In the thatched hut, Shang Chi Wang Lin moved a few beds and put them together, and the seven of them formed a circle, looking at Murong Yicang with curiosity, and looking at a few people around him, Murong Yicang smiled slightly, and then told everyone.

"Listening to those formal disciples, it's not that they don't want to recruit, but that no one wants to come. ”

"Why doesn't anyone want to come?" Chen Zimeng was slightly stunned, as did the others.

"I don't know about this, but if you can become a full-fledged disciple and embark on the path of cultivation, maybe you will be able to know. With a slightly wry smile, Murong Yicang said to everyone, "Tomorrow, you will also start working, I came a few days earlier than you, and I have worked for a few days, I have to remind you that life is very hard, everyone must be mentally prepared." ”

Hearing this, he remembered that Song Zhi said that he couldn't get food if he couldn't hand over thirty woods, and the general person's face changed.

Looking at a few people, Murong Yicang smiled and said, "Don't worry too much about food, food is actually distributed every morning, but the amount is not much, at noon, it depends on how much wood you cut and provides you with food, and at night, it depends on whether you cut thirty trees." ”

"But even so, it's still very difficult to get around, and many people will faint from hunger in the back mountains every day. It's really, it's too much work!" With a sigh, Murong Yicang turned around and walked towards his bed, lay down and began to rest.

At this time, Chen Zimeng realized that it was already night.

smiled slightly wryly, this encounter, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Speechless all night, in a blink of an eye, the next day, Chen Zimeng was woken up by Shang Chi early, and then followed everyone to the back mountain, looking at a dense forest, Chen Zimeng took a deep breath.

Song Zhi appointed a few people who had been here before to act as overseers and direct the work of everyone, while he returned to the attic.

Under the arrangement, Chen Zimeng went to Nanpo, holding a chopping axe in his hand, accompanied by Murong Yicang. The two of them worked in a team, and without much to say, they selected a pine tree that was easier to cut, and Chen Zimeng began to cut it.

At the beginning, there was always strength, but as time passed, Chen Zimeng only felt that he couldn't lift his hands. Turning his head, there were three pine trees sparsely placed horizontally behind him.

That's the result of the morning.

Murong Yicang on the side, after successfully cutting down a pine tree, turned around and sat down to rest. looked at Chen Zimeng, "Zimeng, you are a scholar, right?"

"Let Brother Murong smile, a scholar, he has no strength, and he is far from being able to cut down trees. With a wry smile, Chen Zimeng could only shake his head. Chen Zimeng is really not very satisfied with himself, no matter how much he reads and writes, it is almost useless to come here, he is less than thirty wood, and he has no dinner, even if he is full of economy, he still can't withstand the taste of hunger.

The saints taught so much, how come there is no way to teach us how not to starve.

"Zimeng, don't be discouraged, in fact, I was even worse than you on the first day, I didn't cut down a tree in the morning, I was really hungry that day, I was uncomfortable, like Zhong Fei, he didn't cut down a tree, he was hungry for a day, and almost hanged himself. ”

"You cut down Miki on the first morning, which is really good compared to me. ”

Pulling a piece of grass from the side and putting it in his mouth, Murong Yicang fell on the grass, looking at the sky with a deep gaze.

"Zimeng, if you want to escape from here, don't just think about completing the task, take out the qi training formula, you must succeed in qi training! That is the way out, otherwise, as mortals, we may only be exhausted to death on this mountain in this life, and no one will care." ”

After being silent, Chen Zimeng remembered a book he had gotten last night, with a mantra for practicing qi written on the cover, and when he opened it, it was written in ancient Chinese.

Fortunately, Chen Zimeng can understand it, many miscellaneous disciples can't even read words, and when they get the booklet, although they know that it is a valuable cultivation book, they can't understand it, and when they ask others, most of them can't even read words.

But to understand the words, Chen Zimeng meditated cross-legged according to what was said above, and felt it carefully, but he didn't feel anything.

Although I knew that I couldn't achieve enlightenment overnight, I was still very disappointed.

Practice Qi in the spirit, hold the heart is always there, stick to the heaven and earth, and all things are one......

This is the very beginning of the Qi practice formula, and Chen Zimeng has not understood what it means until now. I asked some people, and all I got was cold eyes, full of disdain. If you want to be an immortal, dream of it!

Everyone takes care of themselves, and they don't have the extra heart to care about others, and the heavy work is enough to break the original heart of some people, and eventually they will only become people who only know how to work, but not pursue anything.

Losing hope is the most terrible, and walking in the darkness without seeing the light is the most terrifying.

