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Mu Lingfeng.

As one of the main peaks of Qingheng Sect, it has a wide range of jurisdiction.

Mu Sen held a map in his hand, which was covered with marks.

"Junior brother, take a look at which spiritual field you want." The map was covered with dense graphics, and each piece was a spiritual field.

White represents low-grade spiritual fields, green represents medium-grade spiritual fields, and green represents high-grade spiritual fields.

"Let's take this one."

Zhang Yan chose a spiritual field that was relatively close to Mu Lingfeng.

"Let me see if this one is enough for 2,000 acres." Mu Sen glanced at the map and calculated: "It's a little more, about 2,200 acres. I'll talk to Master, and these 200 acres will be a bonus."

After Mu Sen finished speaking, he took Zhang Yan and went straight to the location of the spiritual field.

The place where the 2,000-acre medium-grade spiritual field was located was a large plain, right next to a river. As far as the eye could see, there was endless green, and it was already full of spiritual rice.

"These spiritual rice originally belonged to the master. Now the master has given them to you, so they belong to you."

"This is not good!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yan felt a little embarrassed.

More than 2,000 acres of spiritual rice.

And it is spiritual rice from the middle-grade spiritual field. How many spiritual stones does it cost?

It's a bit bad to take it for free, right?

"What's the matter? Master, can you still care about your little melons and dates? I tell you, when you should fleece the master, you must not be soft-hearted. Back then, I suffered because I was too shy." When Mu Sen said this, a rare trace of sadness appeared in his dull expression.

Zhang Yan was indifferent.

The more he came into contact with Mu Sen now, the more he found that his dull-looking senior brother was actually very sultry.

If someone really regarded him as a fool, they would suffer.

"Okay, thank you for your guidance, senior brother." Zhang Yan nodded, followed Mu Sen to receive the middle-grade spiritual field, and finally the upper-grade spiritual field.

After receiving all of them, he still felt like he was dreaming.

Unknowingly, he became a big landlord!

With so many spiritual fields, he certainly couldn't cultivate them all by himself.

So he planned to hire some spiritual farmers to plant them.

Compared with the price of spiritual planters, spiritual farmers are much cheaper. After all, letting you work with spiritual planters is an opportunity for you. Why do you still make demands?

If you don't want to do it, there are spiritual farmers who are willing to do it!

Of course, this is just a joke. Everyone is a fellow disciple. Zhang Yan can't be ruthless. As long as he is the same as the sect, it will be fine.

...

All the transactions have been completed.

Mu Sen took Zhang Yan back to Mu Lingfeng.

Waiting for Zhuge Wan's call.

...

During the few days he stayed, Mu Lingfeng was visibly busy.

Some gossips also spread on the peak.

It is said that the peak master Zhuge Wan is going to accept a disciple. This is a big deal for Mu Lingfeng and even for Qingheng Sect.

But no one has guessed who it is.

So.

Ten days passed in a flash.

The entire Mu Ling Peak was decorated with festive decorations.

On this day, Zhang Yan also received a call from Zhuge Wan.

He came to Zhuge Wan's cave.

"The disciple-taking ceremony will be held in three days. Don't delay the time then." Zhuge Wan said a lot to Zhang Yan. It can be seen that she cares about Zhang Yan very much.

She really wants to take her as a disciple.

Three days passed in a flash.

On this day, Mu Ling Peak was celebrating, with auspicious clouds and spiritual energy all over the sky. A red silk curtain meandered down from Mu Ling Peak and covered the steps.

Many people came to Mu Ling Peak to congratulate.

Not only the people of Qingheng Sect, but even the well-known families and even casual cultivators in the entire Tianmu Mountains sent invitations.

Everyone was also looking forward to the disciple accepted by the master of Mu Ling Peak.

The entry disciple of the Jindan master means that he will at least be a foundation-building person in the future.

The foundation-building cultivators from the families in the Tianmu Mountains were arranged at the banquet at Muling Peak.

The spiritual wine and spiritual fruits were very luxurious.

At this moment, Zhang Yan, the protagonist, was receiving the gaze from the big boss.

In the main hall of Muling Peak.

There was a row of people sitting.

Not many people.

Only seven people.

There were men, women, old and young, but the biggest similarity between them was that they were all in the Jindan stage!!

These seven people were also the most solid force of Qingheng Sect.

At this moment.

Except for Zhuge Wan, the remaining six people all stared at Zhang Yan.

"Junior sister, is this the disciple you want to accept?" After looking at Zhang Yan for a long time, a middle-aged man in a green Taoist robe finally spoke slowly.

"Yes, this is Zhang Yan." Zhuge Wan glanced at Zhang Yan, and then looked at the middle-aged man again: "This is your second uncle, and also the leader of our Qingheng Sect."

"Hello, second uncle, hello, leader." Zhang Yan nodded obediently and saluted the leader.

"Okay, okay, okay, since you have become a disciple of Junior Sister Zhuge, you should practice well in the future. This magic weapon is given to you as my gift." Sect Master Mo Changqing looked at Zhang Yan, thought for a while, then touched his pocket and took out a top-grade magic weapon.

"Thank you, Second Uncle Master!" Seeing that the Sect Master was so generous, Zhang Yan bowed his head.

"You are still the Sect Master, but you are so stingy? You too, can you be bribed by a top-grade magic weapon?" Seeing Zhang Yan's attentiveness, Zhuge Wan was a little dissatisfied.

Zhang Yan: “???”

He didn’t understand.

A top-grade magic weapon!

One of them would cost two or three thousand spirit stones.

Some foundation-building cultivators don’t have spirit weapons, but they use top-grade magic weapons.

But such an existence was actually despised by his own master.

“Junior sister is talking about…” Mo Changqing looked at Zhang Yan in surprise.

A top-grade magic weapon as a gift is actually not a low treatment. Zhuge Wan’s previous disciples were also treated in this way.

But now Zhuge Wan is actually a little dissatisfied.

What does this mean?

It means that Zhuge Wan attaches great importance to this disciple!

Thinking of this.

Mo Changqing pondered: “Since Junior sister has spoken, I will add another second-level tea tree.”

“That’s about right, why don’t you thank the second uncle quickly?”

“Thank you, second uncle!”

Zhang Yan also hurriedly thanked him.

“You can go to my spiritual plant garden to transplant it later.”

When he said this, Mo Changqing’s hand stroking his beard was shaking.

The second-level tea tree is worth a lot! ! !

If it wasn't the disciple of Junior Sister, no other Jindan would be able to do it!

"Come, I'll introduce them to you one by one."

After getting the wool from Mo Changqing, the remaining Jindan elders came next.

These people's faces turned green.

At first, they thought it was just an ordinary apprenticeship banquet.

They didn't expect Zhuge Wan to value this disciple so much, and since the head of the sect had already shed blood, they naturally couldn't fool him.

They could only donate generously.