Kong Fang was dragged to the Internal Affairs Hall in a confused manner.

When a few of them arrived, there were already many people standing in the room. Seeing that the atmosphere was not quite right, the group hurriedly squeezed into the crowd while shrinking.

After going back and forth, several fellow apprentices inevitably dispersed, and only Kong Fang and Meng Chengyi were left together.

Kong Fang lowered his voice and asked, "Senior Brother Meng, what is going on? Everything was fine when I left in the afternoon."

Meng Chengyi replied in the same low voice: "When did you leave? Didn't this just happen? Do you know the spiritual veins of our sect?"

Spiritual veins?

Kong Fang cheered up instantly.

As we all know, although sword cultivators are not very good at making money, they are very good at hunting for treasures. Sword cultivators are indispensable in almost all secret realms.

After so many generations of hard work, their sect has at least a dozen spiritual veins, large and small, in total.

On weekdays, they almost rely on these dozen spiritual veins to maintain the operation of the sect. If something goes wrong with the spiritual veins...

Kong Fang couldn't help but shudder.

He quickly asked: "Is there something wrong with the spiritual veins? Or is the amount of spiritual stone output wrong? Is someone embezzling public funds?"

"Ah?" Meng Chengyi didn't expect that his thinking would be so divergent. He waved his hands and said, "That's not the case. I heard -"

Before he finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing a pine-colored robe suddenly walked in with a straight face and strode into the room.

The disciples who were still whispering among each other instantly fell silent. Meng Chengyi even pulled Kong Fang and retreated into the crowd to hide.

In panic, Kong Fang heard someone mutter:

"What a tragedy, why is it Manager Zhou?"

Steward Zhou is one of the most annoying stewards in the Internal Affairs Hall.

On weekdays, relying on his qualifications, he is used to looking down on those who are superior and those who are inferior. People usually take a detour when meeting him, but they didn't expect to bump into his hands today.

As expected, as soon as Manager Zhou entered the door, he glanced at everyone and sneered in a sinister way: "Chat, why don't you continue chatting? Wasn't it quite lively just now? I don't know, I thought this was not the internal affairs hall, but the vegetable market.

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The whole place was silent.

At a glance, the disciples all looked at their noses, mouths and hearts, and they couldn't be more honest.

Manager Zhou glanced at everyone with contempt, then snorted and said: "Since everyone is so energetic, the next thing will be easy to handle."

"Line up and follow me."

After the words fell, more than twenty disciples lined up one after another, silently following Guanshi Zhou outside.

Kong Fang was last with his head lowered.

His mind was filled with thoughts about the half of Meng Chengyi's unfinished sentence just now, and his heart kept beating, he was restless, and he always felt uneasy.

But at this moment, Manager Zhou was staring from the front. It was really not a good time to chat, so he could only suppress his curiosity for the time being.

As soon as we waited, we arrived at the Zangjuan Tower.

The twilight is closing, and the golden light is surging.

Looking up at the tall building in front of them, which was guarded and blessed by countless formations, all the disciples couldn't help but hold their breath, and a few of them with lower cultivation levels actually began to sweat unconsciously.

All the accounts and files of the Sword Sect over the years are stored here. It is top secret and cannot be accessed by ordinary people. For young disciples like them, it is a forbidden place among forbidden places.

Why did Manager Zhou bring them here?

Everyone was confused, but they didn't dare to ask questions.

Seeing the formation eyes open, the group of people followed Guanshi Zhou into the building obediently, not even daring to raise their heads the whole time.

It wasn't until a moment later that Manager Zhou pressed the wall casually, and a door suddenly opened in mid-air. However, affected by the formation, the scene inside the door was blurry and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Some of you must have heard that I suddenly called you here today because there was a problem with Xuanshan Xiaolingmai's accounts two years ago."

As he spoke in a deep voice, he took the lead in crossing the threshold. The disciples who followed followed him cautiously, and then they discovered that there was a whole other world inside the door.

Towering bookshelves and piles of scrolls.

Some senior brothers seemed to have arrived before them, and were already so busy that they didn't care to pay attention to anyone coming.

Manager Zhou took them to a corner.

There were already several low tables and abacus, paper and pens placed there.

"You don't need to check Xiao Lingmai's accounts, but you need to recalculate the flow of each peak in the past six months."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and countless scrolls flew down from the air and landed on the table, forming several hills in an instant!

