Di Xinlu stood there in a daze, his expression a little stiff.
The two sides of the Blood Pattern Clan in front of them were full of fighting spirit and looked like their blood was boiling.
He also thought that they were competing to learn from each other.
Xiao Tian imprisoned them in this place to use them as cannon fodder.
Di Xinlu didn't take it seriously about picking up dung himself. How could this be possible in his opinion?
Although his realm has not been fully restored, he still possesses the combat power of the 20th level of the peak Tao realm.
Coupled with the racial specificity of the ancient gods, there are many places where it can play a role.
Xiao Tian said he was picking shit, which was probably a joke. According to the situation at that time, he should be angry at himself.
Di Xinlu is very confident, and he is so sure in his heart.
But judging from the situation described in Longqiu Road, it seems that he is being sentimental.
This is simply outrageous. What on earth is this master thinking?
Talents like mine were wasted like this.
Even Di Xinlu doubted whether he might have misunderstood something.
Xiao Tian's so-called bait was actually incidental, something he really wanted to do.
It’s basically picking shit!
It is clear that he is forced to do hard work.
He is a majestic being from the ancient divine race, and yet he has to suffer such humiliation here.
Di Xinlu wanted to be angry, but couldn't.
The existence of the slave deed made it impossible for him to feel resentment towards Xiao Tian.
I felt sad for a while, and my eyes turned red.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Huh? Why are you crying again?" On the side, Long Qiudao noticed the changes in Dixin Road and felt surprised.
Di Xinlu didn't speak, just shook his head as he thought to himself.
He really wanted to escape, but couldn't.
ahead.
The two parties arguing in the square also noticed the arrival of Longqiu Road and Dixin Road standing next to them.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Zhan Wu immediately walked out from behind the table and hurriedly came to him and raised his hands: "Master Longqiu, why are you here? Could it be that Master Xiao has any other instructions for us?"
On the other side, Zhan Zhizhi was extremely annoyed when he saw Zhan Wushuang moving so fast, and hurried over: "Master Longqiu, why are you here? The previous quarrel made you laugh."
Long Qiudao waved his hand: "There is no need for this, your recent performance has been very good, Master Xiao has noticed it."
"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have taught you the method you call Heng Lian Kung Fu, the Golden Turtle Shield."
Upon hearing this, Zhan Wushuang, Zhan Zhizhi, and the other blood-marked tribesmen behind them stood up straight, with proud faces on their faces.
"It is our honor to be able to learn the Golden Turtle Shield, and it is also affirmed by Mr. Xiao." Zhan Zhizhi clenched his fists, showing off his strengthened physique.
"This is further evidence that our path to atonement is further advanced. By practicing this skill, we will have better health, greater strength, and can do better things for adults."
Looking at Zhan Zhizhi's speech, Zhan Wushuang looked anxious, but his tone was very calm: "Whether you practice or not, it's secondary."
"Our sins are serious, and more importantly, we need to deeply reflect, know our own mistakes from the soul, and sublimate from the inside out."
"Just stupid and desperate efforts will not be recognized by Mr. Xiao, nor can those who died in the battle rest in peace."
Zhan Zhizhi couldn't help but shake his head and looked at Zhan Wushuang: "That's nonsense. If you don't give 200% of your efforts, do you deserve to be called atonement?"
"Have you forgotten what Mr. Xiao said about sweat cleansing the soul?"
Zhan Wushuang stared: "Your sweat can at most cool the hair on your body and wash your soul."
Zhan Zhizhi sneered: "With a bald head, you are jealous of other people's thick hair and start attacking others in a roundabout way?"
"Okay!" Long Qiudao spoke at the right time to stop the endless quarrel between the two, "Competition is a good thing, it shows that you have fighting spirit, but don't let things go wrong."
As he said that, Longqiu Dao pointed at Di Xinlu, who was dumbstruck next to him: "This one is new. Although he is very strong and has the 20th level of the peak Tao realm, he will still be punished if he makes a mistake."
"He will be responsible for picking manure and composting next. To master this skill, two teams will take turns leading him for one day. Is it clear?"
Zhan Zhizhi and Zhan Wushuang shouted at the same time: "Yes!"
Long Qiudao nodded with satisfaction and patted Dixinlu on the shoulder before leaving: "Reform well."
After speaking, he rose into the sky and observed the terrain.
According to Xiao Tian's instructions, he still had to set up a formation to see if anyone from the Dixin Road clan would come to rescue him.
"Welcome our new partners to join the team on the Road of Atonement." Zhan Wushuang quickly shouted.
Zhan Zhizhi also shouted to the left and right: "It is a great cause to accumulate virtue and correct mistakes. New colleagues have joined us. Applause!"
The two teams enthusiastically welcomed Di Xinlu's joining.
They all promised that Di Xinlu would master professional skills in the shortest possible time and pay for his sins with his own hands.
Di Xinlu felt his scalp numb as he looked at this scene.
He knew the Blood Pattern Clan of the Wuling Army. This clan was an elite clan and was extremely good at fighting.
This clan itself has a very fighting spirit and never retreats from a fight.
He claimed to be a noble warrior, and even took the initiative to join the Wuling Army and became the so-called cannon fodder.
They hope to improve the status of their clan through blood and fire, relying on fighting, and relying on constant fighting.
But this group of blood-striped people in front of me.
So strange!
In a daze, Dixin Road had been taken away by them.
Inexplicably, I put on my gloves and tools, walked into the farm, and came to the manure.
Until now, Dixin Road has just woken up from a dream.
The ancient gods are no longer noble.
He has defiled his own clan.
In an instant, he burst into tears and shoveled shit with trembling hands.
"Tears of regret, he entered the state so quickly, he is very enlightened." Zhan Wushuang frowned and looked into the distance.
Zhan Zhizhi looked solemn: "Is it possible that there will be a third brigade on Qingyan Mountain in the future?"
The two knew that there would only be one more competitor in the future.
It's only right to have competition.
…
Dayan Dynasty, Imperial City.
Now in the sky above the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xiao Tian's figure flashed out in an instant and fell downwards.
"Hahaha, I smelled it as soon as I came here. It's better to be in time than to be early." Xiao Tian sat down directly, took the bowl and chopsticks from Zhong Yangming, and started eating.
Zhong Yangming, who was still entertaining guests, looked at Xiao Tian in surprise: "Your Majesty, are you back?"
"I'm back, I've done some things, and I want to give our Majesty a little surprise." Xiao Tian said, raising his eyebrows at Zhong Yangming, "When the time comes, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth will be smooth, and the territory of Great Yan will be vast and boundless, so happy!"
After talking about this, Xiao Tian noticed that there was a naive and kind-looking man next to him, who was looking at him with a smile.
"Who is this old man, the new official who can come to your house to have dinner as a guest?" Xiao Tian took a piece of his favorite sauce-roasted Baijia Crispy Pork, put it into his mouth, and asked while eating.
Zhong Yangming was silent for a while, looking at Xiao Tian with a complicated expression: "This is your majesty's grandfather."
Xiao Tian covered his mouth: "Cough cough cough..."