The teenagers, who were originally like frightened birds, immediately showed a surprised expression after seeing the medicine gardens that could be seen everywhere in Zangyun Peak, and they began to look around for the precious medicinal materials they had heard of, and they always raised their voices every time they spoke, eager to let the disciples of Zangyun Peak hear how "knowledgeable" they were.

Apart from naivety and stupidity, Jun Wuxian could not find a third word to describe this flock of lambs to the slaughter.

The disciples of Zangyun Peak took them to the residence of the disciple sect, Zangyun Peak is worthy of being the second peak, even the place where the disciples live is extremely spacious, and a few disciples of Zangyun Peak are walking with their heads down in the huge courtyard, and they don't seem to have the slightest interest in these junior disciples who have just joined.

The treatment of the disciples of Zangyun Peak is good, everyone is in a single room, and the treatment of the residence is not even comparable to the disciples on Qin Yue's side, unless it is the personal inheritance of the elder or the head of the sect in the Tilting Cloud Sect, it is two or three people living in one room.

Entering their respective rooms, a group of teenagers were aroused by the superior treatment in front of them, and they secretly said that they had taken **** luck.

Jun Wuxie's room is adjacent to Qiao Chu, in the north corner of the entire courtyard, next to a pool of spring water, accompanied by a rockery, it looks very elegant.

Sitting down on the chair in the room, Jun Wuxian swept the situation in the room one by one, the bedding was brand new, although it was a little simpler, it was clean, but not long after sitting down, Jun Wuxian's brows furrowed slightly, and a familiar smell of blood lingered in her nose, the smell was very light, so light that it was almost imperceptible, if it weren't for her sense of smell that was different from ordinary people, I was afraid that she wouldn't notice this faint smell of blood at all.

Following the almost unpleasant breath, Jun Wuxian walked to the table next to the bed, the lacquer in the corner of the table was new, and the eye color was slightly brighter than other places, Jun Wuxian went to a short and delicate dagger from the cloth bag he carried, and scraped off the lacquer in that corner, and the brown lacquer was scraped off little by little, revealing the true color of the log, but if you look closely, in the wood, there are some dark red blood stains, the blood stains seem to have been stained not long ago, and after dripping on the table for a long time, it soaked the wood and moistened the wood with a layer of blood. Even if you wash it, you can't wash it off.

"It's really funny." Jun Wuxian sat back in his chair, staring at the blood that was covered by people's desires, and the cold light in his eyes flickered.

This Hidden Cloud Peak is really in danger, I am afraid that the people who originally lived in this room have just died, otherwise the smell of blood has already completely dissipated.

Ke Zangju recruits a large number of disciples on the fifteenth every month, but she has only secretly observed that the number of people in the entire courtyard where the disciples live is only more than a hundred, and according to Ke Zangju's rate of recruiting twenty or thirty new disciples every month, even if this number is increased tenfold, it is not an exaggeration.

However, judging from Ke Zangju's acceptance of people this time, he only accepted her and Qiao Chu on the surface, but in private, he let his disciples recruit dozens of people back.

If Ke Zangju uses this method to collect people every month, I am afraid that outsiders will not be able to see the strangeness of Zangyun Peak at all.

After all, in the eyes of many people, Zangyun Peak has never had so many people.

Even the traces of zài have been quietly erased, which is really a good means.

Jun Wuxian got up, took out a sealed porcelain bottle, gathered the scraped lacquer together, poured the liquid in the porcelain bottle little by little, and the cracked lacquer was melted little by little, Jun Wuxian gently wiped the bottom of the bottle, and re-applied the dissolved lacquer to the corner of the scraped table, and in a moment's time, it was restored to its original state.