Wang Xu never thought that a place as powerful as the Shimo Holy Land could be such a dark place.
The people here are like a group of prisoners, imprisoned on the Miscellaneous Peak, spending most of their time serving the disciples on other peaks, and a little time practicing.
"People from the clothing hall come out, winter is about to begin, everyone should sew at least three winter clothes every month, and there must be no mistakes!"
A deacon descended from the sky, waved his hand, and countless cotton wool and needle threads flew out of the Qiankun Bag, and soon they piled up a huge mountain.
Millions of female disciples of the Xingyi Hall came out of the hollowed-out mountains and came forward to receive needles, threads and brains just like disaster victims receiving relief materials.
Wang Xu flew up, landed next to the deacon, and asked, "Who are you sewing clothes for?"
"Who?" The deacon was startled, then noticed the token hanging on Wang Xu's body, and quickly lowered his head respectfully and replied: "Holy Son, this is a winter coat sewn for the outer disciples."
According to the regulations of the Holy Land of the First Demon, disciples under the age of twenty and at the ninth level of the Reborn Realm are outer disciples.
If these people can reach the bone-changing realm before the age of thirty, they can become inner disciples.
If you cannot become an inner disciple, you will be sent out at the age of thirty to become a store clerk in a certain city in the Holy Land, or a guard in a certain mine.
In short, as long as you enter the Holy Land of the First Demon, you will live as a person in the Holy Land and die as a ghost in the Holy Land. There is no such thing as free food and drink.
The season is about to change. The disciples of the Holy Land of the First Demon cannot wear the same clothes all year round.
Where do the new clothes come from? The clothes of the inner disciples, with magic arrays embedded inside them, will be handed over to the small sect that refines weapons for uniform customization.
The outer disciples are not so particular. The clothes of millions of outer disciples, as well as the clothes worn by the servants themselves, are all made by the clothing hall of the servant peak.
These female nuns in the clothing hall do not have to carry dung, water, or clean the courtyard like the male disciples, so the task of sewing new clothes is left to them.
Some people may want to ask, these handymen also have the guts, why are they not allowed to focus on cultivation?
Let me mention here that there is a difference between a handyman and a handyman. The highest achievement of a third-level servant is a deacon. They are not valuable to the Holy Land of the First Demon.
Further up, those who enter the Holy Land of the First Demon with fourth-level root bones and fifth-level root bones as mortals.
Although they will also start as handymen, they will not have to do odd jobs, but will become foremen among the handymen.
These people do not lack time to practice. Generally, people who rise from handymen to outer sect disciples, then to inner sect disciples, and then to true disciples are mostly this kind of people.
Be it the Holy Land of the First Demon or other holy places, only one thing speaks in these places, and that is strength.
Strength is just a word, but it contains many things.
Roots, aristocratic families, and opportunities are all types of strength.
People with fourth-level and fifth-level root bones can survive even on the Miscellaneous Peak.
A person who has strong bones, comes from a martial arts family, and has good talent can have the strength of the late first level before the age of twenty, and the entry is as an outer disciple.
If there is nothing, then I'm sorry, you are just a dog here.
Since he is a dog, he must guard the door conscientiously so that he can stand out from countless handyman disciples and have the opportunity to become a human being.
Otherwise, just prepare to be a dog for the rest of your life. After you get used to it, being a dog or a human will be the same.
"A month ago, there was a new disciple named Yiyi. Where is she?"
The Holy Land has its own rules. Although Wang Xu felt that these handymen were pitiful, he had no intention of changing the rules. He came here just to find Yi Yi.
"Holy Son, please let me look for you."
The deacon hurriedly took out the personnel book from his arms. The palm-sized jade book recorded the information of all the servant disciples. He quickly found Yiyi's name: "Holy Son, the servant peak has twelve floors.
, Miss Yiyi is in the seventh area on the fourth floor, which is where the dining hall is."
There are many categories of handymen, each with their own functions.
Those Holy Land disciples never care where their clothes come from or where their food is made.
However, food, clothing, housing and transportation are inevitable for everyone, and naturally, corresponding departments will be born in the sect.
