CHAPTER XXV

The defection of the Ten Masters shocked the entire immortal cultivation world, and the major immortal sects were even more panicked, lest they be targeted by the 'new' organization.

But for Ah Sheng, it doesn't matter, and it has nothing to do with him. His only goal was to cultivate hard and make himself stronger, and then find the Dongshan Sect disciple who came with Senior Brother Lu and kill him.

One day, after morning exercise, Changlin found Ah Sheng.

"Ah Sheng, I helped you get a primary battle pass, it's very simple. Changlin grabbed Ah Sheng's hand, opposite his palm, and after a green light lit up in the gap between his hands, this battle order was transferred to Ah Sheng's palm.

Ah Sheng raised his palm to look at it, and read softly: "The primary battle order, Dongshan Gate Danfeng needs a hundred water prism flowers, and it will be delivered before noon tomorrow." Reward, a three-mangyuan stone. ”

Changlin nodded, and said with a smile: "This water prism flower, planted by Baicao Mountain, each plant is about the size of an arm, and a hundred plants are not very heavy. Isn't your eagle king already learning to fly, this time, let it carry you into the sky. ”

"But this Baicao Mountain—"

"Don't worry, I'll go with you, the reward is yours. Changlin said with a smile, he saw that Ah Sheng was still going to speak, so he immediately stopped: "You are not allowed to say kind words, and if you say it again, you will see outside." You get ready, I'll wait for you outside the courtyard. ”

Ah Sheng had to accept it, and his heart was very moved.

He summoned Xiao Yunying, patted it on the neck, encouraged and cheered, and didn't know if Xiao Yunying understood it, anyway, it was a chirping cry.

"Let's go—" Senior Brother Changlin said, and then, he rode on Yun Ying's back, carrying him up from the ground and flying out of Broken Yao Peak.

Ah Sheng didn't dare to stand, he lay on Xiao Yunying's back and clung tightly.

Not long after Xiao Yunying learned to fly, there was a more than 100-pound person behind his back, which made it very laborious, and he flapped his wings desperately, the eagle's beak was big, and his tongue was spit out.

After flying for a moment, Yunying landed on a small hill, which was verdant and picturesque, with patches of flowers and plants all over the mountains, and some people in black labor clothes were working in the mountains.

Seeing Changlin and Ah Sheng, these people straightened up and saluted, and then continued to do their own work.

This made Ah Sheng very surprised, he remembered that when he was in the Foggy Mountains, he was in awe of those monks from the outer gate. When they saw it, they must have to kneel on the ground and prostrate themselves. Whoever dares to just nod his head will inevitably be cleaned up.

But Changlin didn't seem to care, he took Ah Sheng, walked through the mountains, and found a thatched house, where an old man was lying on a rocking chair at the door of the house, with a pipe in his mouth, dangling.

When he saw Changlin, the old man only squinted his eyes and didn't even raise his head.

On the contrary, Changlin walked up in three steps and two steps, and said to the old man with a smile: "Elder Wang, you have a very pleasant little life, I see that your complexion is getting better and better." ”

"Hey, boy Changlin, just you can talk. The old man shook his body and wanted to sit up, but Changlin hurriedly helped him.

"Tell me, what do you want when you come back?" said the old man leisurely.

"Ah Sheng, come here—" Chang Lin turned around and beckoned to Ah Sheng, and then said to the old man with a smile: "Elder Wang, this is our new disciple from Broken Yao Peak, called Ah Sheng." Ah Sheng, this is Wang Lao, the guardian of Baicao Mountain. ”

Ah Sheng knew that the mountain guard, and his ninth uncle was the mountain keeper of Wushan, that is, the head of the serfs in Nushan.

Thinking of Uncle Jiu, Ah Sheng's heart was sour, he hurriedly walked over, bowed deeply to Wang Lao, and shouted, "Hello Wang Lao, my name is Ah Sheng." ”

Elder Wang nodded.

"Elder Wang, my little junior brother has received a battle order to come to you to receive a hundred water prism flowers. Look, isn't it convenient?" Chang Lin asked.

"Water Prism Flower, a hundred? I have to ask, a few days ago, a few boys from Beishanmen came to take some, I don't know if it's not enough. Wait a minute, I'll ask—" Elder Wang finished and left.

Chang Lin frowned tightly when he saw Ah Sheng, and asked, "Ah Sheng, is there something in your heart?"

Ah Sheng nodded and asked puzzledly, "Senior brother, is this Baicao Mountain a slave mountain?"

"yes. ”

"Then the king, are they serfs?"

"Yes, Wang Lao, they are all serfs. Changlin nodded and said, "When I started, Elder Wang had been guarding Baicao Mountain for decades. He has always stayed here, loyal and sincere, and discreet. ”

"Then, then why? Wang Lao treats you, and those serfs, to us, how-" Ah Sheng wondered in his heart, why the serfs in the Foggy Mountains were so in awe of the monks, and if they were careless, they would be killed if they annoyed the monks.

But in this Baicao Mountain, when those serfs saw themselves and Senior Brother Changlin, they were as if they had met an acquaintance, and they just said hello. And the mountain guard, Wang Lao, looks like he is relying on the old and selling the old, but Changlin is respectful to him.

"Ah Sheng, what do you want to say?" Chang Lin was surprised by Ah Sheng.

"I mean, why aren't they, those serfs, afraid of us?" asked Ah Sheng.

"Afraid of us, why are they afraid of us?" The expression on Changlin's face was even more puzzled than Ah Sheng.

"Because we are immortal cultivators, we, we are very powerful, they are just serfs, we, we-" Ah Sheng's mind was a mess, the scene of Baicao Mountain, the relationship between these serfs and immortal cultivators was completely different from that of Wushan.

A solemn look appeared on Changlin's face, and he said in a solemn voice: "Ah Sheng, do you think that these serfs, these people who have no Taoism, should be afraid of us immortal cultivators? They should be respectful to us, and they should be submissive?"

"Senior brother, I didn't mean that, I just, just-"

"Ah Sheng, you have to remember that the strength of our immortal cultivators does not lie in bullying the weak, but in constantly breaking through ourselves and going against the sky. Our strength is used to strengthen ourselves and challenge stronger people, not to bully the weak. Moreover, these serfs in the slave mountains were diligent, some of them planted, some breeded, and some fed, each performing their duties. If it weren't for them, we would have to do all aspects of our huge Cloud Heaven Sect with food, clothing, housing, and transportation by ourselves, so how could we have so much time to cultivate?"

"Therefore, we should respect them and protect them from harm. They deserve it, and that's what we deserve. ”

"Don't oppress the serfs, this is written into the ten rules of the door, have you forgotten?" Changlin said earnestly.

Ah Sheng was struck by lightning, and his whole person was blinded.

"Don't oppress serfs? Don't do it—what's going on?"