"I slept quite early, I'll get you up Grandpa Tiger!" With the two doors, a burly man in a servitor shirt walked into the outside. He looked at Meng Hao and the sleeping fat man fiercely.

"From today on your two little kids, each of them cuts ten more trees for me every day, otherwise Grandpa Tiger will tear you down." The big man spoke ruthlessly.

"I have met Master Hu, Xiaosheng..." Meng Hao quickly got off the bed and stood aside nervously. Before he could finish his words, the big man glared at him.

"I just want to make a little fart, I think Mr. Tiger's voice is loud?"

Meng Hao felt a fierce look on his face, looked at the other party's burly body, and hesitated: "But... the senior brother of the servant department only lets us each of them ten woods every day."

"The extra ten trees are for me." The big man snorted coldly.

Meng Hao was silent, and his mind was quickly turned. He was bullied as soon as he came to this immortal sect. He was a little unwilling to accept it, but the other party was tall and thin, and he was obviously unable to resist. When he was hesitating, he suddenly saw the tooth marks on the corner of the table. He thought about the mighty little fat man sleepwalking. He had an idea and thought that he had to try it anyway, so he immediately shouted at the sleeping little fat man.

"Fatty, someone robs your steamed buns, and someone robs your wife!"

As soon as Meng Hao finished speaking, the fat man sat up suddenly, closed his eyes and let out a roar, his face twisted and ferocious.

"Whoever stole my steamed buns, who stole my wife, I will beat you to death, I will bite you to death." The little fat man pounced down from the bed and slapped around the room. The big man was stunned at first, then stepped forward and slapped the little fat man.

"You dare to scream in front of Master Hu." The slap fell on the little fat man's face, but then the big man screamed. The little fat man closed his eyes and bit the big man's arm. No matter how the big man shook, he would not let go of his mouth at all.

"Let me go, damn it, let me go." This man is also a choreographer, not a monk, but he has been a choreographer for a long time and is a little strong. But now he is sweating in pain and can't even make the fat man feel relieved at all. Instead, he bites the deeper and the flesh is blurred, as if he wants to bite a large piece of meat.

A scream came outside the house, immediately attracting the attention of the servants around the house. At this time, a cold voice came from outside like the cold winter.

"Noisy."

This was the voice of the young man with horse face. It fell into the ears of the big man and immediately made him tremble. Although his face changed in pain, he did not dare to scream loudly.

"I've been disliked by the senior brother of the servants. You and I have no good results. You should let him go. At worst, I don't want Shimu anymore." The big man said quickly with force.

Meng Hao didn't expect that the little fat man was so sleepwalking. He knew that he should not continue at this moment. He hurriedly stepped forward and patted the little fat man gently, whispering in his ear.

"The mantou is back, and my wife is back too."

The little fat man with his eyes closed suddenly relaxed, and he also relaxed. He fisted and returned to the bed, and continued to fall asleep with a bruised nose and swollen face.

The big man looked at the fat man with lingering fear, and quickly left the room without saying a word. Meng Hao was stunned for a while, looked at the fat man with admiration, and returned to the bed and fell asleep carefully.

The next morning.

When it was dawn, bells came from outside the house. The sound seemed to carry some strange power and came into my ears to make people wake up immediately. With the chaotic sounds coming from outside the house, the little fat man also opened his eyes, stared blankly at the messy footprints on his body, and touched his face again.

"What happened to me last night? Why did my whole body hurt so much? It seemed like I was beaten..."

Meng Hao, who was wearing a slap shirt, was silent and spoke for a while.

"No, everything is normal."

"Why do I feel my face swollen?"

"Maybe this mosquito is bigger."

"But why is there blood in my mouth?"

"You fell to the ground last night, and you fell several times." Meng Hao quickly pushed open the door of the house. He hesitated when he was about to step out, looked back at the little fat man and said seriously.

"Fatty, you need to grind your teeth more in the future, it's better to be sharper."

"Huh? You said that too, my father told me that too." The little fat man spoke in surprise while wearing a servitor shirt.

Facing Chaoyang, Meng Hao and the fat man walked out of the house and began his life of chopping wood in the Kuangshan Sect's servant.

Each person has ten trees every day. Outside the northern labour station, there are endless barren mountains. There are trees on the mountain. Although they are not thick, they are dense and cannot see the edge at first sight. They look like a forest from a distance.

Carrying the axe from the servant's office, Meng Hao rubbed his shoulders, his whole arm was sore and numb, and he felt a little painful. The axe was very heavy, and the fat man was also panting. The two went up the barren mountain and found the assigned area. Gradually, a bang sound came out, constantly cutting down trees.

"My father is a rich man, and I will be a rich man in the future. I will not do chores..." The fat man cried and swung his axe and chopped him.

"You said this immortal is so weird. They have magic. Do you still need to make fire? Why do we have to cut down trees..."

