Six hundred and seventeenth chapters back and forth
Chapter 617: Going back on one's word
Above the sky, among the white clouds, stood two monks.
The two were about the same age, both around thirty years old. They wore exactly the same clothes, and it could be seen that they were both people with the same identity. One of them was no stranger to Han Bin, it was Zhu who he had met half an hour ago.
Cool. As for the identity of the other person, he is also the general manager of a continent.
The clouds the two of them stepped on were actually a spell that accelerated flight speed.
This spell is widely used in the center of the star field, and it is called the Cloud Control Technique. It is not difficult to perform the Cloud Control Technique. Through the pinch of the spell, the power of heaven and earth is communicated, and a white cloud is condensed. Then, stepping on the white cloud, volleying in the sky
Flying. The white clouds are extremely graceful when flying. Looking at them at a glance, they look like an immortal flying in the sky.
However, although this spell looks good, it can only fly on the planet. Because Baiyun's defense is extremely weak, once it enters the starry sky, it will be defeated by the energy in the starry sky. Not only that, Baiyun's speed cannot be compared with that of the compass.
, Under normal circumstances, it can only fly at half the speed of a compass. However, those with high cultivation levels can use clouds to increase their speed. It is said that those who are strong in the Earth Spirit Stage can control white clouds at a speed that is close to that of the best compasses.
The two people on the cloud looked at each other, and Zhu Shuang said: "Brother Zhu Zheng, you are my only brother since I came here, and I can trust you. I also told you about the situation just now, that boy gave me a lot
thing, and I also promised him to give him a good job. But as you can see, this guy has too much perseverance and must be extraordinary. I'm afraid that after giving him a good job, he will do well and take my place.
What do you think should be done?"
Zhu Zheng was also a smart man, and he understood the whole story in a blink of an eye. He laughed and said: "Brother Zhu Shuang, I can understand how you feel in your heart. But you have to understand that monks like us, who appear to be beautiful on the surface, are actually
In front of the orthodox Zhu family disciples, we are also slaves. If we are not careful, we will die..."
Zhu Shuang sighed and said: "I understand everything you said, but you also understand my character. Although sometimes I am greedy for ###, I can almost do what I said." He paused for a moment.
, and said: "If I can't do what I promised him, I'm afraid I'll feel guilty. Will it affect my cultivation?"
Hearing this, Zhu Zheng laughed, but said nothing.
Zhu Shuang frowned and said, "Brother, why are you laughing?"
"What you said is so interesting, why don't I laugh?" Zhu Zheng touched the beard on his chin and said in a serious voice, "Brother, you and I are both people who have been through this before. We have never seen anything like this. You also said it just now,
If you give him the position of a first-class slave and he does a good job, he will take your place. Let’s not talk about whether he has thought about taking your place. If one day, he really does, what will happen to you?
What will happen?"
"This..." Zhu Shuang hesitated for a moment and said truthfully, "If I do well, my status will be improved and I may become a formal disciple. If I don't do well, or I will be reported by him, I will probably be demoted.
Slaves. In serious cases, they may even be killed on the spot..."
"That's right." Zhu Zheng nodded, "Since you see it so clearly, brother, I will tell the truth. It can be seen from the fact that he endured the pain and quickly went down the mountain. This person has great perseverance, and this great perseverance
, it is definitely not what we can imagine. Such people are extraordinary. As long as they do something, they will definitely do their best."
"To put it bluntly, brother, you haven't done much at all over the years." Zhu Zheng said solemnly, "Although I don't know what the commander thinks, but if it were me, I would definitely reuse him and give up on you."
He changed the topic, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said solemnly: "So, you must not let him get a high position. It is no different from digging your own grave."
Hearing this, Zhu Shuang broke into a cold sweat on his back and said in horror: "Then, what should I do now?"
Zhu Zheng's eyes flashed and he said word by word: "It's very simple. Let him be a slave, and the most tiring and painful kind. Let him die from fatigue. In this case, he will never be able to stand up and have no influence.
Your status on the Fire Spirit Continent." When he said this, he thought of something, and reminded: "No poison, no husband, this is a world of survival of the fittest. If you, brother, are soft-hearted, maybe in a few years, you will be like me.
The one we are chatting with is not you, brother, but him..."
Zhu Shuang sighed, cupped his fists and said, "Brother Zhu Zheng, you are right, I know how to do it."
"As long as you know what to do, don't be impulsive and ruin your bright future." Zhu Zheng smiled slightly and said, "You and I have been in this position for more than 8,000 years! As long as we don't make any big mistakes, we will be fine."
In more than a thousand years, you and I will be able to become disciples of other surnames, and by that time, we will be able to practice advanced magic."
When he heard the words "profound magic", Zhu Shuang's eyes lit up and he hurriedly said: "Brother Zhu Zheng, don't worry, we will definitely get there."
The two said a few more words, and Zhu Zheng clasped his fists, soared into the clouds, and flew straight to a continent not far away.
Zhu Shuang was suspended in the sky, looking at Han Bin who had reached the foot of the mountain, and said coldly: "Little brother, I'm sorry for you. Only by sacrificing you can I get there." After saying that, a light flashed on his body,
The clouds suddenly became transparent. A gust of wind blew, the clouds dissipated, and he himself returned to the house.
At this moment, Han Bin was standing at the foot of the mountain, looking at the valley ahead.
This valley is astonishingly large, about a mile long, and there are countless caves on the mountain walls on both sides. Slaves from thousands of miles away live here. At this moment, the sun is setting on the west mountain, and the sky and night are gradually getting darker. Groups of slaves collecting herbs are gathering.
