Travel through time to cultivate immortality, and make money by farming after binding the system

"I haven't seen Hu Junxian's nephew for several years. He is really more and more handsome." Liu Dequan took two steps forward excitedly and enthusiastically, with flattery in his tone.

He secretly rejoiced that he would give him a pillow whenever he felt sleepy.

He was just thinking about how to invite someone to come down the mountain, and this person came.

The benefits of asking for help are definitely indispensable.

The key is that they are just ordinary wealthy people and cannot offer any useful chips to the immortal cultivators.

Even though Hu Jun is an uncle, his wife and Hu Jun's mother are just cousins.

The uncle who has a good appearance is very proud of him if he can please the other person to recognize him.

A small thing is okay, but for a big thing like seeking revenge from the immortal cultivator, if you want to ask him for help, you can only ask for a profit.

"Uncle has also become richer." Hu Jun looked at the plump Liu Dequan without words. The brocade robe was tightly wrapped around his body and tied into several knots, making him look like a big caterpillar.

The corner of his mouth twitched fiercely, he removed his hurt eyes, looked around and asked in confusion: "Why don't you see cousin Lin Hai?"

According to Liu Linhai's ultimate dog-licking temperament, when he knew he was coming, he had to rush out to curry favor with him.

"Good nephew... you have to make the decision for Lin Hai!" Liu Dequan howled loudly at this time, and the joy he felt when he first saw the man suddenly disappeared.

At this time, he was in tears, bursting into tears, and cried loudly with a sad face.

"What's wrong with Lin Hai?" Hu Jun was startled by his sudden change of expression and howling, and then he frowned and secretly wondered if Liu Linhai had gotten into trouble again and needed to ask him for help.

"A few days ago, a group of nuns bullied others in Mingyue Town. My son spoke out and acted bravely for what was right, which angered the nuns and injured him on the spot. Afterwards, they even sneaked into the house to murder my son.

It's a pity that my son had a bright future and lost his life at her hands at a young age. "

When Liu Dequan said this, he was so sad that he was almost speechless.

He had held it in his mouth for fear of melting and held it in his hands for fear of falling. How could he not feel sad that his son was gone like this?

"What?" Hu Jun exclaimed, somewhat disbelieving that Liu Linhai had died.

He didn't believe a word of what Liu Dequan said about being brave for justice. He knew exactly who Liu Linhai was.

No matter what the truth is, he will help Liu Linhai get this revenge back.

It's not that he has a close relationship with Liu Linhai.

But Liu Linhai often ran errands for him. He did things well and was considerate of him, which saved him a lot of trouble.

The most important thing is that there are some things that he can't handle but leave them to Liu Linhai.

Once he was discovered, he would show off his face, look righteous, kill relatives for justice, shift the responsibility to Liu Linhai, and then secretly make up for it later.

His persona in the sect was set off as very righteous and majestic, which caught the eyes of the deacons and elders.

Hu Jun was very angry. Where would he find such an obedient and loyal dogleg in the future?

Who will take the blame for him in the future?

There is no one to reinforce his image of justice and selflessness.

This revenge must be avenged.

"What's going on specifically?" Hu Jun's eyes were stern.

Beating a dog depends on the owner. If he doesn't regain his position, he will lose face.

Liu Dequan carefully told what happened and the clues he investigated.

Hu Jun took inventory of Liu Linhai's relics, and sure enough, the tracking charm was gone, as were the rejuvenation pills and defense charms.

These things were all given by him, and he knew all about Liu Linhai's possessions.

He put his hands together in front of his chest, and with fingers flying, he made a spell, closed his eyes and carefully sensed the tracking mark.

The longer the induction lasted, the tighter his frown became.

After a while, I felt a fart!

A sour and rotten smell entered his nose and went straight to his forehead, making him yue with nausea.

He opened his eyes and saw Liu Dequan staring at him awkwardly with a red face.

At this time, Liu Dequan wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

Unexpectedly, a ball of air suddenly came out of his stomach and swarmed around in his stomach.

He wanted to leave, but his anger came too quickly. As soon as he took a step back, he couldn't stop him and ran out.

Hu Jun's forehead was bulging with anger, and he wanted to blow Liu Dequan's head off on the spot.

Seeing that he was usually obedient and didn't care, he suppressed his temper and cast a purification spell.

The sour and rancid air suddenly became clear.

Hu Jun didn't know why the tracking charm lost its effect, so he could only use Liu Dequan's method.

He said solemnly: "The identity of the murderer is unknown and cannot be traced. Finding the murderer is like finding a needle in a haystack. It is very difficult."

