Chapter 7

Xuanjianzong is worthy of being a famous school of practice. From the foot of Tianjian mountain, he pays great attention to every plant, flower and stone. Rao is ignorant of this. Su Moyu also sees that it is not easy.

The gatekeeper's disciples saw this group from a distance. An older man greeted them from the mountain gate, exchanged a few words with De'an and directly let them go. Only when he came to Su Moyu, he was stopped.

"Will you be a factotum?" the Taoist priest asked with a frown.

Su Moyu nodded repeatedly and bowed to his knees. Naturally, he did enough.

"Come with me, be careful all the way and don't make any noise!" the Taoist frowned and led Su Moyu to pick up a path and go up the mountain from different directions.

After parting with the crowd, Su Moyu felt a lot less pressure in his heart. With the old Taoist seven turns and eight turns climbing the stone steps, he finally reached a cliff before Su Moyu's physical strength was about to collapse.

Neither the flowers, vegetation nor the repair of buildings here are the same as those encountered along the way. Only the ground is spacious enough. It is difficult to imagine such a spacious and flat place in a big mountain.

Thirteen rows of huts are built on the cliff flat, seven horizontally and six vertically. Although it is not gorgeous, it is also atmospheric enough. Su Moyu and the Taoist stopped outside the newly repaired hut. The old Taoist arched his hands and said, "is martial uncle Cheng there? See you, disciple Deyu!"

As he spoke, the two doors of the hut opened automatically. Deyu flashed aside, and a strong wind and wine rushed out, directly throwing Su Moyu into a fight.

"Come in and talk." the population in the hut seems to be a little confused.

Taoist Deyu answered and ordered Su Moyu to enter the hut together. Looking in the middle of the hut, he saw a low foot table on the soft couch, with seven or eight dishes on the low foot table. The dishes were all about the same food, and there were more than a dozen empty wine jars next to them.

The "murderer" who created all this sat at the table. He was a fat black man with a height of no more than 1.6 meters at most. It seemed that he was a little old. His gray hair was bald, leaving two small pieces on both sides. His dark face was full of oil stains, and one of his front teeth was missing. A brand-new Taoist robe was draped obliquely on the body, revealing a large piece of fat, especially the small belly.

Deyu bowed and said, "meet martial uncle Cheng." when he spoke, he winked at the back. Su Moyu quickly turned over to worship, but he didn't know what to say.

The martial uncle Cheng turned his eyes drunk and looked at Deyu's face for a long time before he said, "ah, isn't this Deyu? Why are you here? Where's your cheap master?"

Deyu respectfully said, "tell martial uncle that my master is on duty in the Dan Hall and has no time to visit martial uncle."

Martial uncle Cheng nodded repeatedly and said, "Dan Hall, Dan Hall is good!"

Deyu didn't dare to answer. He wanted to stretch out his hand and said, "martial uncle, I'm entrusted by the two younger martial brothers De'an Dequan. They said that martial uncle once entrusted them to take a factotum up the mountain. Now I've brought it."

Uncle Cheng's eyes brightened and said, "two little rabbits still remember my words. It's not easy. Let me see where the factotum is?"

Deyu took another lead with his hand. Martial uncle Cheng narrowed his eyes and saw Su Moyu. He turned his mouth and said, "why do you want a beggar? It's better not to come. You stand up and I'll have a look."

Su Moyu stood up according to his words. Martial uncle Cheng looked at him twice and said, "it's not short. How old is it this year?"

Su Moyu quickly replied, "fifteen!" of course, it is the age of the world.

Uncle Cheng asked again, "what's your name?"

Su Moyu hurriedly said, "Su Moyu!"

Martial uncle Cheng nodded repeatedly and said, "good! Cuttlefish is good. Cuttlefish is better than squid."

Su Moyu shook his head and said, "senior, it's not the cuttlefish, but the ink of pen and ink, the Yu of Yu Ji."

Uncle Cheng was stunned and said, "why is there another chicken? Don't bite words with me. I don't understand."

Su Moyu nodded and dared not say anything else.

Martial uncle Cheng looked at him up and down and said, "cuttlefish, from today on, you are a member of my xuanjian sect factotum hall. There are not many rules in my factotum hall, just one: you have to be obedient. When I'm happy one day, I may pass you two moves, which will be enough for you to run around the world."

Su Moyu nodded again and again and said yes, but in his heart he was talking about the drunkard.

At this moment, martial uncle Cheng waved and said, "Deyu, go back too. It's not easy to guard the mountain gate."

Deyu quickly arched his hand and said, "thank you, martial uncle."

Martial uncle Cheng nodded and said, "cuttlefish will take him out for me. When he's finished, come back to me and get a job."

Su Moyu nodded and went out of the hut with Deyu.

When they walked a distance and the hut was out of sight, Deyu stopped Su Moyu and said, "just send it here."

Su Moyu arched his hand and said, "yes."

Deyu looked back at the direction of the hut and said, "martial uncle Cheng has a strange temper and likes drinking. You should be careful in everything. After all, you are sent by me. If there is a mistake in the future, I won't look good on my face."

Su Moyu felt warm and said, "thank you for your teaching, senior brother."

After saying the word "senior brother", he knew it might be bad. As expected, Deyu's face sank and said, "you're only a worker in the factotum hall. How dare you call me senior brother?"

Su Moyu bowed again and again and said, "the villain made a mistake, immortal Haihan."

Deyu Leng snorted, "just remember your identity in the future. If you meet someone else, you'll have to give you a whip." he said, shaking his sleeve and leaving.

Su Moyu looked at his distant figure and confirmed that he had completely left. He couldn't help but say, "what's the look?"

Having said that, it is necessary for people to bow their heads under the low eaves at this time.

He remembered uncle Cheng's account and turned back to the hut. In a moment, there was another empty jar beside the low table. As soon as he saw Su Moyu entering the door, he ordered him to come over and said, "I just checked. Recently, several factotum went up the mountain. The vacancies in the kitchen and firewood room were filled up, but there was still a shortage of dung in the east yard. From today on, this job will be given to you!"

Su Moyu's expression stagnated and his reaction slowed down. Uncle Cheng's face sank and said, "why, don't you want to do it?"

Su Moyu shook his head again and again to understand: "yes, yes!"

Martial uncle Cheng said with a smile, "that's right. How can you be so picky? Go out and find Deng Yulang in Room C and ask him to arrange accommodation and clothes for you. By the way, I feel flustered."

Su Moyu bowed down, gently closed the door and walked towards room C. as he walked, he sighed in his heart: "Is it really right that I came to the world here? Although I'm not doing well there, I'm also a student of a second-class University. I may not be very promising in the future, but it shouldn't be difficult to make a living. After I came here, I was reduced to picking up dung on the mountain! Although it's a fairy mountain, the dung of the immortal is also dung!"

Thinking so, he unconsciously walked under the eaves of Room C, and a voice asked coldly, "new?"

Su Moyu didn't dare to neglect, and quickly bowed down and said, "yes!"