The long night was long, and under the bright light, Han Sheng knocked on one square piece of iron after another, until the black rust on the outside fell off, revealing the purple-gold color inside, and then placed it on the recurring conveyor belt for the people below to clean and polish again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Another square piece of iron came over, and Han Sheng looked up, the assembly line more than a hundred zhang long, densely packed with black iron blocks, suddenly turned into a cold giant python, wanting to swallow his spirit into his stomach little by little.

The scene in front of me began to blur, and the sound faded away. Although he has been doing it for four years, he has been working at his post for nine days and nine nights in a row, and his iron body can't bear it.

"Xiao Sheng, Xiao Sheng?" Uncle Zhang, who was responsible for corroding the rust above Han Sheng, gently pushed him.

Han Sheng bowed his head blankly.

"The owner has come to inspect", Uncle Zhang blinked secretly.

Han Sheng tugged at the corners of his mouth and thanked him dryly, his mind was still drowsy, but his body had already begun to automatically beat the iron that flowed down.

A couple on Line 4 was caught, and the male casual cultivator deliberately blocked the view of the inspectors when he was working, so that he could do more work for his fellow Daoist and let her have time to rest.

But this is not allowed in the workshop.

If you do more, you will be punished.

Han Sheng didn't care about the tragedy over there, such things happened every day when he was busy. He groggily pounded on the iron beside him. He hadn't closed his eyes for eight or nine days, and he kept pounding, and he even forgot why he was standing here.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of the gong woke up Han Sheng.

"It's time to break!"

In an instant, the lights went out, and all the scattered cultivators sat there motionless, and under the reflection of the starlight outside the window, the pale faces were like stiff corpses.

"Are you deaf, what are you doing sitting there like a dead man?" the leaders of each group scolded, "If you don't want to rest, I'll turn on the lights for you, it's really cheap to the bone." ”

Only then did the cultivators react, and they stood up piecemeal, and walked in a long line towards the dormitory.

"Oh, it's a 10-day break. It wasn't until he walked back to the dormitory that Han Sheng reacted.

This is the rule set by the monks of the Yunhai Sect, and they have found that anyone who has a Qi cultivation period can rely on a breath of dantian qi for ten days without sleep, and then only need one day of rest. Therefore, every time there is a major task in the workshop, it will inevitably work overtime frantically until the quota is completed.

As for how much harm this kind of overtime will cause to the human body, Yunhaizong never announces it.

As soon as Lao Wang and Lao Li entered the door, they fell asleep on the bed, and the snoring sound was shocking. Han Sheng silently washed his face and brushed his teeth, meditated and practiced qi.

Cultivation is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Jiang Lin said that he knows everything and knows everything, maybe exaggerated, but it is not excessive.

He borrowed every one of Jiang Lin's cultivation books, and he had practiced it himself.

From the combination of the dragon and the tiger to the wind heart, from the bright moon heart sutra to the lotus mudra.

You can't chew it if you are greedy, not to mention that most of them are stall cheats that are scorned by those sect monks.

Jiang Lin's words are actually very correct, most of the monks believe in fate, practice a secret book to death, and finally break ten thousand laws with one piece.

But they have the guidance of the master and the sparring partners of the same school. Even if it is a person, at least there are cultivation methods above the foundation building in the secret books that have been handed down, and they can be explored slowly.

But Han Sheng is different, the stall cheats he has encountered have never had a cultivation method of the foundation building period and above, although there are many types, they are miscellaneous and useless. What's more, the highest level of casual cultivation in the entire workshop was only in the upper stage of Qi cultivation, and he couldn't find a way to go up to practice at all.

So how do I go up?

When he first asked a question, Uncle Zhang, the eldest, smiled: "That's why everyone has to work hard in the workshop." ”

If you want to get out of the Qi cultivation period and become a real foundation building cultivator, you have to go to the sect test, and the test requires spirit stones. Unless you are worth millions, you can only stay in the workshop honestly and use your youth and sweat to fight for that opportunity to jump over the dragon gate.

Han Sheng had already fought once, and he didn't plan to fight a second time, nor did he plan to switch to other sects. The explanation given by the Wan Immortal League is that building a foundation is the first step for the human race to embark on the path of cultivation, and it must be cautious, for the physical and mental safety of the majority of monks, it is strictly forbidden to spread all the mental methods related to building a foundation.

The world is as black as a crow, which is forcing those loose cultivators who are dedicated to the Tao to either pay money or sell their lives.

But it doesn't matter, this ban has been around for thousands of years, and during this period, many amazing and brilliant loose cultivators have created various methods of foundation building, although they were exceptionally admitted by the Ten Thousand Immortals League as soon as they built the foundation, and some even became true disciples, and never looked at the ordinary people again. However, there are always some people who will record all the life and practice words of those casual geniuses and print them into pamphlets and circulate them in private.

It was after reading a booklet that Han Sheng came up with the idea of buying Tsukidan.

The booklet was given to him by Boss Huang of the bookstall, and Han Sheng was already very familiar with him at that time. It was raining heavily that day, Boss Huang and Han Sheng were embarrassed to hide in the workshop to avoid the rain, and there was no one around, I don't know why Boss Huang suddenly stuffed a copy of "Yin and Yang Acacia Secret Technique" into his arms.

"What are you doing here?" Han Sheng was dumbfounded.

Boss Huang, who has always been treacherous, was unusual, staring at the heavy rain outside, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was quite bitter: "I'm leaving, this book should be regarded as a gift for you." ”

"I'm only fourteen years old!" Han Sheng exclaimed.

Boss Huang was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to understand something, and laughed out of tears.

