Just when Song Ping settled down in the herb garden, the ten miscellaneous servants of the Luo family had already been sent to the outer gate of the deacon's hall.

Zhang Kuo didn't know why someone would send ten handymen today, according to the normal situation, every year after the assessment, some people who passed the test but were not selected in the final assessment will be screened. Together with those who are re-recruited, there is a chance to enter the sect, but they are not disciples and can only do miscellaneous labor.

These people have a certain chance of becoming disciples, albeit very little.

Zhang Kuo, who didn't receive the notice, still didn't understand what was going on?

Listening to the disciple who sent someone to tell Zhang Kuo that it was the order of the deacon hall Gao Zhenren, he nodded: "Take me to see." ”

Following the disciple to the door, the hunched back at first glance suddenly straightened up.

Among these ten people, I saw a familiar figure, it was Luo Yan'er, who served him every time she went to Luo's house.

"These are all miscellaneous servants sent by the Luo family, for the time being, arrange them at the outer gate first, and Gao Zhenren will arrange them in a few days at most." The disciple counted the number of people in front of Zhang Kuo and left.

Looking at the people waiting with their heads bowed below, Zhang Kuo had an indescribable anger, but knew that he couldn't change it. What is a miscellaneous servant, but it is just the labor of being called by someone in the sect to be a maid for elite disciples, or a coolie who is mining a mine.

He is a deacon of the outer sect who is not in the realm of forging the body, and in the outside scenery, in the sect except for the disciples, who will give him face, only a few people who know that he used to be a disciple of Gao Zhenren will pay attention to it. What's more, he is still disabled now, and his path to cultivation has long been cut off.

Zhang Kuo's brows furrowed slightly, because of the hunchback, no one next to him saw a sneer flashing in his eyes.

This Luo family actually sent Luo Yan'er too. What does this mean? Over the years, when he went to the southern capital, the Luo family arranged Luo Yan'er to serve him, although he also knew that Luo Yan'er said that she was the young lady of the second room, but she was not a young lady.

It's not the first time that these families have made calculations and what scenes they have made, everyone knows it, but they don't say it.

But Luo Yan'er was sent to be a handyman, which he didn't expect anyway, and he thought about it for a while, since the Luo family wants to slap his face, don't blame me for not following the rules. Other deacons may not dare, if he Zhang Kuo doesn't even have this privilege, the sect will not only be chilling.

His abacus was good and his thinking was also very obscene, but he didn't know that just a day later, less than twelve hours, Gao Zhenren arranged for his disciples to come and take people away. It wasn't just these 10 miscellaneous servants who took away, there was also a Luo Tuowei.

Besides, Song Pingcun in the herb garden was already hungry, and he had breakfast in the morning under the leadership of his disciples, and was distributed in the main hall of the sect, and was brought to the medicine hall by Wang Zhenren, so he didn't care about him anymore. Not to mention the food in the small stone cave, there was not even a stove, and Deacon Wu didn't tell him where the dining room of the medicine hall was.

In the end, Mu Ling went out for a spin and brought back some food, which he could only deal with first today. Find an opportunity to see if you can ask Wang Zhenren about cultivation and what is the situation of throwing him here to read.

The pile of books that Wang Zhenren threw to him was criticized by Hua Ling as useless, and he didn't even have any interest in reading them.

If it weren't for the wood spirit and the flower spirit, Song Pingcun doubted whether he could stay for two days.

I was really bored in the afternoon, so I walked into the medicine garden and found that there were many medicine farmers working in the medicine garden.

"Master, stop them quickly, these medicine farmers are really nonsense. Cultivating medicinal herbs like this, there are still some medicinal properties. "Originally, Hua Ling, who was on Song Pingcun's underwear and gown, couldn't help it, and there was no one around, so Hua Ling showed that the spirit knelt down in front of Song Pingcun and asked for instructions.

Maybe it's because they are also herbs, although she knows that these herbs will eventually be picked, but she still can't bear it.

"You say, I'll convey it." Song Pingcun didn't think there was anything wrong, his settings for the flower spirit and the wood spirit were all accidentally obtained spirit treasures, but he didn't leave any information about what specific abilities they had.

Song Pingcun thought very well, but unfortunately these medicine farmers were all dumb, so they were embarrassed.

He could only snatch one of the medicine farmers' tools and show them a performance, but the medicine farmers all shook their heads, so that Song Pingcun didn't know how to explain it to them.

Just when he didn't know what to do, a scolding sounded: "What are you doing? ”

Seeing that Wang Zhenren suddenly appeared in front of him, he snatched his tools from his hand, and saw him squatting down and looking at the branches and leaves of the medicinal herbs that had been re-cleaned by Song Pingcun, and the expression of flesh pain was definitely not pretended.

Song Pingcun's young man's heart also came up, and he opened his mouth and said: "Wang Zhenren, you have done a lot of wrong in planting and pruning medicinal herbs, and most of the records in the books you let me read are half-understood. ”

Wang Huaiming was furious, and he regretted agreeing to his junior brother's request a little, but he couldn't remember anything other than shame and nodding his head after Song Pingcun's next sentence.

"Panax notoginseng is the main medicinal material of Wanying Baibaodan, not cold and heat-resistant, not light and moisture, you think it is a good choice to plant in the corner of the low wall, but it is also afraid of drought and waterlogging, along the gate of the herb garden here is the shortest, this row of notoginseng rhizomes are always waterlogged, how can it grow well?"

"Five poisonous flowers, its stamens are the most toxic, but you cut it when it just bears buds, the surface is the most poisonous moment, in fact, wait for another three hours, after the flowers bloom for an hour, only take the stamens, the dosage and toxicity will increase dozens of times. It's a terrible thing to do like this."

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Song Pingcun completely copied Hua Ling's original words, and also forgot that the real person in front of him was a real person who penetrated the body realm, and when he saw a medicinal material, he pointed to the place where it was not done well, and the medicine farmers next to him were all dumbfounded, is this still the Wang Zhenren who has a colder face and a colder heart?

And Wang Huaiming forgot that the young man in front of him was just a disciple who had just joined the sect today.

A 12-year-old young man pointing out an old man with long beard and gorgeous hair seems incredible no matter how you look at it, but that's the way it is.

It wasn't until Song Pingcun inadvertently touched a branch of a triangular poisonous flower, and the stinger on the branch instantly drew a white mark on his forehead, but it couldn't pierce his skin, that he came to his senses. Quickly stopped and bowed: "Real person, it was the kid talking nonsense just now, don't blame it!" ”

Wang Huaiming, who was listening to the Tao, had long forgotten his identity, and he ignored Song Pingcun's height just now, and he didn't know how many times he consciously set aside the branches and branches that stood in his way along the way.

"Go on, go on, old man......"

He had just finished speaking, and his eyes noticed that the marks on Song Pingcun's forehead had disappeared. I "chuckled" in my heart, and I almost forgot what my junior brother had explained.

The young man in front of him is really not that simple, not only does his pharmacological knowledge surpass him, but he may have already entered the level of cultivation, but he can't see his cultivation level at all.

In an instant, a thought rose, and the aura in his hand gathered, and quietly pushed it out, and Song Pingcun, who was caught off guard, broke an arm-thick branch of the triangular poisonous flower behind him and fell to the ground.