Standing in the middle of a large group of people, Chen Zimeng looked at it, and the clothes should be all villagers from nearby villages, some people were whispering, their faces were full of uneasiness, and some people looked excited, looking at Song Zhi on the stone platform with admiration.

Chen Zimeng didn't think about anything, followed Li Yuan here, and also figured it out, since it was definitely not so easy to leave here, not to mention that he didn't know what kind of place this was, and if he fled rashly, he might fall into a desperate situation.

Moreover, what he is in contact with now is a level that he has never thought of, immortal cultivators, what kind of group is that, cultivating immortals is the road to becoming an immortal, so can he walk on this path.

One of the best habits of a scholar is to think, since he was a child, he followed his father to read and write, and most often his father asked him to think about a question, and then said the answer to his thinking, calculating the gains and losses, these are the things that Chen Zimeng is most accustomed to.

Just for a moment, Chen Zimeng decided that he wanted to step on this immortal road and go up to see what kind of scenery it was.

It's just that......

Chen Zimeng fell silent, and Chang'an couldn't go for the time being.

"Quiet!"

On the stone platform, Song Zhi let out a low shout, everyone raised their heads to look at him, some people in the crowd were somewhat uneasy, in the face of the unknown, people's greatest instinct is fear.

"This is the Baiye Sect, and you, from now on, are miscellaneous disciples, on weekdays, you need to go to the back mountain to cut down pine trees, everyone needs to hand in thirty trees every day, if you don't complete the task, then you can't get food, the Baiye Sect doesn't raise idlers. ”

"What? There is no food, so how can we have the physical strength to cut down trees?" said a thin young man with a pale face and looked at Song Zhi.

"I can't control this, whether you can get food or not depends on your own efforts. Song Zhi glanced at the young man who was talking, smiled coldly, and said with great disdain.

"What? If you don't complete the mission, won't you starve to death?"

"What kind of work is this a human do?"

"How can this be?"

"I protested, I didn't do it, let me go home. ”

The crowd immediately stirred, and even many people protested loudly, and many people shouted to go home, but all the voices disappeared without a trace under a flying sword.

A fiery red light hovered above Song Zhi's head, and it could be seen that it was a sword flying in the air with fiery red light.

Everyone was silent, looking at the fiery red flying sword in horror, Chen Zimeng's pupils became dilated for a while, this is the immortal family technique.

No one dared to say a word again, and on the stone platform, Song Zhi's face was gloomy, his eyes were extremely cold, and he looked around, and a cold voice slowly came out.

"It's not like you can come here if you want to, you can leave if you want to, come here, it's your luck, you have to cherish it, and if you dare to make trouble, ask your dog's life, if it's hard enough." ”

"Everyone should do what they should do, it is best to do it well, and if you don't do it well, you will be responsible for the consequences, and I also advise you, stay quiet, escape from here, there are thousands of miles of mountains outside, and monsters are everywhere, if you don't want to be the food of monsters, just work here for me honestly." Well done, eat and drink without worry. ”

"The sect is very generous to you, everyone will teach you the mantra of practicing qi for free, if you really have that immortal luck, practice qi in the future, and become a person in my generation, that is the opportunity to become an immortal, how many people can't ask for it, and you are still not satisfied?"

"Every year, there are a few things that don't know whether to live or die, if you have to try who is harder between your head and my flying sword, their fate is the rations of the demon beasts outside the mountain gate, I advise you to wait, don't make mistakes. Stay honest!"

No one dares to say a word more, they are facing unimaginable power, no one dares to try what this power is, many people bow their heads and accept their fate, but who knows, this is not their good fate?

Looking around, no one dared to speak anymore, all of them showed expressions of fear and submission, Song Zhi liked it very much, the feeling brought by the Venerable Master always made people like it, Song Zhi was also very intoxicated with this environment, although it was not what he wanted to come here to manage the miscellaneous disciples, but it seemed to be not bad.

After a pause, Song Zhi continued.

"The hut behind you is your future residence, tomorrow morning, when the sun rises, you must all go to the back mountain, who dares to be late or not go, hum, you know the consequences!"

"Now, get out of here, don't bother me if you have nothing to do in the future, whoever is that, it's you. Stretching out his hand, a sturdy man with a frightened face looked at Song Zhi and didn't dare to speak.

