Zhao Xiang couldn't laugh or cry, but then he thought about it, the divine ring was indeed reasonable, so he didn't feel dissatisfied.

Within a moment, he heard the sound of the door opening, and quickly collected his mind and relaxed his whole body.

Zhao Xiang understands the truth that an ordinary man is not guilty of having a treasure in his possession. No matter at any time, especially now, when dangers are everywhere and cunning is rampant, it is even more necessary. He must not reveal the information that he is carrying a treasure.

A skinny boy, about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing gray clothes and with a tired face, pushed the door open and came in.

The weak backlight from behind the door made his slender and thin body blurry, showing a sad vicissitude that was extremely disproportionate to his age.

Only the dark and translucent eyes seemed to hint at the purity and sincerity that this young man should have.

Before stepping into the threshold of cultivation, Zhao Xiang would not have been able to see the young man's facial expression clearly in such a weak light.

However, now, after being transformed, tempered, and improved by the remnant soul left by the unknown old man in the divine ring, he has jumped from an ordinary boy of only ten years old to the third level of the cultivator's Qi Condensation Stage.

Therefore, his eyesight is naturally far superior to that of these so-called outer sect disciples. Even with the young disciple Tang Biao who has entered the sixth level of Qi Condensation stage, he is comparable to or even slightly stronger.

At this moment, if he is given a low-grade flying sword and given a little training, Zhao Xiang can definitely control the flying sword and fly freely. However, although Zhao Xiang knows this in his heart, in order to hide his strength, he has to reluctantly give up.

Just think about it in my mind.

The dark-eyed boy opened the door and came in. He suddenly looked up and saw Zhao Xiang sitting by the bed, and his long black eyebrows moved.

However, he quickly adjusted his mood, took out a flint from his pocket, and struck it several times before lighting up the pine nut lamp hanging on the wall.

He clasped his hands on his chest, looked at Zhao Xiang carefully, sighed, ignored him, lay down and fell asleep.

Zhao Xiang didn't take it to heart at all. He touched his belly that was flattened by hunger. Thinking of the ten stones of wood that he had to deliver tomorrow, he didn't know whether he could complete this task even if he got up early.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Xiang took out the dried sweet potatoes from the package and chewed them with gusto.

Perhaps the crunching sound of chewing dried sweet potatoes alarmed the boy on the bed opposite. From the corner of Zhao Xiang's eyes, he caught a glimpse of him turning over, then pushing his hands back, he quickly sat up, with his mouth half-opened and his eyes

Staring straight at the pieces of dried sweet potato in his hand.

The black-eyed boy swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva, his eyes seemed to be stuck on the dried sweet potato in Zhao Xiang's hand, and he stammered:

"Yes, can you give me a few pieces... to eat?"

Zhao Xiang threw a few pieces over casually:

"Okay, eat it. If it's not enough, I have some more here to keep you full."

The young man caught the dried sweet potatoes thrown by Zhao Xiang with both hands, stuffed three or four slices into his mouth, and devoured all the dried sweet potatoes thrown by Zhao Xiang.

Zhao Xiang saw this and threw a few more pieces over.

The young boy grabbed it like a hungry wolf and stuffed it into his mouth haphazardly. Then he jumped out of bed, grabbed the cup on the table beside the bed, poured two glasses of water, and drank it in his stomach.

"Damn it, grandpa, I haven't had anything to eat for three days. That little bitch, Wu Renyi, is trying to deprive me of my rations. Brother, thank you. Hey, what's your name?"

The boy was rubbing his belly, his eyes gleaming with anger, and he was cursing fiercely.

Zhao Xiang reported his name.

"Are you Zhao Xiang?" The young man was stunned for a moment and blurted out, "That Zhao Xiang with mediocre qualifications as a Hunlinggen? The Zhao Xiang who got into the Wuyue Sect by opening the back door and sharpening his head?... Hehe, Wu Renyi put these together

The news is spreading everywhere, let me see you, hey, this time the outer disciples are so strong that they are so red."

