The nine peaks of Donghua are still beautiful and majestic, the waterfalls and flowing springs are still murmuring, and the rise and fall of the sect has nothing to do with them. The weeds in the spirit field grew rapidly, and they were already taller than the spirit valley, and yellow and clear ears of grain could be faintly seen among the weeds. Nearly 1,000 people were in full swing sorting out the weeds in the spiritual field, and from time to time raised their heads to peek at a pair of young men and women strolling on the field path.

The man is handsome, the body is straight as a pine, and the woman is gentle and quiet like a picture scroll, and the two walk together, like a pair of fairy couples on a trip.

Song Fugui is not rich or expensive, he is just an ordinary outer disciple under the Chaos Pavilion, responsible for planting fifty acres of spiritual field, in addition to paying rent every year, the remaining little spiritual valley is barely enough to feed a family of six. Lingtian is the hope of his family's life, so Song Fugui is particularly concerned about Lingtian, getting up early and greedy for darkness, serving Lingtian meticulously, and this year's Linggu is also particularly competitive, but seeing that a bumper harvest is about to come, the Venerable took people to exterminate the Zhengtianmen Sect to fail, but was burned by others. Song Fugui was forced to flee with a family of six, and although the disciples of Zhengtianmen did not chase and kill them, they lost the spiritual field they relied on for survival, and their lives were also lost.

Song Fugui, who was almost white-headed, suddenly heard a news that Zhengtianmen recruited outer disciples in Donghua Jiufeng, even the outer disciples of the Chaos Pavilion in the past also accepted it, and returned the previous spiritual fields to them to cultivate, and many of the former outer disciples of the Chaos Pavilion ran back to farm. Song Fugui suddenly rekindled his hope and returned to Donghua Jiufeng with his bitter family. A smiling fat manager greeted him cordially, and really returned the fifty acres of spiritual land to him for cultivation. Song Fugui couldn't help but be grateful, and later heard that the fat manager was the chief manager of the inner gate of Zhengtianmen, as if he was called Li Youyin, and he had to fight with his own Song Fugui's name.

The Lingtian that has not been cared for for nearly half a month has been overgrown with weeds, and the leaves of the Linggu have begun to wither and yellow, and the original bumper harvest may turn into no harvest.

At this moment, Song Fugui's family of three is working hard to remove weeds and irrigate the spiritual field.

Song Fugui, who was busy with back pain, straightened up his old waist and beat it a few times, and suddenly found that his three uncompetitive rabbit cubs were peeking at the young men and women passing by the track and field in the distance in despair, and couldn't help but apprehension the three of them with a "butt kick", and scolded: "Hurry up and work, do you want to have no food tonight?"

The three teenage men hurriedly lowered their heads to work, but their eyes still peeked at the fairy-like woman. Song Fugui couldn't help coughing lightly and glared at his three sons fiercely. Everyone has a love for beauty, and the woman is so good-looking, even Song Fugui himself wants to take a few more looks, but judging from the dress and bearing of these two people, they must be characters with no low status in Zhengtianmen, how can they look at it casually, he is worried that the woman will be annoyed and slaughter the three rabbit cubs who don't know whether they are alive or dead. In the past, an outer disciple was blinded by others because he glanced at a female disciple of the inner sect of the Chaos Pavilion.

I'm really afraid of something, that pair of young men and women actually walked straight to this side, Song Fugui couldn't help but tremble with fright, let the three rabbit cubs look around, and see that something is coming!

When the three strong young men saw the fairy who was so beautiful that their hearts trembled that they walked this way, they couldn't help but straighten up and be stunned, but they quickly lowered their heads in shame, and it was a blasphemy to take a look at such a fairy.

The young men and women came to the edge of the Lingtian to stand still, Song Fugui was so scared that he was going to die, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "Song Fugui sees the two immortal elders!" At the same time, he turned around and shouted: "You haven't come here to give the immortal chief a salute!"

Song Fugui's daughter-in-law walked over tremblingly with an eight- or nine-year-old swarthy girl, and the three guys hid behind their father Li Fugui with their heads down.

Ying Ting smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, brother, we have no malicious intentions!"

Song Fugui smiled, rubbing his big hands as rough as old bark, and he could see that he was very nervous.

"Little sister, what's your name?" asked the girl in the green dress softly.

The voice was gentle and beautiful, like a spring breeze, and the nervous mood of Song Fugui and the others was magically calmed down. The swarthy little girl looked up at Zhao Yu with envy on her little face, and said crisply, "Song Chunhua!"

"Spring flowers are blooming, it's really a good name!" said the young man Yingting with a smile.

The little girl was immediately overjoyed, and innocently asked, "Really? But other children say it's rustic!"

"Who said that this name is good!" said the young man in a serious manner.

The little girl couldn't help but grin and show two rows of white teeth: "Brother Immortal, what's your name?"

Song Fugui hurriedly scolded, and said with a smile to the young man: "The little guy doesn't know how to be polite, don't blame the immortal chief!"

The young man waved his hand and said with a smile: "No blame, no blame, Xiao Chunhua, remember, my name is Chu Jun, and this sister's name is Zhao Yu!"

"Well, your names are nice too!" the little girl nodded earnestly.

The girl in the green dress couldn't help but smile, stretched out her white jade and touched the little guy's head, which caused the three teenagers to blush.

