Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect

"Thank you, Senior Brother! But do you really not want it? It still seems like there’s plenty left?"

"No need, no need, I already have some family secret recipes, what the sect provides isn’t really useful to me, so you go ahead and take it, Junior Brother.

Ahem, speaking of which, Junior Brother, I’m really into calligraphy, so I’ll just borrow this for a bit, just for a few days, then I’ll return it."

"Sure, sure, it’s just a piece of paper after all. It doesn’t matter if you don’t return it, Senior Brother."

Thus, Liu Xiaoliu made a new friend, took Senior Brother Wu into the camp, found a shop to settle him down first, and then hop-skipped his way to the warehouse in the backyard.

With a brush tucked behind his ear, Tang Tong, who was sitting on a pile of grain accounting with an abacus, looked up at him.

"How did it go?"

Liu Xiaoliu shook the medicine bottle and snorted.

"A pauper, gave me some elixir. Didn’t use much, probably never fought any tough battles along the way, didn’t get any Immortal Fate at all."

So Tang Tong took out a stack of transcribed letters and handed them over.

"The recent harvest hasn’t been great. I think we should come up with something new."

Xiao Liu took the letter paper, divided half of the medicine with him,