Chapter 77: Useful Place

This is real snow, a thick layer covering the entire wilderness and mountains as far as the eye can see. The soles of pedestrians' feet are numb from the cold. More than thirty teenagers lined up in a loose formation, wearing heavy blue cotton-padded clothes. Carrying a rattan box on his back, he followed a strong man wearing an animal skin robe walking in the ice and snow.

Daliang Shen Xiuming looked at the white breath exhaled from his nostrils and said with a trembling voice: "Yangshen Peak is not that cold, Jinghu Village is even colder than this."

Xiaoqiu laughed loudly. When he first walked out of Yangshen Peak, he felt uncomfortable, but now he likes the harsh and pure cold. "You were not afraid of the cold when you were a child, but now you are not?"

"Anyone who has stayed in a place with spring all year round for three years will not be able to stand this kind of weather when he comes back. It's really strange, why are you not afraid of the cold? Look, you don't even blush."

Xiaoqiu opened the three fields, and after leaving the Yangshen Peak, all his potential was released. Not only was he not afraid of the cold, but he felt as light as a swallow. The other disciples were different. For example, Daliang only had seven orifices opened, and there were even some who had not opened any of them. They could not Fighting the severe cold, I can’t help but miss the ordinary Yangshen Peak even more.

The strong man walking in front stopped, turned around, and shouted to the teenagers: "Hurry up and take a few steps! You can reach the place of use after climbing over the mountain ridge in front."

"Can't the masters use magic to send us there?" Daliang felt that Pang Shan was really unkind.

Xiaoqiu pushed Daliang to speed up. He believed that once he entered Zhiyong, he might never be able to touch magic again in his life.

After trekking in the snow for more than a long time, everyone finally climbed up the mountain. Looking around, there was a large flat wilderness to the south of the mountains. This season, it was completely covered with ice and snow. There was only a small village near the foot of the mountain. A few wisps of smoke rise from the kitchen to welcome this year's newcomers.

The strong man stood on the side of the road. He had a thick body that looked like he was about thirty years old, but his face was weather-beaten, like a sixty-year-old man. The disciples of Yangshen Peak knew at the first sight that he was definitely not a cultivator.

"We're here." The strong man pointed to the village not far away, with the joy of returning home in his voice. "This is the place of use. From now on, you will farm, grow flowers, cut firewood, and graze here."

His conscience froze. This was not the place he imagined he could learn a trade. He ran a few steps and asked, "That's all? Isn't it possible to learn a trade?"

"Of course, which one of the things I just mentioned is not craftsmanship?" The strong man asked in surprise, "Most of our production here must be supplied to the immortals in Pangshan, and their requirements are very high."

"Then what if I leave Pangshan? Are these skills still useful?"

"Ha, anyone who has planted flowers in Pangshan is a sought-after person in any city."

Daliang felt a little relieved, so he followed the strong man and asked him about Zhiyongsuo.

The strong man's name is Zhang Qi. He is an amiable man. He is thirty-three years old this year. He has stayed in Zhiyong for ten years and is very familiar with everything inside. He has no Taoist roots and is full of curiosity about Yangshen Peak. He has listened to a hundred It was not enough, so I had a great time chatting with Daliang.

The accommodation conditions in Zhiyongsuo were very average. It was an old, low stone house with some places still leaking air. Seven or eight people could live on each kang. Everyone put down their rattan boxes and followed Zhang Qi to the village to find their way.

The dining room is a small kitchen. Every time when dinner is served, the door is opened, and the disciples take the food back to their rooms to eat. It is almost dusk, and the kitchen is busy with work. The food is fragrant. Daliang takes a deep breath and looks happy, " It seems to taste like meat, which is much better than Yangshen Peak.”

Then there are more than a dozen warehouses, most of which are used to store various herbs, firewood, and seasonal vegetables and fruits.

In the depth of winter, it is vacant.

There was a caretaker in the warehouse, and Xiaoqiu actually saw Xin Youtao at the door of a warehouse.

Because Xin Youtao was opportunistic during his practice, he was sent to the hospital very early. He didn't seem to care much about it. His face was expressionless, he was holding a bunch of keys in his hand, and he was wearing a thick leather jacket, with a fur collar blocking half of his body. His face looks like that of a young master from a wealthy family, but without a follower, he doesn't look like a prince at all.

He pretended not to recognize these disciples of the same year and did not say hello to anyone. Naturally, no one paid any attention to him.

In the middle of the village is a large rectangular house that occupies a large area and is taller than the surrounding houses. "This is the place where the scales are weighed. You have a quota for your daily work. For those who haven't finished it, I'm sorry, but the food needs to be reduced." Zhang Qi was afraid of scaring everyone, so he quickly added: "Don't worry, the work is very easy."

A man walked out of the big house. Zhang Qi pointed at the man and said, "This is the steward, he will arrange work for you.

The disciples all knew this person. Zhang Lingsheng from the Jinghu Village Hall was transferred to the Zhiyong Institute at some point. Xiaoqiu couldn't help but wonder what role Zhang Lingsheng played in the game between the master and the leader.

Zhang Lingsheng was still dressed as a Taoist priest, holding a book in his hand. He walked up to the crowd and began to call the names without saying anything, as if he didn't know any of these people.

Then he began to assign jobs. Most of them went to chop wood and split firewood. They would make other arrangements when winter turned to spring. Some people went to look after the flower gardens and warehouses. In Xiaoqiu, he volunteered before Zhang Lingsheng could say anything, "I can herd. I used to be a shepherd boy."

"Me too." Daliang rushed to say.

