On the way back to Baisong Peak where he lived, Ye Zhen walked quickly on the mountain road with his package, panting like a cow.

From time to time, some servants who also came back in gray clothes were passing by Ye Zhen, walking as fast as they could, but their faces remained unchanged.

His face was not red and he was not angry, which made Ye Zhen feel envious and his heart was in full bloom.

These errand disciples who are walking as fast as flying on the mountain road, have a long breath, but are faster than Ye Zhen's running, have the least cultivation level, and are disciples who are at the second level of blood training and are at the breath realm.

The martial arts inheritance of Zhenxuan Continent believes that bloodline is the foundation of human beings.

A person can live without bones, and a person can live without flesh, tendons, and skin, but he can't live without blood.

Bloodline is all the foundation of human existence in the world. The beginning of martial arts also starts from blood training.

The martial artists can practice blood in five levels. The first level is to train strength to strengthen blood, the second level is to absorb energy and breathe, the third level is to condense blood qi beads, the fourth level is to temper the body, and the fifth level is to condense essence.

Now, Ye Zhen’s cultivation is at the state of practicing strength and strengthening blood.

If you can break through to the second level of Qi and breath, your breath will be long and your qi and blood will be endless, and you will be able to run between the peaks of Qiyun Sect like flying, without changing your face.

In that case, Ye Zhen would not have to run from Baisong Peak where he lives to the mountain gate for more than two hours.

Looking at his fellow disciples who surpassed him one by one, Ye Zhen was envious and secretly felt a little more anticipated.

If his little secret continues, maybe he will break through to the second level of blood training, and it will be just around the corner.

This is also the reason why Ye Zhen insisted on staying in Qiyun Sect.

When Ye Zhen thought of his little secret, he couldn't help but speed up a little. His little secret has lasted for a while, and maybe it will be the harvest time these days.

Ye Zhen ran all the way, crossing the eleven hills. When he saw a mountain peak with shadows full of old pine, which was more than ten meters or even nearly a hundred meters high, Ye Zhen breathed a sigh of relief. When he arrived, it was Baisong Peak.

Baisong Peak is named after this. At the same time, Ye Zhen, a disciple of a mail-man, worked every day as a mail-man who cut down the iron-branched old pine unique to Baisong Peak.

When he stepped on Baisong Peak, Ye Zhen did not turn back to his residence along the mountain road, but instead penetrated straight into the pine forest next to him from the edge of the path.

I found a secret place that was rarely visited, found a few tender pine trees, dug up thick pine needles, dug a deep pit, buried the 200 taels of silver that my parents gave him, and buried them again.

After everything was cleaned up and marked again, Ye Zhen left here and stepped back onto the mountain road, carrying a bag of clothes and food that only brought her mother to her residence on the hillside.

When Ye Zhen returned to his residence on the hillside, it was already dark. The three hundred tragic disciples living on Baisong Peak had already had their spare time and gathered in groups of three or five in the courtyard to chat.

In the middle of the yard, a young man with a tiger back and a bear waist was lying on the rocking chair, shaking happily. Ye Zhen recognized that this servile disciple was Ma Yuanwu, the eldest brother of Baisongfeng.

At this time, Ma Yuanwu was surrounded by five or six errand disciples, two slightly thin errand disciples were half kneeling on one side, pounding Ma Yuanwu's shoulders and rubbing his legs.

In fact, Qiyun Sect is not only among the serious disciples, but also among the outer disciples, and there is no senior brother at all.

The so-called enlightenment is the first.

Among the tragic disciples in the peak, the strongest cultivation will be called the eldest brother by the tragic disciples in the peak.

However, the strongest among the erotic disciples in the peak has an official title - the seed candidate!

Among the hundreds of miscellaneous peaks of Qiyun Sect, among the merciless disciples of each peak, those who are most likely to advance to external disciples are called seed candidates.

To be more popular, the seed disciples of each peak are the dominant ones of each peak, and even the managers of each maid peak are a little afraid of.

"Ye Zhen is back when she sees her dear!"

Someone shouted, and the eyes of nearly three hundred tragic disciples of the Baisongfeng Juvenile Disciples Court gathered together on Ye Zhen who had just stepped into the gate of the courtyard.

To be precise, it should have gathered on the package that Ye Zhen was carrying.

Especially the several errand disciples beside Ma Yuanwu stared at the package in Ye Zhen's hand like hungry wolves.

"Wow, what a big bag. Your parents must have brought you a lot of good things, right? Wu Jian, take it over and let me take a look." Ma Yuanwu, who was lying on the rocking chair, squinted his eyes and shouted softly.

"Yes, senior brother!"

Wu Jian, who was standing behind Ma Yuanwu, responded happily, immediately strode over, shouted coldly at Ye Zhen: "Give it!"

Ye Zhen immediately clenched his teeth together, holding the bag in his hands tightly.

Even though Ye Zhen had long expected this scene when he returned to the mountain and hid the most valuable silver on the mountain, when he really encountered this scene, an indescribable sense of humiliation suddenly surged up.

"Come on, why are you glaring? A waste who is about to be driven out of the sect, dare to glar? If you glar again, I dig your eyes!"

