In the hut, Shang Chi and Wang Lin moved several beds to each other, and the seven people formed a circle, looking at Murong Yicang with curiosity on their faces. After looking at the people around him, Murong Yicang smiled slightly and then told everyone.

"I heard from those formal disciples that it is not that they don't want to recruit, but that no one is willing to come."

"Why no one is willing to come?" Chen Zimeng was slightly stunned, and the rest were the same.

"I don't know this, but if you can become formal disciples and embark on the path of cultivation, you might know it." Murong Yicang said to everyone, "Tomorrow, you will start working too. I came several days earlier than you and worked for a few days. I have to remind you that life is very hard, and everyone must be mentally prepared."

Upon hearing this, I remembered what Song Zhi said that if you can’t hand over thirty wood, you won’t get food. The whole person’s face changed.

After looking at a few people, Murong Yicang smiled and said, "Don't worry too much about food. In fact, the food will be distributed every morning, but the amount is not large. At noon, it depends on how much wood you cut and how much food you have provided to you. In the evening, it depends on whether you have cut thirty woods."

"But even so, it's still very difficult to deal with. Every day, many people fainted from hunger. It's really too much work!" After sighing, Murong Yicang turned around and walked towards his bed, lay down and started to rest.

At this time, Chen Zimeng realized that it was already evening.

I smiled bitterly, but I don’t know whether this experience was a blessing or a disaster.

Silence all night, and the next day came, and Chen Zimeng was woken up by Shang Chi early, and then followed everyone to the back mountain. Looking at the dense forest, Chen Zimeng took a deep breath.

Song Zhi appointed a few people who had been here before to act as supervisors to direct everyone's work, and he returned to the attic.

After arrangement, Chen Zimeng went to Nanpo, holding a chopping axe in his hand, and Murong Yicang was also accompanied by Murong Yicang. The two of them had no choice but to choose a pine wood that was easier to cut, and Chen Zimeng began to cut down.

At the beginning, there was always strength, but as time passed, Chen Zimeng felt that his hands could not be raised. He turned around and saw three pine trees sparsely placed behind him.

This is the result of the morning.

Murong Yicang, who was standing beside him, turned around and sat down to rest after successfully cutting down a pine wood. He looked at Chen Zimeng, "Zi Meng, you are a scholar, right?"

"It made Brother Murong laugh. A scholar who has no strength and cutting trees is far from enough." After a bitter smile, Chen Zimeng could only shake his head. He was indeed not very satisfied with himself. No matter how much he reads and reads, it is almost useless to get here. He is less than thirty trees and has no place to finish supper. Even if he is full of knowledge, he can't resist the taste of hunger.

The saints have taught so much, but they have not taught us how to avoid starvation.

"Zi Meng, don't be discouraged. Actually, I was even worse than you on the first day. I didn't cut off a tree in the morning. I was really hungry that day. Like Zhong Fei, he didn't cut off a tree. He almost hanged after being hungry for a day."

"You cut down three trees the first morning, and it's really good compared to us."

Pulling a piece of grass from the side and put it in your mouth. Murong Yicang fell on the grass and looked at the sky with deep eyes.

"Zi Meng, if you want to escape here, don't just think about completing the task and taking out the qi practice formula. You must succeed in practicing qi! That is the way out. Otherwise, as mortals, we may have to die of exhaustion on this mountain in our life, and no one will care about it."

After falling silent, Chen Zimeng remembered a book he got last night, with the cover of Qi training. When he opened it, it was written in ancient Chinese.

Fortunately, Chen Zimeng could understand it. Many errand disciples didn't even know the words. When they got the booklet, they knew it was a priceless cultivation book, but they couldn't understand it. When asked about others, they were mostly people who couldn't even know the words.

But I could understand the words, and Chen Zimeng sat cross-legged and meditated carefully, but felt nothing.

Although I knew that it was impossible for me to understand the martial arts overnight, I was still very disappointed.

Practice Qi in the spirit, keep your heart in the world, and everything is the same

This is the first passage on the Qi Practice Order. Until now, Chen Zimeng hasn't understood what it means. He asked some people, but all he got was cold eyes and full of contempt. Even if you want to become an immortal, just dream!

Everyone cares about themselves and has no extra thoughts about others. The heavy work is enough to defeat some people's original intentions and will eventually become people who only know how to work but not pursue anything.

Losing hope is the most terrifying thing. Walking in the darkness cannot see light can best destroy people's hearts.