Daliang sighed in disappointment and did not dare to argue anymore.

It was getting dark, so Zhang Qi took his disciples back to the kitchen and left on his own.

The kitchen door was already open, but the food was not put out. Daliang grabbed the first position, beckoned Xiaoqiu over, and rubbed his hands together expectantly, "I haven't eaten meat in three years."

Groups of young men came along the road, many of whom looked familiar to Xiao Qiu. They were all Yangshen Peak disciples who were sent to Zhiyong Institute two years ago. When they saw the newcomers, no one came up to say hello, but stood aside and watched, as if the newcomers had made a big mistake.

Zhiyong Institute was indifferent to more than just the weather.

Daliang felt uncomfortable being stared at, and whispered: "Are we lining up too early?"

He guessed it right. Several tall and strong young men in their teens and 17s came over, glared at Daliang, and then cut in line and stood in front of him. Daliang retreated, and the whole team of newcomers followed suit, but more and more people cut in line, and more than 30 newcomers were finally squeezed to the end of the line.

When more than a hundred people in front had received their meals, there was only a little soup and mushy rice left in the kitchen. "Sorry, I didn't expect so many people today." The disciple who was in charge of serving the rice was also from Yangshen Peak. He looked at the team of newcomers with interest, without a trace of apology on his face.

Daliang swallowed the rice in a huge wooden bowl, "I can taste some meat. Let's start over, just as if we are back in Yelin Town. Brother Xiaoqiu, do you still need to chew thirty-six times?"

This is not Yelin Town. The wooden bowl and chopsticks must be cleaned up by themselves and left by their side from now on as their dining utensils.

As night fell, the children in the same room still kept their old habits and went to the kang to do evening exercises, but they could no longer "sit at different seats".

Xiaoqiu did not do evening exercises, but stood at the door and looked out, wanting to go out later to find a secluded place to practice boxing.

More than a dozen disciples walked side by side, occupying the entire road. Xiaoqiu couldn't help observing them. As Xin Youtao said, the two people in the middle swung their arms exaggeratedly. The people who were closer to the edge had less territory, and the swing of their arms was smaller, but their feet moved faster.

Zhou Ping, who had once fought with Xiao Qiu, was also among them, following at the rightmost edge. The space was too small for his sturdy body. If he wasn't careful, he would bump into the wall or be left behind. He had to hunch his shoulders, put his arms in front of him, and run in small steps to keep up.

The disciple who maintained the atmosphere of cultivation was gone. After more than half a year, Zhou Ping was no different from an ordinary teenager. He was excited about being able to mix into the most powerful circle, and there was no calm expression on his face.

The five houses of more than 30 newcomers were adjacent. Zhou Ping and others lined up in a row, just blocking the door. Many disciples around came out to watch the excitement. It seemed that this was some kind of routine.

"Come on, take out all the boxes. Everyone, cooperate a little and don't waste time." Zhou Ping shouted to every room, and finally stood in front of Xiao Qiu, "Ah, Mu Xingqiu, the genius disciple of Yangshen Peak, are you here to visit Zhiyong Institute in disguise?"

"No." Xiao Qiu said, and the newcomers ran out of the door, looking at more than ten visitors in panic, not understanding what was going on.

Zhou Ping snorted, stepped back a few steps, and said to all the newcomers: "The rules of Zhiyong Institute are that everything must be shared. Hurry up and move your boxes out."

A newcomer who used to be very familiar with Zhou Ping came over and said with a smile: "Zhou Ping, it's me..."

Zhou Ping waited until the man walked five steps in front of him, and suddenly kicked him out with a flying kick. His strong body was surprisingly flexible, "Fuck you, what are you doing?"

The newcomers were all shocked. What scared them most was not the kick, but the great change of Zhou Ping. He used to be one of the most disciplined disciples of Yangshen Peak, but now he is no different from a gangster.

The newcomer who was kicked down got up and quickly understood the new rules here. He ran into the room and moved out his rattan box. Others followed suit. Only Xiaoqiu's room was left untouched because he was standing at the door. Daliang and others couldn't move out the rattan box even if they wanted to.

Zhou Ping did not continue to threaten, but walked to a sturdy young man in the middle, pointed at Xiao Qiu and said, "Big Brother, this is Mu Xingqiu, who is said to be good at three fields, but was not favored by any department."

"Yeah."

"Me too, I failed to condense Qi into Dan in the Five Elements Department, so I came here."

"What a pity."

"Yeah. Are you good at fighting?"

"Not bad."

"Then let's have a fight."

Zhou Ping stood up to build momentum for Big Brother, "You guys watch, just based on Big Brother's performance today, it's worth you handing over the box. Big Brother has been in the Five Elements Department for five years. Although he is still a little short of condensing Qi into Dan, he has learned a lot of real skills, not the Yangshen Peak. Let me tell you..."

"Alright, finish the fight and divide the things quickly, I want to go to bed early." Big Brother interrupted Zhou Ping impatiently and waved at Xiao Qiu.

Daliang held Xiaoqiu and whispered, "Forget it, let them do it, there's no need to fight."

"Are you willing to hand over Erliang's relics?"

Daliang was silent.

Xiaoqiu walked to the opposite side of the eldest brother. Without the restraint of Yangshen Peak, he felt that his body was full of inexhaustible power. He believed that the other party was the same. Since he had been in the Five Elements Department for five years, he might have more power.

The eldest brother took a step forward casually, raised his right fist high, but his expression was extremely serious.

Xiaoqiu didn't understand what was going on. The other party's skills were too slow, so slow that he could look left and right before attacking.

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