Baihua Tea House opened soon.

On the first day of opening, many disciples from the sect came to support them. Ordinary disciples drink some ordinary tea and taste the taste of the tea in Baihua Tea House. Disciples with great prospects and deep backgrounds all have the best tea they can get. A small box is worth hundreds of spirit stones, and they directly sell ordinary tea at a price that is more expensive than spirit tea.

Of course, these people did not buy tea for drinking, but were supportive of the fairy of flowers, and they were somewhat familiar with their thoughts.

The matters that Mingyue dealt with these people were all in charge of the matters that Song Shuwen was responsible for, and they had little to do with him, the person who was the accounting tool.

Lu Gu observed silently and tried to understand the tricks here.

During this period, Fugui and other ordinary servants came to him for a few days and someone gave him some fruits and pastries. Lu Gu asked Fugui to do it well, not cause trouble, and not come to him if he made up things. He had no choice but to eat the things with Song Shuwen.

Fugui is very satisfied with the life of the teahouse and is full of energy. Even if it is harder, he can't do anything than at Du Hai's house. He can only be more worried every day.

In addition to keeping accounts, Lu Gu also had some free time, and he found that there was a good place to go - the Sect Sutra Collection Pavilion.

The Sutra Pavilion is a nine-story pagoda. It is said that there are some formations arranged inside, which store a large number of immortal cultivation techniques, magic secrets, and messy books in the Duxian Sect.

The higher the number of layers, the more precious the books stored in it is, and the higher the identity you need to enter it.

As slaves, Lu Gu and his friends could only enter the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion. Even if it was just one floor, there were also a series of martial arts secrets, planting, medical skills, forging, arithmetics and other collections worth thousands of gold outside.

Although most of the contents are obscure and difficult to understand, if no one teaches it, it is difficult to achieve success in studying alone, but it always leaves a way for the slaves to make progress. If there are really slaves with extremely outstanding qualifications in some aspects, the Duxian Sect will also improve their status and make them special high-level slaves.

Lu Gu read the martial arts secrets, brought them into his mind, and frantically absorbed the nutrients therein.

Eight-way Hongquan, Chen's twelve styles of scattered hands, Luo Family Gun, Mysterious Step...

The posture of the Martial Saint is the saint among the martial arts.

As long as books related to martial arts are related to martial arts, no matter what weapons or genre, Lu Gu will always accept them and put them into his mind. Every time he reads a book, he will have new insights. Countless martial arts-related knowledge and concepts collide with each other and have a wonderful reaction.

He incorporated these things into his boxing skills. In less than a week, his boxing skills transformed several times and began to condense the boxing spirit that only masters of boxing can practice!

Taking advantage of his free time, Lu Gu practiced boxing in the open space in the teahouse courtyard. His fists were very slow, and every move seemed to be of no lethality, and even children could easily avoid it.

The thrilling and extraordinary mystery in it cannot be seen without a certain martial arts cultivation.

Lu Gu didn't know how strong he was now. He watched several battles between Qi training disciples. In his eyes, their moves were full of flaws. Even if he didn't use his own internal strength, it was just the strength of an ordinary person's body. As long as he gave him a random weapon, he could easily kill them with his moves that reached the artistic conception.

His martial arts artistic conception is condensed from a variety of weapons and moves, regardless of shape. When using a fist, it is the intention of fist. Using a knife is the intention of knife, using a gun is the intention of gun, and using a stone is the intention of stone.

The idle slaves watched Lu Gu practice boxing, but they couldn't understand what they were practicing, so they talked in a low voice.

"What kind of boxing is Brother Lu practicing? Why is he so slow?"

"I can't understand it. I saw those martial arts masters practicing boxing. They were so powerful that they could break a tree with just one punch!"

"I understand! Brother Lu is not practicing fighting boxing, but health boxing! I have heard that all the princes and nobles practice this, saying that they can reduce illness!"

"Oh! It turns out that Lu Gu is from an official, no wonder he calculates arithmetic so quickly! What's this called? Yes, he has a good academic knowledge!"

Several servants were having fun chatting.

A happy smile appeared on the little fat man's face.

If only this would be the case, I would serve tea and water in the teahouse every day and chat when I was free. This was a life like a god!

Mingyue, who was passing by, said nothing when she saw this.

It is not rare for slaves to practice martial arts. There are many slaves in the sect who have made great martial arts masters in the world!

But what about that?

Those so-called martial arts masters are like paper in front of immortal cultivators. Many people cannot stand this blow and will become crazy or unable to recover from now on.

As long as he doesn't delay the business of keeping a book, he will practice this health boxing well.

Mingyue was quite satisfied with Lu Gu and soon mastered the accounting technique. When the most people bought tea at the beginning, she did not make any mistakes. She was also low-key, did not steal the limelight or compete for performance.

She likes such people the most, she can work but will not threaten her position.

On the contrary, Song Shuwen, the scholar she had recovered herself and planned to use to write articles, was much more capable than she thought. She could talk to anyone. After only a week of arrival, she had a good impression of him with many servants, and many immortal masters remembered their names.

You are so capable, I am a little idle in charge of things!

Manager Mingyue felt a sense of crisis. Although she was once the personal maid of Fairy Baihua, she had not been used as a teacher for too long and was released to manage this teahouse. Her relationship was still not strong enough.

She didn't take Lu Gu, who was practicing boxing, at all. She was thinking about how she should treat Song Shuwen.

After practicing boxing for a while, Lu Gu stopped and returned to the teahouse to start accounting.

At this time, the little fat man Fugui came over: "Brother Lu, the day after tomorrow, we will hold a sect competition. The participants are mainly Qi training immortal masters, but I heard that there is a slave field. Do you want to participate? I heard that the reward is very generous."

Lu Gu thought about it and shook his head directly: "If I don't go, I still have to keep the account. I can't leave. Besides, just like me, I will be beaten down as soon as I go on stage."

It was heard that Lu Gu was joking, and the other slaves were also very proud of their face, and a cheerful laughter sounded.

Lu Gu thought, even if this sect competitor gives a reward, what good things can he give? For him, it is completely unnecessary.

To go up and show off, there is basically no benefit to him, but he has to take considerable risks.

If someone is targeted by a big man and sees that he is extraordinary, wouldn’t he be looking for trouble?
Chapter completed!