In the early morning, the eastern horizon was just white, and a faint light shone into the room through the paper window. The scene in the room gradually became clear from hazy and blurry.

In the small room, the tables, chairs, and beds are all made of heavy and rough wood, which is very old, and the color is gray and black in the morning light. On the square wooden table, there is an old bronze mirror, which has been used for too long, and many green rust spots have appeared on the surface and edges. There was also a small incense burner in the middle of the table, and the incense had burned out, leaving only gray ash.

On the wall in front of the incense burner hangs a picture of a middle-aged Taoist man flying through the air with a gleaming flying sword under his feet. The Taoist is smiling, his expression is elegant, the white clouds around him are around, and the strange birds are flying, which sets off the indescribable chic of the Taoist priest. Below the picture, there is a line of text of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing - the ancestor of the Nantian Sect, Dao Yizhen.

On the other side of the room was a wooden bed with a low curtain of gray cloth and a pair of clogs under it.

The situation in the whole room is like the scene of the ancient room in the costume TV series.

The bed curtain shook slightly, and a teenager parted the curtain and sat up.

This young man, sixteen or seventeen years old, his face was a little pale, and his appearance was very ordinary.

He was wearing a robe, and it seemed that he hadn't taken off his clothes at all when he slept last night. There was a gleam between his fingers, a shiny blade, but it was instantly tucked into his sleeve. These are two habits he has developed over the years of secret work, sleeping without undressing, always having a weapon in his hand.

The young man picked up the bronze mirror on the table and tidied up his appearance, and a young and wooden young face was reflected in the mirror.

"Alas!" the boy sighed softly, having traveled to this world for a few years, but the circumstances of this world still made him feel uncomfortable, including this face.

This young man's name is Wang Yicheng, and he crossed into this world from the earth. In his previous life, Wang Yicheng was a secret agent of the National Security Bureau, and for the security and interests of the country, he changed his identity and lurked in important departments of enemy countries.

Relying on his wit and courage, he maneuvered around the enemy camp and transmitted confidential information to his motherland, making tremendous contributions to the security interests of the motherland. But in the end something unfortunate happened, and as a traitor betrayed, his identity was revealed.

Surrounded by hundreds of enemies, in order to keep the state secret, he chose to die with the enemy - detonated a bomb. In the end, he used his life to interpret his promise to defend the motherland to the death, and he died with a clear conscience.

It may be that his Geng Geng Dan heart touched the heavens and rewarded him with a chance to be reborn, and his soul traveled to this world of cultivation.

Wang Yicheng looked at himself in the mirror, not tall, not short, not fat or thin, his face was ordinary and ordinary, without any characteristics.

"Great for stealth work. Wang Yicheng professionally made a conclusion for himself.

Then, Wang Yicheng opened the door and window to inspect it, and then closed it. The floor of the doorway window was sprinkled with a little fine sand from him, and if someone had snooped on him outside last night, it would have left traces. After making sure it was safe, he slowly pulled up his sleeves. I saw a tattoo of a small golden snake on his arm, which was flashing slightly.

Wang Yicheng slapped the tattoo, and with a "pop!", the tattoo suddenly shone brightly, revealing the image of a man in the light. The man's face was narrow, his gray eyes were cold, and his eyes were very gloomy. Looking at his lower body again, it was actually a long snake tail. This is a snake demon with a human head.

The man's cold voice was immediately heard in the video, "The four of them have all moved, why haven't you moved?" I need dragon scale grass, you can get it for me within ten days, don't think about escaping, through this mark, I have many ways to make you unable to survive and die." ”

The image gradually disappeared, Wang Yicheng showed a resentful expression on his face, no one could have imagined that he was a monster, sent by the big demon to lurk in the sect, stealing a medicinal herb called dragon scale grass.

A few years ago, Wang Yicheng crossed over, and unfortunately, he crossed over to a monster, and it was the lowest level of the little demon. A year ago, he was coerced by a snake demon to plant this mark, and then transformed into a teenager and lurked in the Southern Heaven Sect. There were a total of five little demons sent together, and the other four failed. There is only one end to failure, and that is death. Cultivators don't have compassion for a monster.

Thinking of his previous life, he did underground work and lurked in the enemy camp. Traveling to the world of cultivation, he was still doing latent work, and Wang Yicheng really felt God's trick on him.

There was a beeping sound from the paper window.

"Who?" Wang Yicheng asked softly.

"Yicheng, hurry up, it's time to clean!" said a voice outside the window.

This is a friend of Wang Yicheng beckoning him to get up and work.

"Got it! ”

The stone house where Wang Yicheng lives is at the foot of a mountain, and hundreds of such stone houses are neatly arranged. At this time, there were teenagers in every stone house who hurriedly ran out, they were wearing the same gray cloth robes as Wang Yicheng, and they were all sixteen or seventeen years old.

They hurriedly picked up brooms, shovels, barrels and other tools, and marched up the stone steps up the mountain.

