God Ring Howl

Zhao Xiang couldn't laugh or cry, but then he thought about it, Shenhuan's words were indeed reasonable, so he didn't think he was disobedient.

In just a moment, he heard the sound of the door opening, and he quickly gathered his mind and relaxed.

Zhao Xiang understands the truth that if a man is innocent, he is guilty. No matter at any time, especially now, when danger is around and cunning is rampant, it is even more necessary, and he must not reveal half of his body.

A skinny teenager, about thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in gray clothes, with a tired face, opened the door and came in.

The faint backlight behind the door blurred his slender and thin body, showing a kind of sad vicissitudes, which was not commensurate with his age.

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

Before stepping into the threshold of cultivation, Zhao Xiang would not be able to see the boy's facial expression clearly under such a weak light.

However, the current him, through the transformation, tempering, and promotion of the remnant soul left in the divine ring by the unknown old man, has jumped from an ordinary boy who was only ten years old to the third level of the Qi Condensation Stage of a cultivator. Therefore, his eyesight is naturally far superior to these so-called outer disciples, even compared to Tang Biao, the junior master who has stepped into the sixth floor of the Qi Condensation Stage, and even slightly stronger.

At this moment, if you give him a low-grade flying sword and a little more training, Zhao Xiang can definitely control the flying sword to fly freely, but Zhao Xiang knows about these things, but in order to hide his strength, he has to reluctantly give up. Just think about it in your heart.

As soon as the black-eyed boy opened the door and came in, he suddenly looked up and saw Zhao Xiang sitting by the bed, his long black eyebrows moved.

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

He put his hands on his chest, looked at Zhao Xiang carefully, heaved a long sigh, then ignored him, lay down and fell asleep with his head up.

Zhao Xiang didn't take it to heart at all. He rubbed his stomach that was flattened by hunger. Thinking of the ten-stone lumber to be handed over tomorrow, even if he woke up early, he didn't know whether he could complete this task.

Pressing his left and right thoughts, Zhao Xiang took out the dried sweet potatoes from the package and chewed them with relish.

Perhaps the crunching sound of chewing dried sweet potatoes alarmed the boy on the opposite bed. Out of the corner of his eye, Zhao Xiang caught a glimpse of him turning over. Then he pushed his hands back and sat up quickly, with his mouth half-opened and his eyes wide open. He stared straight at the slices of dried sweet potatoes in his hand.

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

"Can, can you give me a few yuan...to eat?"

Zhao Xiang casually threw a few pieces over:

"Okay, let's eat. If it's not enough, I have some more 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 the dried sweet potatoes thrown by Zhao Xiang, and ate them all.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiang threw a few more yuan over.

The teenager grabbed it like a hungry wolf, stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately, jumped out of bed, grabbed the cup on the table beside the bed, poured two glasses of water, and gulped it down.

"Damn it, grandpa, I haven't had anything to eat for three days. That Wu Renyi, who was raised by my little mother, kept my rations as much as possible. Brother, thank you. Hey, what's your name?"

While rubbing his belly, the boy cursed fiercely with his eyes shining with anger.

Zhao Xiang reported his name.

"You are Zhao Xiang?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "That Zhao Xiang with mediocre talent? Zhao Xiang who squeezed into the threshold of the Five Sacred Sect by opening the back door and sharpening his head?... Hehe, Wu Renyi put these The news is spreading everywhere, I see you, hehe, this time you are in the limelight among the outer disciples, and you are so popular."

Seeing Zhao Xiang's embarrassing expression on his face in the flickering light, the boy felt ashamed and patted his head.

He chuckled 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. Among the outer disciples, there is no one who does not know you. Don't blame me for saying that just now. To be honest, I am still quite I admire you, it’s amazing to come to the Five Sacred Mountains at such a young age. Hunlinggen, what’s wrong with Hunlinggen? You can’t cultivate truth or immortality? Those guys with water spirit roots, gold spirit roots, etc., didn’t cultivate until they died Yes, isn't there a lot of people around?"

Zhao Xiang's expression turned slightly, he smiled bitterly speechlessly, and threw a few slices of dried sweet potatoes to Zhang Qiang.

Zhang Qiang took it smoothly, put a piece in his mouth, and chewed it unhurriedly.

"Zhao Xiang, keep it for yourself, you just came here," he said with an embarrassed expression, "There are many things I don't understand, Wu Chiren in charge of the crooked disciple has sores on his head and pus on his feet, his stomach is full of bad water, etc. You'll know after you've done your work tomorrow. His grandma, he doesn't treat us outer disciples as human beings."

"Ah?! Is it Wu Cannibal? Or a shameless person?"

Zhao Xiang was taken aback for a moment, and the guy in charge of the outer sect disciple immediately appeared in front of him, who was called Wu Renyi, and his attitude towards him changed three times in an instant, and he immediately felt that the title of "Wu eats people" or "shameless person" is amazing Extremely, it must be him, as if this name was tailor-made for a man like him.

But he was really not sure whether the other party was talking about him, so he looked up at Zhang Qiang with dark eyes.

"Have you seen him? It's Wu Renyi who is in charge of 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 relying on rhetoric. It is said that he has won it." Some kind of cultivation method. Don't look at him as handsome and handsome, but the way he deals with the outer disciples is extremely ruthless, everyone calls him that in private."

Zhao Xiang began to arrange the packages on the bed:

"I know what you are talking about. Today I went to the general responsible office to report to see him, and he told me to cut ten stones every day from tomorrow, otherwise I will be free of three meals."

"Ah?" Zhang Qiang, who was standing by the bed, sat down on the edge of the bed in surprise and worry, "Brother, don't you have some deep hatred with him?"

"what happened?"

Zhao Xiang's hand, which was tying a slipknot to the package, stopped, and looked at the other party with a puzzled expression.

A very bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Zhang Qiang stared at Zhao Xiang for a long time, and finally looked at him with a pair of extremely sympathetic eyes, and said helplessly:

"You must have offended that Wu Cannibal. At the beginning, I was repaired by him because I quarreled with him a few words, and I was chopped off for half a year. I haven't eaten this meal a few times. That's miserable, so I had to go to the back mountain. Looking for wild fruits and digging out bird eggs to survive, even thinking about it now makes me terrified. Ten stones a day, what a terrifying number, how could it be done? Besides, you are only so tall and big, my God, Forget it, I won’t eat your dry food, you should keep it for yourself, in the future, alas..."

Looking at Zhao Xiang's increasingly gloomy gaze, Zhang Qiang swallowed the rest of the words, lifted his butt from the edge of the bed, walked in front of Zhao Xiang, and stuffed all the remaining dried sweet potato chips into Zhao Xiang's hands.

Zhang Qiang looked at Zhao Xiang with pitiful eyes again.

He sighed deeply, turned back to the bed, put the quilt back on and lay down.

After a while Zhang Qiang fell asleep.

Zhao Xiang heard the other party's even breathing, and heard the sound of his teeth clinking lightly from time to time.

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