Chapter 925 Go to Shushan Sword Sect(1/2)
Hearing this, Chen Yang was almost vomiting blood.
Where can I get you a mature scepter?
This herb is not ordinary.
Although it is not as good as the longevity immortal, it is not much worse.
Moreover, what Zong Muhua lacks is the knotweed. Even if you give him the immortal of longevity, he may not want it.
"senior……"
“No need to say more nonsense.”
Zong Muhua interrupted him and said, "Or give me a mature knotweed, or do something for me."
Chen Yang asked: "What's the matter?"
Zong Muhua said: "Go to Shushan Sword Sect and get some things."
Shushan Sword Sect?
A sect in the world?
The only time he had contact with the Jianghu Sect was when he fought with the Bashan Sect in Shennongjia a few days ago.
The first impression these sects gave him was that they were poor.
In terms of poverty, there is no distinction between disciples of immortal sects such as Wang Xianzhi and Liang Shiwen.
"No problem." Chen Yang responded.
Zong Muhua smiled: "Boy, do you think I will let you both go?"
"Don't be naive, I'm not that stupid."
"Leave one, go one."
"I will give you ten days. If you don't come back with something in ten days, those who stay will stay forever."
Chen Yang smiled and said, "What did you say in your senior? This is what you deserve."
He immediately asked, "But when we go to Shushan Sword Sect, why should we give our predecessors what we want?"
Zong Muhua said: "The former head of Shushan Sword Sect once owed me a favor. If I open my mouth, they will not refuse."
"The children of the world value confidence and integrity, which is more important than life."
"Come with me."
Zong Muhua turned around and walked towards the house, and ordered: "Get paper and pen."
Immediately, a demon came into the house to get paper and pen, and carefully placed it on a table.
Zong Muhua wrote down lines of words, and Chen Yang glanced at it quickly.
The words written on the paper are all polite words, and the key points are the ones behind them.
He hopes that Shushan Sword Sect can provide him with some medicinal materials.
What they have to do is mainly errands.
After writing, he folded the paper, stuffed it into an envelope, took out a jade pendant, and placed it on the table.
Then he looked at the two of them: "Who are you going?"
"I'll go." Pang Songquan looked at Chen Yang: "It doesn't take ten days, at most three days, I will definitely come back."
Chen Yang had no objection.
Zong Muhua said: "Take this letter and jade pendant to go to Shushan Sword Sect. They will give you the medicinal materials and bring them back."
Pang Songquan carefully put away the things, and then pointed three fingers at the sky: "I, Pang Songquan, swear today, and will definitely do my job well. If I don't return for the future, I will be struck by lightning!"
Chen Yang: “…”
Zong Muhua nodded slightly.
The monk cannot swear randomly. This young man looks honest and honest, not a slick person.
Zong Muhua was relieved when he went.
If Chen Yang was asked to go, to be honest, he would not be very relieved.
He doesn't like people like Chen Yang.
Too smart and too much thought.
"I'm going now." Pang Songquan left without delay.
He thought of going early and coming back early.
"Wait a moment."
Chen Yang stopped him and turned around and said, "Senior, I'll say something to him."
Zong Muhua waved his hand and the two walked away.
Chen Yang whispered: "You must be careful when you go to Shushan Sword Sect this time..."
"Why? It's just running errands."
"You..." Chen Yang rolled his eyes: "Are you really stupid? Do you think it's so simple to run an errand?"
"What about that?"
"Forget it, you don't know it either. After going down the mountain, call Wen Ziyuan and tell him the situation and let him go with you. Remember, you must let him follow you."
"Oh." Pang Songquan didn't understand what Chen Yang was worried about.
But he nodded and agreed.
Chen Yang watched him leave, and he was still a little worried.
Zong Muhua said it nicely, and the Shushan Sword Sect owed him a favor.
But this favor was owed by the previous head.
If you are not in your position, you will not do your own affairs.
Everyone has fallen from the position of the head of the sect. Can the favors he owes still count?
What's more, there are more than a dozen medicinal herbs written on Thaksin, and each one is not an ordinary product.
If Shushan Sword Sect is as poor as Bashan Sect.
Then Zong Muhua's behavior is like adding insult to injury.
You are already a poor sect, and you even have to ask others for medicinal materials.
What would people think?
The most important thing is that Chen Yang didn't understand.
Why doesn’t he do such a simple thing as running errands?
There is only one explanation.
This is not as simple as running an errand.
However, with Wen Ziyuan following, the situation should not be too bad.
"Boy, come here for dinner."
Zong Muhua shouted.
"Thank you, senior."
"No need to thank me, I'll clean the pot and wash the dishes after I finish eating."
“…”
I, Chen Xuanyang, have I actually fallen to the point of washing pots and dishes?
He twitched his lips and squeezed out a smile: "It should be."
After dinner, Luoluo helped Chen Yang wash the pot and dishes together. Seeing this, Zong Muhua's face was a little dark.
Chen Yang turned around from time to time and smiled at him. That smile made Zong Muhua want to twist his head off as a ball.
My baby daughter, I can’t bear to let her go into the kitchen, but today I actually helped him clean the pot and wash the dishes!
Life in the forest area is simple, boring and boring.
Chen Yang's private life is not rich, and he usually practices in addition to practicing.
Today, after drinking and eating, I did not practice.
Instead, I talked and chatted with Luoluo, tied her hair, and made her a beautiful head flower.
Tell her again that she can make beautiful clothes, but she doesn’t have cloth.
The little girl looked at herself in the mirror, wearing beautiful braids, and her little face smiled very happily.
He kept circling around Chen Yang, as if he had regarded Chen Yang as his close friend.
To be continued...