Compared to the nagging of the fat man on the side, Meng Hao was so tired that he couldn't speak. He was sweating profusely. He was poor in Yunjie County, and had little meat to eat, so he was thin and weak. At this moment, it was only half a stick of incense, and he leaned against the uncut trees and gasped.

Looking at the little fat man again, although he was so tired that he was trembling all over, he still muttered with a sad face while cutting down trees. Obviously, although he was young in terms of physical strength, he was much stronger than Meng Hao.

Meng Hao smiled bitterly and shook his head. After resting, he took out the Qi Condensation Roll and looked at it again, silently following what was described above, feeling the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Time passed like this, and it was soon dusk. Meng Hao cut down a total of two trees on this day. As for the fat man, he cut down a whole lot of Yagi, which together allowed one person to eat. After the two of them, the fat man went to get food, and the two shared the food in the house, and then fell down and fell asleep tiredly.

Until the little fat man's snoring spread throughout the room again, Meng Hao struggled to get up, his eyes showed persistence, enduring hunger and fatigue, he picked up the Qi Condensation Roll and looked silently.

"When I was studying, I often recited my books until dawn, and I was used to hunger. Although I was tired at this moment, it was always a way out. I, Meng Hao, don't believe it. If I failed the imperial examination, I would not be able to practice in this sect." Meng Hao became more persistent in his eyes, and with perseverance, he lowered his head to realize it.

Until late at night, Meng Hao didn't know when he was going to bed, as if he was feeling the spiritual power of heaven and earth in his mind. In the early morning, he was woken up by the bell. When he opened his eyes, he had blood in his eyes, gritted his teeth and got up, and continued to chop wood with the little fat man who was still energetic.

One day, two days, three days... Until two months passed, Meng Hao gradually could cut down four trees every day in these two months, but most of his time was spent experiencing spiritual energy, and the blood in his eyes gradually increased. Until dusk of this day, Meng Hao was breathless and while sitting cross-legged, not long after, his body suddenly shook, and he suddenly felt a numbness in his limbs, as if a trace of invisible breath condensed from the flesh and blood.

Immediately afterwards, a trace of spiritual power appeared in his body. Although it flashed and disappeared, Meng Hao opened his eyes excitedly. His fatigue was wiped out, and the blood in his eyes also dissipated a lot. His body trembled, and he grabbed the condensed Qi coil tightly. He had eaten less and slept less in the past month. He spent all his time feeling the spiritual energy except cutting wood. At this moment, he finally gained something, which greatly boosted Meng Hao's spirit.

Time flies, and two more months have passed. Now it is summer and August, and the scorching sun is emitting bursts of heat.

"The condensation of qi enters the body and melts the whole body, and the meridians open up, and the heaven and earth resonate." At noon, on the deep mountain in the backing sect, Meng Hao fiddled with the fire in front of him with one hand, and held the booklet of the condensation of qi in the other hand, and read it carefully.

After a stick of incense, he closed his eyes and silently felt a trace of gentle breath in his body. This breath appeared more than two months ago and was regarded as a treasure by Meng Hao. Now it is obviously much thicker than before. According to the formula and operation of the Qi Condensation Roll, he kept letting the breath flow throughout his body while meditating.

Not long after, Meng Hao opened his eyes and a fat figure ran over quickly in the jungle in the distance with a big axe.

"How is it, how is it?" The fat man panted. Although he was still so fat, his body was obviously stronger. He hurriedly spoke after running over.

"It can't be dissipated all over the whole body, but I'm sure that in another week, I can reach the first level of Qi condensation." Meng Hao said with a confident look in his eyes and smiled.

"I'm asking how the chicken is." The fat man licked his lips and looked at the fire.

"It's almost done." Meng Hao also put on his lips, picked up the wooden stick beside him and just pushed away the fire. The fat man immediately picked up his axe and dug out the pheasant buried in the soil.

The fragrance was everywhere, and the two of them shared half of them and started eating them voraciously.

"Fortunately, since you have the spiritual energy, you can often catch some pheasants, otherwise we will starve to death. Thinking of the first two months of life, I think it's a nightmare..." The fat man was full of oil and habitually flattered around Meng Hao.

"Many people are doing things like wild game, but you just don't know." Meng Hao said in a difficult speech while biting the chicken leg.

"Oh, if you reach the first level of Qi Condensation in a week and become a disciple of the outer sect, what should I do then? I can't even understand those formulas." The little fat man looked at Meng Hao with a frown.

"Fatty, only by becoming a disciple of the Foreign Sect can one go home." Meng Hao put down the chicken legs in his hand and looked at the little fat man in front of him.

The little fat man was silent and nodded firmly after a while.

Time flickered for another six days. That night, the little fat man had already fallen asleep. Meng Hao sat cross-legged in the house. He thought that he had spent almost all his time in the past four months except chopping wood. Thinking of the excitement when the first breath appeared two months ago, he took a deep breath and a trace of spiritual energy in his body was circulating when he closed his eyes. After a moment, he blew his mind. The spiritual energy in his body had not dissipated during this period. At this moment, he suddenly spread to every corner of his body. A feeling of floating in the air appeared in Meng Hao's mind.

