Night has fallen, and a bright moon hangs above the cliff, and the cliff exposes its "giant tooth-like fangs" and makes a silent roar at the bright moon. The two huts on the edge of the cliff seemed to be frightened by the scream and "shivered" in the moonlight.

A ray of moonlight quietly burrowed into the thatched house from the "bald place" of the thatched house out of curiosity, shining on a black-robed young man who was cultivating on his knees.

It's okay, it's okay, he didn't open his eyes and see me. The moonlight patted his small chest, calming his nervous emotions.

Finally, the moonlight walked around the thatched house, there was a wooden table in the room, and on the top of the table was a small wood-colored long box, and it turned its eyes again, and a simple bookshelf placed several books: "Treatise on the Hundred Diseases of the Cultivator", "Brief Diagram of the Acupuncture Points of the Human Body", "Hundred Treatises on Miscellaneous Diseases", "Illustrated Guide to the Hundred Kinds of Brute Beasts", etc.

There is not a single trace of dust or cobwebs on the books, and it seems that the other person will often look through them.

Moonlight took a few more glances in the room with her little hands on her back, and a few clothes were placed at the head of the bed where the young man sat cross-legged on the wooden bed. It sighed softly, it had never seen such a humble thatched hut, not even a bowl, and it licked its thirsty lips and jumped out of the big hole in the roof.

The darkness in the dark place in the house trembled and walked out, picking up his lost territory again.

"Alas!" a sigh filled with disappointment rang out in the darkness.

"Sure enough, I still can't practice this body refining method! God, why do you want to kill me completely! You took away my metaphysical cultivation path, and now you don't even give me a trace of hope for the whole way of refining my body. The methods in the early stage of this body refining method are complete, but what is the Taishi Qi that is needed? Why have I never heard of it? Even she probably hasn't heard of it!"

The spar that the girl in white gave him to record the physical cultivation exercises was disposable, Chu Xingye injected ideas into the spar, and the exercises recorded in the spar appeared in his mind, and he would not forget it, and the spar became an ordinary spar, and the exercises in it disappeared.

The sound was louder again in the darkness.

"I'd better continue to practice Xuangong! But I can only feel the Xuanqi in the space like stars, but they just can't be absorbed into my body by myself, it's just a fairy teasing waste. Let's continue to cultivate! If a miracle happens, I can absorb those Xuan Qi into my body!"

The obsession with cultivation finally overcame the disappointment day after day, and Chu Xingye continued to cultivate cross-legged.

The room was silent, and the darkness was also marked with "snoring", and he fell into a deep sleep. Suddenly, a gradual snoring sound came from the thatched hut next door, like the sound of a mouse quietly knocking on melon seeds.

The moon rises, the moon sets, everything is a fixed number.

In the twinkling of an eye!

It was early in the morning, and the fog in the mountains was very thick, and the smell of life was particularly exciting. The sound of crickets chirping is getting more cheerful...... The whole night of drumming did not make them show a trace of fatigue at this time, but just reached the peak moment of playing.

Chu Xingye, who was wearing a thin black cloth coat and a pair of brown pants, walked on the mountain avenue, his clothes and pants were soaked, as if he had taken a cold shower with his clothes on.

A cold wind blew, and the chill passed through his clothes, burrowed into his body through his pores, and pierced into his bones, and he shivered.

"When did I get so weak! Damn bald Yang, I'm going to smash your bald head out of your hair next time. Chu Xingye raised his hand and touched his blue-black eyes, this was what he had learned from Bald Yang today and was smashed by Bald Yang.

"Hurry! Don't be late. He ran and faded away at the end of the white mist on the road.

Outside the big bronze door of a large hall, Chu Xingye stopped, and three big characters were engraved on the door, "Miscellaneous Palace". He stretched out his hands and pressed them against the large bronze door, pushing it in. The muscles on the arms bulged and the heels were raised...... The two doors lifted her chin shyly like a shy girl.

Squeak-squeak-squeak

The big bronze door was finally pushed open by him.

Chu Xingye, who was holding the big bronze door on the right side with both hands, kept panting, his voice was like a cow panting, and the beads of sweat on his face jumped down, as if there was a group of chasing soldiers behind him.