At noon, the sun was scorching, everyone hid under the trees to enjoy the shade, holding the bun in their hands, Chen Zimeng looked depressedly at the shade of the trees not far away, Zhong Fei was paralyzed on the ground, shouting weakly and hungry, not stopping for a moment, the sound was not loud, but it was close to Chen Zimeng, and the noise was annoying.

The most unbearable thing was the eyes that almost exuded a strong green light, staring at the bun in Chen Zimeng's hand, and saliva flowed all over the ground.

"Brother Meng, can you give me a bite?

"Brother Meng, don't pay attention to this fat man, who told him not to work hard, he eats more, Shang Chi and I gave it to him, he is still hungry. The white knife was on the side, Tie Qing looked at Zhong Fei who was moaning on the ground, and said angrily.

Wang Lin has always been very quiet, Chen Zimeng hasn't heard him say much since he met him, but even so, Wang Lin still scolded Zhong Fei. "I said fat, you can't lose weight, if you go all the way to cultivating immortals in the future, won't this fat body give people a laugh and lose their big teeth. ”

Li Yi also complied with the side, "That's it." ”

Bai Dao, Shang Chi, Wang Lin, Li Yi, plus Zhong Fei, the five people happen to be from the same place, and the interesting thing is that Zhong Fei was originally the young master of a wealthy family, and the rest of the people all knew him, even the tenants under his father.

After coming here, he put everyone's identities on an equal plane in an instant, originally Murong Yicang thought that the five of them would have a big conflict, but he didn't expect that Li Yi and the others took care of Zhong Fei very much.

After inquiry, I learned that Zhong Fei's family was in the township, although it was a very wealthy and wealthy family, but they were extremely generous, and would rent the land to tenants at a very low price every year, and would not even ask for rent in the year when the harvest was bad.

And Zhong Fei is an only son, and he is also a very kind-hearted person in the township with his father, so after coming here, Li Yi and the others were grateful for the kindness of Zhong Fei's family and always gave him excellent care.

Several people work together every day, and they will also cut an extra one to complete his work for Zhong Fei.

Zhong Fei eats a lot, Li Yi and they will also divide their own food, Zhong Fei is also very grateful to them, they come and go, everyone becomes a very good friend, and they often hate each other, and the most talked and laughed is Zhong Fei's fat meat, always laughing at others as his name, it is indeed fat.

Zhong Fei never got angry, every time he smiled and showed off his fat to everyone, saying that fat is the most handsome appearance of a man, and only a body of fat can fascinate thousands of girls.

With a wry smile, Chen Zimeng handed over the bun in his hand, Zhong Fei was very happy, and he didn't pay attention to any politeness, he thanked him again and again and took it and gnawed it, it seemed that he was really hungry.

"Hey, I said fatty, why can't you lose weight after doing so much work every day?" Chen Zimeng smiled slightly and said to Zhong Fei.

Hearing this, everyone laughed, and Zhong Fei also made an extremely annoyed expression, rolled up his sleeves, revealing an extremely white, round arm, "Why not?" Brother Meng, look at it, I have lost several pounds, how many good things do I have to eat to make up for it!"

"You see you're fat, you can't walk anymore!"

"How can it?" Hehe smiled, Zhong Fei directly ignored everyone and began to sleep, and everyone under the tree gradually quieted down, some people fell asleep, and some people lay down and looked at the sky, their eyes were deep.

And Chen Zimeng was kneeling on the ground and gently closed his eyes, Murong said that practicing qi and becoming an immortal cultivator is the only way to get out, calm down and feel carefully.

Qi cultivation and immortal cultivation were unattainable before, but now they are close at hand, but they have not been able to get their way for a long time.

Call~

Exhaled lightly, no longer thinking about too many miscellaneous things, emptying his thoughts, calming down, Chen Zimeng carefully followed the mantra of qi practice to repeatedly comprehend.

Between heaven and earth, it is full of aura, and aura creates all things, nourishes all things, and between swallowing and pouring, it is all fantasy and wonderful.

Everything in heaven and earth has its own reason, everything runs and has its way, the empty body sits dry, and time passes particularly quickly.

One day tired and returned to the hut, not caring about anything else, sitting on the bed, Chen Zimeng began to feel cross-legged again, he was very curious and yearning for cultivation.

On the side, Murong Yicang and Li Yi all looked at him with admiration, no one had ever seen such a desperate cultivator. They admired Chen Zimeng very much, originally they looked at the Qi practice mantra was an ancient book, and they couldn't even understand the content, or Chen Zimeng taught them word by word, but that's it, after practicing once or twice, except for the numbness in the legs, they didn't feel any aura at all, and Li Yi and the others gradually stopped practicing desperately.

At least it's not like Chen Zimeng's cultivation of forgetting to sleep and eat.

In the blink of an eye, two months have passed......