Two years of dung?

Meng Xiang probably understood, this girl should be a handyman, not a disciple, but this kind of work is generally done by old women, seventy or eighty-year-old female mortals, how could she, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, do this kind of work?

It's no wonder that she said something and it's not that she hasn't seen this kind of thing, toilet cleaners, of course, men's and women's toilets have to be cleaned together.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I'm okay, can you please avoid it?" Meng Xiang lowered his head in embarrassment, picked up the cowboy leaf next to him and prepared to wipe his buttocks.

"It's a nuisance. The girl who was halfway through the sweep rolled her eyes and turned back a little impatiently: "Hurry up, I'm going to get off work after sweeping you." ”

"I try. ”

At the scene, only the sound of salsa wiping her buttocks remained.

However, after all, it is not the earth before the crossing, where is the paper towel for this denim leaf used in the toilet comfortable and clean?

Moreover, there is also a woman with her back to herself, where is it good to wipe it?

"By the way, are you a new disciple?" At this time, the girl who was digging up the dung with her back to herself said back.

"Ahh Meng Xiang nodded and continued to wipe his buttocks.

This damn cowboy leaf is like being smeared with oil, and it can't be wiped clean, and the anxious Meng Xiang can't wait to learn from Ah San and simply use his fingers.

"Then did you see Ling Yueyue during the test?" the girl asked again.

Ling Yueyue?

Thinking of the chief beauty, Meng Xiang thought of the black history of his embarrassing flying eggs when he was enrolled, and goosebumps flicked all over his body.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Meng Xiang asked.

"How is she?"

"Uh... Not bad. ”

"Yes. ”

A short conversation that eased the tension a little.

Finally, Meng Xiang wiped his buttocks, lifted his pants, and hurriedly prepared to leave.

But before he could go out, the girl's strange question came from behind: "Hey, I'll ask you something." ”

"What's the matter?"

Meng Xiang was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw that the girl was still silently cleaning the toilet, but there was a deep melancholy that could not be dissolved.

"You cultivators... Will they all give up their previous families for the sake of cultivating immortals?"

"This..." This question seems simple, but it is actually extremely spicy, and Meng Xiang couldn't answer it for a while.

"It's nothing, I'm just asking, you go, by the way, the men's toilet is next door, don't go wrong next time." There was no time for Meng Xiang to answer, as if she didn't want to know the answer in the first place.

"Uh...... Oh, thanks. ”

...

The strange lady who digs manure is quickly forgotten.

Walking on the road, Meng Xiang felt the eyes of the women around him, and his head was embarrassed into a triangle.

I have to say that the speed of women's gossip really makes the parents of the Xianggang reporter cry, just poop, wipe their buttocks, and only five minutes, but all women know Meng Xiang.

"It's him, it's convenient to run to the women's bathroom. ”

"Oh evil, I look at him and he's very handsome, but I didn't expect him to be a pervert. ”

"That's it, I heard that he confessed to Ling Yueyue when he was recruiting... He must have been an otaku before, and he was a dead house steaming goose heart!"

Wait, I seem to hear something? Why do I, a mummified single dog who has been single for more than 100 years, suddenly have a heartache like a broken love?

There was a chubby girl next to her and whispered to her best friend next to her: "It's disgusting, he seems to be looking at me, he won't want to treat me..."

Who's watching you! If you look like a spinning top, there must be a limit to narcissism, right?

This outer gate is very big, if you want to talk about the area, it is about the same size as Qingshan Town under Daoling Mountain, and there are 20,000 disciples of the outer gate alone, so although it is spacious, you can see at least one or two people everywhere.

As for what everyone is doing, of course it's not like in the TV series with a broken sword all day long.

The role of the outer disciples is actually very simple, when there is nothing to do, put the sect to fill the scene, if you really want to fight, you will send out the head, and after the battle, you will say how many people have died in my sect, how much do you have to compensate me.

As for the training of outer disciples, there is basically none.

