97 contribution points were squandered by Jun Changxiao overnight.
There is no way, when you come to this world, if you want to become stronger, you must pay.
"Next, wait for the sect mission to appear, earn achievement points and improve the sect's construction."
Jun Chang smiled and murmured.
There are no side missions, and I don't know what the hidden missions are.
Now he can only rely on improving the construction of the sect to expand the upper limit of members to obtain contribution points.
"Head."
Li Qingyang came over and said, "I have no money."
"Out of money again?"
Jun Chang smiled and twitched the corners of his mouth.
This guy comes to ask for money every day, and he doesn't know how to save some money.
Li Qingyang said: "Master, the sect is too dilapidated, renovation is equivalent to rebuilding, so it costs a lot of money."
"All right."
Jun Changxiao threw him a few more banknotes, and said, "There are still three days left, and your juniors are coming to report, can you finish it again?"
Li Qingyang said: "It should be fine."
"That's fine."
Jun Changxiao waved his hand and said, "Go and do your work."
Li Qingyang bid farewell and left, while he sat cross-legged in the courtyard and began to run the Meditation Art.
Without the contribution value, one can only carry out traditional cultivation honestly.
However, at the end of the day, the speed at which the spiritual energy condensed 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 not practicing, so he got up and walked out of the inner courtyard to the outer courtyard.
During this period of time, he has been cultivating silently, and he doesn't ask anything about the sect's renovation, except for the daily money.
The Iron-Bone Clanking Sect covers an area of about 100 mu, divided into the inner courtyard and the outer courtyard. The inner courtyard is the place where the head disciples live, and the outer courtyard is the place for practicing martial arts.
When Jun Changxiao walked through the narrow path paved with cobblestones and entered the outer courtyard, the expression on his face suddenly froze.
In front of my eyes, what should have been a dilapidated hall, not only has a new look, with vermilion and green tiles, even the stone ladder is carved with jade railings!
The pillars used to support the main beam have been repainted and carved with lifelike birds and animals.
There are also many attic buildings on both sides of the outer courtyard, which looks very magnificent!
Outside the main hall and in the middle of the gate, there is a large martial arts arena, paved with bluestone slabs, and the materials are very high-end at a glance!
What's more annoying.
In the spare area of the outer courtyard, there are not only ponds and rockeries, but also pavilions and pavilions for rest and sightseeing!
The design of such a small place is so reasonable, I am afraid that only a master architect can do it!
"Is this my sect?"
Jun Changxiao stood where he was, with the illusion of being in a dream.
He even secretly wondered, did he time travel again, to the inner courtyard of a certain dynasty's palace
It's not a dream, it's real!
Because Li Qingyang walked out of the main hall, 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 rebuild!
"satisfy!"
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Very satisfied!"
With that said, he got up and went 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 can be described as extremely luxurious!
"Head."
Li Qingyang pointed to the first extraordinary seat on the table and said: "Your throne is made of thousand-year-old nanmu."
"Yeah?"
Jun Chang smiled and sat on it, and suddenly felt much more comfortable than the creaking broken chair before.
He rested his arms on the armrest naturally, and said quite satisfied: "Not bad, not bad!"
This is what a sect should look like.
"Head."
Jun Changxiao handed over an account book and said, "This is the details of the consumption bank for the renovation, please have a look."
As expected of being from a famous family, the money spent on the reconstruction has been recorded in detail, so that there is an account to check.
"Qingyang."
Jun Changxiao took over the account book, flipped through it casually, and praised: "Your performance makes this seat very full..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
Because, when I turned to the last page of the ledger, 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 took so much!"
As he said that, he hurriedly looked inside the space ring, only to find that there was only a pitiful three hundred taels of silver note left in it!
Master Jun has been busy cultivating for the past few days, Li Qingyang gave money every time he asked for it, he didn't care how much he gave, and he didn't care how much he left.
The contribution value is exhausted, and there is not much money left.
This made Jun Changxiao howl in his heart: "How will you live in the days to come!"
"Head."
Li Qingyang said: "This disciple plans to rebuild the inner courtyard, and it will probably cost four thousand taels of silver."
"puff!"
Jun Changxiao collapsed on the nanmu chair, foaming.
…
Money is a good thing.
Wherever it is spent, it is good!
Under Li Qingyang's generous transformation, the dilapidated Iron-Bone Sect has taken on a new look, and it has the look that a sect should have.
It's just that every time he thinks of the more than 4,000 taels of silver bills that died, the head master Jun has the urge to hug the pillar and cry bitterly.
In fact, he doesn't care much about money, but the disciples are going to report tomorrow, so many people can't eat and drink? Not allowed to have two sets of martial arts costumes? What can you do with the remaining few hundred taels!
"Why."
Sitting on the stone ladder with carved railings and jade, Jun Changxiao is not only worried about how to get contribution points, but also how to make money for 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 lightly, "The money is coming soon."
The corner of Jun Chang smiled slightly and said: "I am an upright sect, and I am also a decent sect, so how can I do such indecent acts that people in the Jianghu despise!"
Lu Qianqian said, "Then let's sell the sword."
"this… "
Jun Chang smiled, holding his chin, and said, "It's an emergency measure."
"Master!"
At this moment, Li Qingyang walked in from the outside and said, "The juniors are here!"
"Let them in."
Jun Chang stood up with a smile, patted the dust on his buttocks, and showed the majesty that a master should have.
not for a while.
More than twenty disciples entered the sect one after another.
They stood on the martial arts arena, looking at the magnificent buildings around them, all of them looked surprised.
Unexpectedly, our school is so high-end and magnificent!
Thousands of taels of silver are spent, can it be not high-end, can it not be grand.
"Why are you such a person?"
Jun Changxiao frowned and said, "Where are the other disciples?"
"Report to the master."
A disciple said respectfully: "Some brothers and sisters live in relatively remote mountain villages, and it will take a little time to come here."
"I see."
Jun Changxiao understood, and said, "Qingyang, give them a place to live."
"yes."
Li Qingyang got the order to take his juniors to the inner courtyard, but he heard a weak shout from outside the door: "Sect... Master..."
Jun Changxiao frowned, and hurried out quickly.
Li Qingyang and Lu Qianqian also followed.
As soon as the three came to the gate, they saw a young man lying on the floor covered in blood!
"Junior Brother Sun!"
Li Qingyang squatted down hurriedly, put one hand on his pulse, and checked his junior brother's injury.
The wounded 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 juniors were taken away..."
Before he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and the blood-stained letter in his hand fell off the ground.
Li Qingyang said: "Sect Leader, Junior Brother just fainted, nothing serious."
Jun Changxiao picked up the letter, opened it, and saw that there was a crooked line written on it, which read: Prepare money within three days and come to Montenegro to redeem people, otherwise the ticket will be torn up.
"Oh shit!"
Jun Changxiao held the letter angrily, and sternly said: "Dare to rob my disciples of the Iron-Bone Sect, I'm getting impatient!"