Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 5 Suffering
But in the ancient town of Heyang, Song Qing naturally didn't know that the halberd-holder became angry from embarrassment. Of course, even if he knew, he would not pay attention to it. At this time, he was already attracted by everything in the ancient town of Heyang.

The Song and Qing dynasties roamed around, but the ancient town of Heyang is full of beautiful things, making it overwhelming.

Mortals, monks.Already gathered here, this is not only the gateway for mortals to climb the path of cultivation, but also the palace for monks to make their way to the top.

In the ancient town of Heyang, there are large and small shops, or miscellaneous goods, or alchemy refining, or formation and talismans. There are hundreds of them.

However, Heyang Ancient Town is divided into five areas. At this time, in the Nancheng area, in front of a small alchemy workshop, there was a young man in commoner clothes standing there. It was Song Qing.

"It seems that this is the only place."

Looking at the recruitment notice in front of the alchemy workshop, Song Qing twitched the corners of his mouth and murmured something.

"Well, it's not bad here. Although the salary is only one spirit stone for three months, but it's in charge of food and housing. It's suitable for you."

At this moment, Tianlang's voice entered Song Qing's mind.

"You're right, take it step by step."

Hearing Tianlang's words, Song Qing nodded slightly, and then walked towards the alchemy workshop.

"Guest officer, what kind of pill do you need? Although the shop is small, it has everything you need."

Although Song Qing was dressed in ordinary clothes, a servant still came forward and asked enthusiastically. He knew that although some ascetic monks were dressed in ordinary clothes, they were rich masters, and they were not stingy when it came to pills.

"Well, I'm here to recruit."

Song Qing twitched the corner of his mouth and said with some embarrassment.

"A job recruiter? Over there."

As soon as he heard that Song Qing was here to recruit workers, the boy's smiling face disappeared instantly. He stretched out his finger to the old man sitting in the corner, and then walked away without looking back, and faintly heard his complaints .

"It's another recruiter, I'm really out of luck."

Song Qing naturally heard this voice, but he didn't care, he looked at the old man sitting in the corner, and walked over.

"I met the old gentleman."

Song Qing walked up to the old man and bowed to him.

"Well, what's the matter?"

Seeing Song Qing's respectful expression, the old man nodded in satisfaction and asked him a question.

"Mister, I'm here to recruit alchemy apprentices."

Song Qing saluted again, and said to the old man, feeling nervous.

"Do you have experience?"

The old man sized Song Qing up a few times and asked him a question.

"No."

Song Qing answered truthfully, thinking to himself that he was an apprentice, so what experience is needed.

"For those who are inexperienced, our shop also needs it. It's just a spirit stone in April. After you've done it for April, you can get a spirit stone in March. Would you like it?"

The old man glanced at Song Qing and smiled secretly, but he still pretended to be aloof and said.

"willing."

Song Qing did not hesitate, and directly agreed.

"Well, you can call me Mr. Liu from now on."

Seeing that Song Qing agreed to come down, the smile on Old Man Liu's face became brighter, he nodded, and then called out to the boy who had just received him.

"Zhu Wen, you lead him to work in the backyard."

"Yes."

Zhu Wen bowed his hands to old man Liu, and then looked at Song Qing with a hint of disdain on his face.

"follow me."

"Go."

Old man Liu also waved his sleeves.

"Yes, Mr. Liu."

Song Qing cupped his hands at old man Liu and said, as for Zhu Wen, he ignored him, especially when he saw the disdain on that person's face.

"From now on, your job will be to split these spirit trees, and then send the chopped spirit trees to the alchemy room over there."

When he reached the backyard, Zhu Wen stood still, pointed to the hill-like spirit tree next to him, and pointed to Song Qing.

"Also, you will live in the room over there in the future, and go to the cafeteria over there to eat. I will take you to see these later and get to know the environment."

As he said that, Zhu Wen pointed to the small building and kitchen on the side, and said to Song Qing, and then he seemed to think of something, and then added.

"By the way, you don't have to work today. Even if you do, you won't be paid. You will start working tomorrow. Let's go. I'll show you the housing and the cafeteria."

"Yes."

Song Qing listened silently during the whole process, and only heard that Zhu Wen wanted to take him to see other places, so he cupped his hands and said.

Time flies, and a month has passed in a blink of an eye.

"Ah, I'm so tired!"

Song Qing stretched, and complained as he walked to his room.

"Hmph, that's how we low-level monks are. If there is no chance, just accept your fate in this life."

Just as Song Qing finished complaining, an indifferent voice came from behind him, and then Zhu Wen came from behind, walking side by side with him.

"Hey, I said Brother Zhu, is it comfortable to keep a straight face all day?"

Song Qing seemed to know who was coming, and was not surprised. He beat his waist and said to Zhu Wen.

"Hmph, laughing at others all day is even more uncomfortable."

Zhu Wen snorted, still with a straight face and a cold tone.

During this month, although Song Qing didn't talk about everything with Zhu Wen, he became a good friend. Naturally, he knew his character, so he didn't care about his tone, but he just talked at the corners of his mouth.

"Brother Song, you are still young, so you don't have to waste time here. Learn a spell or two, go to the outskirts of the Lingwu Mountains, hunt some monsters, and exchange spirit stones in that city, which is much better than here."

After Zhu Wen hesitated for a while, he talked to Song Qing, this time he talked a lot.

"Lingwu Mountain? Hunting monsters?"

Song Qing frowned and looked at Zhu Wen, obviously not understanding what the latter said.

"Well, although the monsters are ferocious, there are still some us low-level monks who can hunt and kill them on the outskirts of the Lingwu Mountains, such as spirit rats."

Zhu Wen nodded and explained to Song Qing, then seemed to remember something, and said again.

"And in October next year, it will be the time when the five sects select their disciples every three years. If Brother Song is lucky at that time, he may be able to become one of them, and then he will be able to rise to the top."

"Disciple selection? That's why I came here."

Listening to Zhu Wen's words, Song Qing thought to himself, and then bowed his hands to thank the former.

"Thank you, Brother Zhu, for your suggestion."

"It's nothing, anyway, I don't have enough qualifications, if you can become a disciple of a certain fairy sect, I have something to talk about."

Hearing Song Qing's words, Zhu Wen smiled bitterly, then waved his hand, pushed open a door, and turned his head to say something.

"I'm going back first, you should go back and rest too."

After returning to his room, Song Qing sat cross-legged, but couldn't calm down to practice, and Zhu Wen's words echoed in his mind.

"No, I can't go on like this."

After a long time, Song Qing said firmly, clenched his fists tightly.

"I still want revenge. If so, when will I be able to succeed."

"What do you want?"

As soon as Song Qing finished speaking, a white light emerged from his body, and then transformed into a man with the appearance of a man, it was the sword soul Tianlang, he stared at Song Qing and asked.

"I'm going to hunt monsters."

Song Qing stared straight at Tianlang, and said every word.

"Please teach me spells, Tianlang!"

(End of this chapter)