"Brother, what is the estimated harvest of this stubble?" The young man squatted down to pull out a weed, and his movements were so skillful that he knew that he had done field work at a glance.

Song Fugui's eyes lit up, and he felt that he was a lot closer to the extraordinary young man in front of him, sighed and shook his head: "It's good to have a thirty percent harvest, I'm afraid I can't even pay the rent!"

The young man's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he asked curiously, "How much rent do you have to pay?"

"One acre of land is three hundred catties of Linggu, the old man's fifty acres of land is fifteen thousand catties of Linggu, according to the current situation, it would be good to produce two hundred and fifty catties per acre!" Song Fugui said with a sad face.

"That is to say, each mu has to be upside down fifty catties of Linggu, and fifty mu is one thousand five hundred catties?"

"Yes, that can't be helped, this year's harvest was originally harvested, but it was abandoned and taken care of when the seeds were bearing, it would be good to have a harvest, and this stubble would be tightened and boiled" Song Fugui said helplessly: "Wait for the next stubble to be diligent and earn it back!"

"Brother, who said that you can collect 300 catties of rent per mu?" A slight displeasure flashed in the young man's eyes, and he was secretly annoyed in his heart, Li Youyin was really bold.

"I've always collected one acre and three hundred catties of Linggu, isn't it...... Is the Zhengtianmen even heavier?" the youngest interjected.

The young man in the young man and the girl in the green dress glanced at each other, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief!

"Brother, maybe Zhengtianmen won't collect rent!" the young man smiled, stood up and clapped his hands, and floated away with the girl in the green dress.

The father and son stared at the backs of the two of them, of course, the three rabbit cubs looked at the girl in the green dress, but Song Fugui looked at the young man.

"What are you looking at, old bastard?" the woman scolded as she reached out and pinched her husband.

Song Fugui turned around nervously and grabbed the woman's collar, and shouted in a trembling voice, "Chu Jun...... He...... He said he was Chu Jun!"

"Ahh......h He can't be the head of Zhengtianmen, right?"

"It must be, it must be!" Song Fugui was so excited that his beard trembled.

The head of Zhengtianmen, he actually pulled a grass in his spiritual field just now, and praised his youngest daughter's name well.

The outer disciples of the Chaos Pavilion usually had to be respectful even when they saw an inner disciple, and those elders of the Golden Pill Stage were immortal-like existences in their minds, let alone the Mixed Yuan Venerable. In Song Fugui's mind, Venerable Chaos Yuan is the supreme existence, and now that the Chaos Pavilion has been destroyed by the Zhengtian Gate, Chu Jun, the master of the Zhengtian Gate, is even more powerful than the Venerable Mixed Yuan, such a character is so young and so approachable.

"Hehe, you don't have to pay rent for this stubble, thank you to the boss!" Song Fugui knelt on the ground excitedly, kowtowed in the direction where Chu Jun disappeared, and the five people behind him also knelt down when they saw this. The disciples of the outer sect of the Chaos Pavilion who were working nearby all came to inquire, and when they heard that the young man was actually the head of the Zhengtian Sect, they couldn't help but be stunned, and when they heard that they might not have to pay rent, they all smiled.

"Hmph, you scoundrel took people to visit Donghua Jiufeng, and you dare to buy people's hearts!" Zhao Yu glanced at Chu Jun coquettishly.

Chu Jun couldn't help but cry out for wrongdoing, stretched out his hand to hug Zhao Yu's soft silky waist and said, "Yu'er, I am sincerely accompanying you to play, it is you who have to ask that Song Fugui!"

Zhao Yu snorted: "But I didn't let you leave your name either!"

Chu Jun leaned over to Zhao Yuxiang and kissed him, and said with a grin: "Yu'er deliberately created an opportunity for me, how can I live up to my daughter-in-law's kindness!"

Zhao Yu's face suddenly turned red, glanced at Chu Jun, and then burst out laughing, and said gloatingly: "Two days ago, I heard Li Xiangjun and Li Youyin discuss how much rent to collect, and now your dignified head Jinkou Yuya said that he will not collect rent, I see how you explain to that woman!"

"I'm the head of the house, I have the final say, why do I have to explain to her, hey, how can I smell a sour smell?" Chu Jun snorted and grinned.

Zhao Yu glared at Chu Jun angrily, suddenly leaned over to Chu Jun's lips and kissed him quickly, and said in a low voice: "I'm just jealous!"

Chu Jun's heart fluttered, and he hugged Zhao Yu into his arms with both hands, and kissed the fragrant cherry lips emotionally. After a long time, the two separated, Zhao Yu straightened his hair, his watery eyes seemed to be dripping, and he turned around and flew towards the main peak.

"Yu'er, don't run!" Chu Jun hurriedly chased after him.

It has been more than half a month since the war between the two factions, and the burned buildings on Donghua Peak are still there, and Shaowen and Shangguan Yu are leading people to clean up the burned ruins. Shao Wen's goods commanded, and scolded Fan Jian and the mallet for being a loser, killing people is good for killing, and they are going to fucking set fires, how many spirit crystals will it cost to rebuild these buildings.

As soon as Chu Jun and Zhao Yu appeared on the mountain, Li Xiangjun stepped forward gracefully, and said with a charming smile: "The subordinates see the master and the master's mother, but coincidentally, the subordinates are discussing with the master!"