"Hey, waste, is the firewood I want to chop well?"

A young man in a gray robe looked at the young man in front of him contemptuously, and shouted impatiently.

In front of the young man, the gray-faced young man dressed in coarse linen had an indifferent face, pointing to a pile of firewood chopped beside him and did not speak.

"That's pretty much it, continue to chop ten bundles of firewood for me, this batch will be sent to Senior Brother Zhang, and it will be sent over in three hours, if it can't be completed, see if I can't kill you!" the young man said fiercely, and then left.

A wry smile appeared on Zhou Hao's gray face, and there were memories in his clear eyes.

He came from Fenghua County, not far from the big green mountain, his parents disappeared since childhood, he was brought up by an old beggar, when he was ten years old, the old beggar died, he survived alone, and went through four years one after another.

That is, at the age of fourteen, a man in black brought him to this great green mountain, which also changed his fate.

Zhou Hao is now sixteen years old, and he has been under the Qingshan Sect for two years.

Qingshan Sect is a small sect in the cultivation world of the Song Kingdom, with thousands of disciples, and Zhou Hao is one of the lowest miscellaneous disciples, and it can even be said that he is a coolie of the sect, and he is not a disciple.

In the Qingshan Sect, only by cultivating the aura and entering the first level of the forging stage can he be officially promoted to a member of the disciples of the outer sect.

But in two years, almost all of the senior brothers and disciples who entered at the same time as him have become disciples of the outer sect, and some outstanding ones have entered the fourth layer, but Zhou Hao is still reduced to a miscellaneous disciple and has not taken the first step, which makes his reputation spread and he has the title of waste.

Of course, this is not that Zhou Hao does not work hard, but among all the disciples, there is almost no one who works harder than him.

Others of the Qingshan Sect's basic exercises and spiritual techniques practiced for three or four hours a day, but he was cultivating almost all the other time, and he only slept for three hours a day, which could be said to have paid several times. However, such a fortunate effort and harvest make people frustrated and desperate.

There are nine layers of forging body, the first, second, and third layers are the early stage, the fourth, fifth, and sixth layers are the middle stage, and the seventh, eighth, and ninth layers are the late stage.

This cultivation is not easy, but after all, the first layer of the forging period also belongs to the entry stage. If the qualification is good, it only takes one month to achieve, the qualification is almost good, and the kung fu of this half a year can also be practiced, even if the mortal body that does not enter the stream lasts for more than a year, it is possible to enter the first layer.

Qualification is a kind of foundation in the cultivation world, and it is talent, understanding, bloodline inheritance, perseverance, heart and many other factors, which constitute the term "qualification". In the cultivators, it is a unified statement, but there is no specific description.

Those with good qualifications are far superior to others in terms of cultivation speed. For example, compared with the mortal bodies that do not enter the stream, compared with the superior mortal bodies, the former will cost at least ten times or twenty times the effort, and it may not be as much as thirty percent of the latter.

For this reason, it can be seen that qualifications determine a person's future.

And Zhou Hao is a manifestation of extremely poor qualifications, much worse than mortal bodies that do not enter the stream, this kind of qualification, it is very likely that he will not be able to enter the path of cultivation for the rest of his life.

In the past two years, Zhou Hao has never slackened off, how much sweat he has paid, how much time he has paid, how much white eyes and humiliation he has suffered, but even if he continues to cultivate and motivate himself, he still stays in place.

Miscellaneous disciples, disciples of foreign sects, although both are disciples, they are very different in terms of resources and status.

In this afternoon, Zhou Hao kept chopping wood and chopping wood, and finally completed the task near dusk.

Zhou Hao bundled the firewood and carried it towards another mountain, where the so-called Senior Brother Zhang lived. The Qingshan Sect occupies the depths of the mountain range, and the miscellaneous disciples live on the periphery, followed by the peaks where the disciples of the outer sect live, and then the deeper ones, by the inner disciples, and the place where the elders of the Qingshan Sect are located.

When the sun sets, a large area of fiery clouds is revealed, as if it wants to show its dazzling colors to all things in the world. From time to time, flying cranes flashed, which were spiritual birds raised by the Qingshan Sect. The mountains are full of hurried green, and you can vaguely see trickling streams, and in the distance, there are lofting palaces looming, coupled with a faint mist, making Zhou Hao feel like he is in a fairyland.

Zhou Hao will look at such a scenery for a period of time every day, which is very charming.

Walking on the road, I bumped into my fellow disciples, but after almost all of them saw Zhou Hao, they were full of sarcasm, revealing a sense of pride.

