuan in two months for a grade B qualification, one yuan a month for a grade B qualification, and a lot for a grade A qualification. If you can get two yuan a month, they are all rich people... "
"Hey, there is a rich man who wants to catch up with the situation, and rob the two of them another day..."
"Junior brother, don't mess around. Those disciples with Grade A qualifications are not easy to mess with. If there is a dispute, even if it is clearly provoked by them, the elders will definitely punish us. If you want to get some extra money, I'll give you money." I can introduce you to take a job as the Supervisor of Miscellaneous Affairs, but you can get a spirit stone every three months just by working hard, which is doubled..."
"Haha, it's not suitable for my little brother, let me think about it!"
The two were chatting, and they had already arrived in front of the Magic Artifact Pavilion. The fat Taoist suddenly remembered something, and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Fang, when you arrive at the Magic Artifact Pavilion later, obediently hand over this spirit stone to the senior brother guarding the pavilion. Then take out a magic weapon under his guidance... "
Fang Xing was startled, rolled his eyes and said, "Are you kidding me? Why give them a spirit stone that only comes every three months?"
The fat Taoist didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "This is not the time to knock on the door. Our Qingyun Sect Outer Patriarchal Artifact Pavilion is full of old objects eliminated by our predecessors, and more than half of them are broken. If you give filial respect , these guarding brothers will naturally point you to a good one, but if you are not filial, they will completely ignore you. How do you know which one is good and which one is bad, these black-hearted ghosts , but there are many broken flying swords that have been polished and polished, and they are specially placed there to deceive people... "
As he said that, he took out one of his sword symbols and showed it to Fang Xing: "You see, I was lacking in filial piety at the beginning, but I took this sword symbol under their instigation. It is said that it can release quite a lot of energy from a fourth-level monk. Sword Qi, at that time I thought I had found a treasure, and I was overjoyed, but later I realized that this sword talisman can only be used once, except for that test, it is useless again, I don’t want to throw it away, keep it No, I want to cry but have no tears, so I can only stay by my side now, purely as a thought... "
"It seems that you are useless, no wonder you will run to the Taoist boys to show off your power..."
Fang Xing slandered the fat Taoist in his heart, but he said with a smile: "Thank you for your guidance, brother, I understand!"
The fat Taoist didn't follow into the Dharma Artifact Pavilion, but waited outside the pavilion, and Fang Xing swaggered in by himself.
"Bold, Qingyun Patriarchal Artifact Pavilion, how can idlers be allowed to intrude!"
Fang Xing was taken aback by a sudden shout, but he saw three people turning out from the side of the Dharma Artifact Pavilion. Seemingly taller than a mouse, Little Mung Dou's eyes are shining brightly. It is only after seeing him that he understands why others say that his eyes are focused. This guy's eyes are well focused.
Fang Xing quietly took a look, and saw the cultivation bases of these three people. The big mouse spirit was at the third level of agility, and the other two were at the second level. He could see that these three people were showing their power to him. He smiled, but said respectfully on his face: "Fang Xing, a newly promoted outer sect disciple, came here to receive the magic weapon in accordance with the sect's rules. There is a waist card given by Elder Gao as proof. Please have a look..."
The big mouse spirit took the wooden sign, glanced at it, and sneered: "So you are a new outer disciple, you don't know the rules, this time I will forgive you for trespassing on the Magic Artifact Pavilion, but you just Come here to receive the magic weapon with such an empty mouth?"
Those small eyes flickered, clearly implying that Du Fang had benefited.
"Uh, what does senior brother mean?"
Fang Xing smirked and pretended to be stupid, but he didn't want to give it. After all, it was a spirit stone!
Others need their advice to avoid getting damaged magical artifacts. I am not afraid. Is the Yin-Yang God and Demon Sword just a joke
"You bastard, why are you pretending to be confused, hand over the Lingshi quickly, or get lost as soon as possible..."
But a man next to the mouse spirit got angry and reprimanded him bluntly. He didn't even ask for a bit of face and asked for Lingshi directly.
Fang Xing's complexion suddenly changed. Originally, although he was reluctant, but after thinking about it, he still planned to hand over the spirit stone. After all, he just entered the mountain gate, and he didn't know the depth of the mountain and the shallowness of the water, so it was necessary for him not to show off so much. But he is a soft eater, and when the man next to the mouse spirit yelled and scolded him, Xiao Bang's temper immediately rose.
"I only had such a spirit stone in three months, why should I give you such a bastard?"
Fang Xing's voice was louder than that man's voice, but it startled the three of them.