This is Wang Yicheng's current identity - a miscellaneous servant in the sect. Ascending the mountain next to him was a tall and strong young man with an honest expression. It was a morning knock on the window to wake up his companion, named Zeng Wei, his best friend.

The morning air is mixed with the smell of grass and dew, and it is refreshing to breathe. The mountain road is lined with verdant trees, and occasionally, a mountain hare is alarmed by the footsteps of everyone, swoops, burrows into the trees, and disappears without a trace.

Looking up at the mountain, I saw the majestic peaks reaching into the sky, and the top of the mountain disappeared into the white clouds, like a giant standing up to the sky, reaching out to the white clouds and lifting the whole sky.

The morning mist shrouded in the mountains, and many palace attics loomed in the dense woods, some of which showed only a sharp corner with a bucket arch or a red tile roof.

In the morning mist, sword light figures could occasionally be seen flashing in the air, and all the young men showed awe and envy on their faces, this was a cultivator flying with a flying sword.

Wang Yicheng lowered his eyelids and buried his head in the road, he was no longer surprised by such a scene.

The world he crossed into was called the Apocalypse Continent, which was a completely different world from the earth, a world of cultivation. There is no country here, there is no modern civilization, only large and small Xiuzhen sects and families. This world full of flying swords, magic weapons, talismans, spells and other things made Wang Yicheng, who believed in atheism in his previous life, really speechless.

This mountain peak is a sect located in the south of the Apocalypse Continent, called the Southern Heaven Sect, which has thousands of disciples. And Wang Yicheng and these teenagers are not even disciples, they are just the lowest level of miscellaneous servants.

Among the juvenile miscellaneous servants who went up the mountain, from time to time some people walked away along the fork in the road, the scale of the entire Nantian Sect was very large, there were hundreds of light palace pavilions, scattered throughout the mountain peaks, and the workload of these miscellaneous servants was still very large.

Wang Yicheng and Zeng Wei cleaned a large hall for storing medicinal materials, called the Immortal Medicine Pavilion, and the two were responsible for cleaning the fallen leaves in the courtyard.

The white stone slabs in the courtyard are smooth and smooth, as if paved with white jade, and the surrounding trees are crisp and birds chirp. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, waved a big broom and vigorously swept away the fallen leaves.

Wang Yicheng was cleaning while scanning the hall with the corner of his eye. This hall stores the important medicinal materials in the sect, and it is very well guarded. Wang Yicheng and Zeng Wei are only responsible for cleaning the courtyard, and they are absolutely not allowed to enter the main hall.

There are four disciples guarding the main gate and two at the side gate, these disciples are dressed in the same cyan robe of the sect, covered with soft armor on the outside, carrying a long sword on their backs, and their faces are serious, and they stand straight like soldiers.

The corners of Wang Yicheng's eyes swept obliquely above the main hall, and there were also two disciples guarding the top of the main hall, standing in the two corners of the top of the hall, which was to prevent someone from breaking through the tiles from the top of the hall.

The bell at the top of the mountain rang loudly, which was the sound of the morning meeting of the disciples in the mountain, and the sound of these miscellaneous servants finishing their labor. With these sounds, all the miscellaneous boys came down the mountain with their tools.

"Youkai! Look at youkai!"

"I caught a youkai last night!"

There was an exclamation from the front of the procession, and at the same time there was a commotion, and all the teenagers rushed in one direction.

Wang Yicheng and Zeng Wei also passed along with the flow of people, only to see a large open space in front of them, which was the venue for the competition in the mountain gate. At this moment, there is a stone pillar in the center of the venue, on which a middle-aged man is tied. The middle-aged man was very miserable, covered in blood, with a broken leg, hanging his head, and looking depressed.

These teenagers talked a lot,

"It's obviously a human, how can you say it's a monster?"

"You know what! These monsters will transform into human beings and do evil!"

"That's right, last night, this monster slipped into the mountain gate and wanted to dig a tunnel to enter the Immortal Medicine Pavilion to steal medicinal materials, but was caught by the guard's disciples!"

At this time, there was a sound of flying in the air, and a white-robed young man stepped on a flying sword, turned a corner in the air, and slowly fell.

"Meet Immortal Master Ge!" all the disciples and miscellaneous boys bowed down together.

In the mountain gate, they are called disciples according to their cultivation level, the monks in the Qi refining period are called disciples, the monks in the foundation building period are called immortal masters, and the monks in the Jiedan period are called elders. This monk was called an immortal master at a young age, and his cultivation was obviously extraordinary.

"Did he confess?" asked Immortal Master Ge, glancing at the man.

"I whipped him all morning, and he couldn't tell where the fifth youkai was?" said a disciple with a whip.

"I really don't know where he's gone!" the man pleaded loudly, "Lord Golden Dragon sent a total of five of us little demons to steal the fairy grass, and the first three plus me all missed. I don't know where he's hiding!Woo woo, spare my life!," the man said, weeping bitterly and begging for his life.