When Han Sheng opened the book in the dormitory, he found that it was originally an anonymous practitioner's notebook, which obtained the advantages and disadvantages of various floor exercises from the heart of practicing qi and body, and even put forward a creative idea in the middle, from the Zhuji Dan refined by the senior monk, and reversely deduced the exercises used by the monk when refining the pill!

This simply made Han Sheng surprised the nameless monk, and in the second half of the booklet, it was all the records of the nameless monk after swallowing Tsukidan. From the trajectory of the flow of medicinal effects to the reaction of the meridian acupuncture points, everything was recorded one by one, and it really launched a practice method that is extremely yang and strong!

Han Sheng was surprised and delighted when he saw it, and he was faintly looking forward to it. Seeing that the mental method was deduced from building the foundation all the way to the near foundation, suddenly the last two pages seemed to be glued to it, and it couldn't be opened. Han Sheng sighed softly at the gap between the pages, and reluctantly opened a small opening, he brought his eyes up to see that it was blood-red.

This nameless cultivator who took the edge of the sword failed to persist in deducing the complete foundation building method, and when he was about to complete the completion of the foundation, the chaotic foundation building Dan force in his body broke out and broke his life.

Later, Han Sheng went to find Boss Huang at the bookstall but was nowhere to be found. The shopkeeper near him said that Boss Huang's son in the workshop vomited blood and died, Boss Huang was disheartened, and before going down the mountain, he said that he would never ask for immortal Tao again, and just wanted to take his son home.

After listening, Han Sheng stood outside Boss Huang's bookstall for a long time.

"I will continue to practice with your unwillingness. Han Sheng said silently in his heart when he left.

"Knock knock!" The rapid and loud beating of the drum sounded in each of the casual practice dormitories, and Han Sheng, who was recuperating with his eyes closed, rolled over and sat up, looking out of the window in surprise. It's only been three hours, so why are you beating the assembly drum?

"I'm sick," Lao Li angrily grabbed the pillow and smashed it against the window, "Lao Tzu is so tired that he doesn't even dream, you fucking beat the drum!"

Han Sheng said in a deep voice: "The assembly drum is only beaten once a month, and this time it suddenly rings because the owner has something to say, everyone hurry up, otherwise a day's salary will be deducted." ”

"Buckle button!" Lao Wang yelled: "I don't care about the fuck!

"Loose cultivation," on the other side of Lao Wang, Uncle Zhang rubbed his dark circles and said helplessly: "Eating other people's food is short-mouthed, and taking other people's money is soft, since we work here, we can only listen to other people's commands." ”

Lao Li sneered: "Brother Zhang, you are so conscious, why haven't you been promoted to team leader after working here for more than 30 years?"

"You ......"

"That's enough," Han Sheng deliberately interrupted them, "In addition to the owner of the workshop, I also saw the high monks of the Yunhai Sect, didn't they never enter the workshop?" ”

By the time Han Sheng and his party were standing on the flat ground, the scattered cultivators were still coming. The owner and the sect monk talked softly on the stage. The group leaders searched the dormitories and toilets one by one to make sure that each casual retreat was present.

"Have you all arrived?" asked a group leader next to him.

"Hui Fang Master, ten groups of Yunhai Sect Weapon Workshop, a total of eight hundred and twenty-seven people, have all arrived!" said a group leader.

"Okay", the owner straightened up, his eyes swept over the bustling crowd, "The team leaders go down and spread the crowd a little more, so that they don't talk to each other and affect their speech." ”

When he finally settled down, the owner's voice sounded in people's ears through the amplification array: "Fellow Daoists, it's been a hard work. ”

"Oh~" The young man shuddered and pouted: "It's so disgusting, Yun Papi can say this!"

Han Sheng looked at Jiang Lin beside him helplessly: "Aren't you from Line 6, what do you always do on Line 5?"

Jiang Lin said with a smile: "As long as you don't say it, I won't say it, we can always be together." ”

"That's not necessarily," Uncle Zhang in front of him laughed.

"Uncle Zhang~" Jiang Lin tugged at Uncle Zhang's sleeve and coquettishly.

Han Sheng shook his head and sighed, this was completely self-inflicted. Jiang Lin was brought into the workshop by him, when Han Sheng went to Boss Huang's bookstall to pick up books, eleven-year-old Jiang Lin squatted next to him to read a book, for two hours, Jiang Lin's stomach kept growling. In the end, Han Sheng couldn't listen anymore and took him to eat two bowls of ramen.

I was going to leave after eating, but looking at Jiang Lin biting his lower lip, Han Shengyu couldn't bear it, so he had to take him back to the workshop and use his one-year salary to guarantee that this thin child could do the job.

Just like when Uncle Zhang used a year's salary to guarantee that he could work in the workshop.

What a legacy.

Thunderous applause interrupted his memory, and Han Sheng looked up, and the senior monk beside the owner took out two large mahogany boxes from the mustard seed bag around his waist, the lid of the box was wide open, and it was full of wheat-yellow pills.

"What is this?" Han Sheng was stunned, and the owner of the workshop shouted excitedly in his ears: "This is the Golden Bigu Pill specially refined by the sect for our scattered cultivation! Fill hunger and thirst, nourish the spirit and replenish qi! Compared with ordinary Bigu Pills, one is stronger than four!"

The applause from the audience was even more enthusiastic.

"Now the leaders of each group come to the stage and receive your group's Bigu Dan, which will be distributed every ten days. As a warm and selfless reward for the sect, we must do our best in our work and complete the task of the sect one month ahead of schedule!"

For an instant, the audience was silent, so quiet that people thought that the applause just now was an illusion.

After working hard for more than a month and sleeping for thirty days, it took three thousand pieces of Purple Gold Yaoguang Armor to be driven out, and now suddenly one month of construction is subtracted, and five thousand pieces of Zijin Yaoguang Armor must be driven out within a month!

How is this possible!