The guards and the miners inhabit the same valley, but they belong to two worlds.

There is nothing strange about this, even in the spiritual realm, cultivators are also human beings, and they have to mix with society the same, and they are divided into three, six, nine, and so on.

Cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, the word "immortal" is on the left and right on the mountain, and the person is next to the mountain, and the cultivator is nothing more than a person who cultivates in the cave.

Good fate, born in the Yuanying Zhenjun family, born with a golden spoon, the spiritual root qualification is against the sky, and the magic weapon resources are everything. Rotten, helpless, competing for a little cultivation resources in the midst of thousands of difficulties and dangers, every step of the footsteps is oozing with blood, sweat and bitterness.

Some people are born at the end of the day, and they can't compare to it.

New mortal miners like Wu Yi were undoubtedly at the bottom and starting point of this valley. Fortunately, the management of this mine seems to be relatively extensive, with no personnel files, let alone identification. As long as no one steals or flees, nothing else.

Fortunately, Mo Lei gave him the iron card, which solved the big problem of identity origin.

Pushing open the wooden door of room No. 27 marked by the mine slave residence in the camp, a fragrance of plants and trees mixed with the smell of medicinal herbs came to the face, and in the room, a wooden bed, a square table, and a bamboo chair were all full of some half-dried herbs, I don't know who used this place as a warehouse for medicinal materials.

Wu Yi shook his head with a wry smile, covered his mouth and nose and laboriously cleaned it up, and could only pile it aside first to see who would claim it. It's all very common herbs, and you don't need to be so particular, just make a bunch of them.

The scanner began to operate silently, "Qingxin vine, low-grade spirit grass, ignited after dehydration, emitting blue-gray smoke, can repel snakes, insects, flies and mosquitoes。。。。。。 Black water stem, nine-grade low-grade spirit grass, cold 。。。。。。 ”

Letting the scanner scan and store the physical properties of this pile of medicinal materials by itself, he kept moving in his hands, perhaps, if he can't cultivate the truth, it's not bad to open a spiritual herb shop?

is buried in the cleaning, the door "creak", walked in a man who looks like black charcoal, the light in the room is not very good, I can't see the face clearly, it should be the Kunlun tribe's mining slaves, this race has a low status in the Wufang Star, that is, in the outside world, the clansmen are also slaves and maids.

"Where did you come from, minions! Mess with your grandfather's elixir, grandpa can afford to pay for you?" The voice was crisp and the face was immature, and he seemed to be a half-sized child, but Kunlun Nu was tall and tall, standing in front of Wu Yi, covering most of the light through the doors and windows, and feeling quite oppressive.

Wu Yi didn't make a sound, took out a small iron card, and the number of "9527" loomed in the dim skylight.

The black slave grinned, revealing a mouth full of white teeth, "You can't live here, you can't live here!

Looking at the strong body of the little black slave, the hero does not suffer the loss in front of him, Wu Yi moved back slightly.

Mo Lei's calm voice sounded outside the room, "Little Mamba, you said how many spirit stones you wanted, say it again." ”

The little black slave in the room seemed to be a head shorter immediately, and said with a grudge on his waist, "Brother Mo, don't tease me, give the black mamba a thousand guts, and don't dare to ask Brother Mo for your friend to ask for spirit stones!"

Mo Lei, who was outside the door, didn't come in, and left with a hum.

The little black slave is very skillful, Wu Yi cleaned up the pile of herbs that he hadn't figured out for a while, cleaned him up in the blink of an eye, and said before leaving, "This master, there is something missing in the room, let me know, the black mamba lives next door, and I will send it to you immediately!"

Covered with a dirty, cold and hard bed, under the cold and hard plank, the autumn night in a foreign land, cold and lonely, Wu Yi fell asleep in a daze, and in his dream, it seemed that he had returned to the warm big bed in the snail dwelling on the earth.

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The rapid whistle pierced the hazy sky, and after a simple breakfast, it was the daily routine of the miners' procession.

In front of today's queue, there was a woman standing.

A slender and beautiful-looking Chinese girl stood quietly in front of the queue of mine slaves, and two mine guards were gossiping on the side, looking lively.

The girl seemed to be very calm, and if she was careful, it was not difficult to see that her shoulders were trembling slightly, as if she was a little nervous.

How many years has it been since a woman has been in the mines? A commotion spread in the ranks of the miners, and the vulgar men with bare chests and backs let out unbridled laughter, screams and whistles one after another. The order seemed to be a little out of order, and the two guards stopped talking and laughing, and lowered their arms to come over and play the pressure.

In the morning light, a glimmer of light bloomed from the girl's hand, and no one in the noisy queue of miners noticed.

The speed of the shimmer is not so fast, it flies up slowly, dripping and turning in the air, and then flies into the team of the miners, only to hear the sound of crackling, more than a dozen screams sounded in the crowd, many miners have bruised cheeks, blood from the corners of their mouths, and spit out several black and yellow dirty teeth in a mouthful.

The screams still echoed in my ears, and seven or eight topless miners flew out of the queue, their hands and feet were trapped by something, and they flew into the air and fell into the shallow stream next to the camp, splashing a large canopy of water, soaked in the cold stream water of late autumn, a chill penetrated into the bones, and they all screamed in surprise.

The glimmer of light came and went, faster than lightning.

The girl seemed a little ashamed, and several red clouds rose on her fair face.

On the sleeves of the flowing clouds embroidered with several orchids, the bright light of the flowers seemed to dim a little.

The delicate voice was slightly chilled, "If you speak disrespectfully, you will have no teeth in your palm! If you don't wear clothes, soak in water for half a day!"

The queue of mine slaves fell silent for an instant, and everyone was silent.

It's just a matter of slapping the mouth and soaking in water, being a slave for a day, killing and killing in the hands of others, this delicate girl is ruthless and decisive, won't she kill people?

The queue was silent, and the miners were straight.

The girl seemed to be a little satisfied, lowered the flowing clouds that bloomed with a glimmer of light, rubbed her white and tender little hands, and showed an innocent smile, "Gongzi Tianzong Talent, come to be your steward, it is a blessing for you dog slaves to cultivate for several lifetimes! Okay, let's get down to business, dog slaves who have cultivated more than three levels of qi, take a step forward!"

Before the queue, three people came out. Mo Lei, Niu Gai, and an old man with black skin and white hair from the Kunlun clan.

In the queue of mine slaves, Wu Yi's consciousness moved slightly, and in the real vision of the scanner, the spiritual cultivation of the old black man seemed to be even higher than that of Mo Lei.

The girl continued to assign tasks, and said, "Now, with the mine slaves of our clan as the mainstay, each person selects thirty people as a team, and each team has a proportion of mortals and cultivators. Fixed a mining area, limited to three days, the team that mines the most in three days wins, and the captain is honored as the foreman of the mine. ”

After a moment's pause, she seemed to blush a little, and said with some embarrassment, "Ore snatchers, kill! Turf grabbers, kill! provoke fights。。。。。。 After a pause, she clenched her small fists, and her voice was crisp and cold, "There is no forgiveness for killing!"