Hongmeng ninety-nine, sitting on the avenue.

I don't see the beginning and the end, the truth is in my heart.

......

This sentence is a poem that has been legendary in the Dao Heaven Domain for thousands of years, what does it mean?

Legend has it that there are ninety-nine heavens, and we are just one of them, and there are other ninety-eight heavens......"

Wei Sansan raised his eyelids, looked at the old scoundrel who was fooling the newcomer in the square in the distance, and pouted his lips boringly.

He didn't know how many times he had heard this since he was a child. But who believes, even the Dao Heaven Domain doesn't know how big it is, and it doesn't matter what the Ninety-Nine Heavens.

Bored!

These words can only fool the new junior disciples. He did get fooled with a few fruits when he was five years old.

Wei Sansan stroked his long hair in front of his forehead, and his hair hung down and combed to the left side, covering his left eye.

It's not to be handsome or trendy, but he is blind in his left eye and has a big scar.

He doesn't like to be seen, so he blocks it with his hair.

"Okay, the legend of Hongmeng is over, junior brothers, if you listen well, give a reward......

Seeing that the old scoundrel had already begun to close the stall, Wei Sansan patted the dust that did not exist on the white handyman's robe a few times, and walked towards the steps.

Today, his mission is not finished yet! he must hurry up and do it, or there will be no spirit stones.

This is the location of the strongest sect in the Dao Heaven Domain, the Dao Heaven Sect, and Wei Sansan is a miscellaneous disciple of the first town of the Dao Heaven Sect.

The total number of Dao Heaven Sect is more than one million, and 70% of them are miscellaneous servants, and there are also outer disciples, inner disciples, core disciples, and elders......

Wei Sansan is fifteen years old this year, and he is in the middle stage of spiritual enlightenment. Growing up in Daotianzong since childhood, he was adopted by an old handyman, and the five-year-old handyman died of illness when Wei San was thirty years old, and then Wei Sansan lived alone until now.

Wei Sansan's real name is not Wei Sansan, it is called Wei Tianfang, the old handyman said that when he picked him up, he hung a sign engraved with the word Mandate of Heaven around his neck, and the old handyman took a name called Wei Tianming with his surname.

But after that, the old handyman felt that this name was too public, a little rebellious, and easy to cause trouble, so he gave him a nickname called Wei Sansan. Tell him not to say his real name easily.

Now this sign is still hanging around Wei Sansan's neck, and the old handyman has tested it, it is just an ordinary wooden brand, without any characteristics, it may just be a mark.

Dao Tianzong has the most miscellaneous servants, almost completing ninety percent of the things of Dao Tianzong, and they allow the entire Dao Tianzong to operate normally.

Each handyman has a task, which is billed on a day-by-day, month-by-month or year-by-day basis, and you can get a portion of it after completing the task.

And once Xiuwei breaks through blood condensation and reaches the second level of cultivation, he can get rid of his status as a miscellaneous servant and become an outer disciple, and he no longer has to work every day.

Although this is the case, there are only a thousand people who can successfully ascend every year, and the reason is that there is a bottleneck in the Spirit Realm, and for the monks of the Dao Heaven Domain, fifty percent of the people cannot boast of it.

And if you can't cross it, you can only do miscellaneous labor forever.

There are already a lot of old people.

Many miscellaneous servants of Dao Tianzong have been doing miscellaneous work all their lives, such as Wei Sansan's adoptive father and old miscellaneous servants, such as the seventy-year-old scoundrel who just told the story, they have been working for Dao Tianzong all their lives.

But they don't suffer, they just don't have a goal.

Dao Tianzong does not worry about eating or drinking, and if there is no accident in cultivation, he can live to be one hundred and fifty years old, which is much better than the precarious mortal realm.

Every once in a while, Dao Tianzong would go to the mortal realm to recruit a group of qualified disciples to replenish fresh blood.

After all, people are meant to die.

Wei Sansan walked along the bluestone paved path for more than ten minutes and walked into a green bamboo forest.

The breeze is blowing, the bamboo leaves rustle, and the red birds are constantly jumping in it, revealing a natural dexterity.

The green bamboo forest is very large, larger than ten football fields, and Wei Sansan's task is to clean the staggered paths inside every day, and then cut down a green bamboo that is more than 100 years old and hand it over to the task pavilion at sunset, and you can get ten points.

Green bamboo is a very common spirit bamboo, the only feature is that the toughness is large, very large, it can be folded back back, it is an auxiliary material for making swords or whips, the range of use is very wide, but it must grow more than a hundred years of green bamboo.

Recognizing green bamboo is a technical job, and there is almost no difference between the appearance of ten years and a hundred years, unless it is broken, but the green bamboo is also considered wasted, so professional people are needed.

In the past, this task was done by the old handyman, and after the old handyman died, Wei Sansan took over, and he could accurately distinguish the year of each bamboo.

This job Wei Sansan has been doing for five years.

After turning several corners in the bamboo forest, Wei Sansan turned into a small bamboo house. It was where he kept his tools, and it was a place to rest.

Wei Sansan has an attic assigned by the sect, and it takes half an hour to walk from here, where there is a miniature spirit gathering array built by the sect, and the aura is higher than here, and he will go back every day after handing in the task.

Of course, sometimes he would stay here for a day or two, it was very remote, few people came, and there were not necessarily outsiders for a week.

It is a private space that belongs to Wei Sansan, and he is very at ease here.

Pick up the big broom in the corner, start from the door of the bamboo house, and sweep the fallen leaves on the road to both sides, it is very simple, but the range is very wide, and it takes three hours to finish.

But Wei Sansan is used to it, and even has some enjoyment, here, no one will come to disturb, he can always blow the fresh breeze and sweep the day quietly......