A sound of footsteps exploded in his ears, and Chu Xingye raised his head. A flash of fear flashed in his eyes, and the gasping in his mouth stopped abruptly as he swallowed. He forgot to breathe, and the sweat on his forehead stopped jumping.

"You're three quarters late this time. ”

An old man in a white robe had a scar on his right cheek and a long index finger. At this time, the old face was like an iron pot, cold and black. He stood ten zhang away from Chu Xingye, staring at Chu Xingye.

"Punish me! I have nothing to say. Pushing open the big bronze door with both hands and straightening his waist, Chu Xingye stared at the eyes of the old man with the scar.

I saw a fierce light in the other party's eyes, and he had a sharp pain in his abdomen.

- Bang......

Lying on the ground, he ate half a mouthful of mud and sand in his mouth, black blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, and his ten fingers grasped the ground, and the blood stained the damp soil around him black.

Ten scratches, as well as the mark of his legs kneeling, spread from the gate to his knees, fifteen feet away.

Raising his head, Chu Xingye, whose eyes were fierce, squirted out a mouthful of black dirt from his mouth: "Come on!" ”

The old man with the scar shook his body and appeared in front of Chu Xingye who was kneeling, his feet were raised, and Chu Xingye flew out.

Bang~~

"Come again. Chu Xingye got up from the ground and roared with a mouth full of blood.

The old man with the scar shook again, appeared in front of Chu Xingye, and kicked out.

Bang~~~

Chu Xingye, who was kicked in the chest, flew out upside down with tremendous force, and fell to the ground three feet away, raising dust half a person high.

"Come again!"

Bang~~~

In the end, Chu Xingye's "pancake" stuck to the ground, and he couldn't even lift his head, and shouted hysterically: "Come again." ”

"It's not easy to die. Elder Scar, who slowly lowered his foot from the air, ripped the corners of his mouth open and smiled cruelly.

The scar opened its mouth as well, a finger's width apart.

He shook his left shoulder, and grabbed Chu Xingye with his right hand to lift Chu Xingye up like a dead mouse. With his hand to the bottom of Chu Xingye's chin, his mouth opened, and then his left hand threw a black pill into Chu Xingye's mouth.

The Adam's apple was mentioned upward, and the black pill was swallowed by Chu Xingye on his own initiative.

After Elder Scar finished doing this, he threw Chu Xingye on the ground like garbage, and turned to leave.

"Before dark today, I didn't finish moving the materials in the four rooms, and I ate 'animal food' for two days in a row. ”

"Ahem, cough, cough~~~. Chu Xingye bit his lower lip with his teeth and coughed.

Master must destroy you.

—struggling to his feet, his face as hideous as that of a dying lion. Then he moved his feet and walked into the main hall of the palace of sundries, and the blood on his knees washed down like a river draining the embankment.

Leaning against the large bronze door of the first house in the main hall, he crouched down and slid down like a rag hanging on the wall.

"Poof~~"

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground, he pulled his mouth, and a bloody smile appeared on his face, "You can't defeat the master." ”

Chu Xingye tore off two pieces of cloth from the corners of his body and tied them to his feet, which can be regarded as healing and stopping bleeding - perfunctory to himself.

The black pill he was forcibly swallowed had the effect of healing injuries and stopping bleeding.

After half a pillar of incense, he was able to move, just because his body was almost used to being beaten by Elder Scar. Since he was demoted to the outer gate and punished into the palace of miscellaneous things as a handyman, he didn't remember the number of times he was beaten by this scar elder this time. Although I don't remember, the scars on my body remember thirty-two times when I died.

He didn't bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Ever since he entered the Sundry Hall, he had also received special treatment: every day he had to report to the Sundry Hall while the sun was still sleeping, and if he was a minute late or more, he would be severely beaten by the Scar Elder.

This Scar Elder was the steward of this sundries hall, and he was ruthless, and when he smiled, the scar on his face opened his "mouth", revealing a hideous "jagged tooth".

