Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 43: A Day in the Life of Sect Leader Mei'er

Immortals naturally have their own methods of building pavilions, unlike the secretive methods used by the Spirit Snake Rudder. A Thousand Machine Pavilion and dozens of buildings were built in just ten days.

What's more, this is the specialty of the Thousand Machine Monks.

Although the interior furnishings have not been completed, the appearance is already in good shape.

Walking on the newly paved bluestone, Mei'er could smell the faint scent of wood, but she was still a little dazed.

I became the sect leader inexplicably.

Although this sect leader is actually just a cover and a facade, the sect leader is still the sect leader.

Mei'er was born into a humble family. When she was young, she and her parents migrated to Qingjing and encountered a demonic beast. Fortunately, Mo Jingchun, who was then practicing martial arts, arrived in time and saved Mei'er and her family.

Seeing that Mei'er had excellent talents, Mo Jingchun brought her back to Jiange.

Recalling the past, Mei'er walked out of the sect, but when he looked up and saw the plaque in front of him, his forehead still jumped.

The three small words "Zhatian Gang" are a bit eye-catching no matter how you look at them, but things have come to this point and there is no way back.

Because Liu Lili has integrated the three words "Zhatian Gang" into every corner of this building.

I beat Lily several times, but it was no use.

The back is engraved with the Thousand Machine Thunder made by the Zhatian Gang and the Tianhuan Pendant. It had flowed into the martial arts world of Qingjing's independent cultivators long before the Thousand Machine Pavilion was built.

Now the whole Qingjing knows that there is a Zhatian Gang in Linglong Valley, fifty miles away from Jiange.

Mei was thinking about something irrelevant and didn't notice anyone coming over.

"Hello, Master."

A middle-aged Thousand Machines cultivator walked into the sect with his head held high and said hello to Mei'er.

"Well, hello."

Mei'er was stunned for a moment before she realized that the man was talking to her.

In the past few days, many Thousand Machines cultivators have come here, most of them are from the Sword Sect, and a few are outsiders with clean backgrounds.

"More people will be here soon." Zhang Ze's voice sounded behind Mei'er.

"Have you established the foundation?" Mei'er asked.

"Well, it's not difficult." Zhang Ze shrugged.

Looking at Zhang Ze who came out of quarantine early, Mei'er wanted to find some sense of rebirth in him.

However, there is no difference.

There is no difference between Zhang Ze at the foundation-building stage and Zhang Ze at the fourth level of Qi training.

Mei'er even felt that if Zhang Ze ascended to the Mahayana stage one day, he would probably be like this.

"In fact, I think the Thousand Machine Monks have been waiting for an opportunity to gather together."

Zhang Ze spoke.

"It's just that because it's too deeply involved with the major righteous sects, those Jindan Thousand Machine cultivators don't dare to be the first to speak out."

"Now that we have gotten this going, those elderly people will probably come over to take a look."

Mei'er frowned, "So what do you want to do?"

"Making money or building a dungeon are both ways to keep the Thousand Machines monks alive for thousands of years. The real problem now is the path of cultivation."

"The Thousand Machines monks are monks after all, not businessmen."

"The hurdle of the Golden Core must be overcome."

"In a few days, the grandfather from the main pavilion will also come to Qingjing Land."

Before Zhang Ze finished speaking, a jade pendant in the inner ring vibrated.

This is the information of Qingpao Winery.

Information sent by Song Qingpao.

Looking at the short essay sent by Song Qingpao, Zhang Ze found that he had almost killed all the idle magic cultivators near Yangguan Road.

And I don’t know what serious illness it is, it seems like the entire Blood Lion Helm is doing this.

If you don’t know, you would really think they have turned over a new leaf.

Zhang Ze thought about it and felt that Song Qingpao had been doing a good job recently, and he couldn't just be perfunctory when dealing with a bootlicker.

If you treat him perfunctorily enough, he will just run away.

Zhang Ze thought about it and replied to the message.

Well, well done.

After waiting for a few seconds, a prompt suddenly appeared on the system.

【Zhang Ze】

[Subordinate forces: Blood Lion Rudder City South Stronghold, Green Robe Winery, control increased]

【Control 45%】

[Stronghold leader, Song Qingpao]

Haha, a dog licker.

