I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 849: The "Old Employee" You Can't Offend

"You can go in."

The steward pointed to a door inside.

Yu Dingkun thanked him and went there first.

If his acquaintances saw what he did today, they would definitely suspect that he was disguised, otherwise why would he be so particular about etiquette.

However, such words and deeds are undoubtedly very effective in Linghuazhai, especially when compared with other Munayang spiritual masters, Yu Dingkun's politeness is even more valuable.

The difference can be seen from the way the steward looks at Yu Dingkun, and the tone of his voice when he urges the remaining male and female Yang Lingshi.

Separated by a door.

As soon as Yu Dingkun stepped in, he was shocked by the scene in front of him.

He looked back and saw that the door he had come in through was closed. Looking at the patterns on the door, it was clearly not the door he had opened before!
"Cough." A light cough brought Yu Dingkun's attention back.

He looked in the direction of the voice and saw it was Lin Ling, whom he had just met.

Yu Dingkun was delighted: Good luck!
He walked over to Lin Ling's seat and bowed to her silently.

Lin Ling whispered, "What a coincidence."

Yu Dingkun nodded and said, "I want your advice. You name the price."

Lin Ling said, "That's straightforward. I see that you are a smart person, so I told you this because you may stay in the future. It's not difficult to work here. Come early and take your workstation. Do you see those empty tables? When you come, put your work order on them, and the rest will be easier. You just need to be patient, and don't waste spiritual materials for the sake of speed. You won't be reminded during the work, but it will be counted towards your share later, and then you'll realize that you worked for nothing all day."

Yu Dingkun nodded and looked somewhere.

Lin Ling followed his gaze and thought that although Yu Dingkun was pretending to be calm, he must be deeply shocked inside. After all, she was also like that when she first arrived.

"Is this the first time you see so many Mo-Tiao Tong?"

Yu Dingkun nodded again.

Everywhere he looked, there were hundreds, even thousands, of ink-pounding boys. Each of them looked like a living, walking "big" ink character, busying themselves in this work area. If he looked closely for a while, he would find that they moved in a complex but orderly manner.

Some are swimming in ink barrels, some are leaping on paper, and some are shaking their brushes around. Even though it is silent, it gives people an extremely lively feeling.

In contrast to their silent bustle are the individuals currently sitting at their workstations forging materials.

These people are truly quiet and focused on the spiritual materials in their hands.

It was this contrast between stillness and movement that stunned Yu Dingkun when he first came in, and he didn't dare to speak easily.

Lin Ling said, "Don't underestimate them. If we really talk about length of service, they are the formal old employees here. We are all temporary newcomers, and we are not worth the same. If we accidentally get into a fight with them, we will definitely be punished."

Yu Dingkun nodded seriously.

Lin Ling was surprised and said, "You are not surprised at all? The Motong is not a high-ranking weird creature. Even ordinary spirit children look down on them."

Yu Dingkun said self-deprecatingly: "As a prisoner still serving, what qualifications do I have to look down on others?"

"Others?" Lin Ling said, "You are indeed different. With such insight and mentality, your life will not be difficult in the future."

Yu Dingkun said: "Thank you very much for the advice, Fairy."

Lin Ling said: "It's not appropriate to call me fairy here."

Yu Dingkun nodded.

The two stopped talking.

Yu Dingkun sat down in the empty seat next to Lin Ling and put the job order on the table.

Then a pile of spiritual materials and a simple book appeared out of thin air on the table.

The steps of forging materials were written on the book. With the detailed pictures and texts in the book, even if Yu Dingkun did not know how to forge materials before, he could complete these tasks with his exquisite control of spiritual energy.

Yu Dingkun carefully refined the spiritual materials according to the pictures and texts at the beginning. Although it took a long time, he succeeded at once.

He had no sense of accomplishment.

This is just the lowest level one-star spiritual material training. Asking a mid-level spiritual master to do this is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, a waste of talent.

Yu Dingkun said nothing and continued to do his work.

Lin Ling, who was not far away, had actually been paying attention to his movements. Seeing that Yu Dingkun was so patient and did not even get angry, which was better than when she first arrived, she felt complicated for a moment and concentrated on forging her materials, not wanting to be outdone by this Yang Ling Master.

Although her attitude towards Yu Dingkun was relatively friendly and she didn't seem to care about the grudges between the Yin and Yang sects, the friction between the Yin and Yang sects was constant and had become even more hostile in the past two years. How could it be possible that she really had no opinions at all?

She would not harm Yu Dingkun, but she was happy to see him make a fool of himself.

Time passed slowly, and from time to time someone came in and sat silently in an empty workstation. Occasionally there was a slight sound of communication, which would soon end, and then only the sound of forging spiritual materials remained.

Once you get used to this atmosphere, it is extremely easy to enter a state of concentration.

Especially when you keep repeating something, both your technique and spiritual power will become more and more habitual.

The spiritual materials that Yu Dingkun had refined had unknowingly filled up the table. As he was thinking about what to do, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred on the table - Dao Motong poked his head out and raised his head to "peek" in his direction.

The ink-like head had no eyes, nose or mouth, but Yu Dingkun was sure that it was the feeling of being spied on.

He didn't know what this was for, so he just waited and saw what would happen.

The Mo Tong who was spying on him seemed to observe that he did not react and was not in danger, so he leaned his whole body out of the table and pounced on the spiritual material he had just refined.

The spiritual materials he refined were all in powder form, and after being pounced on by Mo Mo Tong, they were all stained. It rolled several times, and its whole body was stained, and then it crawled out.

Following it, ink-pounding boys emerged from the table one after another, and all jumped into the refined spiritual material powder.

Yu Dingkun looked at the bowl of spiritual material powder that was almost empty due to them, and suddenly he had a bad feeling.

The premonitions of a spiritualist usually have cause and effect.

Yu Dingkun didn't dare to move and quickly observed his surroundings.

Upon closer look, he discovered that many people were secretly watching his reaction, some with gloating looks in their eyes.

Yu Dingkun immediately realized that the current situation was not a good thing.

He thought about it, then reached out and placed his hand on the Ink-Making Boy who was still trying to jump into the spiritual material powder.

This behavior really made Dao Motong stop and turn their heads towards him.

That voyeuristic feeling of being stared at came back.

Yu Dingkun hesitated whether to let go.

These are the old employees whom Lin Ling said must not be offended, and he doesn't know whether what these old employees do is in compliance with the rules.

Forget it.

Can't be offended.

After thinking for a few seconds, Yu Dingkun decided to let go.

Just when he was about to stop, he saw changes in Jianshu out of the corner of his eye.

On the simple book that originally had the training pictures and texts as well as the number of spiritual materials written on it, after Yu Dingkun finished training that batch of spiritual materials, an additional number of his work was added.

Yu Dingkun had actually noticed these changes a long time ago, and he remembered very clearly that his work number was 17 before, but now it had become 16.2... In the blink of an eye, it dropped a little bit again to 16.1.

His eyes were as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye he saw another Ink-Mending Boy taking advantage of his laxity and sneaking into the spiritual material powder.