"It's a very important matter. You can form your own groups, but you cannot be responsible for the peak you are on. All these scrolls must be accounted for within seven days at the latest."

Within seven days?

But this is the flow of each peak in the past six months!

It’s just a few days, even if you don’t eat, drink or sleep, it’s not necessarily over!

The expressions of all the disciples changed instantly.

Someone blurted out: "So many? How can we count them all?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Manager Zhou's sharp eyes like a falcon swept over him with a swish, staring at him with a chill down his back.

"If you can't do it, you can leave now." He glanced at everyone coldly and said in a sinister tone, "Who else can't do it? You can leave with him."

As soon as these words came out, not to mention other people, even the person who accidentally complained just now couldn't help but shrink his head.

leave.

That's easy to say.

If I really leave at this time, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as walking out of the Sutra Library.

For these outer disciples, who have no background and no cultivation, the job in the Internal Affairs Hall is already considered a good job.

After many years, even if they cannot join the management, with so many years of work experience, they can leave Jianzong and make a living outside.

It is precisely because of this that every year there are countless outer disciples of the right age who want to come in.

Seeing that everyone lowered their heads and dared not say a word, Manager Zhou sneered, and the sarcasm on his face became even more undisguised.

Oh, outer disciple.

"If you don't have any objections, get to work quickly. Everything must be accounted for within seven days. However, if I find out that someone is trying to get through in order to gain time -"

He sneered, and the threat was self-evident.

The disciples dared not speak out in anger, so they had no choice but to sit down at the low table.

There are twenty-five of them in total, but apart from the main peak, there are nine peaks in the Sword Sect, and there are at least two groups that can only be divided into two people.

Meng Chengyi and Kong Fang are one of those unlucky ones.

"What a Zhou Bapi!" Meng Chengyi said angrily, "He just knows how to give orders. Why doesn't he take care of it himself if he has the ability?"

"I just relied on my qualifications to become a manager. My cultivation level is not as high as mine. If one day I also acquire the golden elixir, I will settle the score with him sooner or later!"

Meng Chengyi is now twenty-six years old. He has four spiritual roots and a third level of foundation building. Among the outer disciples, he is already quite good.

But he has stayed at the third level of Foundation Establishment for almost two years. If he continues at this rate, let alone Golden Elixir, he may have to wait until the Year of the Monkey to advance to the fourth level of Foundation Establishment.

Kong Fang didn't want to poke his sore spot and quickly changed the subject: "Forget it, let's forget it quickly, otherwise it will be too late."

As he spoke, he opened a scroll and was suddenly startled.

Meng Chengyi: "What's wrong?"

Kong Fang: "What we got seems to be Ling Yunfeng's account."

"Ling Yun Peak?!"

Meng Chengyi's eyes turned black when he heard this!

Who doesn’t know that Ling Yunfeng has always had a big family and a big business, and he has the most money!

"No, I have to drag someone over for reinforcements. Shadow Moon Peak, Xijiang Peak, Panya Peak... What do three people do with just a few scrolls on Qingshan Peak?!"

Meng Chengyi said and stood up to catch the person. Kong Fang closed his eyes and took a deep breath to eliminate distracting thoughts. A shadow slowly appeared in his mind.

The next second, he opened his eyes without warning, and a flash of light flashed through his eyes. All the words in front of him seemed to come alive, and the virtual disk in his mind automatically moved!

"Salary...disciple's monthly salary...medicine purchase..." One number after another came into his mind, and Kong Fang processed the data faster and faster.

By the time Meng Chengyi came back with him, he had already read most of the first volume of accounts!

Meng Chengyi was immediately startled.

His first reaction was not to believe it: "So fast? You weren't jumping to watch it, were you? Are you crazy? If you are caught making random calculations, you will be punished!"

Kong Fangzheng was immersed in calculations and had no time to pay attention to him - he even didn't realize that someone was talking to him next to him.

At this moment, his whole body seemed to be in a mysterious realm, and the spiritual power in his body was moving even faster than when he was riding a crane in the afternoon.

At first, he occasionally needed to borrow an abacus, but then he simply threw the thing aside. He fiddled with it in mid-air with his left hand, and took a charcoal pen in his right hand to sketch on the paper. At a glance, he saw that they were all numerical symbols that Meng Chengyi could not understand.
To be continued...