By the time the drunken Uncle Jin woke up, it was already sunset.

There were a few crows standing on a dead tree outside the pavilion, and they quacked twice from time to time, and they were bored.

At the same time, the vermilion remnants of the Treasure Pavilion reflected the crimson color under the illumination of the setting sun, reflecting in Wang Zhi's clear eyes, like a wildfire burning.

Under Wang Zhi's gaze, Uncle Jin slowly opened his eyes and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw a person standing suddenly in front of him. But then he remembered something, put away the doubt in his eyes, and staggered to sit up.

At this time, Uncle Jin's robe had already been spread out, revealing the jagged ribs at the placket, Wang Zhi saw his trembling figure, even if he knew that he was a foundation monk, but he still couldn't help but imagine the scene of his fall and whining for his life, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help.

It's just that what makes Wang Zhi feel funny is that after Uncle Jin woke up, he shook the empty gourd in his hand, and the first thing he said turned out to be.

"Wine, why is this wine gone?"

Yes, it seems that this Uncle Jin is undoubtedly a drunkard.

Wang Zhi smiled in his heart, but still respectfully said goodbye to this Uncle Jin, and after waving his hand, he returned to the bottom of the mountainside where the miscellaneous servants lived.

It was a low-slung thatched hut that served as a residence for the disciples of the handyman, and the builders naturally did not consider the issue of comfort. From time to time, there are handymen who complain that their thatched huts are not for people to live in at all, and when it is windy, the thatched grass flies, and it leaks when it rains!

And Wang Zhi, as a small handyman who offended Zhao Qian, the steward, could only live in a remote corner where other handymen were unwilling to live.

Wang Zhi pushed open his small door, put the bucket and other things he was carrying in his hand into a corner behind the door, and then fell headlong onto the low stone bed.

The thatch on the thatched house was empty at some point, and the setting sun just shone on Wang Zhi's body, adding a touch of warmth to his tired body.

Although the work of the Treasure Pavilion was easy, the mountain road back and forth was not so easy to walk, and there was not even a road in many places, so he could only rely on himself to climb carefully.

Moreover, Wang Zhi is not one of those outer disciples, he has his own flying sword to fly with his sword, as long as he walks on the rugged mountain road, Wang Zhi's feet are already extremely sore, like a hundred ants eating bones.

But after Wang Zhi lay on his stomach for a while, he still sat up with his body strong, crossed his knees in a lotus shape, palms of his hands up, and made a posture of five hearts facing the sky.

Because this is a good time for cultivation, and the tired muscles and muscles also have certain benefits for the absorption of spiritual energy.

The aura between heaven and earth is the strongest at two times, one is the rising sun, and the heaven and earth are filled with fresh fiery aura. It's just that there are very few people in the world who can endure that blazing intent, and a qi refining cultivator like Wang Zhi will turn into a flame at the first time he inhales that blazing aura, so it is not advisable.

The second time is when the moon and stars are scarce, compared to the moment of sunrise, the night time is undoubtedly extraordinarily long, and the aura that can be absorbed is also endless.

However, the aura attribute at night is yin, and the more it is at night, the more yin qi is richer. Wang Zhi only dared to cultivate for a short time within an hour after the night came. If he dared to take a breath of the Yin aura before sunrise, when the night was at its thickest, it was estimated that he would not have to think about returning Yang in his life.

Therefore, for low-level cultivators, after sunrise and before sunset are the two most suitable times for cultivation.

Compared with other time periods, the aura between heaven and earth during these two periods is relatively rich, and it is not too simple, causing unnecessary damage to the monk's body.

Wang Zhi knows very well that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and he never slacks off in his daily cultivation, and his cultivation in the morning and evening has become a habit that he can't move, so that he can have the cultivation of the first layer of qi refining in only two months in a place where the spiritual energy is thin such as the miscellaneous servant.

It's just that just as Wang Zhi began to cultivate, there was a violent slapping sound from the dilapidated wooden door of his room.

"Hey! Wang Zhi! The water tank in the stove room leaked today, and Mr. Zhao Qian told you to fetch water! If you are not satisfied, you will not eat today!"

Accompanied by a knock on the door was a gloating voice, although Wang Zhi didn't know who he was, but he thought it was one of those guys who often surrounded Zhao Qian who wanted to please him.

Wang Zhi slowly dissipated the aura that had been condensed with great difficulty, and sighed slightly, but still dragged his tired body, ready to fetch water.

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads.

Ever since Wang Zhi joined the Imperial Sword Sect and worked in the big dye vat of the Miscellaneous Service for two months, he has fully realized what it means to be warm and cold, and what it means to eat the weak.

Unlike the village chief and grandfather, cultivators are also human beings, and it has always been a joke to have no quarrel with the world. They also have seven emotions and six desires, and there are factional fights. What's more, it is already commonplace for a low-level cultivator like Wang Zhi to be exploited by a low-level cultivator who can't even get rid of three meals a day.

And Wang Zhi is still the most unlucky, because Zhao Qian, the steward of the miscellaneous department, hates him to the core.