Seeing Zhao Xiang's embarrassed expression in the flickering light, the young man felt ashamed and patted his head.

He laughed softly:

"Brother, it seems that you are only eleven or twelve years old, right? My name is Zhang Qiang, and I am fifteen this year. Now, there is no outer disciple who doesn't know you. Don't blame me for saying that just now. To be honest, I am quite

I admire you for coming to the Five Sacred Mountains Sect at such a young age. It’s amazing. What’s wrong with the mixed spiritual roots? Can’t you practice spirituality or immortality? Those guys with water spiritual roots, golden spiritual roots, etc., didn’t achieve enlightenment until they died.

Yes, aren’t there a lot of people here?”

The expression on Zhao Xiang's face changed slightly, he smiled silently and threw a few slices of dried sweet potatoes to Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang took it easily, put a piece in his mouth, and chewed it leisurely.

"Zhao Xiang, keep it for yourself, you just came here," he said with an embarrassed expression, "I don't understand a lot of things. Wu Chiren, the crooked disciple in charge, has sores on his head and pus on his feet, and his stomach is full of bad water, etc.

You'll know after you do the work tomorrow. It's his grandma's fault. He simply doesn't regard us outer disciples as human beings."

"Ah?! Is Wu a cannibal? Or a shameless person?"

Zhao Xiang was stunned, and the guy in charge of the outer disciples, who was euphemistically named Wu Renyi, immediately appeared in front of his eyes. His attitude towards him changed three times in the blink of an eye, and he immediately felt that the title of "Wu Eater" or "Shameless Man" was magical.

Wow, it has to be him. It seems like this name was tailor-made for people like him.

But he was really not sure whether the other person was talking about him, so he raised his head and looked at Zhang Qiang with dark eyes.

"Have you seen him? He is Wu Renyi, who is responsible for arranging the work of the outer disciples." Zhang Qiang spat on the ground and gritted his teeth. "He is also an outer disciple, but he climbed up by talking and talking. It is said that he has already achieved success."

Some kind of cultivation technique. Even though he looks handsome, his methods of dealing with outer disciples are extremely ruthless, and everyone calls him that in private."

Zhao Xiang began to sort out the packages on the bed:

"I know exactly which one you are talking about. Today I went to the general manager's office to report and saw him. He told me to chop ten stones of wood every day from tomorrow on, otherwise I will get three meals for free."

"Ah?" Zhang Qiang, who was standing by the bed, sat down on the edge of the bed in surprise and worry, "Brother, could it be that you have some kind of deep grudge against him?"

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Xiang's hand that was tying the slip knot at the mouth of the package stopped and he looked at the other party with a puzzled look on his face.

A very bad premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

Zhang Qiang stared at Zhao Xiang for a long time, and finally looked at him with extreme sympathy and said helplessly:

"You must have offended that Wu Chiren. Back then, because I had a few quarrels with him, he repaired me and cut wood for half a year. I didn't even get to eat for a few times. It was so miserable that I had to go to the mountains behind.

Even thinking about it now makes me cringe to make a living by finding wild fruits and poaching bird eggs. Ten stones per day, that is such a terrifying number, how could it be possible? Besides, you are so tall and big, oh my God,

Forget it, forget it, I won’t eat your dry food, you should keep it for yourself, in the future, alas..."

Seeing Zhao Xiang's increasingly gloomy gaze, Zhang Qiang swallowed what he said, lifted his buttocks from the edge of the bed, walked up to Zhao Xiang, and stuffed all the remaining dried sweet potato chips into Zhao Xiang's hand.

Zhang Qiang looked at Zhao Xiang with pitiful eyes again.

He sighed deeply, turned back to the bed, covered himself with the quilt again and lay down.

After a while, Zhang Qiang fell into sleep.

Zhao Xiang heard the other person's even breathing, and from time to time heard the sound of his teeth gently clicking together.

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