"Just now, you were very happy, so in the future, when others cut thirty wood, you cut forty, and you can't cut enough, you know. ”

Chen Zimeng looked at it, it was the guy who resisted the loudest just now, but he didn't expect to be hated, and it seemed that he would be very sad in the future.

After the sturdy man heard Song Zhi's words, his face became extremely pale, and he knelt down towards Song Zhi in an instant. "Don't! Master Immortal is above, spare the villain's life! The villain doesn't dare anymore. ”

"Don't worry, let's experience life here first!hahahaha. Song Zhi smiled, turned around and walked towards the mountain, where was the middle of the mountain, a small building stood quietly. The treatment of miscellaneous servants and formal disciples can be seen at a glance.

No one dared to stay in the square anymore, except for the unlucky guy who was fined by Song Zhi for cutting forty woods, and everyone went to the thatched hut.

Chen Zimeng looked at the back of Song Zhi who walked into the attic in the middle of the mountain, his brows were furrowed, it seemed that immortal cultivators would not care about the life or death of mortals, and then turned his head to look at the sturdy man on the ground, and sighed, what an unlucky guy.

Walking into the thatched hut, Chen Zimeng was stunned by the scene in front of him, is this a place where people live?

Two tables were placed horizontally in the middle, more than a dozen beds were placed in the corner of the wall, a thatched hut was placed with twenty beds, twenty people lived together, took a deep breath, and forced the depression in his heart, Chen Zimeng walked to the innermost bed against the wall, and after asking, he was sure that there was no one here, so he sat down on it, but as soon as he sat down, Chen Zimeng got up instantly, and the simple bedding on the bed emitted a very heavy musty smell.

Covering his nose, Chen Zimeng turned over the futon on the bed, withdrew it all, and threw it out.

"Oh, brother, don't throw it away! You threw it away, what did you use it? You know, this is the only one. On the bed next to Chen Zimeng, a young man with a good temperament hurriedly called out to Chen Zimeng, who threw the futon out.

"Don't throw it away, how can you sleep on this?" Chen Zimeng asked,

"Throw it away, how do you sleep?" the boy replied with a wry smile. "These bedding are damp, and the smell is a bit big, but there is no way, only this set, and it will be gone if you throw it away. ”

Chen Zimeng, who resigned himself to his fate again, put down the futon in his hand, threw it on the bed again, and sat on it without love.

"In Xia Murong Yicang, you can call me Murong or you can call me Yicang. I don't know my brother's name?" Looking at Chen Zimeng, who was dejected, Murong Yicang arched his hand and said.

"Chen Zimeng, Brother Murong just calls me Zimeng. With a salute in return, Chen Zimeng said.

"Okay, I'll just make a big noise. Zimeng, let me introduce to you, this is Wang Lin, this is Shang Chi, Bai Dao, Li Yi, the fat man over there, called Zhong Fei. But people live up to their names. Murong Yicang smiled, turned around and introduced a few people around him to Chen Zimeng.

Looking at a few people around him, Chen Zimeng bowed his hand, "Everyone, I'm Chen Zimeng, it's polite." ”

"Brother Chen doesn't have to be polite, my name is Bai Dao, everyone will be brothers in the future, I hope Brother Chen will take care of it, and you will support you together." "The white knife belongs to the kind of people who are warm-hearted and familiar with others. returned the salute to Chen Zimeng, and then said with a smile.

The rest of the people also stepped forward separately, and the seven of them chatted with each other, during which Chen Zimeng also got a lot of information.

Murong Yicang and the others were all forcibly arrested by a group of people, and it is estimated that they are the senior brother Zhang and his party mentioned by Song Zhi earlier. Chen Zimeng couldn't understand why the immortal cultivators wanted to arrest people to be disciples, if they needed to recruit disciples and spread the rumors, I was afraid that many high-ranking officials and nobles, as well as dealers and pawns, would come desperately, and they still needed such trouble.

Chen Zimeng asked everyone his questions, and Murong Yicang smiled, "This, I know that little reason." ”

"What is the reason?"

Everyone immediately surrounded Murong Yicang and looked at him with interest on their faces, Chen Zimeng was no exception, looked at Murong Yicang, and said with a smile, "Murong, tell us about it." ”