Chapter 24 The Rebuilt Iron Bone Pie

The 97 contribution points were squandered by Jun Changxiao overnight.

There is no way, to come to this world, if you want to become stronger, you must pay.

"Next, just wait for the sect mission to appear, and earn achievement points to improve the sect construction."

Jun Chang smiled and murmured.

There are no side quests, and I don't know what the hidden quest is.

At present, he can only rely on improving the construction of the sect to expand the upper limit of members to obtain contribution value.

"Master."

Li Qingyang walked over and said, "I'm out of money."

"No money again?"

Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched.

This guy comes to ask for money every day, and he doesn't know how to save money.

Li Qingyang said: "Master, the sect is too shabby. Renovation equals reconstruction, so it will cost more money."

"All right."

Jun Changxiao threw him a few more silver notes, and said, "There are still three days, and your junior brothers will come to report, can you finish it again?"

Li Qingyang said: "It should be fine."

"That's fine."

Jun Changxiao waved his hand and said, "Go get busy."

Li Qingyang said goodbye and left, while he sat cross-legged in the courtyard and began to run the meditation technique.

Without the contribution value, one can only honestly carry out traditional cultivation.

However, at the end of the day, the speed of spiritual energy condensing in the dantian is very slow, making Jun Changxiao realize that the higher the realm, the harder it is for the meridians to open!

"Hey."

He sighed: "It would be great if there were endless contribution points."

...

the next day.

Jun Changxiao was not cultivating, got up and walked out of the inner courtyard and went to the outer courtyard.

During this period of time, he had been cultivating in silence, and he did not ask anything about the renovation of the sect, except for daily money.

The Iron Guzheng Sect covers an area of ​​about 100 acres and is divided into an inner courtyard and an outer courtyard. The inner courtyard is where the disciples of the sect master live, and the outer courtyard is where they practice martial arts.

When Jun Changxiao walked through the cobblestone-paved sheep intestines path and entered the outer courtyard, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

In front of you, what should have been a deserted hall, not only has a new look, but also the stone stairs are carved with jade railings!

The pillars that support the main beams have been repainted with lifelike carvings of birds and animals.

There are also many attic buildings on both sides of the outer courtyard, which looks very magnificent!

Outside the main hall and in the middle of the gate, there is a large martial arts field, paved with bluestone slabs, and you can see that the materials are very high-end!

Even more annoyed.

In the spare area of ​​the outer courtyard, there are not only ponds and rockeries, but also pavilions and pavilions for rest and sightseeing!

The design of the small place is so reasonable, I am afraid that only a master architect can do it!

"Is this the sect of this seat?"

Jun Changxiao stood there, having the illusion that it was like a dream.

I even thought secretly, did I travel through again, to the inner courtyard of the palace of a certain dynasty?

It's not a dream, it's real!

Because Li Qingyang walked out of the main hall, came to him and said, "Sect Master, are you satisfied with the renovation of the outer courtyard?"

This is not a renovation, this is simply a rebuild!

"satisfy!"

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Very satisfied!"

With that said, he got up and went to the main hall.

As soon as I entered, I was shocked, because the ground was also paved with neat slate, and there were mahogany chairs on both sides, which was extremely luxurious!

"Master."

Li Qingyang pointed to the first extraordinary chair and said, "Your throne is made of thousand-year-old nanmu."

"yes?"

Jun Chang smiled and sat up, suddenly feeling much more comfortable than the creaky broken chair before.

With his arms naturally resting on the armrests, he said with satisfaction, "Yes, yes!"

This is what a sect should be like.

"Master.

"

Jun Changxiao handed over a ledger and said, "This is the details of the refurbished consumption of silver taels, please take a look."

As expected of a famous family, all the money spent on rebuilding was written down, so that the account can be checked.

"Qingyang."

Jun Changxiao took over the ledger, and while flipping through it casually, he praised: "Your performance has made this seat very full..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Because, when I turned to the last page of the ledger, I clearly saw that the total consumption recorded on it was - 4,650 taels!

Jun Changxiao almost jumped up and said, "It took so much!"

Having said that, he hurriedly looked inside the space ring and found that there were only three hundred taels of money left in it!

The head of Jun Da has been busy with cultivation these days. Li Qingyang will give the money every time he asks for it. He doesn't care how much he gives or how much is left.

The contribution value is exhausted, and there is not much money left.

This made Jun Changxiao cry in his heart: "How will you live in the future?"

"Master."

Li Qingyang said: "The disciple plans to rebuild the inner courtyard, and it will cost about 4,000 taels."

"puff!"

Jun Changxiao slumped on the nanmu chair, spitting out white foam.

...

Money is a good thing.

Spend it wherever you want!

Under Li Qingyang's generous transformation, the dilapidated and sturdy sect has a new look, and it also has the appearance of a sect.

It's just that every time he thinks of the more than 4,000 taels of silver bills that died, the head of Jun has the urge to cry while holding the pillar.

He actually doesn't care much about money, but tomorrow the disciples are coming to report, so many people are not allowed to eat and drink? Can't have two sets of martial arts costumes? What can I do with a few hundred taels left?

"Hey."

Sitting on the stone ladder made of carved jade, Jun Changxiao was not only worried about how to obtain contribution points, but also how to make money for the daily expenses of the sect.

"flourishing."

He asked for help: "Is there any way to make money quickly?"

"Go rob."

Lu Qianqian said lightly, "Come on the money quickly."

Jun Changxiao twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "I'm a sturdy sect who is also a well-known and decent one. How could I do such a rude deed that people in the arena despise!"

Lu Qianqian said: "Then sell swords."

"this……"

Jun Changxiao held his chin and said, "It is an emergency measure."

"Master!"

Just at this moment, Li Qingyang walked in from outside and said, "Junior and younger brothers are here!"

"Let them in."

Jun Changxiao stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks, showing the majesty that a head should have.

Soon.

More than twenty disciples entered the sect one after another.

They stood on the martial arts arena, looking at the magnificent buildings around them, all of them were surprised.

Unexpectedly, our martial art is so high-end atmosphere!

A few thousand taels of silver bills are spent, can it be high-end or not?

"Why are there so many people?"

Jun Changxiao frowned and said, "What about the other disciples?"

"Sect Master."

A disciple said respectfully: "Some brothers and sisters live in remote mountain villages, so it will take a while to get here."

"I see."

Jun Changxiao understood and said, "Qingyang, give them a place to live."

"Yes."

Li Qingyang got the order and was about to take the juniors to the inner courtyard, but he heard a weak voice from outside the door: "Master... Master..."

Jun Changxiao frowned and hurriedly walked out.

Li Qingyang and Lu Qianqian also followed.

As soon as the three of them arrived in front of the gate, they saw a teenager lying on the floor covered in blood!

"Junior Brother Sun!"

Li Qingyang squatted down in a hurry, put one hand on his pulse, and probed for his younger brother's injury.

The wounded disciple endured the pain and said weakly, "Master... Sect Master, there are more than 30 disciples in the group, and they were ambushed by bandits on the road, and the juniors were kidnapped..."

Before he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and the blood-stained letter in his hand fell to the ground.

Li Qingyang said: "Sect Master, Junior Brother just passed out, there is no serious problem."

Jun Changxiao picked up the letter, opened it, and saw a crooked line written on it.

"Oh shit!"

Jun Changxiao held the letter angrily, and said sternly, "Dare to rob me of my iron-boned disciples, I'm getting impatient!"