On the fourth watch of the next day, Jing Chong was woken up by the noise in the courtyard, and he jumped up from the bed as soon as he was always sensitive.

The snoring in the room was still like thunder, and Nie Haiyuan and Zou Cang were still lying down and sleeping like dead pigs.

After a simple tidying up of his clothes, Jing Chong did not disturb the dream of the two, but gently pushed open the door and walked out, and when he entered the courtyard, he found that the noisy sound did not come from here, but from the courtyard of the art hall.

At this time, the sky was not yet bright, but the night sky in the east had already turned white, with a glimmer of light, he couldn't help but walk towards the door with curiosity, but as soon as he walked to the door, he was already surprised to find that the door of the miscellaneous courtyard had already been pushed open, and now it was just a cover-up.

An inexplicable shock in my heart, isn't the old man already getting up?

Thinking of the other party's early and dark work, Jing Chong couldn't help but be moved, no wonder the old man could say a series of truths, it turned out that he was not only enthusiastic about life, but also heartfelt for work.

Thinking of this, Jing Chong did not hesitate, pushed the door of the courtyard and walked out, crossing the threshold between the Teaching Art Hall and the Miscellaneous Servant Academy, and the sound of chaos in his ears became stronger, driven by curiosity, he stepped into the Teaching Art Hall without a trace of hesitation.

As soon as he entered the vast courtyard, Jing Chong was stunned by the scene in front of him.

But I saw that not far from the main hall of the Teaching Art Hall, the black crowd gathered in one place, roughly looking at the number of fifty or sixty people, everyone stood in several rows, and in front of the team there were two teenagers standing in the courtroom, fighting, and the group of people behind them seemed to become the characters of watching.

Not only that, on the side of the crowd, three tall figures stood with their hands down, nodding frequently from time to time, twisting their beards from time to time, it was obvious that this was the ultimate exerciser of such a formation.

After taking a closer look, Jing Chong found that these three people were not outsiders, they were the three hall masters of the Giving Arts Hall that he met yesterday, and the group of black-pressed teenagers were the enrolled disciples of the various walled doors who lined up to enter the main hall yesterday to receive the talent test.

Looking at the formation, yesterday's test has not ended until now, and judging by how many of them have passed the test, only a small part of them are standing there yawning in frustration.

Just a slight glimpse, at the head of the end, Jing Chong saw a few familiar figures, the first thing that caught his eye was to get the nephew Gongye Changxun of the Erzhai lord who was dressed in white and dashing, and there was also a dark green figure, the slightly slender son of the Sanzhai lord who sat down to lead the son Chang Lin, and the last one was the daughter of Zhai Juan, who was dressed in an apricot yellow light dress and wrapped in a back.

The faces of these three people were all accompanied by joy, and it was obvious that in such a competition, they did not encounter a trace of trouble at all, and they successfully entered the Confidal Hall and became true disciples.

Looking at them, and then at himself, he couldn't help but feel ashamed of himself and secretly lament the injustice of the world.

However, before he could sigh with his eyes up, his ears were already staggering, and then an old voice came, "Don't look at them, since they are all up, hurry up and help Uncle Kong clean the courtyard properly!"

Suddenly hearing these words, Jing Chong's cold body shook and turned around, and what caught his eye was the familiar figure of the old man, who was looking at himself with a smile at this time, and handed over a slightly smaller broom in his hand by the way.

"Well, it turns out that Uncle Kong has already gotten up!"

smiled lightly at the other party, but only then did he know that the old man's surname was Kong.

Early in the morning, the two of them didn't have any extra words, and under the leadership of Uncle Kong, Jing Chong also started his own work.

The huge courtyard is dozens of acres from beginning to end, and it is also a very heavy job to clean it completely, but fortunately, Uncle Kong is very experienced in his work, and it didn't take long to monopolize a large area, and under this crowding, Jing Chong had to slowly move closer to the direction of the crowd.

"Hey-ha!"

Cracking sound!

The scuffle between the two teenagers is still not over, due to the high concentration of their minds, they don't even have a trace of sleepiness, although they are young, they raise their hands and feet, but they also dance tiger and tiger style.

"Poof!"

But it didn't take long for Jing Chong to hear another voice coming, and out of curiosity, he found that a young man was falling to the ground with an unwilling face.

"Liu Xiaoyu wins, another elimination!"

The deacon disciple not far away ruthlessly announced the result as a referee, but Jing Chong's footsteps were unconsciously a little closer.

"The one who sweeps the floor, go far away, don't hurt you with your fists and feet!"

At this moment, the deacon disciple saw Jing Chong's approach while sweeping the floor, and he was very unceremonious, and his shouting really attracted a lot of attention.

"Hey, isn't that yesterday's Jing Chong?

"Alas, Sensei, it looks like he's really a natural toil!"

"Cheap billet!"

There was another series of disdainful voices, which almost didn't make Jing Chong angry on the spot, especially the mouth that caused Zhai Juan's daughter to twitch, which made him even more angry, but after all, he was just a miscellaneous disciple, and in front of this group of real disciples, he couldn't even breathe.

Forcibly Annai stopped the churning in his heart, but he could only slowly retreat back with a broom.

"Hey, other people's opinions are always other people's, as long as we have ourselves in our hearts, when it comes, we are all noble, don't pay attention to the boring words of those boring people, but I don't know that the taller the person, the more painful and harder it will be at the moment of falling!"

I don't know when, Uncle Kong came to his side again, and it seems that he has already cleaned this huge courtyard, but all that is left is his own few areas.

Nodding silently, Jing Chong realized that Uncle Kong was abnormal, and he couldn't help but have a pair of eyes that were already wide and round.

"Uncle Kong, you cleaned this?"

Shun pointed to the piles of small garbage in the distance, and Jing Chong even breathed rapidly.

"Hehe, I'm at this age, and I've been cleaning the courtyard here for more than ten years, if this little work takes a day, where do I have any other free time to work on the other?

These words seem to be crazy and incompatible, but secretly there seems to be a hidden mystery, but for a while, Jing Chong seems to have an understanding, but he is ignorant, and he can't help but look at Uncle Kong with a puzzled look.

However, when he looked at this time, he found that Uncle Kong had already dragged the broom towards another garbage heap, while Jing Chong was still carefully savoring Uncle Kong's words.

"Clean these up first, let's go up the mountain to fetch water!"

Uncle Kong didn't look back, so he ruthlessly interrupted Jing Chong's thoughts, and at the same time, he took out a handpan and acted slowly.

All the actions seem to be calm and quiet, but secretly they seem to hide indescribable mysteries, but where these mysteries are embodied, Jing Chong can't capture them at all, so he can only watch the other party's actions, and follow the back and forth of his hands and feet helplessly.

However, with the efforts of Uncle Kong, this lump of garbage has basically disappeared without a trace.

Flicked his sleeves and shook off the dust, Uncle Kong straightened his waist and smiled at Jing Chong very calmly, and then turned around and returned to the miscellaneous courtyard, but even at this time, the sky was still not bright.

"Push another waterwheel, let's go up the mountain!"

This time, Uncle Kong didn't have a trace of politeness, and shouted at Jing Chong, but he shook his body again and stood outside the door like a shopkeeper.

Just nodded slowly, Jing Chong walked into the wooden shed as promised, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he picked up the double armrests pulled by the wheelwheel, and with a corner of his hands, the wheelbarrow was really pushed out.

As soon as he arrived outside the door, Uncle Kong strode in front of the meteor's head to lead the way, and Jing Chong was also very happy, and he followed him very excitedly.