Every day, he greedily spends an extra quarter of an hour on 'cultivation', or if he fights with the bald Yang, he needs to endure one more beating, but the result is: the stronger the obsession, the more painful the body, and the slimmer the hope: cultivation regresses in cultivation again and again.

You've seen snails crawling upside down.

He swallowed the pain again and again and told himself that sooner or later his body would adapt to the punishment of the old man with the scar and no longer be in pain, and such days would eventually end.

And what he needs to do now is to do a good job of the task given to him by the old man with the scar, and if he can bend down before the humiliation, then he can stand up after the humiliation, and return all the humiliation he has received to the other party a hundred times.

About half a pillar of incense, Chu Xingye opened his eyes.

Pedal Pedal ~~~

A jumble of footsteps burst into his ears from outside the gates of the Palace of Sun.

He turned and pushed the large bronze door behind him, and got inside, leaning against him, the corners of his mouth twitching to reveal a smile, his silver eyes turning into ice blades, and he could hear the unbridled laughter outside the door through the door.

"That waste brother has been taught a lesson again, heh! It's a pity that I didn't see the process. ”

"Then you should wake up early. ”

"I'm born with a cultivation life, but I don't have the life of a waste senior brother, and I do chores all day long. ”

"Hahaha~~~"

More than half of the miscellaneous people here are new disciples who have just joined the sect for about a year, and they come here to do miscellaneous work because of the tasks assigned to them by the outer sect, and those who complete the daily tasks will get Xuanjing coins, which can be used to buy the cultivation items they need, and the Xuanjing coins store Xuanjing Qi that can be absorbed into their bodies by their cultivation.

Xuanjing Coin has the effect of cultivation and currency.

Xuanjing coins are divided into upper, middle and lower grades according to the purity of the Xuanqi in the inner storage bag. The high-grade Xuanjing coin has the highest purity and the largest storage capacity, while the lower grade has the opposite.

The exchange ratio between the upper, middle and lower grades of Xuanjing coins is: one to one hundred. One high-grade Xuanjing coin: 100 medium-grade Xuanjing coins: 1,000 low-grade Xuanjing coins.

And that small half of the disciples who are in the cultivation to reach the first entry to the eighth grade, but fail at the last trial level, as long as they can pass the last level of assessment within a year, they can become trial disciples.

Most of the former's cultivation is around the first entry of the third grade, and the latter's cultivation is the first entry of the eighth grade.

......

The outer disciples walking around in the hall of miscellaneous things said:

"Today's task is to move the materials of half of the house, which is really tiring. ”

"You are a gross compared to the task of Senior Brother Waste. ”

"Where's the waste?"

"Die!"

"Why did you bless him?"

"My heart is merciful. ”

......

With a creak, two black iron pillars slammed open the gate, like two monsters crawling out of the gate. Chu Xingye carried a four-meter-long, thigh-thick iron pillar on each shoulder, and walked towards the gate of the Palace of Sundries.

His clothes were in tatters, and the blood scabs left spots of black dirt on his clothes.

"Silver waste, how much do you want to move today?" a voice sounded from behind Chu Xingye.

Chu Xingye's body was stunned: "Without your hard work." ”

His special treatment is also the 'best' among the disciples of the Miscellaneous Temple: he is the first person to come, and the last person to go; every day he decides how his "treatment" will be based on the mood of the old man Scar: when the old man is angry, he suffers and the task is heavier, and when the old man is happy, he is also bitter, and the task is heavier.

The final punishment could not escape the "animal food", the black pill, and the beaten took turns to greet him

Others can rest by moving fifteen roots a day, and the rest of the time is used for cultivation, and they can even move with others.

And what about him - he can only move alone.

Every day, he moves from room to room. The number of iron rods in each room was thirty, and he did not carry less than two bars in a day, that is, at least sixty rods per day.

Every day, when he was tired of spurting blood or being beaten to death, the black elixir and black 'animal food' were his healing elixir.

On the second day, he always came back to life, and continued to overcome the torture of the old man with Scar, day after day.

But seriously, the price that this old man with scar paid to torture the young master is not small! The price of those black pills and 'animal food' is not low!

The master will never admit defeat to you, you kneel down and beg the master to stop eating if the master wants to eat. Hum by then......

