"Meet on campus!"

On the second day, as soon as the sky was bright, Lin Xing, who was still washing away the bloodstains on the shore, heard a loud roar, and the loud sound resounded throughout the foreign affairs area, spreading to Heyang City.

Just by listening to the voice, you know that the person who speaks must be in an extraordinary state.

Lin Xing didn't dare to slack off, picked up the wet linen clothes on the side, and didn't care whether they fit or not, so he put them on his body and hurried to the direction of the school field.

This is the garment worn by the man who is closer to him than the one of the four dead ghosts.

He couldn't wear it anymore.

The noise in their ears gradually increased, and the foreign disciples woke up from their sleep and gathered in the direction of the school field.

The school field is located at the southernmost point of the foreign affairs area, near the mountains on the south side of Ha Duong Town.

At this time, there were already a lot of people in the school field, and on the platform in the center, Su Meng, the head of internal affairs with a face full of meat, garlic nose, and round eyes, sat on a good pear flower chair.

On his left stood a rickety man, and on his right was Steward Zhao with a smile on his face.

When Lin Xing came to the school grounds, Steward Zhao's expression froze for a moment, and he returned to normal.

"Here!"

A crisp voice came, and Lin Xing's brows furrowed slightly.

Zhao Qing, the niece of Steward Zhao, as the only female baby among many foreign disciples, looks sweet and lovely, and is naturally like a star holding the moon.

At this time, he greeted Lin Xing, which made many foreign disciples look at Lin Xing fiercely.

Lin Xing didn't hear it, so he casually found a place to stand up, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

"You!"

Zhao Qingyin's teeth bit lightly, she didn't know why the third uncle asked her to show favor to this thin boy frequently, especially when this thin boy still didn't appreciate it.

"That kid doesn't appreciate it?"

"Damn, I'm going to teach him a lesson!"

The foreign affairs disciples who were surrounding Zhao Qing quickly walked out of one person and walked towards Lin Xing with their hands in full swing.

"Silence!"

There was another shout on the stage, which shook the ears of everyone in the school field.

Su Meng Huo Ran got up and paced back and forth on the high platform with his hands behind his back: "Those who come from foreign affairs disciples, find their own positions, those who run around, those who make noise, die!" ”

As he spoke, his right foot sinked violently.

Click!

The cobweb-like cracks on the high platform spread, and the entire school yard fell into dead silence.

The foreign disciple who wanted to trouble Lin Xing was even more frightened, and stopped in place with trembling legs.

"It's almost winter."

Su Meng glanced at the school field that fell into dead silence, and slowly spoke: "There is still a big gap in the Jinsha vine needed above, and you foreign disciples are needed to go into the mountain to help." ”

Su Meng's words were concise and to the point, and the following was taken by his majesty, and no one dared to speak.

"Steward Zhao."

Su Meng turned his head and looked at Steward Zhao: "Foreign Affairs disciple, you reported it, I remember that there were two hundred and thirty-seven people, but now there are only two hundred and eighteen people, I need an explanation." ”

Steward Zhao, who is pampered on weekdays, was stared at by Su Mengyuan's eyes and trembled: "Don't worry, Manager Su, those who didn't show up, I will send them away when I go back!" ”

Su Meng was noncommittal.

His gaze fell on the body of the rickety man, and the rickety man nodded and took a few steps forward.

"Ahem!"

The rickety man cleared his throat: "Everyone, I'll make a long story short, one hundred golden sand vine tips can be exchanged for eight taels of silver, and when you get to the mountain, after you finish picking the golden sand vines and hand them in, you will have people in the village to verify them." ”

The foreign affairs disciples below almost all had fiery brilliance in their eyes.

The same is true for Lin Xing.

"Eight taels of silver? Brother Qin, he ......"

Qin Lan went over there two months ago, how much silver did Qin Lan get in the past two months?

No wonder he only came back once in a while, but he was busy picking golden sand vines and didn't have time to take care of him at all!

"You should eat and wear, there are all over there, there is no problem, let's go!"

The rickety man looked down, watched all the foreign affairs disciples lined up in an orderly manner, waved his hand, and several black-clothed deacons walked out from the rear, taking the foreign affairs disciples below, and went to Nanshan in a mighty way.

Along the way, more than a dozen peaks, from morning to noon, everyone came to the Nanshan mine.

Nanshan Mine is a rare cold iron mine.

The mine is surrounded by mountains, and all the foreign affairs disciples are exhausted, especially Zhao Qing, who is used to being pampered on weekdays, and at this time he is even more disgraced and listless.

A few rows of simple houses sit in front of them, smoke curling from cooking, and in front of a few makeshift stoves, a few big men with solid muscles are stir-frying and cooking shirtless.

As the crowd arrived, a man in brocade with a square face and a well-rounded facial features stepped out of one of the houses, wearing a belt as he went.

"Master Qian."

Several deacons came forward to salute.

Qian San looked around and roughly estimated the number of foreign affairs disciples, and then nodded: "Let's take a break and start eating, and then we will continue to rotate." ”

Immediately, under the leadership of several deacons, Lin Xing and other foreign disciples were registered one by one, and then they had a sumptuous meal.

"Everyone, there must be someone who knows me."

Qian San ate slowly and methodically, and said to everyone: "Qian is not talented, and he is the cast iron master of the villa, and he is fully responsible for the task of collecting Jinsha vines. ”

"These are my three disciples, Zhou Qiao, Li Shang, and Jing Ma." Saying that, Qian San's fingers were connected, and all the foreign affairs disciples got up and looked around, and three young people with different expressions sat closer to Qian San.

Then Qian San talked to everyone in detail, how to collect Jinsha vines, and after everyone finished eating, he distributed a bag of more than a dozen black balls and chisels and axes.

"This is the grain and grass pills configured in Fucheng Medicinal Village, and the sharp ax......e made of the top-grade cold iron of my Cast Iron Villa," Qian San said again.

Lin Xing listened carefully, and he didn't dare to leave a word.

The more he listened, the more he felt that the matter of collecting golden sand vines was by no means a good errand for ordinary foreign disciples, and a sense of crisis arose in his heart.

"Wealth touches people's hearts."

Lin Xing's heart was awe-inspiring.

As long as the tips of a hundred golden sand vines can be exchanged for eight taels of silver, will anyone take risks because of this? Lin Xing narrowed his eyes and quietly observed the terrain.

Surrounded by mountains, surrounded by strange rocks, not far away, dry fallen leaves spread layer after layer, as far as the eye can see, faintly visible, many trees in the dense forest close to the roots, wrapped around the golden thing.

Is the one wrapped around the roots of the tree the golden sand vine? Lin Xing pulled a mouthful of rice.

After eating, Lin Xing was assigned to a temporary team.

There were seven people in the team, and the other six people saw that Lin Xing was assigned to the same team as themselves, and the expressions on their faces were like eating rat feces, not to mention how ugly they were.

Lin Xing also further understood how annoying he was among the foreign disciples.

"You are Lin Xing?"

Jing Ma stepped forward and asked with great interest: "I heard that you have been taught martial arts by Lord Xiong Tieshan, how can you ever enter the acquired realm?" ”

"No, I didn't."

Lin Xing responded.

Hearing that this junior brother only spit out two words, as if he didn't want to take care of himself, Jing Ma touched his nose in embarrassment, but the smile on his face remained the same.