Almost as Meng Hao's spiritual energy reached the level of condensation, outside the house, the young man with horse-faced kneeling cross-legged on the big rock day and night slowly opened his eyes, looked at the house where Meng Hao was, and closed his eyes again.

In the early morning, with the envious eyes of many people in the North District Handicap Office, Meng Hao walked out of the house where he had lived for four months in silence and came to the side of the young man on horse face.

The little fat man did not follow him, and looked at Meng Hao at the door, with determination in his eyes.

"Becoming the first layer of Qi Condensation for four months is not considered talented, but it is not stupid." The young man with a horse face looked at Meng Hao, with no indifference in his expression, and he spoke calmly.

"I'm going to the outer sect to explain the rules of the outer sect to you. Although the outer sect gives spirit stones and pills every month, it is not prohibited to snatch and attack each other. There is also a designated public area as a killing area. You... take care of yourself." The young man with horse face said lightly, raised his right hand and waved it. A jade slip flew out and fell into Meng Hao, and was held in his hand by Meng Hao.

"The spiritual energy is sent into the jade slip, and you can take you to the treasure pavilion of the outer sect by yourself, which is also a place for registration for the disciples of the outer sect." The young man with horse face closed his eyes.

Meng Hao was silent. After bowing again, he turned around and looked at the fat man. The two looked at each other for a while. Meng Hao sighed in his heart. Then he no longer thought about it. He pinched the jade slip in his hand. The jade slip immediately emitted a soft green light and flew forward slowly.

Meng Hao took a few quick steps, led by the jade slip, gradually moved away from the mailbox, walked on the small path at the mountain gate, and walked further and further down the mountain, gradually entering an area he had never stepped into in the past four months.

The Kuangshan Sect has four main peaks, namely, southeast, northwest, and outside, there are endless mountains as vast as boundless. Each mountain has a serene position on the hillside. For example, the North Peak where Meng Hao is located is the North District serene position, but it can only be stopped at the halfway mountain. Then, there are formations to block it. Only inner disciples and elders can live in the area on the top of the mountain.

This is true for the four peaks. As for the regional plains between the four peaks, there are houses and houses everywhere, and there is the outer sect of the Kuishan Sect.

The Kuashan Sect is somewhat different from other sects. The outer sect is at the bottom, but the servants can live halfway up the mountain. This is the sect rule set by the Kuashan Ancestor back then for some reason.

It looks like fog outside, but after stepping in, the fog dissipated instantly, revealing the carvings and jade-made attics everywhere, and even the roads are paved with bluestone. There are also many disciples of the outer sect wearing green gowns appearing. When Meng Hao walked by, he also attracted some attention.

Those eyes were contemptuous and without any sensibility. Meng Hao felt as if he was swept by a ferocious beast, which reminded him of Senior Brother Ma's Face's words about the Foreign Sect.

Soon, in this outer sect, Meng Hao came to a black attic in the south. The attic was three stories high. Although it was black, it seemed to be carved from jade, giving people a crystal clear feeling.

As soon as Meng Hao approached, the attic door opened silently, and a thin middle-aged man walked out of the inside. The man was wearing a dark green robe and felt smart between his eyebrows and eyes. He raised his right hand and grabbed it, and immediately the jade slip in front of Meng Hao flew into the man's hand. After he took a look, he lazily said something.

"Meng Hao, promoted to a disciple of the Foreign Sect, and you will be given a separate house, green robe, spirit card, storage bag, and holding the spirit card can enter the treasure pavilion to obtain a magic weapon." The sharp man shook his right hand and immediately a gray pocket fell into Meng Hao's hand.

Meng Hao was stunned when he looked at the gray pocket in his hand, remembering all the disciples of the outer sect that he saw along the way, with such pockets hanging on his waist.

"The spiritual energy can hold a few things in it." The smart man glanced at Meng Hao and immediately judged in his heart that the other party must have no acquaintances from the outside sect, otherwise it would be impossible for him to not even use the storage bag. He felt a little relieved and spoke indifferently.

When Meng Hao heard this, he immediately poured the small amount of spiritual energy in his body into his pocket. His eyes were blurred, as if he saw a half-person-sized space, with green robes and jade slips inside.

Seeing this scene, he was suddenly excited and thought that this storage bag might be worth hundreds of gold, and such a treasure can be regarded as a method of immortals.

When his mind moved, a jade slip appeared in his hand in his hand. He looked at it intently and saw a map that described a house in a remote corner in this outer sect area, which would belong to Meng Hao in the future.

"Let's look back when you go back, the treasure pavilion has been opened and you haven't entered yet." The shrewd man said coldly.

Meng Hao raised his head and put the storage bag in his arms. He looked at the open attic door, took a deep breath, and stepped inside with a hint of expectation.

The moment he stepped into the treasure pavilion, Meng Hao suddenly changed his expression and he took a breath.

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