"Come on, come on, everybody. "The foreman, who had a square head and big ears, and was dressed like that of the worldly rich man, came over with a roll of cloth. People with various tools and magic tools gathered around in twos and threes.

This is a small corner on the periphery of the Ancient Array, and many monks are busy cleaning up the rocks and miscellaneous trees using various spells.

The big guys are careful to control the scope of their spells, because no one knows which tree, that stone, or an inconspicuous grass on the ground belongs to the larger array.

Since the start of construction more than a year ago, many monks have been killed and wounded, and only yesterday was one person who was severely injured by the large array, and his spiritual veins were completely broken. Fortunately, the rescue was timely and his life was saved, but in the future, he would not even be as good as an ordinary person, let alone cultivate.

Even so, everyone is still in full swing, one is that the owner gives a high salary, and the other is that everyone wants to be the first lucky person to enter.

Zhang Shuliang is a low-level monk who only has four levels of Qi cultivation, but his brother-in-law is the external manager of a family, and with this relationship, he successfully boarded the alliance ship of the three factions and four families, and got the opportunity to come here to clean up the ancient array.

When he came, many people thought he was stupid, and his mother's beloved wife was even more tearful. Thousands of miles to come here to work as coolies, the danger factor is still so high, a bad one will fall outside. It's better to dig spiritual mines for the family sect in your hometown.

As long as a certain number of spirit stones are handed over every day, the rest can be put into their pockets, and sometimes if they are lucky, they dig up a large piece of spirit stones, and the stewards will cut them on the spot.

But Zhang Shuliang doesn't think so, the spirit stone mine is very hard, and how much can be mined every day. Those stewards, which one is not a human spirit, will be the number of cards to death, after handing in a few taels of spirit stone tablets, it would be good. If you meet those greedy children, not only will the hours and quantity be large, but they will not even be paid.

It's better to come out and break through, wealth and danger, and besides, he is a small boss here, no one else dares to offend him, and he doesn't need to go into battle in person, so the danger is much smaller.

Zhang Shuliang was very satisfied with his current status, so his hand holding the cloth was raised high, and his voice was unusually loud.

He threw the cloth into the air, and the cloth was automatically spread out, and it was a small map, on which the landmarks were very detailed and clear, and all kinds of dangers were marked with a red pen.

"This is the map drawn by Bingshendi yesterday, and if you see it, they have a very clear mark on it, the mountain is the mountain, the water is the water, and the distance between the items is exactly the same. From today onwards, you will follow this standard, I will check every day, but if it doesn't pass, let's change it together, until it is qualified, do you hear clearly?"

A few voices echoed, the cultivation of qi is only at the fourth level, who is not stronger than him in cultivation here, but everyone has their own plans, and they are not willing to waste time worrying about him.

Even though there were few responders, Zhang Shuliang was still very satisfied, and waved his hand: "Go to work." Then he turned and went into a small tent.

The monks went back to the place they had cleared, some alone and silent, others in groups of three or five, huddled together and whispering.

A dark-skinned teenager walked alone away from the crowd, chose a stone the size of two or three of him, took a deep breath, hugged the bottom of the stone with both hands, snorted softly, picked it up steadily, and walked to the place behind him where there were scattered stones and put it down.

The place where the rocks are stacked is next to Zhang Shuliang's tent. The small tent, when viewed from a distance, looks like it is embedded in stone.

He didn't use spells, but there were monks who specialized in physical arts, and they liked to refine their bodies in such a masochistic way, so no one would be surprised.

The boy put down the stone, lowered his head, and pretended to wipe his forehead with his hands, as if he was wiping sweat. A pair of sparkling eyes, carefully looking at the surrounding environment.

"Lu Yaozhi, you stinky boy is lazy again, let me catch it again, and I won't pay you today. Just then, Zhang Shuliang came out of the tent and saw the young man standing on the pile of rocks, looking down, and couldn't help but be angry, so he made threats.

It turned out that this young man was not an outsider, it was Lu Yaozhi who had dyed black with ink grass. The black, shiny ink color completely conceals his dazzling handsomeness. Ordinary coarse cloth clothes, with a few patches, look even more inconspicuous.

Lu Yaozhi heard Zhang Shuliang's shout, looked at him with a smile, and quickly jumped down from it to continue working.

Zhang Shuliang snorted, and the fat on his chubby face shook twice: "Loose cultivation is loose cultivation, there is no root and no teaching, and I don't understand any rules." With that, waving his hands and waving his robe, Shi Shiran went to other construction sites to find someone to chat.

It's a good feeling to be in charge!

Lu Yaozhi pursed his lips at his distant back, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. This kind of person can only play prestige in such a place. No wonder the old man is not happy to cooperate with these people.

Midnight is when the aura is at its most active. The monks all looked for a relatively safe place and began to meditate.

Zhang Shuliang is no exception, his small tent looks very small on the outside, but there is a hole inside, about ten square meters. It was his brother-in-law who walked the way and received it from the supplies issued by the Ji family. For this reason, Zhang Shuliang bragged about it in the same group of people.

Originally, there were two people living there, but the person who lived with them disappeared from the day they came. The monk's whereabouts are uncertain, Zhang Shuliang doesn't care, it's better not to come, he is happy to be alone, and he can do whatever he wants.

In the tent, tables, chairs, beds, and cabinets are all available, and a shelf is placed on the table, and there is a pure white and flawless jade chime on the shelf. There is also a bronze tripod five or six feet high, which is thrown in the corner, and the inside is clean and clean, and it looks new.

At this moment, Zhang Shuliang sat cross-legged on the bed, his body and mind soaked in aura. His qualifications are not good, and he is not the kind of person who is willing to endure hardships and cultivate. Therefore, Xiuwei has been hovering at the fourth layer of Qi cultivation and cannot break through.

But around this ancient array, the aura was pure and rich, which actually made him feel like he was about to break through.

Zhang Shuliang was very happy in his heart, he must break through the fifth layer of Qi training, and turn around to let those who say that he has no interest also take a look.

He was so immersed in the joy of cultivation that he didn't notice that a small dark purple flower the size of a grain of rice was silently blooming beside him. As soon as the flowers bloomed, they quietly withered again.

Zhang Shuliang, who was cultivating, tilted his head and fell on the bed, snoring.

After a while, the tent was lifted, and a black shadow rushed in like lightning.