The soil has become refined [Sword Three]

That said, but when the few people really rushed there, they were still stumped by the first step of rebuilding the sect.

As a sect, in addition to the "software" of exercises, it also needs "hardware facilities".

Just like now, looking at the boundless primeval forest around them, they must first ensure that the only remaining disciples in their sect will not be killed by the monsters who occupy the mountain as their king and feed them.

Not only do you need a place to live, but you also need a corresponding martial art circle to keep danger out.

In addition, they still need to recruit disciples. After the disciples are recruited, they have to teach the disciples, but they have to give them a place to practice if they don't practice fake moves.

And once in actual combat, injuries are always inevitable.

Although Xie Qianjun can indeed heal, but he is a majestic Xuancang sect elder after all, and healing the injuries of low-level disciples all the time is a "forceful" thing.Therefore, various healing elixirs are necessary again.

Beside this there is……

This is only what they can think of, and there are many unexpected things, no one can guarantee that accidents will not happen, right?

It is difficult for five people and one weasel to sit down and count together.

Although it is difficult, this matter cannot be avoided.

Yun Lin had retreated before, mainly because he was embarrassed to bother Xie Qianjun. The other party had really helped them a lot, and if he continued to help like this, he felt that he might not be able to pay it back.

Little did he know that this was exactly Xie Qianjun's purpose, since he was transmigrated, he didn't want to try to squeeze it... Uh no, helping the protagonist, wouldn't that push him to a dead end?

In the end, it was Zong Mo who came out, and Yun Lin was not so panicked.

"Over the past ten years, I have been raised by my seniors, and my martial arts and swordsmanship have also been taught by my seniors. If my seniors can't teach me well, who else can teach me well?"

Yun Lin blushed when he praised him, "Actually not..."

"If we don't have a house, we'll build it ourselves; if we don't have exercises, we'll go to the secret realm; if we don't have elixir, we'll go to an alchemist. There's nothing we can't solve." Zong Mo looked at his senior brother seriously, "As long as senior brother doesn't give up."

Seeing Zong Mo's earnest appearance, Yun Lin was taken aback, always feeling that there seemed to be something different about the child he raised.

But what was the difference, he couldn't tell for a while.

As if, grew up in an instant.

***

After Yunlin also strengthened his determination, the matter of rebuilding the sect started in a hurry.

Xie Qianjun and Ah Yang are responsible for recruiting disciples, while others are responsible for building the sect.

In fact, when it was first proposed to recruit disciples, everyone except Xie Qianjun subconsciously looked at Ah Yang.

Xie Qianjun could understand what those people meant, it was nothing more than four words, rich and self-willed.

However, even if A Rang has a lot of treasures in his hands, he can't squander them at will. What if they run out one day?

Furthermore, the loyalty of those who are attracted to the sect is another matter.

If Xie Qianjun was recruiting people, he would be looking for someone who knew their sect was in decline but was still willing to join.

So when going out, Xie Qianjun forcibly brought Zong Mo with him.

In his opinion, there is no more suitable "bait" than the protagonist.

When Zong Mo faced other people except Yun Lin, he was very silent. He was polite enough when dealing with people, but he always gave people a feeling that he was inaccessible.

Xie Qianjun even felt that when Zong Mo looked at him, he would unconsciously show a sizing look, as if he was thinking about something.The current respect is only because I have been kind to them.

***

Xie Qianjun already had some ideas in his mind as to where to find a suitable disciple.

The Taixu Immortal Sect next door to them, you can go to the nearby towns to have a look first, with the protagonist in hand, maybe they will be coaxed...

No, what about recruiting a disciple?

There is a small city not far from Taixu Xianzong's side gate. It is said that it existed when Taixu Xianzong established the sect.

At this time, Xie Qianjun and the others came here, firstly to find suitable disciples, and secondly to sell some things accumulated in their hands.

But it's not the ones that shot Ah Rang, but the storage bags in the Ultimate Secret Realm.

Some things that are too iconic are picked out by Yunlin, and they will be exchanged in places similar to the black market later.

And some things like elixir and natural materials and earth treasures are not so particular, they are sold directly for money, and at the same time, they are also testing the prices here.

"Let's take a look here first." A Rang tugged Xie Qianjun's sleeve, pointing to a shop called Ruiyunju.

The decoration of Ruiyunju is elegant and exquisite, and the font on the plaque outside the door is free and unrestrained. It is indeed more eye-catching than the left and right. It is no wonder that A Rang took a fancy to this house at first sight.

Naturally, Xie Qianjun would not object, and after turning around and talking to Zong Mo, several of them walked in together.

***

"What orders does the guest have?" As soon as he entered the door, a handsome man stepped forward and asked in a gentle voice.

Xie Qianjun didn't speak, just pushed Ah Rang and looked at him with a smile.

Although Ah Rang has communicated well with other people in the sect, this is not enough. If he wants to survive in the cultivation world, he still needs to deal with more people.

A Rang blinked, and directly took out a storage bag, "Do you keep the things in it?"

Xie Qianjun: ...

Didn't he remind you not to take out this storage bag at will?

This style is very strange and eye-catching!

Sighing in his heart, Xie Qianjun casually took Qing Yuliu off his back and carried it into his arms, just in case.

Let's hope you don't run into someone who knows this type of storage bag.

However, things turned out to be contrary to expectations. After seeing the appearance of the storage bag clearly, the young man immediately showed surprise on his face, "This storage bag...where did the guest get it from?"

Hearing this, not only Xie Qianjun, but Zong Mo also became vigilant.

Seeing that the three people on the opposite side all changed their colors, the young man immediately said, "Everyone misunderstood, the owner of this storage bag is not my friend, but my enemy."

Huh?

A Rang subconsciously relaxed a little, but Xie Qianjun and Zong Mo still looked at each other vigilantly, as if they were considering whether the other party was telling the truth or lying for their lives.

The young man on the opposite side smiled wryly, "What I said is the truth."

"How to prove it?" Xie Qianjun said in a deep voice.

Although he already believed seven or eight percent of what this person said, he still didn't dare to believe it all without proof.

"It's just that no one has come out to confront the three with swords until now." The young man's voice was calm, "Although I lost to the three, I can still save my life for the time being. If I shout loudly and wait for rescue, I can naturally take them out." Next. But I never did."

Zong Mo had already been persuaded by the other party, but whether he should put down his guard or not, at this moment, he still listened to Xie Qianjun.

After they were silent for a while, Xie Qianjun's mouth curled slightly, "Then I'll believe you once."

In fact, seeing the name on the opponent's head changed from yellow to green, Xie Qianjun knew that the danger had been lifted.

To put it bluntly, his "bluff" just now was for A Rang to see.

This time they met the enemy of the owner of the storage bag, but what if they met friends next time?

You must not have the heart to harm others, and you must not have the heart to guard against others.

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