......

Five o'clock in the evening.

Wei Sansan, who was a little tired, dragged the broom back to the bamboo house and picked up a half-meter-long machete.

The machete is a knife that specializes in cutting green bamboo, and the toughness of green bamboo is not easy to cut, especially if it is more than a hundred years old, ordinary swords cannot be cut at all

Wei Sansan re-emerged from the bamboo hut and walked around the countless bamboo forests for ten minutes to the southernmost part of the bamboo forest.

A cliff appeared in front of me, and the roots of the green bamboo spread out and staggered, growing countless thin and long bamboo strips, forming a green curtain.

Wei Sansan stood on the edge of the cliff, looking across the cliff, with some longing in his eyes.

There is the headquarters of the sect.

Pavilions and pavilions, the aura becomes mist, the cranes fly, and the spirit beasts jump...... Rivers and waterfalls that glow brightly flow through the land, like a fairyland......

It was the residence of the disciples of the inner sect of the sect, and it was the core location of the Dao Tian Sect, and the main personnel of the Dao Tian Sect were all there.

It was the place where the old handyman wanted to go the most, but he didn't do it in his life, and now it was also Wei Sansan's goal, he wanted to go there first.

Maybe there is someone there who can heal him.

After looking at it for a while, Wei Sansan turned around and aimed at a century-old green bamboo that had been marked a few days ago.

The green bamboo has a thick bowl mouth, about 16 meters high, the leaves are slightly yellow, and there is a thick humus layer underneath.

Wei Sansanyi went down, leaving a small mark on the bamboo joint, and he didn't know how long it would take to cut it, but he was used to it.

The sound of bells echoed in the empty bamboo forest.

Click~Click~Click~Boom!

With the intermittent roar, when the sky was about to dark, Wei Sansan finally cut off the green bamboo, and scattered the debris on the ground.

He came to the first bamboo section of the green bamboo - Dao Tianzong only accepted the part of the green bamboo that did not have the bamboo knot, and did not want the rest.

That bamboo hut was built by the old handyman with unwanted bamboo.

Looking up at the sky, the time is already a little late, and the task pavilion will be closed in another hour, and the spirit stone can only wait for tomorrow, so you must hurry.

Pressing the machete against the underside of the first bamboo joint, Wei Sansan urged the aura in his body, and a faint red light spread from the handle to the tip of the knife, and the machete seemed to become a divine soldier.

Wei Sansan's right eye narrowed slightly, and his momentum changed, like a beast about to attack, the red machete was raised, and he slashed it down.

Bite!

The machete collided with the green bamboo, making a sound of gold and iron clashing, and a finger-thick notch appeared on the green bamboo.

One knife caused the effect of the previous hundred knives.

Ding! Ding!

Wei Sansan continued to slash, and after more than a dozen knives, there was a pop, and the green bamboo was broken into two sections.

Throwing down the machete, he wiped the sweat from his head, his breathing was a little rapid, and the hair covering his left eye became messy.

Wei Sansan just urged the aura in his body to attach to the blade, improving his strength, no matter how he said it, he was a monk, not a mortal.

The downside is that tonight's cultivation turns into recovery.

This is the reason why Wei Sansan didn't use spiritual power in the first place, he has very little time to cultivate, only a short time at night, and he has to sleep every day.

This is also the reason why many miscellaneous servants can't go up in cultivation, there is no time, some tasks still use spiritual power, all of which are used for recovery, how can there be spare energy to improve cultivation.

Normally, Wei Sansan can finish a day's work without using spiritual power, but this morning some things were delayed and he had to speed up.

Everyone's tasks are actually time-bound, and there are penalties for not handing them in on time.

His task is to hand in a green bamboo every day, and if he doesn't do it on time, he has to deduct the spirit stone, which is not cost-effective.

Slightly clenched his fist and felt it, there was still ninety percent of the spiritual power left, the problem was not big, it could be recovered in two hours, and it would only take ten minutes with the spirit stone.

Carrying nearly ten meters of green bamboo, Wei Sansan shuttled on the road. Compared with the strong toughness, the weight of green bamboo is much lighter than expected.

Empty squares, bleak streets. In the last ten minutes, when the mission pavilion was about to close, Wei Sansan arrived with Qingzhu on his shoulder.

"Uncle Wu, Uncle Wu, don't close the door, don't close the door, wait ......"

Wei Sansan shouted loudly and stopped at the door of the mission pavilion in a hurry.

It is a small two-story loft, and the first floor is a façade similar to that of a pawnshop.

The sky was dim and dark, like chaos, and the broken hair was flying, and Wei Sansan put the green bamboo on the counter with a bang, holding his thighs and gasping.

In the last ten minutes, he came running wildly. I didn't use my spiritual power, and I was exhausted.

"Sansan, why are you again! Every time I step on the point, I have already teleported away today's items. ”

An old man who was a little chubby, wearing a shopkeeper's suit, and looked like he was about fifty years old, took back the key in the lock, and looked back at Wei Sansan, his face was slightly impatient.

"Uncle Wu...... Sorry for the delay in the morning, tomorrow will be on time. ”

"Forget it, it's not the first time anyway!"

The chubby old man, that is, Uncle Wu in Wei Sansan's mouth, his real name is Wu Biao, walked to the counter and picked up the green bamboo to take a look, and received it in the house......

"Give, take. ”

"Thank you, Uncle Wu......"

"No thanks, what do we have to do with it......

"Hahahaha......"

......

Sitting up from the bed, in the dark, Ruan Hong looked at his hands in a cold sweat.

The scenes of the past seem to appear in front of me again, but ......

The left hand covers the left eye, where the scar is long gone, but ......

"Hey~"

After a long time, a sigh sounded in the darkness.