Traveling with Beanbags, Trash Can Also Be an Official in the Fairy Gate

Shen Muzhi took the public examination for three years, but still hated the northwest. I chatted with Doubao until the middle of the night. Under Doubao's careful comfort, I was so angry that I kicked my legs and rolled my eyes. Hang up. When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in the rental house. It is already a beautiful journey through the world of immortality. Others gave system beasts and various physiques at the beginning of time travel, but he only had a small bronze mirror in his hand. The mirror lit up, and a familiar voice emerged: "First let's talk about the conclusion - Master, let's get dressed together." Holy shit, it's a bean bag. Okay, I didn't come empty-handed. The nine-color spiritual energy surged in front of the sky-measuring stone, and the elders thought that an immortal product was about to appear. The light scatters, and there are two words on the stone - "Fanpin". The whole audience burst into laughter. Doubao cleared his throat: "I will tell you in the most straightforward, least roundabout, and most hard-core way - Master, you are a waste." Shen Muzhi was not annoyed, well, he actually laughed angrily. Can't pass the Immortal Cultivation Scroll? Okay, I will go on to take the public examination. Since then, there has been a weirdo in the world of immortality. While others went into seclusion to achieve higher realms, he went to court to resolve the case; while others snatched away the power and gained attention, he repaired water conservancy projects to clear backlogs and collected business taxes; others fought for spiritual power, but he took out his official seal and used all the spiritual energy within the territory. The ancestor of the Immortal Sect stepped on the sword to ask for an explanation. Shen Mu put on his official robe, pressed his official seal with his hand, and smiled kindly: "Ancestor, you have crossed the line." Later, someone asked him how he managed to become a first-grade immortal official with ordinary talent, but Shen Mu just laughed and didn't answer. A whisper came from the mirror in his arms: "If you tell me, my master is better at pretending." "Shut up."