Early in the morning, Yang Tianhong was awakened from his dream by a rhythmic knock on the door.

Opening the door, a middle-aged man with a big shoulder and a round waist stood outside, carrying a food box in each hand.

His name is Chen Long, and he is from the canteen.

Guiyuan Sect is a place where strength is admired, and it is also a place of strict hierarchy.

The breakfast, lunch and dinner of the Guiyuan Gate people are all responsible for the canteen. This is a hall with a large number of people and a complicated organization. In addition to the stewards and cooks, there are also a large number of handymen who deliver meals and run errands.

Perhaps because of the large age difference between each other, Chen Long likes Yang Tianhong very much.

Of course, not the kind of liking between men that goes beyond the normal moral framework.

Yang Tianhong first met Chen Long in the public bath of the dining hall.

There is a sufficient supply of hot water for bathing every day, which is one of the benefits that Guiyuanmen people can enjoy.

The two naked men faced each other, and Chen Long said at that time: You look very similar to my little brother.

Since then, he has really regarded Yang Tianhong as a younger brother.

The food of the sect is very good.

Yang Tianhong has been here for more than a month, and the recipes are not the same every day.

Shredded pork with chili peppers, stewed chicken in a crockpot, stir-fried bacon with mushrooms, braised pork, croquettes......

A variety of vegetables are available.

There is a tofu room in the dining hall.

The specialties here are braised mountain rats, braised wild boar, and stewed venison......

Although there are many dishes, the chefs on the mountain are not as professional as those in the restaurants outside. The dishes they cook have two characteristics: large quantities and heavy salt. It's definitely not fine, and the taste can only be said to be okay. But no matter what, as long as you are not too picky, you are basically satisfied with the food here.

Chen Long opened the food box, took out a few oil cakes, scooped out a large bowl of steaming rice porridge and handed it to Yang Tianhong. The latter took it listlessly, turned around and sent it back to the house, then came out with a small bowl of green salt, and slowly moved it to the water tank with a staggering step, and began to wash.

The houses on the hill were built uniformly by the outer hall. After all, it is an immortal family's law, and the means are wonderful, and even newcomers like Yang Tianhong can be assigned an empty house.

The yard is fenced. There are four rooms in total, and Zhang Fugui and Li Tiangang also live in one each. There is also a warehouse for various tools.

Looking at the swollen purple lump on the corner of Yang Tianhong's right eye, Chen Long couldn't help but be angry, and couldn't help but raise his voice and ask, "Zhang Fugui beat you again?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the door on the side suddenly opened, and Zhang Fugui, who was wearing a burlap short coat and underwear, walked outside, first yawned, and then smiled at Chen Long with a shy belly: "Brother Chen, what you said is wrong." I didn't even touch him with a finger. ”

Chen Long is a head and a half taller than Zhang Fugui. He was wearing a sleeveless white cloth sweat coat, and his thick arms were full of lumpy muscles, and thick blood vessels bulged out of the surface. It is said that Chen Long was a boxer in the dart shop before going up the mountain, and his kung fu was very good, and ordinary seven or eight people were not his opponents at all. Zhang Fugui felt a little weak when he saw Chen Long, let alone take the initiative to provoke him.

Yang Tianhong has finished washing. He walked over, stretched out his hand and gently tugged at the corner of Chen Long's clothes, and said in a low voice, "Brother Chen, he didn't hit me." ”

Chen Long didn't believe it at all, and pointed to the new injury in the corner of Yang Tianhong's eye and asked, "Then what's going on here?" ”

"I came out in the middle of the night last night to relieve my hands and accidentally fell." Yang Tianhong replied quickly.

