After the steward of the medicine hall announced that the three-year period would be changed to a two-year period, Yang Chan found that there were more people in the courtyard who practiced the Bull Demon Powerful Fist, and even in the middle of the night, there were still people practicing boxing, and they were still practicing desperately.

One by one, their faces were pale, and their qi and blood were empty, but they still forcibly practiced the Bull Demon Powerful Fist.

After the steward announced, within three days, Yang Chan saw more than 20 corpses being carried away and buried in the medicine hall, this is only the miscellaneous disciples in the medicine hall, and the miscellaneous disciples in the other halls are estimated to be no less than those in the medicine hall.

This attitude of using life scrolls made Yang Chan realize the seriousness of the disaster in Qingzhou, because if it weren't for the disaster in Qingzhou being too serious, these miscellaneous disciples would not be so desperate, after all, there is only one life.

As the saying goes, it's better to die than to live.

Only if you can't survive outside, you will choose to do so.

However, after seeing the death of these many people, some of the miscellaneous disciples quietly returned to normal, no longer so rolled, but only partially.

Seeing this situation, the steward of Qingyuanmen arranged for someone to do the counting as usual, so that no one would die in the house and no one would know, and the corpse would stink.

In such hot weather, the corpse will stink for a few hours, and it may even cause a contagious epidemic.

When Yang Chan was ordering, he noticed that many names had been crossed out on the list, and they were all dead people.

His daily tasks also increased, because when the miscellaneous disciples died, the tasks of these people were distributed among all the miscellaneous disciples.

The people who had time to chat before disappeared, and most of them had a sad look on their faces and were much more silent.

And the new miscellaneous disciples began to continue to recruit again, this is for the entire Qingzhou to recruit, to make up for the upcoming retirement of this batch of miscellaneous disciples for more than two years, in the disaster era, you can imagine how fierce the competition is.

If the recruitment of new miscellaneous disciples is completed, the task of these miscellaneous disciples will also be lightened, but no one will be happy about this, because most of the old miscellaneous disciples will be dismissed, which is also the fate of the vast majority of miscellaneous disciples.

Yang Chan has been steadily improving his daily practice progress these days, but he is not very happy, and his face is also showing sadness, although the increased amount of tasks has been evenly shared, but now he is really very tired.

After completing the chores every day, he wanted to lie down and rest.

This is the case for miscellaneous disciples, but the official disciples of Qingyuan Sect have not changed much, because it has no impact on the formal disciples at all.

The official disciple is the person of Qingyuanmen.

During the noon break, Yang Chan did not relax, but joined the crowd of people who cultivated the Bull Demon Powerful Fist, and even if there were miscellaneous disciples who fell next to them, they did not let these people stop.

......

Yakudo.

"Hall Master, today's harvest of medicine in the medicine field is less than thirty percent, the weather is too hot, even if the miscellaneous disciples are arranged to water it, there are still a lot of medicines that have been sunburned."

"There is even less medicine under the mountain, and if the weather is still so hot, it is estimated that the subsequent harvest will be even lower."

As the deacon of the medicine hall, Sikong Yan is naturally clear about the situation of collecting medicines every day, and he also knows the source of the small number of medicinal materials received.

This is a natural disaster, and it cannot be fought by manpower.

"In the future, we will arrange for a group of miscellaneous disciples to water the medicine field every day, and the situation in the medicine field must be stabilized, as long as it waits for the next heavy rain, it will be able to return to normal."

Gu An nodded, it was not the first time he had heard this kind of bad news, the drug harvest was decreasing every day, so he could only do his best.

As the hall master of the medicine hall and the elder of the Qingyuan Sect, he naturally reported these problems to the sect master and others, but there was no good solution.

"A month later, it will be the day to pay tribute to the medicine, you will deal with it yourself and arrange for someone to receive it."

Gu An commanded.

The drugs in the Qingyuan Gate, the medicine field and the collection of drugs are only a part, and more drugs are still the drugs in Qingzhou that are paid tribute by the Qingyuan Gate protection forces, and the tribute is paid once every six months, and there are many drugs in the tribute, so naturally the Qingyuan Gate also attaches more importance to it, and will arrange the disciples in the door to help solve some troubles.

"It's the hall master, and I won't live up to the hall master's trust."

After Sikong Yan heard this, his face showed joy, because he was responsible for receiving the medicines sent from all over the country, which meant that he could get benefits from them.

The medicine that is in short supply in ordinary practice can also be seen in the first place, and you can use your authority to get a part of it.

As long as it's not too much, no one cares.

"Are these people all miscellaneous disciples who have been on the mountain for more than two years?"

Gu An saw that above the clearing, in the free time at noon, the disciple who was working hard to cultivate the Bull Demon Powerful Fist asked casually.

Most of these disciples are deficient in qi and blood, although the cultivation of the Bull Demon Powerful Fist is proficient, but the movements are not very standardized, and it is much worse than the consummation of the Bull Demon Powerful Fist cultivation, and they basically can't comprehend the strength of the reckless bull, and they are about to be dismissed.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, Gu An saw a figure in this group of people, but his eyes lit up.

"Who is this man?"

Gu An pointed to a person in the crowd who practiced the Bull Demon Powerful Fist and asked.

Sikong Yan didn't answer, but looked at the steward on the side, as the deacon of the medicine hall, he naturally didn't care about these miscellaneous disciples.

"Back to the hall master, this person's name is Yang Chan, he has been on the mountain for two and a half years, and he is a medicine boy who collects medicine in Jishan Town."

After the deacon saw the person Gu An was referring to, he instantly said Yang Chan's identity, and the miscellaneous disciples in the Qingyuan Sect all needed to be innocent, and their origins were very traceable.

"When I paid tribute to a century-old ginseng, I became a miscellaneous disciple, and I was a medicine boy before entering the Qingyuan Gate, and I did things ......"

The deacon's hand turned over and found Yang Chan's journey up the mountain and some simple comments from Yang Chan.

"Two and a half years, the qualifications are relatively average, this person's Bull Demon Strength Fist is about to be completed, if you can comprehend the strength of the bull, you will be included in the medicine hall!"

After Gu An listened to it for two and a half years, he was much less interested in Yang Chan, if it was a year and a half, or even shorter, it would be a material that could be made.

But even so, if you can comprehend the strength, you can still be included in the Qingyuan Sect and become an ordinary disciple.

Coupled with Yang Chan's evaluation, he is diligent and diligent, which is okay, and at the same time, he can also see some hope for these miscellaneous disciples.

After all, there is a miscellaneous disciple who has been in the field for two and a half years before he was cleared, and he realized his strength and became an official disciple of Qingyuanmen, which can be described as a good story.

At the same time, it can also give some hope to those who are approaching the two-year period.

The high-ranking figures of Qingyuanmen were naturally happy to see this situation.

"Yes, hall master."

After hearing this, Sikong Yan instantly understood what Gu An meant.

During this time, a lot of miscellaneous disciples died, which made some miscellaneous disciples a little scared and slack, at this time, if Yang Chan's matter could be reported, the natural situation would be much better.

It's a living sign.

"When the medicine is finished, you will send Yang Chan a bowl of Qi Nourishing and Nourishing Body Soup."

Sikong Yan looked at the steward on the side and ordered.

"Yes, Lord Deacon."

The steward hurriedly replied, and at the same time sighed at Yang Chan's good luck.