Who cares about your outer disciples? When you enter the sect, you can directly send a book of back boxing, and if you want to practice, you can practice by yourself, and if you don't want to practice, you can eat, drink, and sleep, anyway, the sect will raise you, and at the critical moment, you only need to go to the front line to be responsible for being a small soldier and sending people to the head, and set off the masters of the sect who appear later.

This is the norm of most of the cultivation sects, the cultivation of the outer disciples depends on their consciousness, don't even think about the elixir spirit rune or anything, it is all the things of the inner door.

Many people with dreams, after joining the outer gate of the Xiuzhen Sect, will lose confidence because of this huge gap, and they will be confused all day long, eating and waiting for death.

In the end, there are very few who stand out and enter the inner door to focus on training.

Walking on the road, Meng Xiang saw the older generation of outer disciples, or falling in love with female disciples, or sitting in a quiet place, and some even directly started guerrilla warfare in the flower bed.

Is this the outer door? I think this is a kiln, right? All of them are like birds and beasts in heat, if you are accompanied by the narration of Mr. Zhao Zhongxiang, the whole is an animal world!

But having said that, Meng Xiang knew that they were also young people whose dreams had been wiped out by the cruelty of the cultivation realm.

Only one of the hundreds of millions of people can achieve Mahayana cultivation, let alone go even higher, the probability is lower than that of the two-color ball, and those who are mentally weak, as soon as they see this fact, most of them will give up.

When the service time of the outer gate is full, they will be sent back to their hometown to find a job on their own, of course, the sect does not include allocation. And although this kind of person has a bit of combat effectiveness, he doesn't even have the qualifications to be called a cultivator.

Meng Xiang had already seen this kind of scene before he became a god, and despised them? Say they were waste? Fools would think like this, isn't it normal for them to be like this?

What kind of continent respects cultivation, and if it doesn't cultivate, it will be looked down upon? Waste deserves to die? Waste deserves to be trampled on?

Lao Tzu really wants to smash the dog head of the person who says this kind of with a stick.

Whether it is Douqi, magic or cultivation, in any kind of continent, there will always be only a few people who are cultivators, just take Xiuzhen as an example, even if it is the Ning Dan period, it is one in a thousand, not to mention the Jin Dan Yuan Infant or something.

Isn't it normal not to cultivate? If you want to say that it is possible for the old disciples of the outer sect to despise the new disciples, but that is contempt for seniority, not for cultivation.

It is impossible for someone like Zhuji to despise mortals or who are not suitable for cultivation, and no one has that leisurely feeling.

It is only in the novel that he is despised for not talented, and he [beeps] to be angry and try to be strong.

The sea of people who have no talent is gone, ninety out of a hundred people are not talented, nine are talented but have no resources, and only one can continue to cultivate decently, do you despise the past one by one?

Looking at this group of salted fish who had lost their dreams, Meng Xiang's only emotion was that he hoped that after this blow, they would not rush into a certain industry in the future just because of their enthusiasm, after all, mortals have a limited lifespan.

"Brother Meng!"

When he sighed about his life, Meng Xiang unknowingly walked to the practice room at the outer door.

Straight ahead, Ugly was trotting towards him excitedly.

The practice room is the only public place where the outer door can be used for cultivation.

Unlike the resource-rich inner sect, some outer sect disciples have never seen what the elixir spirit rune looks like for ten years, and the only way to cultivate is to retreat and meditate in the dormitory, or this practice room.

Almost all the outer disciples who are not in retreat and have not given up their cultivation will go to the practice room to practice and hone their martial arts, striving to be favored by the inner masters one day.

"Ugly, are you here?" Meng Xiang looked at this mud-faced kid and could see that he should have spent all day practicing here today.

"Well, Brother Meng, come on, come on! I'll help you get a good position. Ah Chou trembled with excitement, and pulled Meng Xiang to leave.

Being pulled by this kid and seeing the fanatical gaze in his eyes, Meng Xiang couldn't help but sigh helplessly.

Well, I'll see what level you get at.

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