With a heart full of unhappiness, Chen Zimeng came to the North Pavilion, and did not pay attention to others along the way, looking for it by himself all the way, and finally found the North Pavilion, and also found Room No. 9.

The room was covered with dust, it seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time, according to the patience, Chen Zimeng began to clean the house, and soon, after the house was cleaned, Chen Zimeng thought about it, and then changed into the clothes of the outer disciples, a set of light blue clothes, the material is okay, and it is comfortable to wear.

Taking out the storage bag and thinking about it for a while, Chen Zimeng put all the things on his body inside, and then put them close to his body, at present, this is the best way to place it.

He took out his outer disciple token again, his eyes fell on it, and he pondered for a long time, in less than half a day after coming here, Chen Zimeng found that there was a big crisis here, if his own strength was not strong, it might be difficult to move here.

After a while, Chen Zimeng decided to go out to look for Murong, he came here earlier than himself, he may know more about the situation here, in addition, the sect gave the new disciple a magic weapon, and it was time to get it, after all, his strength was still too low, and having a magic weapon could better deal with the upcoming crisis.

Hook Cheng, he will definitely not give up, he will definitely look for an opportunity to find trouble for himself, or prepare early.

Walking out of the door, the sun was already tilted to the west, remembering that he hadn't eaten yet, Chen Zimeng was also very helpless, there wouldn't be nothing here!

It turned out that Chen Zimeng was very lucky, not long after he walked out of the attic, he just walked to a small courtyard, and saw Murong Yicang head-on, and the anger he received when he first arrived here was instantly diluted with the sight of his brother.

With a big hug, Murong smiled all over his face, and said excitedly to Chen Zimeng: "I went to find Song Zhi, and I wanted to ask him to give you a message, but I learned from him that you became a disciple of the outer sect and came to it, so I immediately turned back and went to the Zong Pavilion first, wanting to meet you halfway, but you walked too fast, and you didn't even meet a shadow." ”

"I turned back again, thinking that you must have been arranged to the North Pavilion, so I found it, sure enough. By the way, what room are you in? I'm in room eight in the North Pavilion, what about you?"

"No. 9!" smiled slightly wryly, Murong was still like that, once he said it, it was like a series of words, so that people didn't even have a chance to interject!

"Then don't we just live together?" Great!" laughed, Murong Yicang was very happy, his face was full of smiles like flowers, how long had he not been so happy, Murong thought to himself, I guess it started when he came to the outer gate!

"By the way, Murong, what is the situation with this outer gate, why do I feel strange everywhere as soon as I come up, it seems that there are no rules here. Calming down, Chen Zimeng lowered his voice slightly and asked what he wanted to know urgently.

"Shhhh His face was a little cold, and Murong Yicang pulled Chen Zimeng and was about to walk towards the attic. Helpless, Chen Zimeng could only keep up, along the way, Chen Zimeng observed the surroundings and found that many people looked at them with bad intentions, their eyes were cold, and they also had a playful look.

In short, unpleasant.

Entering the room where Murong lived, it was almost the same layout and size as Room No. 9.

"I'm not polite to you, just sit down. He smiled and pointed to the table in the room to signal to Chen Zimeng, Murong Yicang walked aside, took a set of tea sets from the cabinet, put it on the table, and took a small small stove from the side, with a flick of his fingers, a small flame ignited at the base of the stove, and put a small tea stove in his hand, Murong Yicang sat next to Chen Zimeng, threw the tea leaves in his hand on the table, slightly rolled up his sleeves, and pouted, and then slowly spoke in Chen Zimeng's playful eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, after coming here, it's like entering a Shura slaughterhouse, and it's not bad to make some tea and drink once in a while, and relax. ”

Slightly stunned, Chen Zimeng couldn't believe it: "Slaughterhouse?"

"Yes, slaughterhouse, the Kashiwa Ye Sect is not a good place, and it is not as good as a miscellaneous disciple to become a formal disciple. Bowing slightly, Murong Yicang looked miserable, there are huge problems in the Baiye Sect, and these problems are ultimately reflected in the life and death between the disciples.

"What's going on?"

"Listen to me slowly!" casually took out some tea leaves and threw them into the small tea stove in front of him, looked at Chen Zimeng next to him, and shook his head, "There is no way to send a message to you, otherwise I will definitely tell you not to cultivate." When you come here, life and death can come at any time. ”

Chen Zimeng was silent, with a hidden guess in his heart.

