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

The villagers met Hu Jun near the entrance of the village.

Hu Jun was wearing white clothes with blue trim, and the black spirit sword sect uniform on his chest.

Her hair was tied with a jade crown inlaid with gold, and she held a black sword in her hand. She had a cold face, and her already gloomy face looked even more sinister.

Tan Xuan is wearing a white robe with purple borders and a picture of the bright moon covering the clouds embroidered on the back.

Half of the hair on the top of the head is tied up with a black jade hairpin, and the lower half of the hair is vertical to the waist. In the hand, there is an emerald green jade flute.

He deliberately kept a straight face, quite a bit cold and arrogant like an immortal.

The two of them walked with their backs straight, their heads held high, and their steps were steady. They exuded a bastard air and firmly grasped the monk's sense of superiority.

"I didn't know that the two immortal masters are here. I hope the immortal masters will forgive me." The village chief glanced at Hu Jun, who had a cold face, and his heart shuddered.

"Only one of you from Bishui Village didn't come to yesterday's meeting! But we, with our low cultivation, can't stand your eyes?"

Hu Jun's cold eyes held a trace of frost, and he exuded some coercion as he stared at the village chief coldly.

The village chief felt a weight on his shoulders, and his already slightly bent waist suddenly bent to a ninety-degree angle.

It was hard to breathe as if a stone had been pressed on my chest. There were beads of sweat on my forehead. My face was pale and my legs were shaking.

Then, unable to bear the pressure, he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, shouting: "I don't dare, I don't dare."

"I think you are very brave!" Hu Jun's eyes were full of murderous intent.

"Little one, I didn't get enough commission yesterday, so I really don't dare to help the immortal master." The village chief was so frightened that he kowtowed in defense.

The villagers knelt behind the village chief, like quails, shaking like chaff from fear, sweating like rain, and not daring to breathe.

The village chief almost vomited to death inside.

It was still his fault that he didn't invite someone.

Logically speaking, it would save them trouble if they didn't invite you.

In the past, I made three requests and four begged, pushed and blocked, and finally agreed reluctantly.

What now!

They didn't invite us, they came on their own!

It's his fault that it came when it came.

Really speechless!

This makes no sense!

"Have you collected enough commission now?" Tan Xuan asked.

Tan Xuan has a broad mind and an open-minded mood, so he doesn't care about this.

He saw that Hu Jun had murderous intent in his eyes and deliberately made things difficult for the village chief, so he deliberately stopped him.

The fact that he can come to Bishui Village means he has some connection with them.

Based on this, he would not let Hu Jun do anything, at least not under his nose.

At the same time, I also looked down on Hu Jun a little bit, and looked down on him a little bit.

For such a trivial matter like sesame seeds and mung beans, I want to kill someone.

Shaking his head secretly, this person is too narrow-minded. You should not make friends with this kind of person.

Although Tan Xuan is open-minded and heartless, he is not a fool.

He understands it in his heart!

"I collected enough commission early this morning." The village chief replied respectfully but with a hint of caution.

"If you have enough, then give it to me!" Tan Xuan said that he did not care about the village chief's absence yesterday.

Fortunately, today I was collecting money to give to Yun Shuiyue. Fortunately, I brought the money with me, and the money was placed on Li Laidong.

Li Laidong quickly took out the money bag from his body, lowered his head, held the money bag in both hands, and offered it respectfully.

The money bag is about the size of a black fist. The edges of the money bag are slightly discolored, which shows that it has been used for a long time.

This money bag is the lowest-level money bag, with a space the size of a large washbasin.

It can hold two thousand coins.

This kind of low-level money bag can be made by low-level weapon refiners.

The low-level money bag is made of the most common spiritual plant, the Kongkong tree. The Kongkong tree, like the Red Flame tree, can be found on larger mountains.

With the Kongkong Tree and cloth, dozens and hundreds of them can be refined in a day.

The money bag refined by the low-level Kongkong Tree is only the size of two wash basins at most.

This kind of money bag can be used just like an ordinary money bag. You don't need to use your mind, just untie the rope at the mouth of the bag with your hands.

Those high-level weapon refiners didn't bother to refine this low-grade money bag, they felt that they were losing their place.

The money bag is too low-level and can be purchased with gold coins.

It ranges from hardware to tens of thousands of gold coins.

Ordinary cotton without any patterned ornaments, like the worst piggy bank like the village chief, two gold coins each.

The most expensive one is the gold silk cloud silk money bag inlaid with various precious stones, ranging from 5,000 gold to tens of thousands of gold.

If it is the size of two washbasins and doubles the space, it will be more valuable.

This kind can generally only be purchased with spirit stones.

For a low-level weapon refiner, the chance of refining such a large money bag is very small.

It takes dozens of refining to get just one.

The success rate of a first-level weapon refiner is eighty to ninety percent.

The second grade is 100%, but they rarely refine money bags.

They are all refining storage bags. The smallest storage bag contains five cubic meters.

The better the fabric of the money bag is, the more valuable the jewelry is, and the larger the space, the more valuable the money bag will be.

If you use spirit stones to buy them, a low-level spirit stone can buy hundreds of ordinary cotton money bags without patterns.

Those big families and wealthy households still have some spiritual stones in their hands.

They usually buy a lot of these cotton money bags.

Except for the low-level maids and servants in the house, all the maids and servants who are somewhat respectable are equipped with a cotton savings bag.

The masters used high-grade fabric money bags inlaid with gems.

It is also a symbol of status.

When Yun Shuiyue sold the Red Flame Tree for the first time, the silver-black money bag that Manager Jiang took out was a relatively high-quality brocade money bag.

The village chief's cotton piggy bank was given to him by his wife as a reward for his excellent academic performance in college when he was young.

Otherwise, he would be reluctant to spend his two years' savings to buy a piggy bank.

With such a large pile of gold, silver and copper coins in it, only half of the money bag was filled.

Tan Xuan just stretched out his hand halfway, and an afterimage flashed next to him, and the money bag in Li Laidong's hand disappeared instantly.

Hu Jun on the side took the money bag faster than him and immediately counted it with his spiritual consciousness.

It took a short while to count the number, and there were more than fifty gold coins in total, which exceeded the commission amount.

Hu Jun's face turned even darker. He originally wanted to find an excuse to rectify the old thing, but in the end he got more commissions.

He has no reason either.

He secretly resented Tan Xuan for being nosy, otherwise he would have dealt with this old thing just now.

Tan Xuan intervened in this matter, and it was hard for him to bite his tongue and retaliate openly.

It was also him, Tan Xuan, who was an elder disciple of the Haoyue Sect and had a higher status than him, otherwise he would have been afraid of him.

Why is Tan Xuan, who is both a third-grade double spiritual root, the elder's direct disciple?

And he is an ordinary disciple of Deacon, not even an entry-level disciple.

This ordinary disciple was still a place he had planned for two years to obtain.

Hu Jun glanced at Tan Xuan darkly, with a hint of calculation flashing in his jealous eyes.

Dare to ruin his good deeds and embarrass him in public. You don't dare to do anything to him openly, but you can't deal with him secretly!

Since he likes to help the old guy so much, he will send them on the road together.

After the matter is resolved, Tan Xuan will shift the responsibility to Bishui Village, believing that the elder of the Haoyue Sect can destroy their village.

One moment could solve the thorn in his heart when the blue water fell on his face.

"But the commission is not enough?" Tan Xuan frowned slightly when he saw Hu Jun staring at him with cold eyes without speaking for a long time, feeling a little unhappy.

She stared at him with suspicion, suspecting that he had made a false report.