Holy Spirit Continent, Anping Kingdom, White Lotus Sect.

At this time, the sky was just dawning, but the entire miscellaneous peak was already crowded with people and noisy sounds.

There is no other reason than that this is where the miscellaneous disciples live.

Miscellaneous disciples, although they have the name of a disciple on their heads, are actually only equivalent to miscellaneous servants.

After all, the White Lotus Sect is the number one sect in Anping Kingdom, and there are as many as 100,000 disciples under it, and a large number of people need to clean up the daily food, clothing, housing, transportation, and all kinds of domestic garbage generated.

Mo Yan is one of the miscellaneous disciples.

At this time, he had finished washing, looked up at the white of the fish belly on the horizon, took a deep breath, and after a while, his immature little face was full of perseverance, and he whispered to himself: "Come on, never give up!"

After speaking, he picked up a broom and walked towards the square in front of the Miscellaneous Servant Peak.

"Look, isn't he the famous Mourning Star?"

I heard that after he was born, the village that was originally sunny and sunny and sunny suddenly became cloudy, cloudy and windy, and ghosts cried and howled.

"Hey, what is this? I also heard that when the dark clouds dissipated and the yin wind subsided, his mother had just given birth to him, and he died mysteriously, no one knew how he died, it can be said that his death was unknown, and his father was scared crazy on the spot after taking a look at him, and since then he has become no human, no ghost, very miserable!"

"Phew, Mourning Star, it's not good to meet him, let's go quickly, so as not to get bad luck!"

On the side of the road, after seeing the ink corpse, the faces of several miscellaneous disciples who were walking together changed color, and their faces were full of disgust, and after scolding a few words fiercely, they quickly walked away as if they were hiding from the plague god, as if the person who came was not a teenager, but a flood beast.

In the face of everyone's criticism, Mo Yan paused slightly, and then continued to move forward, as if he did not take these people's words to heart, but the tightly clenched fists and the nails deeply embedded in the flesh showed that his heart was not as calm as it seemed.

"Alas, it's been five years, and it's been five years since I came to the White Lotus Sect. In the past five years, although I have been cultivating hard, I have always stayed in the Sensing Realm and have not been able to enter the Naling Realm. I don't know why, I can sense the aura that exists between heaven and earth, and I have successfully absorbed them into my body, but in the end, why did they all disappear without a trace like mud cows entering the sea? Is it really because of this birthmark?"

He raised his hand and touched the center of his forehead, where a forehead was tied to cover it, but as he lifted it slightly, he could clearly see a thumb-sized, pitch-black coffin-shaped birthmark like Ugin.

This birthmark has been present in him since he was born, and for fifteen years, it has continued to bring him all kinds of bad luck, bad luck, and even the death of his mother, which may be inseparable from it.

Several times, he wanted to use a knife to cross out the birthmark of this coffin, but thinking of the skin on his body and his parents, he finally forgot it.

Shaking his head, Mo Yan glanced fiercely in the direction where the miscellaneous disciples had left, gritted his teeth and said: "As long as I break through to the Naling Realm, I will be qualified to participate in the assessment of the outer disciples of the White Lotus Sect, and if I pass the assessment again, I will immediately become a high-ranking outer disciple, how dare these people chew on the root of my tongue again? Strength, in this world, after all, strength is the most important." has no strength, even if he lives, he is just like a pig and a dog, without the slightest dignity. ”

After tidying up his forehead and covering the birthmark of the coffin again, he looked up at the sky, and finally flashed a touch of eagerness and anticipation in his calm eyes: "Soon, I can feel that the aura that has been absorbed into my body recently is disappearing more and more slowly, and even tends to be flattened, I think it will not be long before these aura will not disappear again, but nourish my body meridians, strengthen flesh and blood, fill the bone marrow, wash away the filth, and make me finally step into the spiritual realm." But before I do that, I'm done with today's work. ”

Shaking his head, Mo Yan walked towards a square in front of the Miscellaneous Servant Peak.