"Silver waste! silver waste......" The young man in Tsing Yi kept shouting, like Chu Xingye, who didn't hear his voice and kept walking forward.

Chu Xingye's thoughts finally returned to the outside world, ignoring the shouts from behind. After all, if you have to pay it back, why hurry!

"Silver waste, didn't you hear the senior brother talking to you, let the senior brother help you!" The young man in Tsing Yi frowned, displeased.

His cultivation was the first entry to the eighth grade a year ago, but unfortunately the young man in Tsing Yi did not pass the trial assessment at the last level that year, if the young man in Tsing Yi still failed to pass the trial assessment within this year, he would be expelled from the sect.

"Big brother! He ignores you. The young man in Tsing Yi who moved with him behind him said.

"Hehe! Silver Waste!" the young man in Tsing Yi sneered.

The two of them carried a black iron rod behind Chu Xingye one after the other, the former had a gloomy face, and the latter's facial features were in a posture of watching a play.

When the two of them reached the outside of the main hall, the former stopped, and a pebble the size of an egg lay at his feet. The corners of his mouth tugged up, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his foot and kicked it.

"Bang!"

A stone shot at an extremely fast speed towards Chu Xingye, who was walking in front.

With a "click", Chu Xingye, whose right knee knelt down, and his whole body trembled, with his two eyebrows intertwined. One iron rod landed on the ground at the front end, the other at the back end, and in that moment, his body was almost torn in half from the vertebrae.

"Ahem! Be careful that you are a silver waste, and don't think of yourself as a character. I'm kind enough to remind you once. The young man in Tsing Yi said.

The two of them walked with iron rods from Chu Xingye's side with great might, you must know that the King of the First Blade is not something that anyone can bully.

Raise your head and stare at the cyan back walking in front of you. Chu Xingye stretched out his tongue and licked a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and as the saliva swallowed into his stomach, the taste of blood was three points sweeter than honey.

Ignoring Zhou Zhou's loud laughter, he exerted force on his waist, and at the same time pressed down with both hands, and the ends of the two iron rods were slowly propped up. Then he pressed his feet at the same time, and his right leg followed to stand up, as the two iron rods balanced on his shoulders.

He stood up, but the muscles and hair of his whole body were shaking.

"Silver waste, you still have to learn more!"

"Hahahaha~~~~"

......

A sneering voice followed the outer disciple carrying the iron rod past Chu Xingye's side and walked away.

Raising his head and holding his chest up, Chu Xingye walked forward - "Silver waste!"

In the evening.

In a corner of the main hall, there was a three-legged table, plus a two-legged stool, and the light and shadow of a large bronze door carved on the floor of the main hall slowly squirmed.

This dark world has a little light.

Chu Xingye sat on a two-legged stool, a large basin of black, sticky, steaming food was placed on the table, and a smell of socks that had not been washed for half a year penetrated into Chu Xingye's nostrils from the basin.

With his eyes wide open, he didn't let tears "go over the wall" from his eyes, and stared at the "animal food" on the plate like staring at the enemy who killed his father. Food that only animals eat.

Raising his right hand, he grasped the chopsticks, picked up the basin with his left hand, and opened his mouth to the maximum. With the force of his right hand, the chopsticks frantically poured the black food in the basin from his mouth, and the Adam's apple quickly went up and down.

In the time of half a pillar of incense, the empty basins and wooden chopsticks were thrown to the ground, and Chu Xingye knelt on the ground, his waist hunched, and his mouth was covered with both hands, preventing the stinky things in his stomach from spewing out.

The two-legged stool "slept" on the floor, looking at Chu Xingye coldly.

"Very good! This time I ate very cleanly, and I didn't throw it up. A gloomy voice rang out in the empty hall, making it even more gloomy. A white figure emerged from the darkness deep in the hall.

The sun begins in the darkness, and the new life is reborn in the fire.

Bang dang ~~~

In Chu Xingye's sight, the empty basin he had just eaten was kicked away by the other party. The silver-eyed young man's face was furious, and his body wanted to stand up—in an instant, his brow loosened, and his body shook and stopped, covering his mouth with his hands.

