Standing among a large group of people, Chen Zimeng looked at it. The clothes should be covered by villagers from nearby villages. Some were whispering softly, with uneasy faces, and some were excited, looking up at Song Zhi on the stone platform.

Chen Zimeng didn't think anything about it. He followed Li Yuan here and figured it out. Since it was definitely not that easy to leave here, let alone he didn't know where this was. If he ran away rashly, he might fall into a desperate situation. For the sake of the present, he had to stay.

Moreover, what he is in contact with now is a level that he has never thought about, what kind of group is the one who cultivates immortals? Cultivating immortals is the road to becoming immortals. So can he walk on this road?

A best habit for scholars is to think. They read and read from their father since childhood. At most, their father will give a question and ask them to think about it, and then tell them the answers they think about, and care about gains and losses, right and wrong. These are things that Chen Zimeng is most accustomed to.

In just a moment, Chen Zimeng decided that he would step on this fairy path and see what kind of scenery it was.

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Chen Zimeng fell silent and could not go to Chang'an for the time being.

"Quiet!"

On the stone platform, Song Zhi shouted softly, and everyone looked up at him. Some people in the crowd were somewhat nervous. Facing the unknown, people's greatest instinct is fear.

"This is the Baiye Sect, and you will be errand disciples from now on. On weekdays, you need to go to the back mountain to cut down pine trees. Each person needs to hand in thirty trees every day. If you don't play the task, you won't get food. The Baiye Sect will not raise idle people."

"What? Without food, how can we have the energy to cut trees?" A thin boy looked pale and said to Song Zhi.

"I can't control this. Whether you can get food depends on your own efforts." Song Zhi glanced at the young man who was talking, smiled coldly, and said disdainfully.

"What? If you can't complete the task, wouldn't you starve to death?"

"This is not what people do?"

"How can this be done?"

"I protest, I won't do it, let me go home."

The crowd immediately became turbulent, and many people even protested loudly, and many people were yelling to go home, but all the sounds disappeared without a trace under a flying sword.

A fiery red light hovered above Song Zhi's head, and you could see a sword emitting a fiery red light flying in the air.

Everyone was speechless and looked at the fiery red flying sword in horror. Chen Zimeng's pupils became bigger for a moment. This was the magic of immortals.

No one dared to say a word again, and on the stone platform, Song Zhi's face was gloomy and his eyes were extremely cold. Looking around, a cold voice slowly came out.

"You can't come here just by wanting to come or leave. When you come here, you are waiting for your luck. If you dare to make trouble, ask yourself if you are lucky enough."

"Everyone should do whatever they should do. It is best to do it well. If you don't do it well, you will be responsible for the consequences. I also advise you to stay quietly and escape from here. There are thousands of miles of mountains outside, and monsters are everywhere. If you don't want to become food for monsters, just work here honestly. If you do it well, you won't have to worry about eating and drinking."

"The sect is extremely generous to you. Everyone will teach you free qi training techniques. If you really have that fate of immortality, and you will become a member of us in the future, that is the opportunity to become an immortal. How many people can't help but not be satisfied?"

"Every year, there are a few things that don't know how to live or die. We have to try which one of our heads or my flying swords is stronger. Their fate is the food rations of monsters outside the mountain gate. I advise you not to mislead yourself and stay honest!"

No one dared to say another word. They were facing unimaginable power, and no one dared to try out what this power was. Many people lowered their heads and accepted their fate, but who knew that it was their good life?

Looking around, no one dared to speak anymore, and all showed fear and surrender. Song Zhi liked it very much. The feeling that the best people brought to people is always liked. Song Zhi was also very intoxicated in this environment. Although it was not what he wanted to come here to manage the servile disciples, it seemed pretty good.

After a pause, Song Zhi continued to speak.

"The hut behind you is your residence in the future. Tomorrow morning and at sunrise, you must all go to the back mountain. Who dares to be late or not? Humph, you know the consequences!"

"Now, get out of here. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do. That's you." With a finger, a strong man looked scared and looked at Song Zhi and didn't dare to say anything.

