After Wang Dong left, Wang Wudao said to Mao Zheng: "He has a little relationship with the person in charge of the miscellaneous service department here, and it is not a problem to kill a person casually, so don't use your fist if you can solve it with money, besides, your fist is not as hard as mine." After hearing this, Mao Zheng had to endure his temperament, it was not too late for the gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and he swore in his heart that he must make this Wang Dong pay the price.

As soon as it was dawn the next day, Mao Zheng got up early. After calming down, his divine consciousness ran to the dantian golden pill, and his divine consciousness swept away, and found that the holy golden pill did not respond at all.

So Mao Zheng tentatively ran the Great Ri Rulai Sutra and inhaled a trace of immortal energy. However, when the immortal qi poured into the dantian, it was immediately absorbed by the Extinction Saint Golden Pill.

Mao Zheng scolded, but there was nothing he could do. I had to get up and try to cultivate the Heavenly Barbarian Technique and cultivate the strength of the physical body.

Seeing that Mao Zheng was getting up so early, the person in charge of the miscellaneous service department called him over and said, "Get up so early and work early, the earlier you work, the sooner you rest, maybe you can still have time to go to the Gongfa Pavilion to practice." ”

"So what should I do?"

The person in charge said: "You will clean the Fanxian Gate, remember to be spotless, otherwise you will look good!"

Mao Zheng was ruthless in his heart, presumably Wang Dong must have said something to this miscellaneous elder, which made him have to do so much work alone.

But under the fence, Mao Zheng also had to suffer this dumb loss. Picked up a broom and cleaned up all over the Fanxian Gate, dressed in plain white, and a broom like a spear.

His waist was straight, and even as a miscellaneous disciple, the expression on his face was meticulous, and he did not lose his arrogance. In the mortal immortal gate of the human world and the secular world, he also once swept the ground, and this scene couldn't help but remind Mao Zheng of his master.

Thinking of the master, his fists couldn't help but clench. He wants revenge, and his target is not the magic world, but a force in the magic world that killed his master!

But thinking about his current talent and strength, he couldn't help but feel sad. No matter how he cultivated, the immortal qi would be inexplicably sucked by the Saint-Destroying Golden Pill in the dantian.

His own cultivation did not advance but retreated, and even that talent became the lowest first-class talent, and this kind of difficulty made Mao Zheng see no hope of revenge.

Every swing of the broom brings up a cloud of dust. He waved the broom, but his body didn't move much, but with the flip of his wrist, the broom was like his arm, like an arm to the fingers.

At the end of the day, the entire Fan Xian Gate was cleaned spotlessly. Mao Zheng wasn't very tired, but he felt that his wrist was a little congested, but with the blood of the emperor phoenix, he just had to sleep.

This mortal immortal sect is a well-known existence in the immortal world, and there are thousands of disciples in the door, and the competition is also extremely cruel. The protagonist's resources have to be fought for by the disciples themselves. Mao Zheng planned to take advantage of the holiday of the miscellaneous service office tomorrow to go to the task building to receive some tasks to do.

Following. The weather in the fairy world is always so good, although the sky is clear, but it is not hot. Mao Zheng came to the mission building early.

Because it was too early, there was no one outside the mission building for the time being. But the mission building opened early, and the elders inside looked at Mao Zheng, who came so early, and asked with some relief: "What level of task are you going to take?"

"The disciple is new here, and he doesn't know much about the division of tasks in the mission building, so he also asks the elder to explain the disciple's doubts. Mao Zheng hugged his fists and gave a salute before asking.

This left a good image for the elder of the task building, and the elder patiently explained to Mao Zheng the division of the tasks of the mission building: "The task is divided into five levels from bottom to top, and each time you complete the task of the corresponding level, you will get the corresponding level of fairy crystal or other things. What are you cultivating now?"

Mao Zheng replied: "Taixian Five-Layer Realm. ”

The elder's eyes moved slightly, and he said calmly: "That's a bit low, you'd better choose the first-level task, you can't do the two-level task." ”

Mao Zheng nodded.

"You go to that level of mission area and pick a mission. The elder pointed to the first-level mission area over there, and then said to Mao Zheng.

After Mao Zheng said "Elder Xie", he walked straight into the first-level task area, and after walking in, a dazzling array of tasks came into Mao Zheng's eyes, Mao Zheng looked over one by one, and found a task to go to the medicine garden to help weed, and the reward behind it turned out to be a first-class elixir.

A first-grade elixir is like a bean for other monks, you can eat it if you want, and it has little effect, but for Mao Zheng in this realm now, it is tantamount to a big tonic.

Mao Zheng took over the task without hesitation and came to the front of the task building to register the elder.

The elder looked at Mao Zheng and couldn't help but be a little surprised, and said, "How did you choose this task? Haven't you heard of Elder Zongyi's murderous reputation? Don't be scolded by Elder Zong when the mission is not completed." ”

Mao Zhengdao: "I've told the elders, I'm a new disciple, and I'm from the miscellaneous department. I usually come into contact with some menial work, where can I hear about this?"

When the elder heard that Mao was a disciple of the miscellaneous servants, he couldn't help but be a little puzzled. Why didn't such a diligent disciple have an elder choice? If it weren't for the fact that she was an elder of the mission building and didn't have the qualifications to accept apprentices, she would have wanted to accept Mao Zheng as an apprentice.

According to the route on the mission, Mao Zheng came to a medicine garden.

"Elder Zong, I took over the task you issued by the Mission Building. Mao Zheng said while standing outside the medicine garden.

At this time, the door of the medicine garden was opened, and Zong Yi glanced at Mao Zheng and said, "Come in, your task today is to weed." Looking at your appearance, you haven't been in contact with the profession of alchemist, you have this herb book, don't treat the herbs as weeds!"

Mao Zheng took the herb and entered the medicine garden with Zongyi. I have to say that the immortal qi of the medicine garden is very strong, and the immortal qi of the non-miscellaneous department is comparable to Mao Zheng's sniffing of this immortal qi realm faintly loose, but at this moment, the evil Saint Destroying Golden Pill once again absorbed the immortal qi completely, and the Mao Zheng realm was tightened again.

Mao Zheng also admitted it, and simply stopped cultivating. Calm down and look at the various medicinal materials on the Baicao Thin, and the shapes of the medicinal herbs are deeply remembered by Mao Zheng in his heart.

About an hour later, Mao Zheng closed the grass and began to weed. Zong Yi saw that Mao Zhengcai had closed the grass in an hour, and laughed disdainfully, thinking in his heart: Pretend to be forced now, I won't be able to cry when you cry.

Mao Zheng was holding a sickle, looking at the various grasses in the medicine field, and immediately took the knife. The movements are smooth, the eyes are fast, and there is no proofreading one by one.

In just two or three hours, the huge medicine field was neatly organized, and the weeds were piled up aside.

Zong Yi saw that Mao Zheng had completed his task in only a few hours, and he couldn't help but feel a little disbelieving. Looking at the weedy pile, he suddenly saw a medicinal herb, and immediately said to Mao Zheng: "Why did you cut this blood saffron? It is now fifty years old!"

There was anger in the words, and there was an emotion that I didn't know what it was, as if I was reading a joke.