At noon, the sun was so fierce that everyone hid under the trees to enjoy the cool air. Holding the buns in their hands, Chen Zimeng looked depressedly at the shade of the trees not far away. Zhong Fei was completely sank on the ground, screaming weakly, and she kept silent, and the sound was not loud, but it was close to Chen Zimeng, which was annoying.

What I couldn't stand was the eyes that almost emitted a thick green light, staring at the bun in Chen Zimeng's hand, and saliva flowed all over the floor.

"Brother Meng, can you give me a bite? Just one bite!"

"Brother Meng, don't pay attention to this fat man. Who told him not to work hard and eat a lot? Shang Chi and I gave him everything, and he was still hungry." Bai Dao was beside him, looking at Zhong Fei moaning on the ground with a blue face, and said without any worries.

Wang Lin has always been quiet. Chen Zimeng has never heard him say much since he met him, but even so, Wang Lin still scolded Zhong Fei. "I said fat, you can't lose weight. If you embark on the road of immortal cultivation in the future, wouldn't this fat body make people laugh out loud?"

Li Yi also agreed on the side, "That's it."

Bai Dao, Shang Chi, Wang Lin, Li Yi, and Zhong Fei, all of them happened to be from the same place. Interestingly, Zhong Fei was originally a young master from a rich man's family, and the rest knew him, even his father's tenant.

After coming here, everyone was placed on an equal plane in an instant. Murong Yicang originally thought that the five of them would have a big conflict, but unexpectedly, Li Yi and others took good care of Zhong Fei.

After asking, I found out that although Zhong Fei's family was a very wealthy family in the village, they were extremely generous and generous. They rented the land to tenants at a very low price every year, and would not even ask for rent in years that were not well-funded.

Zhong Fei is the only son and is also a very kind person in the village with his father. So after coming here, Li Yi and his friends were grateful for the kindness of Zhong Fei's family and always gave him excellent care.

Several people will complete their work together every day and will cut one more portion to complete his work for Zhong Fei.

Zhong Fei eats a lot, and Li Yi and the others will also divide their own food. Zhong Fei is also very grateful to them. After a while, everyone becomes very good friends and often argues with each other. The one who talks and laughs the most is Zhong Fei's fat body, who always jokes about others as his name is indeed fat.

Zhong Fei never got angry. Every time he smiled and showed off his fat body to everyone, saying that fat is the most handsome man, and only fat body can charm thousands of girls.

With a wry smile, Chen Zimeng handed over the bun in his hand. Zhong Fei was very happy and didn't care about any politeness. He thanked him repeatedly and then started to chew. It seemed that he was really hungry.

"Hey, I said fat man, why can't you lose weight if you do so much work every day?" Chen Zimeng smiled slightly and said to Zhong Fei.

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and Zhong Fei also expressed an extremely angry expression. She rolled up her sleeves and revealed a very white and round arm. "Why didn't it? Brother Meng, look, I have lost several pounds, how many good things I have to eat to make up for it!"

"I'll make up? Look at you, you're so fat, you can't walk anymore!"

"How can it be?" Hehe smiled, Zhong Fei ignored everyone and started to sleep. Everyone under the tree gradually became quiet. Some people got up and fell asleep, while some people were lying in the sky with deep eyes.

Chen Zimeng, sitting cross-legged on the ground, gently closed his eyes. Murong once said that practicing Qi to become a cultivator is the only way to get out. Calm down and carefully understand.

Practicing Qi and practicing immortality was far away before, but now it is close to you, but it has been unable to understand the truth for a long time.

Huh~

Take a breath, stop thinking too much errands, let go of your thoughts, and calm down. Chen Zimeng repeatedly followed the qi practice formula.

The world is full of spiritual energy. The spiritual energy creates all things, nourishes all things, and is all fantastic and wonderful when swallowing and spitting.

All things in the world have their own principles, and everything moves have their own ways. When the empty body sits with its own silence, time passes especially quickly.

After returning to the hut after working hard one day, he didn't care about anything else and sat on the bed. Chen Zimeng began to feel cross-legged again. He was very curious about practicing.

On the one hand, Murong Yicang and Li Yi looked at him with admiration. No one had ever seen such a desperate person who practiced so hard. They admired Chen Zimeng very much. Originally, they saw that the formula for practicing Qi was an ancient book, and they couldn't even understand the content. Chen Zimeng taught them word by word, but that's all, but after practicing once or twice, he didn't feel any spiritual energy at all. Li Yi and his friends gradually stopped practicing hard.

At least he doesn't practice like Chen Zimeng who forgets to eat and sleep.
Chapter completed!