Yesterday a brother came, drank and drank high, and when I got home, my head was dizzy and I couldn't write anything, and I woke up at 4 o'clock this morning and finally made up for it.

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The red-faced old man frowned, and said dissatisfiedly: "Elder Li, is our Hengyue Sect really going to be so lowly as to make an exception for the life and death of a mortal?"

Elder Li opened his eyes, his voice became colder, and said: "Elder Ma, the head of the family said, this matter is left to me and others to be fully responsible, if it is not handled well, this waste boy will really commit suicide for the second time, and then his parents will spread the word, saying that our Hengyue faction forced his child to death, this embarrassing thing, isn't it cheap? You can be responsible? If you are responsible, I will not care about this matter." ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly played a round and said, "Okay, let's not quarrel over this little thing, in this way, we will first accept him as a registered disciple, and after ten or eight years, he will not be able to cultivate immortals and then send him back, so that there will be no trouble in the future, isn't it wonderful?"

The old man in the brocade robe suddenly said on the side: "What should we do if other children who have not been collected follow suit?"

The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "This is also easy to do, after this incident, we have also learned a lesson, and in the future, all the children who fail the test will use the magic magic to dial it one by one, and plant the idea of not committing suicide, or not." As for this Wang Lin, since it has already made such a fuss, just accept it, anyway, a named disciple is not a big deal. ”

Except for Elder Li, the other two elders all looked at the middle-aged man with meaningful eyes and stopped talking.

The middle-aged man smiled, and said secretly in his heart: "Wang Lin, Wang Lin, I have helped everything I can, but I will be disrespectful to the piece of fine iron that your fourth uncle gave me." It's strange to me that a mortal could get his hands on such materials. ”

The middle-aged man didn't know, that piece of fine iron, was bought by Uncle Wang Lin from a blacksmith by chance, he was well-informed, and he could see that it was extraordinary at a glance, this time in order to let Tiezhu join the Hengyue faction, so he took it out with the attitude of giving it a try, as for the role of this treasure, he didn't know.

A piece of fine iron changed Wang Lin's fate, and when the news reached his ears, Wang Lin couldn't believe that he was inexplicably accepted as a registered disciple.

Two days later, he sent his parents down the Hengyue faction, looking at his parents' excited expressions, Wang Lin was also quite happy in his heart, and secretly decided to cultivate immortals here in a down-to-earth manner.

However, after his parents went down the mountain, they changed, Wang Lin was called to a house that specially arranged the work of the registered disciple, a young man in yellow with a thief's eyebrows and rat eyes, with a contemptuous face, looked him up and down, and sneered: "You are the Wang Lin who became a registered disciple by committing suicide?"

Wang Lin glanced at him, was silent, the young man raised his eyebrows, and sneered: "Boy, from tomorrow onwards, you will come to me every day as soon as the sun rises, your job is to carry water, less than ten tanks, there will be no food, if you don't work for seven consecutive days, I will tell the elders and expel you from the Hengyue faction." This is your clothes, remember, registered disciples can only wear gray clothes, and only when they become real disciples, will they be given clothes of other colors. After speaking, he impatiently put a set of clothes and waist tags aside, closed his eyes and ignored the other party.

Wang Lin picked up his clothes and asked, "Where do I live?"

The young man didn't even make a move, and said casually: "If you go north, you will naturally see a row of flat houses, give the waist card to the disciples there, and arrange a room for you." ”

Wang Lin remembered it in his heart, turned around and walked north, and after he left, the young man opened his eyes and said to himself with contempt: "I actually joined in by committing suicide, what a waste." ”

Walking in the Hengyue Sect, most of the disciples Wang Lin saw along the way were dressed in gray clothes, one by one in a hurry, their faces were cold, and some of them were still holding tools for work, looking slightly tired.

After walking north for a long time, I finally saw a row of low houses, where there were many more gray-clothed disciples than in other places, but they still went their own way and rarely talked to each other.

After handing over the waist card to the yellow-clothed disciple in charge of this place, the other party didn't say a word, and impatiently pointed to a house.

Wang Lin was also accustomed to the cold expressions of everyone here, walked to the house, pushed the door and went in to see, the room was not big, two wooden beds, a table, very clean, new and old and similar to home.

He chose a wooden bed that seemed to be unused, put his luggage away, and then lay on the bed with a lot of thoughts in his heart, although this Hengyue faction finally came in, but it was not as he imagined that he could cultivate immortal arts, listening to the meaning of the young man in yellow before, his job was to carry water.

Thinking of this, he sighed lightly and touched the stone bead in his arms tied to his chest with a rope, this thing is a treasure that he cares about very much, Wang Lin reads a lot and knows a lot of allusions, including the fact that the husband is not guilty of his guilt, he secretly decided that he can't let anyone know that he has this treasure.

It didn't take long, and when night fell, a thin gray-clothed young man with a tired look pushed open the door and walked in.

Wang Lin didn't care, he knew that he would have to get up early tomorrow, touched his stomach, and took out some sweet potatoes from the package, these foods were brought by his parents, and they were going to eat when they were looking for him on the road, and after finding Wang Lin, he saw that he was included in the Hengyue faction, so he left the remaining sweet potatoes for him.

The sweet potato was very sweet, Wang Lin ate a few bites, and then the young man lying opposite moved his body, got up and stared at the sweet potato, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and said in a low voice: "Can you give me a piece?"

Wang Lin immediately took out a few pieces and threw them on the other party's bed, and said with a smile: "I have a lot here, you can eat more if you like." ”

The young man immediately grabbed it, gobbled it into his stomach, and then hurriedly ran to the table and poured a glass of water, drank it dry, and sighed: "***, I haven't eaten for two days, buddy, thank you." By the way, what's your name?"

Wang Lin reported his name, and when the young man heard it, he was stunned, and lost his voice: "You are Wang Lin, the waste ...... who entered the Hengyue faction by committing suicide" Speaking of this, he realized Hao Ran, and said with a low smile: "Dude, my name is Zhang Hu, to speak from my heart, there are almost no people in the faction who don't know you now, don't blame me for saying that just now, in fact, I admire you, and you can actually use such a method to get in." ”

Wang Lin smiled bitterly, didn't argue, and handed over a few pieces of sweet potatoes.

Zhang Hu hurriedly took it, and after eating a few bites, he said embarrassedly: "Wang Lin, you better keep some for yourself, you are new here, I don't know that the weasel in the miscellaneous office has a bad stomach, and you will know when you work tomorrow, ***, he simply doesn't treat us named disciples as people!"