Wang Xu flew up, quickly reached the fourth floor, and found the corresponding seventh area.
The seventh area corresponds to the seventh peak among the thirty-six peaks, the Furious Peak.
The food for the outer disciples, inner disciples, and deacons in Wrath Peak are all delivered from the sixth area of the dining hall. Only the elders have small stoves.
When Wang Xu entered the seventh area, the stove had already been turned off because it was afternoon.
In the dining hall, countless handyman disciples were washing dishes, and Yiyi, who was attracted by Wang Xu, was in the corner among the crowd.
"Yiyi!" Wang Xu opened his mouth and shouted to the girl washing the dishes.
Yiyi was wearing a handyman uniform, and the dishes piled around her were taller than her. When she heard someone calling her, she stretched her neck and looked around, but she didn't see who was calling her.
"Yiyi."
With the second call, Yiyi saw Wang Xu standing at the door.
"Big brother!"
Wow!
Just as Yiyi was about to stand up, she knocked over the bowls and dishes beside her, and a high wall made of thousands of bowls and dishes crashed to the ground.
crackling
With such a crisp voice, the girl looked at the broken dishes on the floor, her little face turned white, and she looked like she was about to cry.
"Thousands of bowls and plates. Now that we have seen a good show, Deacon Li will be so angry that he will die."
"Hey, I'm sure Deacon Li will use the topic to his advantage. Yiyi probably won't be able to get the three Yuan-Pui Yuan Pills next month."
"What's the use of getting it? With the first-level qualification, it's just a waste of elixirs to eat. I would say it's a waste to give it to her."
Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. The more remote the place, the more cruel the struggle between people.
Listening to the whispers of the servants around him and looking at Yiyi who was about to cry, Wang Xu said disapprovingly: "Don't be afraid, if there are thousands of dishes, they will be broken."
"What a loud tone. Who are you? What are you doing in my dining hall?"
Accompanied by cold snorts, a young man with an arrogant expression walked over.
"you do not know me?"
Wang Xu felt strange. With his golden clothes of the Holy Son and the token on his waist, how could there be anyone in the Holy Land of the First Demon who didn't recognize him?
"Big brother, he is Zheng Nian. It is said that he is a fifth-level root bone." Yiyi only knew that Wang Xu was taken away by the elders. As for what he was taken away for, he had no idea, let alone that Wang Xu was already a member of the Holy Land of the First Demon.
Son.
"Which mountain peak are you from as an outer disciple? You can't be an inner disciple, right?" Based on Zheng Nian's experience, he had no idea who the Holy Son was. He looked Wang Xu up and down, his arrogance unabated.
"Let me tell you, it doesn't matter if you are an inner disciple. I am a fifth-level person who is expected to become an elder in the future. I am not afraid of you even if you are an inner disciple." Zheng Nian has his own confidence.
In the middle of the year, he is the most talented among the handyman disciples.
It won't be long before he becomes an outer disciple, and then an inner disciple.
In the future, even if he cannot become a reserve saint son, he can still retire as a true disciple and become an outer sect elder.
In the entire Miscellaneous Peak, he is an unscrupulous existence. Even the deacons have to give him some face. Coupled with the praise from the people around him, he has clearly placed himself in the position of the future true successor, and he does not feel guilty.
How much nobler can the disciples of the sect be than myself?
"Interesting, it's true that the little demons in the temple are very powerful, and the shallow water is full of bastards!" Wang Xu was almost amused by this Zheng Nian, and waved his hands: "Seeing that you are only fifteen or sixteen years old, step back immediately, and you won't be able to interrupt what the adults are saying."
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"How dare you underestimate me!" Although he had only been in the handyman peak for a month, Zheng Nian was still very angry.
With a roar, the young man was impulsive and punched Wang Xu without thinking, as if he regarded Wang Xu as a handyman like him and could teach him a lesson.
"Wow, Black Tiger Fist, isn't this the secret skill of Deacon Li? He actually taught it to Zheng Nian!"
"What a terrifying punch. Within a month of effort, Zheng Nian actually mastered the Black Tiger Fist!"