Carrying a hoe and other tools on his back, he walked slowly towards the entrance of the valley with heavy steps.
This group of people includes both men and women, ranging in age from twenty to fifty years old, and there are almost no elderly people over fifty years old. The women are generally young, and most of them are over fifteen years old and under thirty years old.
Appearance. The age here is naturally not their real age, but their apparent age.
Without exception, this group of people were all dressed in ragged clothes and looked tired, as if they had done a lot of heavy work. Most of their clothes were torn, and some even had marks of whips on their bodies. If you look closely, you can see from
Traces of blood can be seen in the cracks of the broken clothes. In serious cases, you can even see bones.
Of course, the women in the crowd are slightly better. Their clothes are still intact, and their expressions are not as tired as the men. However, if you look carefully, you will be surprised to find that the women’s hair is messy, as if they have been humiliated.
Most of the women are like this, only a few of them have neat hair. But without exception, the women here are all extremely ugly.
At the end of the crowd, there were more than a dozen monks. These people were cleanly dressed and held either whips or long swords in their hands. Those whips were stained with blood, and the same was true on the swords. Some of the blood had not yet solidified, and was dripping from the swords.
Slowly sliding down. The most ironic thing is that the monk holding the whip and sword was still talking and laughing, not caring at all about killing someone just now.
Regarding the relationship between slaves and slaves, Han Bin also heard from Zhu Shuang. As for the difference in the clothes they wore, he also learned from the jade slips. Han Bin could see at a glance that the clothes in front were ragged and the breasts of the clothes were ragged.
Those who have a huge word "servant" written on their fronts are all slaves. Those who hold whips and swords and have a black word "servant" written on their chests are slaves.
It is not difficult to distinguish the ranks of slaves. Just look at the size of the word "servant" on the chest of the clothes. The larger the word "servant", the lower the rank, and vice versa. The higher the rank. The word "servant" on the chest of first-class slaves only refers to children.
The size of a fist. As for the third-class slaves, they are as big as an adult's head.
After a while, tens of thousands of slaves walked to the valley. Most of them, perhaps because they were too tired and wanted to go back to rest, walked to their caves without even looking at Han Bin. And those women who were not tired,
Then he took another look at Han Bin. Their eyes were exactly the same, not only sympathetic, but sympathetic.
Such sympathetic eyes were like a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into Han Bin's heart.
Han Bin's body trembled, and he suddenly felt that the life of this slave can be described in four words, life is worse than death. At this moment, Han Bin finally understood why Wang An tried his best to dissuade him after he said that the main star in front of him was a slave. Indeed, as Wang
As An said, the possibility of surviving in a place like this is extremely slim.
At this moment, Han Bin could only pray that Zhu Shuang could keep his promise. But he didn't know that Zhu Shuang had already betrayed him.
Han Bin stood there blankly, watching the slaves walking into the valley. It was not until they disappeared from sight and a slave's sharp shout came that he finally recovered.
A second-class servant walked up to Han Bin in a few steps, waving his whip. He looked at Han Bin for a moment and said sarcastically: "Are you new here?"
Han Bin was startled and said subconsciously: "Yes."
This second-class slave has a great reputation among the slaves in the Fire Spirit Continent. His reputation is not that he is very kind to the slaves and makes the slaves grateful, but quite the opposite. He is extremely cruel and can be described as a scorpion-hearted person.
It's not an exaggeration. Secretly, the slaves gave him a nickname - Poisonous Scorpion.
Venomous Scorpion circled around Han Bin, then smiled and said: "The new ones are good, I like the new ones." After saying that, he changed the topic and chuckled: "Boy, I'm too lazy to tell you.
Nonsense, do you know the rules here?"
"Rules?" Han Bin frowned and asked in confusion, "What rules?"
Venomous Scorpion was very dissatisfied with Han Bin's answer. He glared at Han Bin and snorted: "Little guy, you don't even understand the rules here. I think you are impatient. If you hadn't just taken it,
Pill, you can't work in the fields for three days. I have already made you understand what it means to live worse than death."
Killing intent flashed through Han Bin's eyes, but he said in a flattering manner: "Sir, I just came here and I don't understand the situation here at all. Please remind me."
Hearing this, Poisonous Scorpion's angry expression became slightly better, and he nodded and said: "We don't accept slaves at this time. You can come at this time, which shows that you are not comparable to ordinary monks. So be it! Show your sincerity, I will wait for you.
It will also make it easier to take care of you in the future." When he spoke, he deliberately emphasized the word "care", and the meaning in his words was self-evident.
Han Bin smiled bitterly in his heart. He still couldn't understand the meaning of the other party's words. As the saying goes, the devil is easy to meet, but the devil is difficult to deal with. This is the situation now. However, the only thing to do now is to be good.
As long as you live, the rest of the things you have are all external possessions. When you become stronger in the future, it will not be too late to take them back.
Thinking of this, Han Bin didn't waste any time. He patted the storage bag on his waist, took out hundreds of spirit stones, handed them to the other party and said, "Sir, I don't know if these are enough..."
Poisonous Scorpion glanced at the spirit stone that Han Bin took out, but obviously didn't pay attention to it. He snorted coldly: "Low-level spiritual powers also want me to take care of you. I think you want to be taken care of by a whip!"
As soon as these words came out, the people behind Poisonous Scorpion burst into laughter. The way they looked at Han Bin suddenly changed, becoming more and more like they were looking at a plaything.