A scrap collection station comes to mind

"yes."

Tan Lin and the others resigned.

Chen Muyu turned to Yang Feng next to him and said, "You will send an order soon, asking the Eighth Palace and Nineteenth Peak to hand over the waste materials of each vein..."

"yes."

Yang Feng didn't ask anything. What the master said was an order. There must be his purpose in doing so.

The reason why this matter was handed over to Yang Feng was because Yang Feng was the Holy Son of the Jidao Palace. Now that Yang Lin was gone, Yang Feng, even as a superintendent, could issue orders to various factions on behalf of Yang Lin.

Although Chen Muyu has the status of the Lord of Tianquan Palace, the scope of authority of the Lord of Tianquan Palace is limited. He can only manage this part of the Tianquan Palace. Even if there are a few lines under his command, it is only a few lines. , stood up in his capacity and said that each faction should hand over something, even if it was just waste, but not everyone would respond positively.

After all, there are eight palaces and nineteen peaks in the Jidao Palace, and most of them recognize Yang Lin as the sect leader. As for Chen Muyu, to many people, he is just promoted by sect leader Yang.

After Yang Feng left, Chen Muyu returned to the palace, already thinking about how to use the 800 billion wealth.

Wealth is earned for what it is worth, of course it is earned and spent.

Chen Muyu didn't want to accumulate too much wealth in his hands. After all, there was no meaning in having wealth in his hands. Converting it into combat power was the most practical thing for him.

Moreover, the wealth value exceeds 1 trillion, and the system may need to be upgraded, and then it may be impossible to contact the system for a long time.

So use it if you have money. This is Chen Muyu's principle.

Spend 200 billion first, and then increase Nan Ming's strength by one liter.

In addition, it is time for me to improve my own level.

He is now at the early stage of the ninth level, but he increasingly feels that his strength is not enough.

"Palace Master."

While Chen Muyu was calculating the use of wealth, Du Juan's voice came from outside the hall, interrupting him.

"What's up?"

Chen Muyu took a look and saw that it was getting late outside. If there was nothing urgent, Du Juan would not dare to disturb him.

"Palace Master, the head of Kuzhu Peak, Wang Lingyu wants to see you."

Du Juan's cautious voice came again from outside the hall.

"Um?"

Chen Muyu was stunned for a moment, then thought of what happened during the day, and immediately said, "Didn't I tell you that the spiritual mine matter is waiting to be arranged. Everyone is waiting, but she, Kuzhu Peak, can't wait? Does she, Kuzhu Peak, need to be special?"

Speaking of the latter part, Chen Muyu's voice was naturally filled with anger.

It's okay to send someone to ask during the day. It's already night, and he actually came here in person.

Do you just not take me, the Lord of Tianquan Palace, seriously?

"Palace Master."

Du Juan's voice was slightly trembling, "Director Wang said, it's not about the spiritual mine."

"It's not about the spiritual mine? What is it?"

Chen Muyu frowned slightly.

"I, I don't know either."

"snort."

After asking questions, Chen Muyu snorted, "Take her to the side hall and wait."

"yes."

With a flurry of footsteps, Du Juan fled away.

Are you that terrible?

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows, I don't eat people, why are you so afraid of me?

I looked at myself in the bronze mirror. I saw that I was quite kind and handsome.

…

——

Side hall.

As soon as he stepped into the side hall, Chen Muyu smelled a faint fragrance.

A woman in white clothes stood in the side hall with her back to Chen Muyu. Although her face was not visible, her figure and curves were enough.

This woman must be wearing perfume.

Chen Muyu cursed in his heart.

"Ahem, what brought Master Wang here?"

With a slight cough, Chen Muyu calmly entered the side hall.

When the woman heard this, her body trembled slightly and she turned around.

When Chen Muyu took one look, the pores in his body almost exploded.

The low light pink tube top is covered by a light gauze. The abyss is like a black hole, attracting people's eyes and never letting go.

Slightly chubby, her red face makes her skin look whiter.

…

"Lingyu pays homage to my uncle."

Wang Lingyu bowed slightly, not knowing whether it was because he was afraid or shy, but he just lowered his head and his voice was a bit clipped, but it was quite pleasant.

Chen Muyu couldn't help but stepped forward.

I was alerted all over, I came back to my senses, realized that I had lost my temper, and quickly laughed dryly, "No need to be polite, sit down quickly."

He immediately took the main seat.

Wang Lingyu was still standing where he was, looking a little embarrassed.

"Master Wang?"

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows and looked at her in surprise.

"Uncle Master, just call me Lingyu."

"Uh, Lingyu."

Chen Muyu felt a little strange, and he didn't dare to look at her more, for fear of being caught by the abyss, "Is there something wrong with you coming to me so late?"

It was embarrassing, so I quickly asked about the business.

While she was talking, she couldn't help but compare her with Shen Piaopiao in her heart.

In terms of beauty, this Wang Lingyu is not bad, but compared with Shen Piaopiao, there is still a little distance.

But it's hard to say what kind of figure it is. After all, he hasn't seen Shen Piaopiao wearing it like this.

Very good, very good.

Thinking about it, a smile couldn't help but form on the corner of his mouth.

But this smile was keenly noticed by Wang Lingyu.

A bit obscene.

Sure enough, the senior sister was right, he was indeed a lecher.

Wang Lingyu had already imagined what he would encounter in the future.

But there is no other way. For the sake of the future of Kuzhu Peak, I can only endure it and treat it like feeding it to a dog. At least the appearance of this perverted dog does not look so disgusting.

Comforting myself.

Wang Lingyu took a deep breath and said to Chen Muyu, "Uncle Master, Lingyu has something to ask for."

Chen Muyu was a little distracted, and after hearing this, he quickly straightened his body.

What happened to you recently? Is it because he hasn’t been around women for a long time, or is there something wrong with his practice?

"Lingyu, didn't you say you're here for the matter of the spiritual mine?"

Chen Muyu said something directly, trying to stop Wang Lingyu's mouth.

"Uncle Master."

Wang Lingyu raised his head and looked at Chen Muyu, with a pair of eyes filled with glistening crystals, looking completely pitiful, "Uncle Master, I don't know something. We at Bitter Bamboo Peak, because there is no supply of spiritual stones, almost all the disciples have left. We still have to go." There is really no way I can supplement the spiritual stone expenses of the remaining disciples. After the death of Master, the future of Bitter Bamboo Peak is on my shoulders. I..."

While talking, Wang Lingyu's tears were already flowing down.

I really feel pity for you.

Playing the pity card, right?

Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows slightly, and just looked at her quietly, watched her cry quietly, and watched her performance quietly.

He has seen many such scenes. He is not the kind of man who doesn't like seeing a woman cry and makes his legs weak when she cries.