"Humph, what do you know? Judging from the power of this punch, Zheng Nian has clearly been promoted to the Reborn Realm, and is at least the third level of the Reborn Realm. A hit on an ordinary person can kill him."
"What a little brat, you have such a bad temper!"
Wang Xu raised his hand and slapped everyone. Zheng Nian, who was shocked, disbelieving and horrified, slapped the sink into the sink.
Looking at Zheng Nian who was struggling to get up with vegetable leaves on his head, Wang Xu ignored the hatred in his eyes and joked: "I didn't expect that you would be blind at such a young age? You
This three-legged cat kung fu dares to show its teeth and claws with me. I'm surprised. Even if you say that I am an outer disciple, I must have at least the ninth level of rebirth realm. Who gave you the confidence to fight with me?
Is he the protagonist?”
If he is really an outer disciple and only has the cultivation level of the ninth level of the Rebirth Realm, and if Zheng Nian is the protagonist, he may not be unable to fight with him if he has the third level of the Rebirth Realm.
However, this is not the case at all.
He is not an outer disciple, and Zheng Nian is not the protagonist, so how can he have such great confidence.
Not to mention that he is only a fifth-level man, even if a fifth-level elder comes, he would not dare to take action against him. Is this because newborn calves are not afraid of tigers?
"Who is causing trouble in my dining hall?"
Just when Zheng Nian's eyes were about to burst and his heart felt humiliated, Deacon Li strode in from outside.
When he saw Deacon Li, who was as close to him as his own son, no, more affectionate than his own son, Zheng Nian was like a naughty child meeting his parents, and shouted loudly: "Deacon Li, he hit me!"
Although Deacon Li is just an inconspicuous deacon on the Miscellaneous Peak, he was also transferred from an inner disciple.
In Zheng Nian's memory, Deacon Li had a third-level late cultivation level, and he was not a weakling among the inner disciples.
Deacon Li treats him better than his own son. No matter whether this man in gold is an outer disciple or an inner disciple, he will not be Deacon Li's opponent.
"That's unreasonable!"
Deacon Li strode forward and, under Zheng Nian's secretly excited eyes, slapped Zheng Nian on the face.
Zheng Nian screamed strangely and fell into the sink for the second time.
And just when his eyes widened and his face was as swollen as a pig's head, thinking that he would become an elder in the future and must come back with revenge, Deacon Li knelt in front of Wang Xu.
"My subordinate Li Qiu, please see the Holy Son and wish the Holy Son eternal life and endless life!"
His eyes swept over the servants, looking at them as if they were seeing ghosts. Wang Xu's heart did not waver at all, and he said calmly: "Get up, this Zheng Nian has a lot of character, and it is most appropriate for him to clean the toilet. What?
By that time, ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine toilets have been cleaned, and then the cultivation resources will be distributed to him. By the way, I can speak well, right?"
"Good job, good job" just cleans 100,000 toilets, but it's not like beating Zheng Nian to death on the spot. How dare Deacon Li refuse.
You must know that Wang Xu's status as the Holy Son is equivalent to that of the major peak masters, and his status is higher than that of ordinary elders.
Although Zheng Nian is a genius and has fifth-level bones, he is nothing compared to the Holy Son.
The fifth level in the Holy Land of the First Demon is nothing more than the cultivation of the elders. There are thousands of elders in the Holy Land of the First Demon. One more is not more, and one less is not a lot. What's more, people with fifth-level root bones are not necessarily able to become fifth-level.
Most of them have exhausted their potential by the fourth level.
"Yiyi, come out with me"
Wang Xu called Yi Yi, turned around and left. As for Zheng Nian's eyes full of hatred, to him, they were just the wails of a weakling.
If one hundred thousand toilets were cleaned every day, it would take Zheng Nian three years to clean them.
In three years, there were no training resources or even time to practice. Unless Zheng Nian had the fate of the protagonist, he was destined to be useless.
Even if he really has the destiny to be the protagonist, the protagonist who has just started to practice now is nothing to Wang Xu.