"Every outer disciple of the Baiye Sect will face extremely huge risks and struggles, and these are all battles for cultivation resources, every month the sect will issue a batch of cultivation resources, and every disciple will have a certain amount of resources, but it is far from enough, cultivation, the resources consumed are countless, and the sect does not give enough, what should I do?

"Does the sect care?" The voice was bitter, Chen Zimeng clenched the teacup in front of him, and the tea leaves in the cup rose and fell slightly, stretching out one by one.

"If you don't have enough resources, who can manage it?"

"Of course, there is also a certain order here, high-level disciples are not allowed to challenge low-level disciples, and no disciple is allowed to fight privately outside the Dharma area, and violators will be severely punished. ”

Raising the teacup and taking a sip of tea gently, Murong Yicang continued: "The Baiye Sect stipulates that disciples practice a competitive cultivation method, and resources need to be fought for by themselves, but what, if the high-level disciples compete with the low-level disciples, the low-level disciples will definitely not be able to resist, in this way, once the low-level disciples are killed and injured, the sect will be finished, so the law area will come out, and those who have disputes between the disciples must go to the law area to fight, and outside the law area, no disciple can fight, that's it!"

"You haven't been to the Dharma area when you first came, there are a large number of disciples fighting there every day, and often the bodies of disciples are carried out, and many people come out of it with serious injuries. Basically, the only people who can come out of the law area completely are extremely strong people. ”

His face turned slightly pale, his fingers clenched together, and Murong Yicang's voice trembled: "Here, it's like raising Gu, the big ones eat the small ones, the small ones eat the smaller ones, and in the end, only the strong ones can live, if you want to live well, you need extremely high strength, to put it bluntly, no one cares about the life and death of the outer disciples, except for us who have enough strength, otherwise it will be difficult to live well." ”

"Sure enough!" stood up and walked to the door, the worst premonition in Chen Zimeng's heart came true. "I used to hear my father say that the royal family cultivates a large number of Deadpool spies every year, and the training of these people is the survival of the fittest, often only one out of a hundred people can survive, or even a few people who successfully survive are selected out of a thousand. ”

The attic in the distance overlaps, the mountain shadow is long, the Baiye Sect is still very beautiful, and the scenery is actually particularly wonderful.

"I didn't expect that under such a beautiful mountain shadow, it was all bloody!

With a long sigh, Murong Yicang stood up and walked to Chen Zimeng's side: "There is no need to be too pessimistic, the matter has come to this, a few of us will be careful in the future, there will always be a glimmer of life, and there will always be a day when we will remove this layer of dark clouds and cut off the big hand that controls our lives behind us." ”

By the way, have you ever heard of this person?"

"Hook Cheng?" Glancing at Chen Zimeng suspiciously, Murong Yicang said slowly: "I've heard of it, and I've dealt with it a few times, this guy is not a good thing, his cultivation is not high, like me, he has three levels of Qi cultivation, but the background is a little hard, and he always troubles us new disciples who have just come up on weekdays." ”

"Backstage?"

"Yes, he has a brother, called Gou Xing, his cultivation is the sixth layer of Qi training, and he is the highest combat power in the entire outer gate, his fists are extremely hard, and he is also extremely fierce, last time there was a disciple of the fifth layer of Qi training who offended him and was dragged into the Dharma area to cut off his head. And Gou Cheng is also because of him, the realm is commonplace, but no one dares to provoke him, because he is afraid of hooking. ”

I had a bad premonition in my heart, and I was slightly stunned: "You shouldn't be targeted by him, right?"

Sighing, Chen Zimeng said depressedly: "As soon as I came up, who knew that I ran into him, and I couldn't help but say that I wanted to rob my spirit stone, so there was a conflict, isn't this just about to go to receive the magic soldiers given by the sect to protect yourself? ”

Murong Yicang's face was a little gloomy, he looked at Chen Zimeng and said: "The rules of the sect, the disciples challenge the realm of the two sides cannot be more than two levels apart, Gou Cheng will not personally deal with you, but you have to be careful of his minions, you still hurry up to improve your cultivation recently, if my guess is right, trouble will come." ”

"I will help you deal with the people who come to challenge, but the open guns are easy to dodge, and the hidden arrows are difficult to defend, they will always play some small tricks in secret, it is better to be cautious. ”

"Hmm!" didn't say any thanks, Chen Zimeng knew that it was inappropriate to say thank you to Murong, so Chen Zimeng could only put this kindness in his heart.

Looking at the mountains in the distance, the tea on the table was already cold, and Chen Zimeng murmured to himself in his heart, Is this the Immortal Cultivation Realm?

He turned his head to look at Murong beside him, lowered his head and smiled.

Luckily, I'm not alone!