"Is this kid crazy? How can he talk to the hall master in such a tone?"

"It's really a stone in the pit, it's stinky and hard, and even when he speaks, it's full of boasting, and so is this master, how can he give this person a chance?

"Hey, being a little miscellaneous disciple, I don't want to have a bright future in this life, let's just see!"

All kinds of voices of discussion ruthlessly entered the ears of the three of them, but at this time, this was no longer important to Jing Chong, what he paid most attention to was not whether he could really become a disciple of the Art Hall, but whether he could enter the Art Hall smoothly.

In the future, even if he really becomes the most inferior miscellaneous disciple, no matter how hard and tired he is, he will also grit his teeth and persevere, this time he is not only proving it to Wu Qing, but also proving it to himself.

He believed that in three years, as long as he could have the opportunity to cultivate martial arts, he would definitely work hard at all costs, and one day, he would surpass everyone here and let them completely prostrate under his feet.

With such determination, Jing Chong only felt full of energy, he ignored the people pointing behind him, and didn't care about the pair of questioning and contemptuous eyes, and strode towards the outside of the temple gate.

"This kid is so energetic, he easily agreed to be a miscellaneous disciple, did he ask us how we felt? When he stepped out of the door of the main hall, he heard Nie Haiyuan's complaining voice coming into his ears.

"Yes, he doesn't know what it's like to clean a hut, so he wants to experience it for himself, but even then he has to discuss it with us. Zou Cang echoed casually, and his words were also extremely reluctant.

The two of them talked without any worries, but they couldn't help but make the corners of Jing Chong's mouth twitch, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was even more angry, obviously the two of them caused the most trouble, but they complained at this time. The more I thought about it, the more I was blocked, but when I saw him take two steps forward, I turned around coldly.

"You girl, you two troublemakers, if it weren't for your two boys' misdeeds, would I have been reduced to sweeping the thatched house?"

The first time I turned my face at the two, a scolding was unexpectedly very effective. The two of them, who originally thought they were very reasonable, chose to keep silent almost at the same time after seeing Jing Chong's cold expression.

At the same time, the atmosphere became awkward.

At this time, the three of them didn't have the courage to see the owner of the village, Mao Dahu, if the other party learned that the three of them had obtained such an errand, I am afraid that they would run away in an instant.

But at this point, we can only bite the bullet. Fortunately, just after walking out of the main hall, it was evening, Mao Dahu had already left, and the only few disciples outside the empty hall slowly moved closer to the main hall, accepting the continued baptism of the three hall masters

Seeing this situation, Jing Chong was also happy, pacing forward alone, simply ignoring the two behind him, and striding towards the miscellaneous courtyard

The miscellaneous courtyard is in a corner on the left side opposite the main hall of the art hall, and on the outer wall of the courtyard through it, there are three very inconspicuous small rooms, but fortunately, there is an independent courtyard, although it is not big, but it can also be "isolated from the world", which also avoids too many "showing up", more or less covering the face of the three people.

Walking to the door of the miscellaneous courtyard, Jing Chong took the lead in pushing the wooden door, and it creaked for a long time before the wooden door was opened with difficulty, and what greeted him was a strong smell of moldy swill, such a violent breath was even stronger than when he first entered the dormitory of the tenth team of the ninth shed, so that even Jing Chong, who thought he was extremely resistant, couldn't help frowning.

And the two behind him have been sloppy since ancient times, but even so, they still vomited the moment they stepped on the threshold.

"Mom, is this where people live? Why is it smellier than his mother's thatched house?"

It was Nie Haiyuan who was the first to break the deadlock, only to see him rush out with an arrow step, covering his nose with his hand, and said very curiously.

"Yes, yes, I think I'm also a talented person in Zou Cang's size, how can I stoop to this square inch? But then again, the heavens will descend on the Si people, and a big man like me will definitely be able to bear this kind of big responsibility!"

Talking to himself, the whole one has no face and no skin.

Jing Chong knew the conduct of the two people, although he was indignant, he knew that even if these two people were not allowed to follow, they would definitely be cheeky and become miscellaneous disciples. And what he said just now, he did it on purpose.

Therefore, at this time, he didn't pay attention to the two people behind him, just raised his steps and walked in, looking around, only the middle of the three houses at this time was lit, and the door was also open.

The first thing that catches your eye is the buckets and cans that are full of buckets and cans, but most of them are in order, each in the meantime, especially in a wooden shed in the corner there is also a huge waterwheel, obviously, it is used to carry water, as for those full of barrels and cans are divided into different categories, there are buckets for picking swill, there are buckets for picking up dung, and night pots and the like, of course, there are a lot of broken brooms.

