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Master Mo personally ordered, Zeng Yuan was useless if he didn't accept it, he was still a little confused early the next morning when he was picked up from the bed by Uncle Luo, and he didn't have time to say goodbye to his classmates, so he was directly picked up with a flying sword and left.

Senior Brother Wang and the others stood in front of the mountain gate and watched from afar, and sent him away with sympathy.

The smarter ones vaguely guessed some reasons, and the more upright ones thought that Zeng Yuan was reluctant to live a comfortable life on the mountain, so he was personally escorted down the mountain by Uncle Luo.

This is not an isolated case, there have been disciples who were reluctant to go down the mountain to experience after building the foundation, and they were thrown down the mountain by the teachers.

Zeng Yuan was carried all the way to the northwest, but the cost of the plane ticket was raised.

Although it was a little slower, and some offenses were suffered, fortunately, they arrived safely, Uncle Luo casually found a place to deliver, and before delivery, he said earnestly to this nephew: "You have been practicing outside for two or three years to understand the intentions of our elders, your master is my senior sister, and we Yimen value every disciple very much, and we will not harm you alone." ”

After that, without waiting for Zeng Yuan to react, he threw the person down the flying sword, Zeng Yuan immediately resisted the wind, took out the flying sword and stood up, so he didn't fall.

After he landed on the ground, he looked up, and saw Uncle Luo waving his hand at him, turning his sword and flying.

Zeng Yuan's tears were about to flow, he was sad last night, and only stuffed a few sets of clothes into his storage bag, and he didn't have time to prepare food and drink.

Uncle Luo came too early this morning, and he didn't have time to prepare for him, so he didn't have anything to eat now.

Zeng Yuan sat on the ground and wiped his tears sadly, every disciple will have a love dry food when they go down the mountain, and put it in a storage bag to ensure that they will not go hungry for a month, which is used as a buffer for them.

After all, they have no money to go down the mountain, so they must have some support.

Last time he went down the mountain because he was with Fang Wen, he didn't have love dry food, but this time he didn't have time to prepare, so what will he do in the next month?

Uncle Luo didn't notice his negligence at all, or Senior Brother Wang led the brothers to have breakfast, only to find that today's things in the big kitchen seemed to be too rich, and then the sharp-eyed junior brother found the lunch box piled up in the corner.

It was so familiar, it used to be the one that was piled up the most in the storage bag when they went down the mountain to practice, and basically everyone spent their first month on this.

Everyone stiffened, stunned and silent.

Yi Han happened to come over, and when he saw those lunch boxes, he asked, "Who is going down the mountain to practice?" ”

The two young men stuck their heads out of the kitchen and said, "It's not that Uncle Zeng is going down the mountain today, so we got up early in the morning to prepare, why didn't he come over to pack his favorite meals?" ”

"He's not coming." Senior Brother Wang said sympathetically: "He can't eat these meals. ”

The two people in the kitchen were startled, dropped the spatula and ran out, "What's the matter, Uncle Zeng has an accident?" ”

The brothers behind Senior Brother Wang nodded sadly, "He was carried down the mountain by Uncle Luo early this morning, and you know Uncle Luo's speed, who knows where they are now?" ”

"Then, what will Uncle Zeng eat and drink in the next month?"

Everyone looked at Yi Han one after another.

Yi Han hesitated: "The last time I saw him, because it was a collective action, I didn't give him any money, but now it's easy to find a job, he shouldn't be hungry, right?" ”

Another one was only returned from training two years ago, and he also comforted: "And now there is any rescue agency under the mountain, I think it will be fine." ”

Yi Han nodded, "No matter how bad it is, you can ask for help when you see someone, it's a big deal to call the police for help, I mentioned it to him last time I went down the mountain." ”

So everyone put their minds at ease again, looked at the sumptuous meal, and their saliva flowed slightly, "It seems to be a little hearty, wouldn't it be a little bad to eat so well in the morning." ”

"Then let's put some away, and we can have a supper in the future."

No one will dislike having a lot of food, and everyone starts to share the spoils, not the food.

Even Yi Han silently packed a few lunch boxes, he and Lin Qingwan would often stay in the cultivation room in the future, although Senior Brother Wang would send food over, but occasionally they would have to eat some supper or afternoon tea after staying for a long time.

The two disciples who prepared the love dry food were very attentive, and in addition to the meals, there were also a lot of snacks, which they prepared overnight after receiving the news last night.

Yi Han picked up a little and brought it with him.

Zeng Yuan, who was left in the desert, was holding his stomach and looking around blankly.

He didn't eat breakfast, he was hungry!

He looked back and forth, left and right, and found that there was a desert all around, and he couldn't help but walk for a while, feeling that with his mortal abilities, it was really difficult to get out before he fainted from hunger.

So while no one was paying attention, Mimi quietly took out the flying sword and flew up, chose a direction and flew away.

Although the sect did not stipulate that they were not allowed to use spells when they went down the mountain to practice, they tacitly acquiesced that if they could not use it, they would not use it, otherwise what would they have to experience?

But Zeng Yuan felt that he really didn't blame himself, he didn't bring dry food.

After flying east for a while, but still not finding any people, Zeng Yuan was a little panicked and began to turn around and fly south.

Because he was afraid of being discovered or photographed, Zeng Yuan didn't dare to fly low, hungry, flying in the air against the cold wind, and it took him a long time to see a township-like residential area, Zeng Yuan almost burst into tears.

He hurriedly made up a stealth technique for himself, dropped the flying sword, looked left and right, and made sure that there was no one before retracting the flying sword and appearing.

He tugged at his clothes, found a secluded spot to change into a denim T-shirt in a storage bag, and pulled a backpack out and put it on his back.

This is all common sense in sectarian religions.

Zeng Yuan wiped his face, didn't care about the dust on his face, and carried the bag inside.

The town is not big, but it is bustling with many people, and it is already lunch time, and the smell of rice is wafting in the air of the town.

Zeng Yuan couldn't help but stop in front of a small restaurant, looked at the diners sitting inside, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a penny in his pocket.

Zeng Yuan regretted that the last time he saw Yi Han, he should have asked Senior Brother Yi to support some money.

Zeng Yuan has always been the pride of the sky, and he can't pull his face in the face of a junior disciple like Yi Han, let alone in the face of this group of mortals that he can't look down on.

So he wandered around the town several times, but he still couldn't pull his face to ask for help, and he couldn't even ask if he was looking for a job, so he could only go back and forth while hungry.

This is a small town in the northwest, because it is on the edge of the desert, although the economy is developing now, and there are occasional outsiders who come over, or travel, or do some small business, but there are still many locals.

Zeng Yuan, a white and tender strange young man, suddenly appeared in the town and did not attract much attention, but if he walked back and forth in the town five or six times, it would be difficult for everyone not to pay attention.

There is only one street in this town, along which various stores such as grocery stores, small restaurants, hardware stores, etc. are opened.

Even the town government and the police station are on this street, and it can be done in ten minutes from the street to the end of the street.

In such a small town, this young man walked five or six times, stopping every time he came across a restaurant or a shop selling food.

The people who noticed him were not stupid, and they all had a guess when they saw his shriveled backpack, and everyone secretly laughed, some teased and joked in private, and some looked away indifferently.

But there are also those with good intentions.

For example, now, when Zeng Yuan walked past a noodle shop for the seventh time, the grandmother who had been sitting at the door talking to the guests beckoned to him and said with a smile: "Young man, come here." ”