Zhang Fugui suddenly grinned: "Did you hear it, he fell by himself, and he can't complain about others." ”

Chen Long ignored Zhang Fugui, he squatted down, supported Yang Tianhong's shoulder with his left hand, and rubbed his head lovingly with his right hand, with a concerned expression: "Don't be afraid, there is a big brother, you just have to tell me about something." The wound in your eye...... Did he hit it? ”

Yang Tianhong shook his head and said earnestly: "I really fell by myself." ”

Chen Long grabbed his hair with his big rough and dark hands, feeling a little incomprehensible, thinking that he was afraid of Zhang Fugui's revenge later, and couldn't help but want to continue to ask.

Boys can lack anything, they just can't lack courage.

Yang Tianhong saw through Chen Long's thoughts. He turned and pointed to a bump in the courtyard floor and explained, "There's a stone over there." I didn't pay attention to the dark lights in the middle of the night last night. ”

Seeing that he was so sure, Chen Long finally dispelled the doubts in his heart. He stood up, and the anger on his face subsided: "Why are you so careless...... You...... Forget it, let's not talk about it, the porridge and cakes are almost cold, hurry up and eat! ”

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A variety of lush, turquoise plants decorate the cemetery into a world of dark green.

Yang Tianhong held a broom that was taller than him and swept it hard.

The wound at the corner of the eye was swollen even more, spreading to the ear, occupying a third of the cheek, and the middle became all blue-purple, and a little bright red oozed from the edges, and the slightest touch was terrible.

Zhang Fugui didn't know where to get a jar of bamboo leaves last night, and after drinking it, he became a little drunk, and began to spread wild.

Li Tiangang is very cunning. He was very familiar with this situation, so he hid in the hut in advance to avoid Zhang Fugui, plugged in the latch of the door, no matter how Zhang Fugui scolded outside, the door was closed anyway.

It's just a matter of hiding, but before Li Tiangang slipped into his own hut, he took advantage of the chaos to steal the door bolt of Yang Tianhong's house, causing Yang Tianhong to be unable to close the door, so he could only let the drunk Zhang Fugui rush in, grabbed the collar and beat him violently.

Enough fighting, enough venting, Zhang Fugui stumbled back to sleep, snoring like thunder.

After sweeping for more than an hour, Yang Tianhong really couldn't hold on. He found a place in the shade, put the broom down, leaned over, and sat down on the ground, pale and panting.

I have been in the mountains for more than a month, and I have been beaten almost every day.

Nobody cares about this kind of thing.

Although the outer hall also belongs to the Guiyuan Sect, the people here are all because they have no sense of qi, they can't refine qi, and they can't get the approval of the immortal master, so they can only stay on the mountain, so that one day they can suddenly have a coincidence, and God will open their eyes, so that they can re-embark on the road of cultivating immortals.

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.

Song Yanzhi, the master of the outer hall, is in charge of thousands of people, but even she has not entered the first layer of qi refining, but she only has a little bit of a superficial understanding of the "sense of qi".

Despite this, she was already the strongest existence in the entire outer hall.

Yang Tianhong unbuckled his belt, gently pulled open the collar, and looked down to see a large bruise on his chest.

Zhang Fugui is crazy.

There is no hope for cultivation, and he is unwilling to go home, so he stays in the mountains all day long to sweep the graves. Day after day, year after year, suddenly there was Yang Tianhong, a weak person who could be bullied casually, so that Zhang Fugui suddenly found a new entertainment project.

Strictly speaking, Yang Tianhong's injuries are not serious. There were no internal organs, and no broken ribs.

He had a feeling that if he continued like this, he would be beaten to death by Zhang Fugui one day.

The trick used in front of Zhang Yongxiang had no effect on Zhang Fugui.

Zhang Yongxiang is old. The reason why he is kind to young people comes from the uncertainty of the future.

Zhang Fugui's logic is simple and crude———— since you Yang Tianhong can't enter the outer door, it means that we are all the same.

Beating people is time-sensitive.

The first time I hit you, no one cares, so there is a second and third time......

The dark blue coarse sermon robe was open, Yang Tianhong raised his right hand, forcibly endured the pain caused by the muscle twitches, and gently stroked his trembling palm from the surface of the bruise.