Wu Jian, who was a little anxious, cursed and snatched Ye Zhen's tightly clenched bag, pushed Ye Zhen with his eyes and glared away.

"Senior Brother, Ye Zhen's burden!"

Wu Jian was arrogant enough in front of Ye Zhen, but when he arrived in front of Ma Yuanwu, the seed candidate of Baisongfeng, he immediately took over his arrogant attitude.

"Um?"

Ma Yuanwu turned over and sat up, pulled Ye Zhen's baggage, and started rummaging and searching for it with some eagerness.

June every year, when many families of servants come to visit, it is the most comfortable time for the seed candidates of each servant peak.

The things brought by every servant disciple when visiting the family, regardless of their wealth, must be passed on in their hands, and all the good things must be belonged to them.

As for why?

strength!

Their strong strength.

Dissatisfied?

Let’s compare fists first!

As for Qiyun Sect, it does not care about such bad things among the disciples of the traitors.

Qiyun Sect is known as a 100,000-strong tragic servant. There are countless fights among the disciples of the tragic servants who break their arms and legs every day. How can they have the energy to take care of?

Ma Yuanwu, who was originally full of joy, looked through Ye Zhen's burden, his face gradually became unhappy.

After searching through it, I found a few pieces of clothes and food, but I couldn't find half a tael of silver.

With a narrowed eye, Ma Yuanwu stared at Ye Zhen like a snake, "I said Ye Zhen, your family is not too bad. Your parents will bring you a few torn clothes and pieces of smelly meat? Where is the silver?"

Torn clothes?

Stinky meat?

As soon as these words were heard, Ye Zhen immediately clenched his fists, and the blue veins on his fists suddenly rose.

If Ye Zhen hadn't been a little rational, the tragic situation of several fellow students who had a bruised nose, swollen face, broken arms and legs not far away reminded Ye Zhen that Ye Zhen would almost rush up and fight to the death.

Those things were all sewn by my mother stitching them one by one.

“Sweep away!

Things sent by waste houses are also waste!"

Nothing could be found to help him practice. Ma Yuanwu looked unhappy and threw the shoes and socks and clothes in Ye Zhen's bag one by one at the servants around him like revenge.

"These torn clothes will be distributed to you."

Wu Jian and several servant disciples beside Ma Yuanwu immediately cheered.

While speaking, Ma Yuanwu took a bite of the cured flavor made by Ye Zhen’s mother, "Well, this smelly meat tastes pretty good. Well, you guys come and try it too."

In an instant, the roast chicken and cured meat in Ye Zhen's bag was dispersed by Ma Yuanwu.

puff!

A roast chicken leg that had been torn a few times was thrown out by Ma Yuanwu and hit Ye Zhen's chest.

"Well, you can also taste it from your house, don't say that I, Ma Yuanwu, will take over you."

Looking at the roasted chicken legs covered with mud, the clothes they torn in the distance were not suitable for their clothes torn, Ye Zhen's forehead began to thunder with a convex roar, and his chest was undulating violently as if he was pulling a bellows.

Anger, anger that is uncontrollable and unobstructed, was rushing towards Ye Zhen’s forehead.

As the blood surged, Ye Zhen was about to rush up and fight Ma Yuanwu!

Just at the verge of Ye Zhen's explosion, Sha Fei rushed over not far away, hugged Ye Zhen and pulled him into the room.

"Ye Zhen, you haven't eaten yet, are you? I've brought you both your supper and Xueyuan Soup today."

The two serious disciples of Qiyun Sect are in the same room. Sha Fei is Ye Zhen's roommate and a friend who is quite close to Ye Zhen among this serious disciples.

Sha Fei started his studies a year earlier than Ye Zhen and took good care of Ye Zhen. Thanks to Sha Fei's guidance, Ye Zhen suffered a lot of losses.

"Hmph! You guys are smart!"

Looking at Ye Zhen who was pulled into the room by Sha Feisheng, Ma Yuanwu spit out a chicken bone in disdain, "Waste!"

"Ye Zhen, don't be as good as them. Be patient first. If you have a conflict with them and are broken by them, then you will be finished! Have you forgotten that they were beaten and crippled half a year ago?"

Sha Fei, who pulled Ye Zhen into the room, closed the door and kept persuading Ye Zhen.

After a long time, Ye Zhen's violently undulating chest slowly calmed down, and he squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying: "Thank you, it's a pity that I couldn't bring you anything."

"Brother, thank you!"

"Don't be angry, practice hard, and be successful in the future. Beat Ma Yuanwu's grandson to cry and call her mother, and get back all the anger he has suffered over the years in one breath." Sha Fei persuaded Ye Zhen insincerely, because he understood that according to his and Ye Zhen's situation, he would probably never have this opportunity in the future.

In less than a year, perhaps in half a year, Ma Yuanwu will be able to advance to an outer disciple. Outer disciples have more cultivation resources and faster cultivation speeds. Ma Yuanwu may always be overwhelmed by them.

Hearing Sha Fei's words, Ye Zhen suddenly felt his energy and his anger was suppressed and turned into the motivation for cultivation.

"Okay, hard work, I will definitely find the anger I have suffered today from Ma Yuanwu's grandson in the future!" Ye Zhen said resolutely.
To be continued...