As a miscellaneous disciple of the White Lotus Sect, while being protected by the sect, he naturally had to make due contributions to the sect.

And his task today is to clean up the garbage in the square in front of the miscellaneous man's peak, so that the square can be restored to a pleasing beauty and cleanliness.

However, just as he raised his legs and walked towards the square, a round, chubby, fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy like a big ball of meat ran towards him, and shouted as he ran: "Mo Yan, no...... Oh no, no ...... Wuxiang he was beaten, you hurry up, if it's a little later, I'm afraid he will be beaten to death. ”

"Yuan Fei, what did you say? Wuxiang was beaten by someone?" His face had always been calm, like the ink of the ancient well without the slightest wave, and a rare trace of anxiety appeared on his face, "Tell me, where is he without Xiang?"

"In ...... In the ......"

Yuan Fei finally ran in front of Mo Yan, but he was already tired and out of breath, at this time he put his hands on his laps, bent over and gasped for breath, sweating profusely, his face was red, and he was "in" for a long time, but he still couldn't tell where Wuxiang was, and the anxious Mo Yan grabbed his collar and dragged him to run forward.

"Let's go, there's no time to ink. You also know the character of that guy in Wuxiang, he is very stubborn, and he easily refuses to surrender to others and admit defeat, and he is my savior, if anyone dares to deal with him, I will make that person pay for his blood debt!"

Thinking that when he first came to the White Lotus Sect, he was bullied by others, and he stepped forward without appearance, in order to save him, he was broken eight bones, and he was lying on the bed for half a year before he could barely walk on the ground, Mo Yan's eyes suddenly turned a little red, and a trace of evil qi that he never had also emanated, making Yuan Fei's body tremble involuntarily, and he actually had a feeling like falling into an ice cave.

"Ink ...... Mo Yan, slow down, Wuxiang He is by the laundry pool, it is Rowan who provokes them first, and ......"

Looking up at Mo Yan, who seemed to be a little different from the past, Yuan Fei didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly told the location of Wuxiang and what happened.

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Yan: "It's Rowan again, this damn guy! I'm going to save Wuxiang, so don't come with me, lest that guy Rowan find trouble with you in the future." ”

Yuan Fei was stunned when he heard this, looked at the back of Mo Yan who had gone away, scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, and had to shout loudly from behind: "Mo Yan, I haven't finished my words yet, this time Luo Wen found an outer disciple out of nowhere, his strength is strong, far beyond ordinary people, you must be careful!"

It's just that Mo Yan has already walked away in a hurry, and he doesn't seem to hear his reminder.

After hesitating again and again, Yuan Fei finally gritted his teeth violently and ran towards the laundry pool, and at the same time shouted loudly with a lot of arrogance in his mouth: "Forget it, forget it, fat man, am I not a righteous person? I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman today...... I just hope that outer disciple can start lightly, don't destroy my handsome and chic face, my life for the rest of my life depends on it. ”

If Mo Yan heard his words, he would definitely be speechless, this guy, the previous words sounded quite exciting, but the latter sentence made people feel like they were beating him up.

The so-called laundry pool, as the name suggests, is a sink specially used for washing clothes.

Wuxiang, like Mo Yan, is also a miscellaneous disciple, and his job is to wash the clothes of some outer disciples.

The laundry pool is also at the foot of the Miscellaneous Peak Mountain, not far from the square where Mo Yan needs to be cleaned, and although Mo Yan is in the induction realm, his body has not been nourished by the aura, but after years of hard work, his body is still quite strong.

From a distance, Mo Yan saw three young men with cruel smiles on their faces, scolding, punching and kicking a gray-clothed little guy on the ground, and from the gap between the crowds, it could be seen that the gray-clothed little guy had no face!

Eyes, nose, mouth...... Ordinary people have facial features, but he doesn't have any of them, like a tabula rasa, which makes people look creepy.