As soon as the sky was white, Zhao Xiaochen woke up, as usual, after a little washing, he put on the Taoist robe that marked the identity of the miscellaneous disciple, and walked out of the hut in three or two steps.

Walking along the small stone path, the snoring of flying insects can be heard from the weeds on both sides, and it is obvious that they are still sleeping. After a while, I came to a large banyan tree with intricate roots and leafy leaves.

I don't know when the morning sun has risen in the east, and a ray of warm sun falls on the gray robe on Zhao Xiaochen's body.

Zhao Xiaochen faced the rising sun, his hands behind his back, his waist was as straight as a javelin, he took a deep breath, his immature little face showed a determined color, and said in a low voice: "It's been thirteen years, and it's finally the last day, but if you don't advance on the path of cultivation, you will retreat, even if it is the last day, I have to persevere, my road is still long." ”

Raising his legs, Zhao Xiaochen came to a big rock with clear water chestnut angles under the root of the banyan tree, wiped off the dust on the rock with his palm, then clapped his palms and bullied up, sat cross-legged on the big rock, put his hands lightly on his knees, closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart a copy of the cultivation method of the miscellaneous service peak, the Yellow Rank Lower Grade Exercise Method "Hui Qi Jue".

Since he went to the Miscellaneous Service Peak, he found that the aura under this big banyan tree was stronger than that in other places, so Zhao Xiaochen chose his residence here, in order to be close to the big banyan tree and reduce the time spent on the road.

Although this place is relatively remote, very few people come up to disturb him, which can allow him to cultivate without distractions, after all, he still has miscellaneous servants to do, and there is not much time left for him to cultivate. Every morning, he would come here to cultivate, rain or shine, for six years.

As Zhao Xiaochen ran the magic technique, the colorless aura between heaven and earth that was invisible to the naked eye slowly gathered, and it entered the tiny meridians in the body little by little along the small pores.

With a burst of extremely strong stinging sensation, Zhao Xiaochen's immature little face became pale, without half a bit of blood, because the meridians in his body were as thin as silk, whenever he ran the magic technique, there would be a stinging sensation that the meridians were broken, and the intensity of this stinging sensation made him miserable.

But he gritted his teeth and didn't let himself make any noise, he had to experience this pain several times a day, and he was used to it.

Time is passing slowly......

Crash!!!

Zhao Xiaochen only felt a chill on his face, his body was shocked, and a foul smell came to his nose, Zhao Xiaochen instantly opened his eyes and stopped cultivating, only to see four young men in gray Taoist robes standing a few steps away in front of him.

One of the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked teenagers was holding an empty wooden basin in his hand, and several people were watching him laugh heartily, while he himself was dripping with his clothes, and the foul-smelling droplets of water were dripping down his long hair, cheeks, and clothes, and fell on the rock below him with a crisp ticking sound that was clearly audible.

The young man with the sharp beak and monkey cheeks was full of smiles, waved the empty wooden basin in his hand, and said with a smile: "Waste, Brother Chen's footwashing water is delicious! After drinking Brother Chen's elixir and jade dew, don't you hurry up and kowtow to thank you." ”

"Brother Wanghou, this is not right for you, Zhao Xiaochen is a cultivator of the fifth layer of the Gathering Spirit, one or two levels higher than you and me! The horse-faced boy standing next to the sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked boy rarely "stood" on Zhao Xiaochen's side, and then the horse-faced boy covered his forehead with one hand, shook his head lightly and sighed: "It's just that you can't even beat the first layer of the spirit gathering, alas! Waste materials are not as good as waste!"

Several people burst into laughter, and the prince with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks slapped his hand heavily on the horse-faced young man's shoulder, laughing breathlessly and speaking intermittently: "Hahaha! What you said, Ha is so right! He is not a waste or a waste material, you are enough to pretend to be a realm." ”

Zhao Xiaochen looked at it calmly, as if he didn't care about all this, but the hands that clenched the green tendons of his knees and the sound of breathing that was obviously a little heavier betrayed him. He was already full of anger, but on the surface he still showed calmness, took a slight breath, and said gently, "Is there something wrong?"

In fact, he knows all these people, and they have been bullying themselves for fun all these years, how can they not know each other! The name of the man with a horse face is Ma Lian, the name of the person who stood aside and did not speak all the time is named Li Yun, and the one they respectfully call Brother Chen is their boss Chen Shaofeng.

Several of them are all miscellaneous disciples of Xuantian Sect, but they have a very bad reputation, especially Chen Shaofeng, who is led by them, has never done any miscellaneous labor, and he is forced to let others do his work.

And he is the focus of their care, the reason why he can be so arrogant is because he has a brother in the outer gate, it is said that his brother is also one of the top ten disciples of the outer gate, and he will definitely become an inner disciple in the future, and even the steward of the miscellaneous peak is forbidden to his brother.

"Waste material, Lao Tzu's handymen today are all yours, if you dare not do it, the next time Lao Tzu splashes it on you, it will not be foot washing water, but urine, do you hear clearly?" Chen Shaofeng crossed his hands in front of his chest, stared at Zhao Xiaochen tightly with a pair of pupils, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and grinned white, and his tone was full of threat.

As a dog's leg, this kind of work is indispensable, the prince's eyes turned, his heart moved, and he came behind Chen Shaofeng with a horizontal step, and his hands lightly and alternately beat Chen Shaofeng's shoulders, with a flattering face: "Brother Chen, you are really witty like a demon, you can think of such a tall and insulting method, and the younger brother's worship of you is like the surging river!"

"Hey, hey, that's what I thought of when you said you were going to splash your feet. Chen Shaofeng smiled, a little proud in his heart, the prince's sycophancy was still very useful, and after a while, seeing Zhao Xiaochen silent, his eyes turned and he glared, and said fiercely: "What, don't you want to do it?"

The rest of the people were gearing up.

Zhao Xiaochen lowered his head, his breathing was obviously a little faster than just now, and he exhaled heavily and spit out a word with difficulty.

"Good. ”

"Count you as acquaintances, let's go and drink. After getting a satisfactory answer, Chen Shaofeng waved his hand and left with a few people.

Seeing a few people gradually moving away, Zhao Xiaochen stood up and turned around and smashed his fist on the trunk of the big banyan tree, which swayed slightly a few times, and dropped two or three green leaves.

Zhao Xiaochen's face was full of anger, his eyes were cold and cold, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Today is the last day, and it will also be the last time you insult me, you wait for me, I want you to pay for your blood debt." ”