As soon as Li Datou left, the teenagers gathered around, shaking their heads and sighing, and told about the miserable situation here. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They don't have enough food and clothing here, and they have endless work every day, so Li Datou is a little uncomfortable, and he beats or scolds them, and everyone has a very hard time.

Especially carrying water and chopping firewood, it is the hard work in the hard work, the tired work in the tired work, the previous two carrying water and chopping firewood can not stand the suffering, one jumped off the cliff and died, the other rebelled and fled, but was caught back and thrown to the mine to mine, and now I want to die more and live less.

"Hey, did you two offend Li Datou, why were you arranged to do such a chore as soon as you came. One of the teenagers, about seventeen or eighteen years old, asked.

Both of them shook their heads with a wry smile, glanced at each other, and knew that this was because their qualifications did not reach the second class, which delayed Wang Jinshan to make money, and threw the two of them here to be tortured.

At this time, there is no way to think about it, you can only take one step at a time, and the young man hurries up to inquire about the rules here, and all the young men sympathize with them and know everything.

Fang Yun listened to it for a long time, and finally understood, it turned out that the Sword Casting Gate pursued the cruel law of the law of the jungle, which was divided into three classes: the inner gate, the outer gate, and the miscellaneous servants, and each class had to make great efforts and face countless competitions if they wanted to be promoted.

In terms of miscellaneous service, it is divided into four levels: A, B, C, D.

The first-class miscellaneous servants are generally the personal servants of the inner disciples, not to mention the easy work, and occasionally they can get the guidance of the master, and the first-class miscellaneous servants who mix well are more beautiful than the outer disciples, but this kind of ones have to be handsome and talk decently, and they must not be from a large family.

The second-class miscellaneous servants must have a skill, for example, the miscellaneous servants who are in urgent need of striking iron in the sect recently, if Fang Yungang can be selected, he can be allocated to the two factions of the Sword Casting Palace or the Sword Carving Palace, and he can learn a lot about the skills of sword casting and sword carving, and even some exercises and pills to strengthen the body can be obtained.

Hearing this, Fang Yun secretly screamed that it was a pity, but he immediately calmed down, and the top priority was to think more about how to survive the C-class miscellaneous labor. As long as you don't die of exhaustion for three years, someone will come to the top to evaluate, and one or two people will be selected to be promoted to second-class miscellaneous service according to their performance.

And Ding and other miscellaneous servants are located at the bottom of the Sword Casting Gate, and they are generally extremely vicious people, or disciples who have violated the rules of the door have been demoted to the back mountain, and have lived in the mine for many years, as long as they still have a breath, they have to keep mining, and it can be said that those people are the most miserable.

Hearing this, Fang Yun secretly said to himself: "It seems that I have to try to become a second-class miscellaneous servant." But don't be anxious, it's a newcomer, let's take a look at the situation first. ”

Bidding farewell to the boys, he returned to the firewood house where he lived, and after being tired all day, he took out the dry food he had brought with him, ate some cold water from the water tank in the house, and lay down in the firewood and grass to sleep.

After a tiring day, his eyelids grew heavy and he soon fell into a deep sleep......

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"Get up, get up!"

With a rude roar, Fang Yun woke up from his slumber.

It was still dark outside the window, and the sky was not yet bright, Li Datou kicked Fang Yun, threw a rusty firewood knife in front of him, and said viciously: "Don't sleep lazy, today you go to the back mountain to cut 100 firewood, don't eat today's meal if you don't have one, go quickly!"

Fang Yun rubbed his eyes, tried his best to drive away the sleepiness, picked up the firewood knife from the ground, looked at the open teeth on the top, and gestured at Li Datou, asking how this firewood knife could cut wood?

Li Datou waved his hand impatiently: "There is a whetstone in the firewood room, you sharpen it yourself, don't ask Lao Tzu everything, you can't even speak, it's so fucking annoying!"

A hint of anger flashed in Fang Yun's eyes, this Li Datou was so difficult to scold, it was obvious that he was instructed by Wang Jinshan, but he saw that Li Datou was strong, his footsteps were struggling when he walked, and there was a sword hanging from his waist, which he could not easily provoke, so he had to swallow this evil breath first.

After looking around the wood-room, he found a whetstone, sprinkled a little water on it, and sharpened the knife with a clatter, and it took him half an hour to sharpen the wood-knife.

Raising it up, the light can be seen, with a wave of his hand, he easily cut off a piece of firewood the thickness of his thumb, Fang Yun nodded with satisfaction, picked up the firewood knife, took some dry food and drinking water, and walked towards the back mountain.

At this time, the sky was just dawning, and the mountain road behind the mountain was rugged, Fang Yun was walking cautiously, and suddenly a person came to him.

Fang Yun flashed to the side, looked at it intently, and saw that this person was the same age as himself, he was also thirteen or fourteen years old, he was born black and strong, a head taller than himself, it was the young man who was demoted to the third rank miscellaneous with him, I heard him introduce himself yesterday, remember that his name was Tang Hai.

I saw Tang Hai carrying two big buckets on his shoulders, pressing his body and swaying, and water splashed out from time to time, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, and nodded when he saw Fang Yun.

Fang Yun also nodded to him, and when Tang Hai passed by him, he said in a low voice: "I want to pick 100 buckets of water today, what about you, how much firewood do you want to chop?"

Fang Yun stretched out ten fingers and measured him.

"100?"

Fang Yun nodded.

Tang Hai smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Dumb, go and chop wood! Before the sun goes down, if you don't cut enough 100 sticks, you won't have anything to eat." After speaking, he sighed, carried two buckets of water, and staggered down the mountain.

Seeing Tang Hai walk away, Fang Yun had a good impression of him, and immediately tightened his clothes and strode towards the mountain.

After walking out of more than 100 zhang, the mountain road turned a corner, and a large dense pine forest appeared in front of him, each with the thickness of an arm, and the wooden stakes close to the side of the mountain road were one foot high, which seemed to be the firewood forest in Li Datou's mouth.

Spit two mouthfuls of saliva in the palm of his hand, Fang Yun took out his firewood knife, walked to a pine tree, took a look, and slashed diagonally with a knife.

With a loud bang, the wood knife only cut half an inch, and the strength was exhausted, and the pine wood only shook slightly.

Fang Yun took a breath in surprise, he didn't expect this pine wood to be so hard, it was originally estimated that even if it couldn't be cut with a firewood knife, it could be cut at least half, but now it seems that it hasn't even cut a tenth of it, which shows how difficult it should be to cut this pine tree.

He showed a wry smile, and now he finally understood, why the teenagers said that this was the most difficult work, and if he had to cut enough firewood in a day, he might not be able to finish it even if he gave birth to three heads and six arms, right?

Taking a deep breath, stubbornness flashed in his eyes, the more difficult it was to complete, the more he wanted to challenge it!

Pulling out the firewood knife, he saw the gap, and made more than a dozen knives in one breath.

Aggressive......

The sawdust flew, and the gap grew larger and wider, until at last there was a rolling sound, and the pine slowly fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Fang Yun breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead, revealing a trace of happiness.

"It's so hard to cut down this one, what if there are 99 left?" he blushed, rubbed his sore wrist, and looked at the large pine forest.