The cause of this incident is actually very simple, when Wang Zhi entered the miscellaneous servants on the first day, he accidentally broke the scene where someone from the same batch of miscellaneous servants secretly gave gifts to Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian threatened him not to say anything, but he naturally nodded obediently and didn't dare to reveal anything.

As a result, this matter was somehow known by the deacon who led them, so he was very unlucky to become Zhao Qian's gas bucket.

Zhao Qian seemed to have decided that he had stabbed this matter out, so he was making things difficult for Wang Zhi everywhere, how could he give him time to cultivate well?

Although Wang Zhi made a breakthrough in his cultivation, the probability of becoming an outer disciple was really not high, because the sect had not become an outer disciple for hundreds of years.

But isn't it not afraid of 10,000 just in case?

Therefore, Zhao Qian often intentionally or unintentionally instructed Wang Zhi during the cultivation time, making him work hard and not have the heart to cultivate.

However, Wang Zhi's mind is too ordinary, and his endurance is not comparable to ordinary people, and in the past two months, he has said that in this case, while doing heavy chores, he has seized the time to cultivate.

If it weren't for the good food in the miscellaneous servants' office, Wang Zhi might have died of exhaustion.

So no matter how tired he was, Wang Zhi had to fetch water for the stove room, so that Zhao Qian would not have a reason to confiscate his food.

Because not being able to eat is more terrible than anything else!

Under the rays of the setting sun, a small figure slowly left the miscellaneous office and continued down the mountain road, firm and lonely.

......

"Plop!"

With the sound of falling water, I saw a wooden barrel thrown into the spring, and then the rope tied to the wooden barrel was pulled and slowly dragged towards the shore.

At the same time, the bucket was slowly filled with water, and when the man lifted the barrel to the shore panting, the surface of the spring soon returned to calm, reflecting a tired face and a starry sky.

Wang Zhi sat half-sitting against a stone, sweat wet his hair sticking to his forehead, but he had no strength to pull it away.

It seems that there will be no food tonight, Wang Zhi thought with a wry smile.

Because the Treasure Pavilion was quite far away from the mountainside, it was already very late when Wang Zhi returned to the miscellaneous office, and he went down the mountain to pick up water back and forth a dozen times. Hunger and exhaustion, Wang Zhi's eyes were dark several times, and he almost fainted.

It's just that he has always tightened the string in his heart, and this has eased up, but the continuous exertion has made his body unbearable.

"Forget it, you can't eat, and you can't stop cultivating. ”

Wang Zhi struggled to get up, and the qi in his body was running decisively, and the faint aura nourished his weak body, which made him have a little more strength and was able to sit up.

Just as he was about to close his eyes and recuperate, he saw that the calm spring water in front of him suddenly emitted an inexplicable light.

Wang Zhi looked at the gentle light, and somehow got the strength, slowly moved to the spring, and looked at the spring with puzzled eyes.

This spring water Wang Zhi has drunk it no less than dozens of times, and its spring must be somewhere on the mountain peak to which this Imperial Sword Sect belongs, and it is estimated that the sect is on the sect

The spring water you drink is also the same, so the magic of this spring water should not be in the water.

Wang Zhi felt the urge to dive down to find out, but the tingling pain coming from all over his body made him dispel this thought.

With his current body, as long as he dares to go into the water, he will sink to the bottom!

However, although he could not go down to find out, Wang Zhi was still unwilling to give up, and instead held his breath and carefully observed the surface of the spring.

Since I can't go into the water, I stare at the glimmering surface of the lake, and I must see a reason!

Originally, Wang Zhi just wanted to try it, but he never thought that he really saw some supernatural things in it.

Seeing the jade plate-like moon reflected in the middle of the spring, there was a black shadow in the middle that was constantly shaking, Wang Zhi rubbed his eyes, and found that it was not his own illusion, nor was it the ripples of the spring water.

It turned out to be a figure!

A small black figure is sitting cross-legged in the middle of a white jade plate!

Under Wang Zhi's gaze, the figure that was many times smaller sat cross-legged, his hands and feet were clearly visible, only his face was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

But unlike when Wang Zhi was cultivating, this figure did not make a five-hearted trend.

On the contrary, this figure actually made the soles of his feet and palms clinging to the bright moon disc, as if there was a piece of earth. Wang Zhi looked at it carefully, and found that the top of the figure's head was not facing upward, but was biased in a strange direction, making its body rickety, as if it were hunchbacked.

Where is this five-hearted sky, this is clearly a five-body throw!

Wang Zhi was horrified in his heart, and vaguely thought of some rumors.

There are many cultivators in the world, and cultivation methods are naturally endless. Among them, there are not only orthodox cultivation techniques, but also secret methods created by evil demons.

Therefore, cultivators have the distinction between immortal and demonic paths.

Those who have cultivated the secret method that is intolerable to the world are called, the Demon Dao Rebellion!

Could it be that this is the secret method of cultivating the Demon Dao?

But why did the secret method of the Demon Dao appear in the Imperial Sword Sect?

The Imperial Sword Sect is a proper and decent family!

Wang Zhi stared at the figure intently, his face cloudy, not knowing what he was thinking.