"Alchemy"

The deacon disciple of the record looked at Mo Youran in astonishment again, alchemy? I didn't expect him to say that he would do alchemy? Didn't he inquire before he came? Alas! That's it, that's it, since people say that they can do alchemy, why do they say so much.

The deacon disciple pointed to a team of only a few dozen people not far away and said:

"Okay, you can go there and report to the deacon disciples of Baicao Hall."

The deacon's disciple took out a cyan jade plate and entered spiritual power, only to see that the cyan jade plate showed three silver fonts of 'Mo Youran', handed the jade plate to Mo You, and then called the next monk to sign up.

Mo leisurely looked at the jade plaque in his hand, looked at the deacon disciple and looked at him with a look of pity, shook his head and went to register the next monk, he didn't understand why, but he didn't want to ask, so he had to walk towards the least team.

As soon as he arrived in the team, there was a chubby-looking male cultivator, who turned his head and said with a simple smile:

"What? You also threw you here because of your low cultivation? ”

Mo Youran was shocked, and didn't understand what the person in front of him meant, so he asked:

"What? Are all the worst cultivators in this team? ”

This question amused the fat monk.

"Could it be that you didn't inquire when you came to Tianyun Sect to sign up?"

"Inquiring? What do you need to inquire? ”

Only then did the fat monk put away his smile, looked at the person in front of him seriously, and saw that he couldn't see this person's cultivation, so he asked:

"What kind of cultivation are you doing now?"

"Ten Layers of Qi Training"

It's really inexplicable, why did you suddenly think of asking Xiuwei? Although she was puzzled, she didn't ask.

I saw that the fat slim body looked at Mo Youran even more shocked and said:

"Ten layers of Qi training? Then what are you doing here? ”

Mo Youran was even more puzzled:

"Of course, it's to learn alchemy."

Seeing that Mo Youran didn't know anything, Fat Xiu explained to her seriously:

"Alas! You don't know, this Baicaotang will only be divided back and forth if its cultivation is low at the time of registration, and those who say that they can do alchemy at the time of registration will also be divided, you must know that the cultivation of alchemists is very low. ”

Mo Youran only then realized why the deacon disciple had such a regretful look when she gave her the token, and continued to ask:

"Then why did you assign those with low cultivation to Baicaotang?"

"What a hundred herbs! It is the cultivation of medicinal herbs. Those of us with low cultivation who were assigned to the Hundred Grass Hall were just a nominal name, and they were the worst miscellaneous people among the disciples of the Outer Hall. However, seeing that your cultivation is not as good as ours, maybe you will be able to enter the inner hall in the advanced competition in a year. ”

Miscellaneous? Mo Youran was a little dizzy, and at this time he really wanted to hit his mouth hard, how could he say that he would do alchemy, now it's okay, and he will be directly assigned to do chores. How can there be time to cultivate! Even if there is an advanced competition after a year, you will have the opportunity to enter the inner hall, but you will also have time to practice before you can be sure to enter the inner hall.

Mo Youran still asked without giving up:

"Dare to ask, is there no other way to enter the inner hall except for the advanced competition in a year?"

The Fat Friar thought for a moment and said:

"Yes, yes, but it can't be done, as long as your cultivation can reach the foundation building, you can directly enter the inner hall."

Mo Youran was petrified instantly, isn't this the same as not saying? If it was so easy to build a foundation, there wouldn't be so many monks coming to Tianyun Sect to sign up.

At this time, the deacon disciples of the Baicao Hall shouted to everyone:

"Now you can follow me to the Hundred Grass Hall."

The deacon disciple of Baicaotang threw an object into the air, only to see that the thrown object instantly became larger, Mo Youran recognized that it was a huge pu fan, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart, it was really alchemy, and even the pu fan was used.

The deacon disciple of Baicaotang jumped into the body and jumped lightly on the pu fan and said:

"You also jump on the flying magic machine with me, and I will take you there."

As soon as the words fell, everyone jumped on the pu fan-shaped flying magic weapon, and Mo Youran also jumped up, this was the first time Mo Youran took the flying magic weapon, and there was a small stirring in his heart.

Everyone had already mounted the flying magic weapon, and the deacon disciple of the Baicao Hall used his spiritual power to urge the flying magic weapon to slowly rise and rush away.

Although it was flying in the air, there was no sense of instability when standing on this pu fan, but this wind made Mo Youran feel slightly uncomfortable. I can't see the bottom of the fan from above, but I can see a lot of floating clouds passing by.

Mo Youran stood on top of the pu fan and felt that the pu fan was slowly falling, knowing that he had arrived at Baicaotang. I can't help but sigh in my heart, how good it is to build a foundation, at least you don't have to use your feet to go anywhere, and then you can go wherever you want to go as long as you throw out the flying magic weapon.

With Mo leisurely sighing, the deacon disciples led these dozens of new disciples to the place where they lived. And Mo Youran lived in a courtyard with three other outer hall disciples who had just started, but fortunately it was one room for one person.

Assigned to the same courtyard as Mo Youran was the fat monk who was talking to him just now, since they were all assigned to a courtyard, everyone also got to know each other, that fat monk was named Fang Yixiao in the middle of the fifth layer of Qi training, a handsome person named Guan Xuanming, in the late stage of the seventh layer of Qi training, and there was a night cultivator who always had a cold face with an ice cube, as if people owed him how many spirit stones, but his cultivation was higher than Mo Youran, and it was actually the late stage of the twelfth Qi training period.

Originally, Mo Youran's cultivation into the Baicao Hall was already shocking, but I didn't expect that this night's cultivation was even higher than Mo Youran, no, it should be said that it was the highest among the new disciples.

What made Mo Youran most depressed was that the four of them were assigned to take care of the medicine field, Mo Youran and Ye Xiuchen took care of one piece, Guan Xuanming and Fang Yixiao took care of one piece, and this so-called piece was a full two acres.

Mo leisurely looked at these two acres of medicine fields and fainted, so he almost vomited blood. God really heard her prayer this time. Yes, she really wanted herbs, but she didn't say she wanted so much! Two acres, this is two acres, so much how can she take care of it! It is estimated that just watering every day will directly make her tired and lie down, how can there be almost cultivation.

"Bang"

"Here, carry the water;"

A big bucket smashed down out of thin air, Mo leisurely looked at the bucket at his feet and looked at the back of **** Xiuchen not far away, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and reluctantly lowered his head and followed behind Ye Xiuchen.

Ye Xiuchen didn't pay attention to Mo Youran, he walked extremely fast, and when Mo Youran returned with water, Ye Xiuchen had already finished irrigating and was going to carry the second bucket.

Night Xiuchen said coldly when he walked up to Mo Youran:

"The two of us take care of one acre of these two acres of medicine field, and I have drawn a line in the middle."

After speaking, without waiting for Mo Youran to answer and left coldly, Mo Youran glared at him very much, and then turned her head to look at the medicine field, only then did she realize that there was a white boundary between the two acres of medicine field that was not just drawn with something.

Mo Youran had a feeling of suffocation, and cursed that night Xiu Chen fiercely in his heart, as for it? also drew the boundary just right, originally there was still the idea of being lazy and slippery, but now there is nothing, Mo Youran had to look at the sky pitifully.

"Dear God! You old man, just get ready for the rain!"