This is real snow, a thick layer that covers the entire wilderness and mountains that are within your eyes. It makes the pedestrians' feet numb. More than thirty teenagers line up in loose formations, wearing thick blue cotton coats and carrying rattan boxes, walking in the ice and snow with a strong man in a long robe in animal skin.

Daliang Chen Xiuming looked at the white air exhaled from his nostrils and said tremblingly: "Yangshen Peak is not that cold, Jinghu Village is better than this."

Xiaoqiu laughed loudly. When he first walked out of the Yangshen Peak, he felt uncomfortable, but now he fell in love with this rough and pure cold. "When you were a child, you were not afraid of the cold, but now you can't do it?"

"No one can stay in a place with spring for three years, and he will not be able to stand this kind of weather when he comes back. It's so strange, why are you not afraid of the cold? Look at your face is not even red."

Xiaoqiu opened up the three fields and released all the potential after leaving Yangshen Peak. Not only was he not afraid of the cold, but he felt as relaxed as a swallow. Other disciples were different. For example, Daliang only opened his seven orifices, and there were even people who had not opened any of them. They could not resist the severe cold and could not help but miss the ordinary Yangshen Peak.

The strong man walking in front stopped and turned around and shouted at the teenagers: "Go ahead and take a few steps! Climbing the mountains in front is the place to use it."

"Can't we use magic to send us here?" Daliang felt that Pang Shan was really unkind.

Xiaoqiu pushed Daliang to speed up his pace. He believed that once he entered the office, he might never be able to get into spells in his life.

After trekking in the snow for more than a day, everyone finally climbed up the mountain. Looking around, there was a large area of ​​gentle fields south of the mountains. This season was covered with ice and snow. Only a small village was located near the foot of the mountain, with several wisps of smoke rising to welcome the newcomers this year.

The strong man stood by the roadside, his body was thick and he looked like he was about thirty years old, but his face was covered with weather, as if he was sixty years old. The disciples of Yangshen Peak knew at first that he was definitely not a practitioner.

"Here." The strong man pointed to the village not far away, with the joy of going home in his voice, "This is the place for use. In the future, you will farm, raise flowers, chop firewood, and grazing here."

Dalian felt a chill in his heart. This was not the place he imagined that he could learn a craft. He ran a few steps and asked, "That's all? Can't he learn a craft?"

"Of course, which one I just mentioned is not a craft?" the strong man asked in surprise, "Most of our production here is to supply Pangshan's immortals, and their requirements are very high."

"What if I leave Pangshan? Are these skills still useful?"

"Ha, those who have planted flowers in Pangshan are popular figures in any city."

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

The strong man named Zhang Qi, is a kind and amiable man. He has been in Zhiyong for ten years and is very familiar with everything inside. He has no roots and is full of curiosity about Yangshen Peak. Listening to it a hundred times is not enough, so he chats with Daliang very happily.

The accommodation conditions at Zhiyong House are very average. There are old and low stone houses, and some places are still leaking. Seven or eight people have to live in a kang. Everyone put down their rattan boxes and followed Zhang Qi to the village to recognize the way.

The dining room is a small kitchen. Whenever the meal starts, the door opens and the disciples get the meal back to the room to eat. It is almost dusk and the kitchen is busy, and the food is full of fragrance. Daliang took a deep breath and showed a happy face, "It seems to have a meaty smell, which is much better than Yangshen Peak."

Next were more than a dozen warehouses, most of which were used to store various herbs, as well as firewood and timely vegetables and fruits. In the deep winter, they were vacant.

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

Xin Youtao was sent to the Yiyong Shop very early because he took advantage of his tricks while practicing. He didn't seem to care much about his appearance, and he was expressionless. He was holding a bunch of keys in his hand and wearing a thick fur coat. His fur collar blocked half of his face. He looked like a young man from a wealthy family, but he lacked a follower and didn't look like a prince at all.

He pretended not to know these disciples of the same year and did not say hello to anyone, so naturally no one paid attention to him.

In the middle of the village is a large rectangular house with a wide area, which is higher than the surrounding houses. "This is a place for weighing. You have a fixed amount of work every day. Sorry, the food needs to be reduced." Zhang Qi was afraid to scare everyone, so he added: "Don't worry, the work is easy."

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

All the disciples knew this person. Zhang Lingsheng from Jinghu Village Pavilion was transferred to the Yidian Institute. Xiaoqiu couldn't help but think, wondering what role Zhang Lingsheng played in the game between Grandmaster and the First.

Zhang Lingsheng was still dressed as a Taoist priest, holding a book in his hand, walked up to everyone, and started to call out without saying a word, as if he didn't know any of these people.

Then he started to send work, most of them went to chop wood, chop wood, and then arranged separately until winter went to spring, and some people went to guard the flowerbed and warehouse. When it was Xiaoqiu, he volunteered without waiting for Zhang Lingsheng to speak, "I can grazle, I used to be a shepherd boy."

"So too." Daliang rushed to say.

"Grace?" Zhang Lingsheng's fingers slid back and forth on the book, "Mu Xingqiu, go to the West Mountain to release the horses. Shen Xiuming, chop wood."

Daliang sighed in disappointment and did not dare to fight again.

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

The kitchen door was already open, but the food was not put out. Daliang was in the first position and waved his hand to call Xiaoqiu over, rubbing his hands with anticipation, "I haven't eaten meat for three years."

There were groups of teenagers walking from the road, many of whom Xiao Qiu looked familiar. They were all Yangshen Peak disciples who were sent to the Zhiyongshen Institute two years ago. When they saw the newcomers, no one came up to say hello, but instead stood aside and watched, as if the newcomers had made a big mistake.

It is not just the weather that makes you feel cold.

Daliang was stared at and whispered: "Are we queuing too early?"

He guessed it. Several tall and strong young men of seventeen or eighteen years old came over, glared at Daliang, and then stepped in front of him. Daliang retreated, and the entire team of newcomers retreated, but more and more people were sent in the line, and more than thirty newcomers were finally squeezed to the end of the team.

After more than a hundred people in front received the meal, there was only a little soup and rice left in the kitchen. "Sorry, I didn't expect there would be so many people today." The disciples who were in charge of serving the rice were also from Yangshen Peak, looking at a group of newcomers interestingly, without any apology on their faces.

The huge wooden bowl was filled with vegetable soup and rice, and Daliang ate it all in a hurry, "I really tasted a little meaty taste. Oh, let's start over, just pretend we're back to Yelin Town. Brother Xiaoqiu, do you have to chew thirty-six more times?"

"Okay, okay, hurry up and finish the assignment. I still want to go to bed early." The eldest brother interrupted Zhou Ping impatiently and waved to Xiaoqiu.

Daliang grabbed Xiaoqiu and whispered, "Forget it, forget it for them, you won't have to fight."

"Would you like to hand over Erliang's relics?"

Daliang said nothing.

Xiaoqiu walked to the opposite of the eldest brother, without the constraints of Yangshen Peak. He felt that his body was filled with endless 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 strength.

The eldest brother took a casual step over, raised his right fist high, but his expression seemed extremely serious.

Xiaoqiu didn't understand what was going on. The opponent's skills were too slow, so slow that he could look around and then strike back.
Chapter completed!