The person waiting for him was an old man with a gray beard. The old man sat in thin clothes in the snow without seemingly feeling cold.

Lin Fan came to the door of the debris room as usual, and then heard the old man's words: "Lin Fan?"

Lin Fan has been blind for a year. Because his breathing and breathing are pretty good, his ear strength has gradually increased during the year. He can tell that he can only hear the sound and it should be for the elders.

At the same time, the voice is very strange. It is not the ones he is familiar with. And here is the top of the Fuxuemen Mountain. The elder who can live here is naturally the big shot of Fuxuemen.

So Lin Fan immediately said respectfully: "Immortal Master."

The old man raised his eyebrows, wondering why Lin Fan could identify his identity, but he didn't care. He said straight to the point: "I am in charge of Wanshu Pavilion. I lack a cleaning. I have to make ten mid-grade Yuanshi per month. I wonder if you can do it?"

Lin Fan knew that Wanshu Pavilion was the place where Fuxuemen collected books, but he didn't care about it, so he immediately nodded and said, "The Immortal Master is in love. Next time, I can directly call my subordinates to call me. Why do you have to worry about it yourself?"

The old man smiled embarrassedly and said, "I have a bad temper, so there is no one around me."

Lin Fan scratched his head, and the old man stopped talking nonsense, and said, "There is an old tree from the right side of the stone road. Take the tree as the origin and go straight north for 1,300 steps to Wanshu Pavilion, and the steps are 108. Take the time to come in the afternoon."

After saying that, the old man walked to the distance and reminded him: "Don't forget to bring a broom."

Lin Fan heard the old man stepping on the snow and gradually drifting away. Thinking of the high reward of ten yuan stones per month, his heart became hot and he couldn't wait to go to Wanshu Pavilion to clean.
Chapter completed!