Mei'er was watching from the side. She had already known about this from Chen Qin.

"Is this the leader of the evil sect?" "Yeah, both smart and stupid." Zhang Ze nodded.

After being interrupted by Song Qingpao, Zhang Ze was too lazy to talk about business anymore. Anyway, those old men would have to wait for some time, so it wouldn't be too late to talk about it then.

Let me talk about some trivial matters first.

Seeing that there was no one at the main gate at this time, Zhang Ze took out a book from his arms and handed it to Mei'er.

"Sister Mei, take a look. I wrote this."

Zhang Ze was still a little proud.

Mei'er looked doubtful, but she still took the novel and read it.

The first paragraph is quite normal and very tastefully written.

A young man from a small town was a genius since childhood, but he lost all his skills in an accident.

The young boy dreamed of eternity at night. He saw nine dragons pulling a coffin under the sky and an old red-haired monster fishing alone for eternity.

When he woke up, his fiancée broke off the engagement, and he was undergoing a family trial. He suffered humiliation at the mere third level of Qi training.

With a sound of sword, the fairy in white robe opened up the young man's eight extraordinary meridians, and then he took the trial and became the leader.

He dreamed of entering a secret realm, integrating Buddhism and Taoism, creating his own unique mind-set, and leaving home to gain experience and pursue the path of the sword.

I met a swordsman with a bronze gong by the Wei River and was invited to listen to music in a brothel.
Mei'er was watching intently, but she noticed something was wrong at the back.

What flesh holds the pipa obliquely in her arms, her fingers moisten the water and play the palace and the business, her red lips kiss the jade dragon, and the clear spring soaks her red clothes
The more Mei read, the more she felt something was wrong. She flipped through several pages and found that the back of the book was all yellow.

There is no plot, it's all useful information.

The brothel listened to music for three days before getting down to business.

Mei'er blushed as she read, but she found the story intriguing, so she continued reading.

However, after leaving Weishui and killing the white snake, he met a demon named Xiaoqian.
The back is gone.

"What's next?" Mei'er asked.

Zhang Ze, the broken-chapter dog, spread his hands.

"The back is gone."

“I haven’t edited it yet.”

"What's the name of this book?" Mei'er asked.

"The Path to Heaven," Zhang Ze replied.

"What does this name mean?"

"It's nothing special. It's just that it's rare to come up with a four-character title for a book, so I chose it." Zhang Ze shrugged.

Mei'er was very angry and wanted Zhang Ze to go back and continue writing, but she felt that what he said made no sense.

Although Zhang Ze doesn't do any serious work all day, it is still a bit unorthodox for him to concentrate on writing books.

Zhang Ze stretched lazily. "Thinking about these things is tiring. I have to make a conclusion and write an outline."

"worn out"

“But it seems to be working well.”

"Sister Mei'er, what do you think will happen if I delete the pornographic parts and publish the entire book?"

Mei'er frowned, "People who read this book will hate you for not finishing it."

"Then I'll spread the word that the second half of the book is in Qianji Pavilion."

Mei'er interjected, "Many, many people will come here."

"nature."

Zhang Ze nodded and said, "That's why I chose this valley on purpose."

"Sister Mei'er, look at how flat the ground ahead is. It's perfect for building a market."

"How can a sect be built in a busy city?" Mei'er was puzzled.

"As for us, we at Qianji Pavilion are engaged in business, and entering the world is also a form of cultivation." Zhang Ze said it as if it were true.

"There's no reason to run a business without having customers eat, drink and have fun."

"I've already planned everything ahead. We have restaurants and inns, and we've built a few pavilions on the mountain over there to receive our distinguished guests."

Listening to Zhang Ze's plan, Mei'er felt it was becoming more and more outrageous.

But when he got to the point, Zhang Ze stopped talking.

"But this is not too important. Please, Sister Mei'er, take me back to Jiange. The last and most important thing I need is Sister Fuji's help."

Mei'er couldn't quite keep up with Zhang Ze's train of thought.

Who is the leader?

Jiange.

"Sister Fuji! You can't eat that!"

Chen Qin, who had already established his foundation and came out of seclusion, had despair in his voice.

(End of this chapter)