"Heh! Elder Scar stood not far from Chu Xingye and looked at him kneeling on the ground.

Without saying anything, Chu Xingye could feel the "food" in his stomach begin to solidify.

"Let's click, let's ......," a sound of footsteps faded away.

Letting go of the hands that were pressing his mouth, Chu Xingye let out a breath, raised his right hand and smashed it on the ground with a fist, a self-deprecating smile on his face.

He didn't say anything.

"Don't be late tomorrow, you know the consequences. There was a sound in the distance, accompanied by a gust of wind.

Chu Xingye's body trembled.

'Animal food' was the only punishment he had for not completing the task given by the old man with scar every day. As the name suggests, it is a food that only animals eat.

He was one: "a brute named Silver Waste". He is also one of the 'figures' in this hall that is most valued by the lord of this hall, Elder Scar.

............

The night approached the earth, and the vast mountains sank into the night. Chu Xingye, who was dragging his soon-to-break and stinky body, stood in front of the wooden door and turned his head.

In the moonlight, a bald boy sat in front of the door, his head resting on the wooden door frame, seemingly asleep.

Chu Xingye, who squeezed out a smile on the lower half of his face, turned his head and pushed open the wooden door, and there was a "creak"! The door was closed, and he "melted" to the ground like ice melted into water, and his body remained motionless, as if he was dead.

About half a pillar of incense time passed, Chu Xingye's corpse buried by the moonlight piled up in the window came back to life. He dragged the weight of a corpse to the edge of the bed, sat cross-legged on the bed, and went about his nightly practice.

The mind felt the countless glowing stars in the sky, these were mystical energy. Reach out and grab these stars, but these stars flicker and flicker, but they are separated from him by thousands of worlds, on the other side of the river of time.

Outside the house, Li Yang, who was sleeping in the moonlight, opened his eyes and looked at the closed wooden door for a while. I got up and walked into the wooden house, where the wooden door was closed like a goose feather.

The moon in the sky was obscured by a dark cloud, and the two wooden houses on the edge of the cliff were eaten into the belly by the darkness. And in the middle of the night, the cliff side made a gust of wind howling, like a ghost crying, a ghost complaining.

Day 3.

The night is dark. The crickets were still chirping in the crevices of the stones, the dead grass, and the birds were still crouching in the branches, hiding their heads in their wings, snoring, and bubbling in their nostrils.

In the two wooden houses on the edge of the cliff, a creaking sound sounded quietly. A black shadow flickered by, disappearing in front of the wooden door.

In the hall of sundries, the darkness had not yet left, a shadow stood in place, and the other shadow carried two long shadows on his shoulders and walked out.

"You only moved three houses yesterday and you are still two pieces of materials, and today you have finished moving four houses. Elder Scar stared at Chu Xingye, who was carrying an iron rod, around the corner.

Carrying two iron rods, after a pause, Chu Xingye continued to walk forward.

It's still early, which geniuses haven't come yet, Chu Xingye is carrying an iron rod outside the main hall alone. He was happy and quiet, and what was uncomfortable was that there was a "ghost" staring at him. But after a long time, sooner or later you will get used to it.

Elder Scar stood in the dark corner of the main hall, and Chu Xingye carried the iron rod back and forth in front of his eyes.

Boy, I hope this torture will take you further in the future, if you can't pass the old man's test, then you will be just a waste.

The old man is looking forward to your rebirth.

When people arrived one after another, they didn't forget to watch the excitement of Chu Xingye while chirping, which had become one of their habits.

The heart became heavy, and it vowed to drag Chu Xingye into hell.

"Silver waste!" A voice suddenly sounded, Chu Xingye, who was carrying an iron rod, raised his head, only to see a black light shooting towards him, he tilted his head, and bit a "hidden weapon" in his mouth.

Biting a piece of black token with his mouth, he turned his head, his eyes were slightly red, and a murderous intention "turned the sky upside down" in his mind. The pain of several scars on his body came back to life.

"It's you!"

In front of Chu Xingye's gaze, two young men in Tsing Yi were clasping their hands into fists in front of their chests, looking at him with contempt at the "corners of their eyebrows".