A thick tree collapsed, revealing a tall and strong man holding an iron axe. He put the iron ax on his waist, stretched out his arms to hug the trunk of the tree, shouted softly, and actually lifted the thick tree and carried it on his back.
on the shoulders.
There was a group of people around him, either working hard to cut down trees or leveling the land with rakes.
Not far away, Zhang Feixuan, dressed in brocade clothes, was squatting on the ground and found an herb with purple petals from the bushes.
"This thing is called Aconitum. It is a common herbal medicine. You can find it on the road. It can be used as medicine or eaten. The petals have the effect of restoring yang and replenishing blood, and the rhizome has the effect of dispersing cold and relieving pain. If it is used to stew soup,
It can also help yang and relieve pain. But please note that flowers with three petals can only be eaten. Flowers with four petals are highly poisonous and should not be touched, you know?"
Next to him, there was a young man about 14 or 5 years old. He was holding a small notebook and nodded while writing down, "I understand, the Second Immortal!"
"The Great Immortal is the Great Immortal, what are the two Great Immortals, you brat." Zhang Feixuan's forehead was aroused with black lines, and he looked at the young man with an unkind expression.
"But the Great Immortal is Mr. Song, and you are Mr. Song's junior brother. Aren't you the second Great Immortal?" the young man said timidly.
"You can call me Mr. Zhang, but why, I'm not worthy of being Mr. You?" Zhang Feixuan broke the herb and threw it to the young man.
"Thank you for your hard work, senior brother."
He swears to God, he really just meant it as a compliment and nothing else!
"Don't worry, I know it well. You won't be too harsh when practicing at night. It's normal for those who practice Taoism to be tempered a little."
Zhang Feixuan smiled and complimented: "It's all senior who taught me well. I'm not only sharing my worries for senior, I also want to learn the true Dharma as soon as possible."
Only halfway through the mountain path, Zhang Feixuan suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Three days!
Three days have passed since my senior brother taught the Dharma.
And those youngest teenagers among mortals were the subjects of his teaching this time.
Zhang Feixuan glanced at the red sky as the sun gradually set, waved his hand and said to everyone: "We'll have a rest today."
Zhang Feixuan looked at the neat team and opened his mouth, "Is this how we usually go up the mountain?"
"It's getting late, let's go."
Song Yin couldn't help but grab Zhang Feixuan's wrist and smiled.
He, Zhang Feixuan, is no exception, but today it is not his turn to cut down trees and prepare the land. Instead, he is responsible for teaching mortals how to distinguish between medicinal herbs and edible wild vegetables.
Zhang Feixuan forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and his voice was full of tremors. If you listened carefully, it seemed to be a little bit shrill.
Both the disciples on the mountain and ordinary people were sent out to work here.
He was not the only one who made this sound. The tall disciple carrying the tree was also looking at him with sorrow and anger, and he looked up to the sky and sighed.
There was nothing he could do. From the day his senior brother taught him the Dharma, even if he just looked at him, he was frightened and had no intention of resisting.
"Very good, thanks to junior brother." Song Yin said with a smile.
As he said that, he turned his head and looked at the people who had arrived at the mountain gate, "You're back? That's all you can do today. Put down your things and go rest."
Seeing the white air arousing in Song Yin's hand, Zhang Feixuan let out a desperate cry:
"Master is in seclusion, so it's better not to disturb his old man. Let's wait until he comes out of seclusion."
It seems that old man Jin Guang hasn't been out for four or five days.
Hearing this, Zhang Feixuan put aside the thoughts in his mind and said immediately: "Reporting to Senior Brother, the foot of the mountain is almost leveled. In two days, buildings should be constructed for mortals to live in."
Not long after, they reached the square on the top of the mountain. At this time, there were some logs and stones piled up on the square. Among them, a white figure jumped up and down around the square. He stretched out his hand and easily lifted a huge stone half a man high.
Lift it up, then throw it forward.
There is already a small house in this place. According to the senior brother, he lived here before and it happened to be centered here.
Retreat?
However, his dignified second disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect, who others call an evil heretic, now not only has to teach mortals, he also has to cut down trees? He also has to quarry rocks? He also has to cultivate land?!
He never did this when he was a mortal!
What a joke!
Then he did it obediently.
"Second Immortal, I, did I say something wrong?" The young man was startled by Zhang Feixuan's reaction and asked quickly.
When it was thrown, the figure directly punched the boulder, blasting the stone into pieces. However, the moment it broke into pieces, it changed into pieces of tiles, which flew on top of a side hall and neatly covered it.
live.
On normal days, if he had encountered such a yin and yang brat, he would have sucked his blood and let him taste the feeling of blood loss.
But it can't be done.
Because he is at the foot of Zongmen Mountain, and on the mountain, there is a terrifying senior brother.
Even Zhang Feixuan himself has gained insights day by day and realized things every night. He has improved a lot in his cultivation and is clearly moving towards the sixth level of 'Tongyou'.