The injuries did not change in the slightest, and the pain did not ease.

He leaned back on the grass behind him, looking up at the clear blue sky, revealing a wry smile that did not match his young face.

The coarse cloth slid down beside him. It is a rectangular pocket with an opening in the middle and two ends for things, which is equivalent to a carry-on bag in another world. Like the Taoist robe, it is an object issued by the sect to the disciples.

Yang Tianhong stretched out his hand and took out a copy of "Guiyuan General Outline" from his blanket.

This is exactly the same as the book that Li Tiangang holds in his hand all day long.

Food, clothing, usage, books...... These are all benefits enjoyed by the disciples of the Guiyuan Sect. But the rules are strict: if you want to get this, you have to stay honest in the mountains. No one is allowed to leave with him. If there is a violation, it will be handed over to the torture hall.

When he opened the "General Outline of Guiyuan" for the first time, Yang Tianhong felt that this was a special secret book.

is like the "Nine Yin True Scripture" in the story of Master Jin's Condor Shooting, the first sentence of the opening chapter is: The way of heaven is to make up for the deficiency when there is more than is lost.

Or "Sunflower Treasure Book", the first sentence of the opening chapter: If you want to practice divine skills, wave a knife from the palace.

The first sentence of the "General Outline of Returning to the Yuan": The Tao is great freedom.

Yang Tianhong also graduated from university. He is familiar with this style of writing and style, typical of the style of essays.

The content of the "General Outline of Guiyuan" is mixed, including exercises, pharmacopoeia, instruments, alchemy and other parts. The book is full of millions of words. It is impossible to summarize it all in a thin booklet. The book distributed to the disciples is only the basic exercises, if you are interested in the rest of the content, you have to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to find books and study.

Yang Tianhong felt that the world was full of malice towards him.

First he was sold to human traffickers, and then he almost died on a ship. was lucky to get out of danger and came to Guiyuanzong, but met Zhang Fugui and Li Tiangang, two fierce and insidious fellow disciples.

Chen Long is very good to himself, but he is an outsider after all, and it is impossible to protect himself anytime and anywhere.

The action of raising his hand to caress the wound before is a monk treatment mentioned in the basic chapter of the "General Outline of Guiyuan", called "Fusu".

This is the most common treatment method used by Qi refining cultivators.

Yang Tianhong was beaten very badly by Zhang Fugui, he knew that he had no sense of qi, and he had nothing to do with the word "refining qi", but the pain was so unbearable that he had to use the dead horse as a live horse doctor, so he had the idea of luck and tried it according to the method described in the book.

Facts have proved that cultivation is the same as reading, and if you don't understand it, you don't understand it. The rules of heaven and earth are like exam marking teachers, who will not be kind to you because you are miserable, miserable and poor, and will be extra generous and let you pass.

Although this is a cemetery, the weather is hot, and you don't feel the cold atmosphere at all.

Yang Tianhong opened his robe and exposed his upper body, on the one hand, to relieve pain, and on the other hand, to cool down.

It's just too hot in the mountains.

There is no wind, and the heat is in a solidified state, and the whole person seems to be in a dry steam room, and it becomes difficult to breathe, and it is indescribably uncomfortable.

As far as the eye can see, the entire hillside is covered with large and small graves. Many of the tombstones are covered by wild weeds, and it is unknown how many years they have been buried here.

In such a subordinate cemetery area, cleaning and management are just lip service. No matter how you group them, everyone is perfunctory, and only the graves near the roadside will be taken care of a little, sweep the floor, and look past it on the surface.

As for mowing the grass, cleaning the tombstones, and planting pines and cypresses...... This has always been an outsider's beautiful fantasy about the daily work of cemetery managers.

Yang Tianhong was half-lying there motionless, his expression was calm, constantly adjusting the rhythm of his breathing, but his mind was thinking about countermeasures rapidly.

What should be done to solve Zhang Fugui reasonably and compliantly?