The status of a spiritual painter is very valuable, and it is not something that just a dog or a cat can hire easily.

He ordered: "It's not yet known whether we can invite a spiritual painter. Let's find an ordinary painter to draw the portrait first. Then I'll ask my fellow brothers and sisters to help."

"Okay, okay, I'm going to ask someone to hire a painter." Liu Dequan quickly called the housekeeper and told him to hire a painter himself.

At this time, Liu Dequan's expression changed and he quickly looked at the two followers on the ground.

Their breath was weak, they still had one breath left, and they might die at any time.

"Quick, call the doctor." Liu Dequan shouted in panic.

This man is dead, how can he draw a portrait and find the murderer?

He secretly blamed himself, blaming himself for losing control of his emotions before and not paying attention to the appropriateness of his actions.

Hu Jun stepped forward to check and said: "The two of them were injured too seriously and they won't be able to wake up for a while."

Sure enough, after the examination, the government doctor said: "It will take tomorrow at the earliest to wake up. If you want to talk for a long time, it will take a day or two to use the best medicine before you have energy."

Hu Jun glanced at Liu Dequan, who was hesitant to speak, and said comfortingly: "It doesn't matter, my senior brothers and sisters and I have missions to do this time, and we will stay in the town for a few days."

In fact, he has medicine, and there is no grade of Huichun Powder.

Huichun Powder has little effect on monks, but it is enough for ordinary people.

Huichun Powder quickly replenishes vitality and repairs damaged internal injuries.

Although the Hui Chun Powder is not as good as the Rejuvenation Pill, it is still considered a miraculous medicine, and two slaves are not worthy of taking it.

Besides, Liu Linhai was already dead, so it wasn't worth the trouble for him to post a copy.

The two followers were not awake when Hu Jun left the next day.

By the time he arrived at the garrison point, his three senior brothers and sisters had already arrived.

Hu Jun hurriedly took two steps forward and bowed respectfully: "I've met senior brother and senior sister."

"Yes." All three of them nodded.

The three of them belonged to different factions, and the Ming Jian Sect was so large that they rarely met each other. In addition, Hu Jun had the lowest status, so their relationship was naturally dull.

"Junior Brother Hu is here, let's go." The speaker was a tall and strong man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a rough face, and his body was as strong as an iron tower.

He is the entry-level disciple of the elder of the Mingjian Sect's Weapon Refining Peak, Jia Ming, ranked eighth.

The status is not comparable to that of a deacon disciple.

Several people nodded and followed Jia Ming towards the center of the town.

When they arrived at the Mingyue Sect's headquarters, disciples from other affiliated sects also arrived one after another.

They arrived for a while before the disciples of Mingyue Sect arrived late.

Mingyue Sect came with ten people, and other sects had four people and some two people according to their size.

There are five men and five women in Mingyue Sect, and the leader is a woman.

The woman is tall and slender, with skin as good as snow, a cold appearance, and an extraordinary temperament. The half-combed bun on the top of her head is crowned with a white jade flower crown, and the lower half of her black hair hangs down from her back to her buttocks.

Wearing a light blue gradient blue silk fairy dress with auspicious clouds covering the moon on the back, and blue beaded shoes.

The fairy skirt of dragon brocade gauze swings with her steps, and the fairy spirit floats, making people feel awe.

The people following the woman were all dressed in similar attires, but in different colors.

The clothing is a gradient from dark green to green, then to yellow and blue.

The chattering group of people all fell silent at the same time.

Then he looked at the leading woman with excitement and whispered, "It's Senior Sister Bingran. I didn't expect her to lead the team."

"Senior Sister Bingran's cultivation seems to have improved again." The round-faced and big-eyed senior sister who was with Hu Jun exclaimed in disbelief.

"It's true, senior sister Bingran has reached the eighth level of Qi refining." Another oval-faced senior sister nodded affirmatively.

"I remember that during the sect competition, Senior Sister Bingran was at the sixth level of Qi Refining. How long ago, she reached the eighth level of Qi Refining." A woman in white clothes from another sect answered with stars in her eyes and an expression of admiration on her face.

"Hi~, you have advanced to two levels in half a year. You are worthy of the sixth-grade ice spirit root that you only encounter once in a century." Hu Jun's eyes almost fell out of envy.

Jia Ming said solemnly: "The most terrifying thing is that she is only twenty-five years old."

He was stunned by the blow, his eyes were a little confused, and his belief was somewhat shattered.

When his eyes touched the other people's wilted heads and heads, looking like they had no hope for life, his eyes suddenly lit up.