"Just now, you called out quite happily, so in the future, others cut thirty woods, and you cut forty woods, but you won't cut enough, you know."

Chen Zimeng looked at it and was the guy who had the biggest resistance just now. Unexpectedly, he was held in a grudge. It seemed that it would be very difficult for him to live in the future.

After hearing Song Zhi's words, the strong man's face turned extremely pale and he instantly knelt down to Song Zhi. "No! Master Immortal is here, please spare the villain's life! The villain will never dare to do it again."

"Don't worry, you can experience life here first! Hahaha." Song Zhi smiled, turned around and walked up the mountain. Where is the mountain, a small building stands quietly. The treatment of the servants and formal disciples can be seen at a glance.

No one dared to stay in the square anymore. Except for the unlucky guy who was punished by Song Zhi to cut forty trees and sat on the ground in a daze, everyone went to the hut.

Chen Zimeng looked at Song Zhi's back who was walking into the mid-mountain loft and frowned. It seemed that the cultivator would not care about the life and death of mortals. He turned to look at the strong man on the ground and sighed. He was such an unlucky guy.

Walking into the hut, Chen Zimeng was stunned by the scene in front of him. Is this where people live?

Two tables were placed horizontally in the middle, and dozens of beds were placed along the corner of the wall. Twenty beds were placed in a thatched hut. Twenty people lived together, took a deep breath, suppressing the depression in their hearts. Chen Zimeng walked towards the bed near the innermost wall. After asking, he was sure that there was no one here, so he sat down on it. But as soon as he sat down, Chen Zimeng got up instantly, and the simple bedding on the bed was emitting a very strong smell of musty smell.

Covering his nose, Chen Zimeng turned on the bed, pulled out all the bedding, and threw it out.

"Hey, brother, don't throw it away! What do you use to throw it away? You must know that this is only one." On the bed next to Chen Zimeng, a young man with a very good temperament quickly called Chen Zimeng who threw the bedding out.

"If you don't throw it away, how can you sleep?" Chen Zimeng asked,

"If you throw it away, how can you sleep?" The boy returned with a wry smile. "These beddings are just sensational. The smell is a bit big, but there is no way. There is only this set, and if you throw it away, it will be gone."

Chen Zimeng, who accepted his fate again, put down the bedding in his hand, threw it on the bed, and sat on it with no desire.

"In the lower house, Murong Yicang, you can call me Murong or Yicang. I don't know the name of my brother?" Looking at Chen Zimeng who was depressed, Murong Yicang bowed and said.

"Chen Zimeng, Brother Murong just call me Zimeng." Chen Zimeng said with a bow.

"Okay, I'll just say loudly. Zi Meng, let me introduce you to Wang Lin, this is Shang Chi, Bai Dao, Li Yi, the fat man over there, named Zhong Fei. It's just as his name." Murong Yicang smiled, turned around and introduced the people around to Chen Zi Meng.

Looking at the people around, Chen Zimeng bowed and greeted him, "Everyone, I am Chen Zimeng, so polite."

"Brother Chen, you don't have to be polite. My name is Bai Dao. From now on, everyone will be brothers. I hope Brother Chen will take care of you and support you together." Bai Dao is the kind of person who is enthusiastic and familiar to others. He returned the favor to Chen Zimeng Yi and then said with a smile.

The other few people also stepped forward, and the seven people started chatting with each other, and during this period, Chen Zimeng also received a lot of information.

Murong Yicang and the others were all forcibly arrested by a group of people. It was probably what Song Zhi mentioned earlier, Senior Brother Zhang and his group. Chen Zimeng couldn't understand why immortal cultivators wanted to arrest people as disciples. If they needed to recruit disciples, there would be news that many people, from high-ranking officials and peddlers would come to the scene with all their might, and it would be so troublesome.

Chen Zimeng raised his questions to everyone, and Murong Yicang smiled, "This, I know that a little bit of the reason."

“What’s the reason?”
Chapter completed!