Chapter 1412 A Poor Cultivation Career

Shi Ming is tall and has a big appetite. After he came to the Lingwu world of this big world through the space passage of his small world, he has not eaten yet and is already hungry. When he heard that the wooden box contained food, his eyes widened. , my mouth is almost watering.

"This place has abundant spiritual energy, and the food must taste better than in the small world... Well, let's see what delicious food there is..."

Before the handyman disciple left, Shi Ming stood up impatiently and happily opened the wooden box on the table in front of him.

The wooden box was neatly placed with polygonatum, poria, polygonum multiflorum, yacon, etc., and they were all elixirs. However, there was no trace of the big fish, meat, and other meaty foods that Shi Ming had imagined.

"This...this is our meal? Are you just giving us this?"

Shi Ming's left hand suddenly came out, grabbed the collar of the handyman disciple, pointed at the elixir in the wooden box with his right hand, stared at him with a pair of tiger eyes, and asked with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"Yes, it is……"

The handyman disciple, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, was thin and timid. Shi Ming, who was nearly ten feet tall, grabbed his collar and stared at the question. He was so frightened that he trembled all over. He lowered his head and muttered answers. road.

In all sects, the handyman disciples are the weakest and have the lowest status, and Lingxu Palace is no exception.

The handyman disciple who delivers food in front of me usually only spends a small part of his time practicing. Most of his time has to do hard work such as cleaning the palace, serving food and meals, taking care of flower gardens, etc.

In addition, the handyman disciples also have to endure the rolling eyes and ridicule of some brothers and sisters from the same sect. If they make the brothers and sisters unhappy, they are more likely to be taught a lesson, so they can only endure it.

Shi Ming's tall and burly figure and calm expression made the handyman disciple feel a huge sense of oppression, and he was naturally afraid.

When the handyman disciple came to deliver food to Fang Bai and Shi Ming, he heard that these two new disciples both had innate spiritual roots. They were the direct disciples that the two elders in the palace fought for, and they would definitely become Lingxu in the future. The upper echelon and mainstay of the palace.

Naturally, the handyman disciple who delivered the meal treated these two disciples with such a promising future with great care and did not dare to show the slightest disrespect.

He originally planned to wait for Fang Bai and Shi Ming to finish the meal, then take the wooden box and leave, but he did not expect that Shi Ming was dissatisfied with the meal and grabbed him to question him, looking very angry.

The handyman disciple looked at Shi Ming who was blowing his beard and glaring at him and looking like he was going to hit him if he disagreed with him. He couldn't help but cry without tears. He thought to himself: "Brother, your food, clothing, housing and transportation are all arranged by the palace." Okay, why are you angry at me? I'm just a food delivery boy!"

Although he thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to say it out loud. He was worried that if Shi Ming was made unhappy and he beat himself up, he would have no place to cry.

Shi Ming was not an unreasonable person. When he saw the handyman disciple shivering in fear, he let go of his hand holding his collar and said impatiently: "Take these meals away and bring some meaty ones instead!"

"ah?"

The handyman disciple was stunned, and then stammered: "Shi...Senior Brother Shi, this...the disciples in the palace eat these, there is no...no meat!"

Shi Ming sneered and said, "You're talking nonsense! There are birds and beasts all over the mountains and plains here. Can you just catch them and roast them? Humph, I just saw a fat rabbit running in front of me! Stop talking nonsense. Hurry up and catch two fat geese and deliver them to us, we can roast them ourselves!"

The handyman disciple cried and said: "Senior Brother Shi, you can't do this! Those spiritual beasts in Lingxu Palace are tamed and raised by the disciples in the palace and are not allowed to be hunted. If I catch them, I will be kicked out. From Lingxu Palace.”

"Okay, Brother Shi, don't embarrass him!"

Fang Bai took out the elixirs such as Polygonatum, Poria, Shouwu, Yacon and other elixirs from the wooden box and placed them on the stone table in front of him, and then waved to indicate to the handyman disciple that he could leave.

The handyman disciple looked at Fang Bai gratefully as if he had been pardoned, went to get two bowls of spring water nearby, put them together with the elixir, then packed up the wooden box and left in a hurry.

"This is not a small world. We have to do as the locals do... Well, actually these things are treasures. Eating them will be of great benefit to the cultivation of us warriors!"

Fang Bai picked up a piece of Polygonatum japonica and put it into his mouth. He chewed it a few times and then swallowed it into his stomach. He thought, "This sacred elixir that has been used for thousands of years is actually very delicious..."

"Is it really delicious? Let me try it..."

Seeing Fang Bai taking several portions of the elixir, Shi Ming looked intoxicated. He muttered to himself dubiously, then picked up a piece of Polygonatum and put it into his mouth.

When Huang Jing is taken into the mouth, it is slightly bitter at first, but gradually becomes fragrant and sweet. When chewing, the juice in the mouth melts into the stomach, and turns into wisps of spiritual energy that fills the sea of ​​​​qi.

In the blink of an eye, the elixir on the stone table was taken into the stomachs of the two of them. Although each person did not share much, there was no hunger as before, which made Shi Ming amazed.

The two of them took the elixir and drank a bowl of spring water brought by the handyman disciple. They patted their bellies and felt that they were eighty percent full.

"Everything is good here, except that there is no meat or wine, which is a bit regretful! It seems that the future cultivation career is destined to be miserable!"

Shi Ming looked up to the sky and lamented.

Fang Bai felt kindly to this kind of "pure" cultivation life. After all, this was how he lived in his previous life.

In the next few days, perhaps because of something else, Elder Wu Zhihua Wu, who was responsible for teaching Fang Bai, did not visit Fang Bai once.

Shi Ming's situation was the same as Fang Bai's, so the two of them got together to chat every day.

As for the handyman disciple who was responsible for delivering meals to the two of them, he had become familiar with them and was no longer afraid of them.

The handyman disciple's name is Huang Zhong. He is seventeen years old this year and is an orphan. He was picked up and raised by a senior official of Lingxu Palace when he was an infant.

Huang Zhong originally had good qualifications and was expected to enter the foundation-building realm. However, due to his eagerness during practice two years ago, his spiritual energy was disordered and he went crazy, causing meridians to be blocked. He used a lot of spiritual elixirs and liquids to no avail.

So Huang Zhong, who had no future in martial arts, was completely abandoned by the senior officials of Lingxu Palace.

Huang Zhong was unwilling to accept it, and more than once he ran to a nearby big city privately, trying to ask those alchemists for healing medicine, but the price they demanded was too high, and he simply couldn't afford it. He was temporarily dead. In my mind, I just want to be a handyman disciple.

After getting acquainted with Fang Bai and Shi Ming, Huang Zhong gradually let go. Every time he brought food to the two of them, he would tell them about his unfortunate experiences.

After all, he has a young heart, and when he talks about his sadness, he becomes so sad that he bursts into tears, allowing Fang Bai and Shi Ming to comfort him.