For these people, Zhou Hao will not provoke, he consciously gets out of the way, waiting for the other party to pass first, and then he is leaving.

After a long time, at the foot of a majestic mountain peak, he was stopped by a young man in gray robes: "Stop! This is not a miscellaneous disciple like you, go back!" The young man looked proud and said contemptuously.

Zhou Hao was used to this tone, the miscellaneous disciples did not have any status in the sect at all, he put down the firewood, bowed his hand, and said without arrogance or impatience: "This senior brother, this is the firewood that Senior Brother Zhang wants, I will put it here." ”

"Oh! It turned out that Senior Brother Zhang asked for it. While speaking, the young man took out a small gray cloth bag, pointed his finger, and saw that the bundle of firewood in front of him disappeared in an instant, and then said: "I just need a batch of firewood, this batch will be used by me first, you are getting a batch, I will send it to Senior Brother Zhang!"

Zhou Hao raised his eyebrows, his face was gloomy, he should have finished the day's task and could go back to the room to rest, but now the other party said casually, he was going to increase the task.

"This senior brother, this is the firewood that Senior Brother Zhang wanted, besides, my task today has been completed, according to the rules of the sect, I..." Zhou Hao was bitter in his heart, first of all, he had to explain the matter of Senior Brother Zhang clearly, otherwise he would be in trouble if he was blamed afterwards.

But before the words were finished, a crisp sound sounded in my ears!

The gray-clothed young man didn't say a word, and a slap slapped Zhou Hao's left cheek, which was immediately red and swollen, leaving five clear handprints.

"Where did you come from, this firewood belongs to me, don't be verbose, Senior Brother Zhang's firewood is you sending it to him!" The gray-clothed young man looked cold.

Zhou Hao glared at the other party angrily, and said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, but this is what Senior Brother Zhang wants first, I..."

"Are you teaching me a lesson? What do you want you miscellaneous disciples to do? Aren't you just doing these things, serving me and other disciples of other sects, hurry up and get away, so as not to annoy me! Ask for your firewood, that's to give you face, it's really a dog thing that doesn't have long eyes!"

The gray-clothed young man didn't take Zhou Hao in his eyes at all, with his disciple of the outer sect, the cultivation status of the second layer of the forging period was enough to look down on this person, and with a wave of his big sleeves, his strength gushed out, fanning Zhou Hao several meters away.

This blow made Zhou Hao feel severe pain all over his body, but what hurt more was in his heart. He clenched his fists, angry and unwilling in his heart. But he finally endured it, he was a miscellaneous disciple, and he couldn't afford to provoke a disciple of a foreign sect at all, once something happened, the other party killed him, it was a trivial matter, and no one would care, this is the dark place of the sect.

Zhou Hao endured the pain and got up to leave, firm in his heart, he must become strong and become a disciple of the outer sect, and sooner or later he will get these shames back.

After going back, he hurriedly continued to chop firewood, and was delayed by this incident, naturally the gray-clothed young man before came to hold him accountable, and after some insults, Zhou Hao finally sent the firewood over at night.

It was late at night, the sky was starry, and wild beasts roared in the distance. The silent mountain path, Zhou Hao rushed on the way back, he had to seize all the time and cultivate.

At this time, a bright light crossed the sky, Zhou Hao clasped his hands together, and sighed: "Meteor meteor, I hope I can enter the outer sect disciple as soon as possible!"

Zhou Hao's biggest dream in the past was to be a rich man and live a rich life. He felt that once he entered the disciple of the outer sect, this dream would also come true.

Suddenly, Zhou Hao's pupils widened, because he saw that the bright light was actually falling towards him.

This light was like a small fire in the distance, and it approached instantly.

Zhou Hao was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated, and with a bang, a small pit was smashed on the ground, and an iron lump was smashed in front of him.

"It's so dangerous, this is going to hit the head, it's definitely dead!" Zhou Hao muttered in his heart, with a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.

He stepped forward, took out the iron lump from the small pit, and cleaned the dirt, and what appeared in front of him was an incense burner-like thing, only the size of a palm, bronze in color, revealing an ancient atmosphere.

There was a hint of joy on his face, this incense burner was made of bronze, it looked a bit historical, and if it was sold, it might be worth a little silver.

"Haha, it's a bit of a gain!" Zhou Hao smiled, sweeping away the depressed mood in the afternoon.

Zhou Hao looked left and right, and found that there was no one, so he hurriedly stuffed it into his sleeve and walked towards the way back, but he didn't notice that the incense burner in his sleeve was flashing with a slight light at the moment, and the faint halo showed a dense pattern, and then disappeared and recovered as before......