Zhang Fei
At this time, the tall and strong disciple struggled to put down the tree on his shoulders, making a muffled sound when it came into contact with the ground, and then rubbed his shoulders and breathed heavily.
Song Yin walked over and held up a huge stone, but suddenly thought of something and looked at Zhang Feixuan.
Zhang Feixuan smacked his lips, the old man hasn't even reached the foundation yet, why should he shut up?
"By the way, junior brother, how is the repair at the foot of the mountain?" Song Yin asked again at this time.
Having said that, it was really painful to temper a person with the aura of the great avenue. Once he was tempered, his soul would be stunned for a long time. It was even worse this morning. In a trance, he seemed to see his grandmother who had passed away long ago.
Thinking of this, Zhang Feixuan looked up to the sky and sighed: "When will it be over?"
"When will it be over?"
As for why not run.
Because it's so fragrant.
A group of people formed two teams, with the disciples in front and the mortals behind. They formed a long queue and went up the mountain in an orderly manner.
"No, it's not necessary, senior brother, I think once is enough. Really, this cultivation of Qi should not be done too fast, it must be done step by step!"
Song Yin smiled and nodded: "It's a good thing to want to learn the true method. As the second disciple, you have to speed up the progress. Let's do this. In the evening, I will use the breath of the great avenue to train you again, so as to practice the human elixir method as soon as possible."
He ate high-grade pills and practiced real Dharma. In just three days, this tall and strong man reached the third level of fighting power from the second level of solid energy. Now his energy circulates and generates itself, otherwise he would not be able to carry the tree.
Zhang Feixuan's eyes widened, his mouth opened unconsciously, and his face turned ashen.
The young man took the medicinal herbs and said, "But Master Song is not allowed to call me master. Our Jinxian Sect is a righteous sect and there is no such thing as master."
After he finished teaching the method that day, Zhang Feixuan was still thinking about going back to digest it, but then he was stopped by Song Yin. Then he combined the remaining tools and used the technique of "shaping things with objects" to transform into an iron axe, a pickaxe and a rake.
, let them go down the mountain to cut trees, prepare the land, and mine stones.
"I don't know. We haven't walked together before." The tall and strong disciple said in a low voice.
But the pain of this labor was nothing more than that. For the past three days, they had been tortured by Song Yin's "aura of the great road" every morning, and the plains of Pingding Mountain were wailing, as if they had been refined once after following the alchemy furnace.
Then, he embedded his five fingers into the thick log, lifted it up as if it were a hollow object, quickly rushed to the front of the side hall, and pushed the log up hard. The log glowed with white light in his hands and changed, and it was like the side hall.
The gaps in the temple building were fused and the building was completely repaired.
They are both at the fighting level, but this junior brother was almost dead from exhaustion after carrying the tree for a long time. The senior brother just grabbed the tree as if for fun.
"Speaking of which, junior brother, the main hall and the side halls are all easy to repair, but I don't know what the statues in the hall look like. Junior brother, do you know?"
There are obvious benefits, and the aura of the avenue is torturous but will not kill you. After thinking about it, Zhang Feixuan still did not choose to run.
The purpose of logging and quarrying is to repair the sect's buildings and build houses for these mortals, while the purpose of leveling the land is to free up the foot of the mountain, otherwise there will be no room to build houses.
Hmm. Just as miserable.
"Um"
Zhang Feixuan bowed his hands and glanced at the tall disciple from the corner of his eyes, feeling helpless.
"I don't know either, maybe the master knows, master"
At this moment, Zhang Feixuan no longer looked down on this disciple who was not even ranked in the ranking, because in the eyes of the senior brother, everyone seemed to have the same status.
"It should be."
Looking at the completed side hall, Song Yin nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, this is completed. If there are more people in the future, more buildings can be added."
Zhang Feixuan was suddenly startled and remembered.
"Forget it, it's nothing." Zhang Feixuan shook his head and continued walking up the mountain with the people.
As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining disciples immediately put down their tools, for fear of being delayed.
According to Song Yin, each person selects one or two people to teach different mortals every day, not only to test their own mastery of medicinal stones, but also to allow mortals to confirm their familiarity with each other, achieving multiple goals with one stone.
The mortals, on the other hand, were a little reluctant to leave and called it a day under Zhang Feixuan's order.
"!!!"
Zhang Feixuan's fingers were shaking and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"hiss"
If that person is not Song Yin, who is it?
Zhang Feixuan stood up and pointed at the young man, furious.
Then, the two of them looked at each other and felt a sympathy for each other.
In the alchemy room of the main hall.
Jin Guang, who had been in the alchemy room for a few days, was about to go out to see the situation. As soon as a hole was opened in the stone wall, not to mention his body, he heard a hoarse shout with a distorted voice before he could even put his head out.
Jin Guang blinked, retracted his head, silently thickened the restraint, then picked up a ginseng on the medicine shelf, put it in his mouth and chewed it, then looked at the stinky rotten meat again, his expression suddenly determined.
"The blessing of the Infinite Heavenly Lord, I will definitely study it thoroughly for you today!"