Seeing such a real scene, Jing Chong's heart completely sank to the bottom.

He originally knew that there was no good errand to enter the Miscellaneous Servant Academy, but he would not do it like this, he thought that the disciples of the Miscellaneous Servants Hall would have the title of "disciple" at the worst, at most, they would serve tea and water, clean the bedroom, etc., but he never imagined that the miscellaneous disciples here would be so unsightly, and they would be reduced to picking up dung and pouring swill.

I couldn't help but curse in my heart, what kind of situation can this so-called miscellaneous disciple of the Art Hall be shabby?

Full of grievances lingered in his chest, but Jing Chong still walked in step by step, and following the guidance of the light, he almost mechanically entered the house in the middle.

Looking at it through the dim light, although the furnishings in the empty room are simple, but it also looks very clean, the first thing that catches the eye is a large bed and a wardrobe, of course, there is a square table against the door, an oil lamp is gently placed on it, under the dim light, there is a rickety old woman standing on the side of the square table, a coarse linen dress, a wooden hairpin on the top of her head with a gray bun, it seems that she is at least sixty years old.

At this time, she was standing at the table and was busy with the work in her hands, when she heard the footsteps outside the door, she suddenly turned around, and her bright eyes flashed.

"Who is it?"

The slightly gentle voice was heard in my ears, and I am afraid it was the most pleasant sound I had heard in the past day, and I couldn't help but warm Jing Chong's cold heart.

"The old woman is me, the disciple who was just sent to the miscellaneous room by the hall master!"

Jing Chong tried his best to calm his thoughts, walked to the door, and replied with the same soft words.

"Oh, so come in!"

Hearing Jing Chong's answer, the old lady responded casually, then waved her hand and said.

It was only at this time that Jing Chong silently turned around and waved his hand at Nie Haiyuan and the others behind him, signaling them to follow and sign up together.

With a series of footsteps, the three of them walked into the room from the door, and after a long time, the old woman slowly looked back at the three of them.

When she saw that the people who came were three young men, a trace of doubt quickly flashed in the old woman's eyes, but then she straightened up again, and didn't ask more, so she said casually, "Did Hall Master Wu ask you to come?"

The old woman's words were plain and calm, but when they came to her ears, they didn't make people feel disgusted, so Jing Chong nodded casually.

"Yes, if my mother-in-law has any arrangement, even if she tells me, my three brothers will do their best to obey!"

As soon as Jing Chong's words fell, she ushered in the curious eyes of the old woman, obviously she didn't expect that this young man who looked dark-skinned and had a bit of childishness between his eyebrows would have such courtesy.

"Forget it, it's too late today, you go to the right room to rest first, clean up briefly, wait for the old man to come back, and let him arrange tomorrow's work for you!"

The old lady didn't introduce herself, nor did she force the three of them to act, but just pointed to the room on the right and ignored it anymore, busy with her own work.

"Then thank you mother-in-law!"

After speaking, Jing Chong took the two people behind him and turned around and wanted to walk to the right room.

But at this moment, a series of footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate, accompanied by an old coughing voice, "Uh-cough! Old woman, are you in the house?"

Although the old man's voice was weak, it was unusually loud, and when it came into Jing Chong's ears, he suddenly stopped his steps, "I'm back, the old man is back!"

A sentence reminded the old woman, but saw the old woman put down the work in her hand and stood up, staggered to the door, intending to push the heavy door open, but looking at her body, it seemed difficult to open the door.

Seeing this, Jing Chong just smiled lightly, and then took a few steps behind the old woman to lend a helping hand.

"Crunch!"

The door was easily pushed open, and the first thing that caught my eye was a cart with a large iron tank of water, which seemed to be filled with water.

On the opposite side of the cart was a wrinkled face, with a gray beard, a thin face with prominent cheekbones, and a pair of sunken eye sockets, but the eyes were shining and shining, and the slightly rickety body was wearing a long-sleeved linen shirt, with wide sleeves rolled up to the elbows, and looked quite energetic.

At this time, he was looking at the door happily, and when the wooden door was pushed open, he happened to look at Jing Chong.

"Old woman, here comes the guest!"

The old man pushed the car hard and didn't forget to ask.

"No, we were arranged by the hall master to work in the miscellaneous office!"

Jing Chong said, but turned around and helped the old man push the car.

But the two behind him couldn't help but show a playful look on their faces the moment they saw such a scene, especially Nie Haiyuan, who looked at the old man trying to push the cart with a smile unabated, and his cold words almost made people vomit blood and run away.

"Oh mom, is this the legendary old man's cart!?"