Qingya Peak.

This batch of new prospective disciples came up, Qin Meng still didn't see anyone, Zhang Ye pinched the time, and felt that the little kid should go to sleep.

Sure enough, a young man, dressed in a cyan gold silk trimmed robe, came to the archway to change classes with the disciples, and when he saw everyone, he said: "The head of the family went to Beijun to participate in the selection this time, the road is tiring, and you need to rest, you come with me." ”

The group was led to a small square, and the disciples were led to a row of tiled houses not far away, and said, "From now on, your daily life will be there, and everything that should be prepared has been prepared." ”

Everyone answered "yes" and walked there, only Zhang Ye was stopped.

"You don't live here. ”

"Shall I live?"

"Behind the Qingluan Hall where the head of the house lives, there is a firewood room, which was specially ordered by the head when he came back. ”

“...”

Zhang Ye was not angry this time.

Firewood houses are everywhere, and the reason why Qin Meng let a "big pervert" live near him is because of some consideration.

Zhang Ye understood this: "The 'Six-Rank Spirit Weapon' is in my body, this is for the sake of my safety." ”

Of course, the other people who went up the mountain with them didn't think so, and they all sympathized with the "hero".

"I don't know what else I will be treated in the future..."

"Hey, he was a good guy when he was alive..."

"People aren't dead yet!"

"Isn't that fast..."

Subsequently, after the disciples brought Zhang Ye to the Qingluan Palace, even if he walked through the back door, Zhang Ye felt the grandeur of the entire palace, at least much more brilliant than the county lord's mansion.

However, the firewood room is no different from other firewood rooms, it is very simple, only a table, a chair and a bed.

That night, Zhang Ye "put on" the meteoric iron armor on a large pillow in advance, covered it with a quilt, found a pen and paper, and wrote something.

Soon, Zhang Ye returned to his body, the night was cold in the mountains, and he still felt very warm in the bed.

Zhang Ye specially named his behavior "form sleep", that is, "formal sleep".

Zhang Ye lay on the bed, a little embarrassed: "Everything is fine on this trip, but what really disturbs my plan at the moment is the increase in the consumption of gathering spirits, how can this be good..."

It is impossible to tell a story anymore, and it is already a miracle to be able to deceive Qin Meng three times, thanks to the fact that her mental IQ is lower than her actual age.

According to the current law, Zhang Ye can only gather spirits for three hours every twenty-four hours of rest, which means that he can only move with spirits for three hours every three days!

This is a lot worse than the three hours a day he expected.

If a person only shows up once every three days, it's really hard to keep a low profile!

After all, he is just getting started, how can he follow his work and rest with Zhang Ye?

The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and Zhang Ye could only cross the river by feeling the stones.

"Let's deal with tomorrow and the next two days first, I hope my message is useful..."

The next day.

"Big white face!"

The purple figure jumped up and down to the firewood room, squeaked open the door and broke in.

"Still sleeping, this boss is here to arrange things for you!"

No response.

Qin Meng pouted and lifted the quilt with a bang, however, there was only a large pillow with a meteoric iron armor in it.

"What about people?"

Qin Meng looked left and right, and soon found a piece of paper on the table.

"I despise the freedom of nature, visit this Qingya Peak for two days, and discuss it the day after tomorrow - Ye Zhang. ”

"Two days?"

Qin Meng is angry, the sect is not your back garden!

"Freedom by nature, right, just right, satisfying you..."Qin Meng muttered and left, she couldn't go all over the mountain to find Zhang Ye.

Two days later, Zhang Ye appeared, and a disciple came to see him.

"Ye Zhang, it's you, right?"

"Exactly"

"The head of the family has made you a forest keeper in the mustard forest, now you can move over!"

Zhang Ye was confused and grabbed the disciple: "What Lin, I'm here to be a disciple?"

"You come here. The disciple looked around at no one, revealing a compassionate attitude, "The behavior of your selection has spread in the past two days, do you think the head can let you go?"

Zhang Ye was puzzled, that is, this mustard seed forest was not an ordinary place, and Qin Meng's real purpose in taking him up the mountain was to make himself a forest guard.

"Dare to ask Senior Brother, what is this mustard seed forest?"

"Tsk!" the disciple smacked his tongue, "Let's put it this way, before you appeared, Mustard Seed Forest was the only nemesis that made the head of the sect eat deflated!"

Zhang Ye heard what he said, and felt that the mustard seed forest was like a fierce place, and he didn't say much if he asked the disciple again, just go.

After walking for a while, Zhang Ye didn't even see a pavilion on the road, so he knew that this mustard seed forest was quite remote.

"The front is there. ”

The disciple understood, and said that he would no longer send the way, and turned back.

Zhang Ye turned a corner, and a lush forest suddenly made him exclaim: "What a pure heaven and earth aura!"

This is a treasure land, an excellent place for cultivation, but for some reason no one has built it, only a dense forest full of vitality, and a small path leads to the depths.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Zhang Yeyi frowned and found that there seemed to be a living thing at the entrance of the trail.

Slightly closer, Zhang Ye couldn't believe his eyes, and he walked in front of the living creature in a few steps, almost glaring out his eyeballs.

It was a horse with bright red hair, and at the moment its hind hooves were propped up, and its front hooves drooped, and it was actually standing upright like a human, and it was two meters tall!

"Horses... Horse spirit?"

The red horse was chewing in the bar, a pair of eyelids drooped, and he looked at him for a while, and suddenly the two front hooves were crossed, hugged to his chest, and he snorted, and spit out a stick bone with a "poof", and then looked at Zhang Ye with a look like an ant.

"It's not a horse spirit..."Zhang Ye tried to analyze calmly, "It's a horse demon!"

Now the atmosphere is a little stiff, the weird red horse is guarding the entrance of the trail, and Zhang Yejin is neither retreating.

To retreat, this is the only entrance to the mustard seed forest, where to retreat?

To enter, this animal is obviously very strange, and Zhang Ye does not dare to step rashly.

A horse gnawing on the bones of a stick and walking upright is no longer described by the demon ability, Zhang Ye was about to make a sound, trying to communicate with him, but he heard someone coming over.

Zhang Ye immediately decided: "In the land of right and wrong, first observe secretly!"

The red horse also heard the movement, lowered his front hooves, and walked towards the façade of the forest.

Zhang Ye found a boulder and hid behind it, and after a while, four or five disciples of the Burning Sky Sect in cyan robes came together.

"Senior Brother Liu, did you say that the animal is still there this time?"

"I said Senior Brother Zhou, what do you mean this time!" Senior Brother Liu looked gloomy, "How many years has that demon been here?

Senior Brother Zhou sighed: "If it weren't for the death of the previous head of the family, I would have stewed him a long time ago! How can there be a horse that can beat people? Every time I finish collecting medicine, I have to pay half of the tribute to it?"

Several people complained, and Zhang Ye was stunned for a while.