God-level Punishment System

Cultivators are humans after all, and there are three urgency, not to mention there are so many captive animals in Ningyun Sect.

So I hired some people down the mountain and came up to clean.

It's just that no cultivator or young man is willing to do such things.

This fat man obviously lost face in front of Liang Hao two days ago. This was intentionally disgusting Chen Sheng.

"Fang is in charge," Chen Sheng was silent for a moment, "The mountains do not turn, the rivers turn, stay a thread today, and we will meet each other in the future."

Fatty Fang raised his brows, and there was a gleam of light in his small eyes, "It's up to you? Tell me this? Do you know, as long as I say something now, you have to clean the pit for me obediently!"

"is it?"

boom!

Suddenly, Chen Sheng leaned his body towards Fatty Fang. His entire face was only a few fingers wide from Fatty Fang. His eyes were fixed on Fatty Fang’s eyes.

The momentum of killing monsters and bathing the blood of monsters burst out instantly.

"you try?"

"You try?" These three words vibrated in the outer hall of this incident office.

Fatty Fang is just a clerical department who manages miscellaneous trivial matters, and only has the fourth level of Qi refining in his cultivation base, and has just entered the middle stage of Qi refining.

If at this moment the distance between him and Chen Sheng is concerned, Chen Sheng wants to kill him, and he can directly kill him with just one punch.

Let him even use the opportunity of spiritual power, even the opportunity to resist.

Fatty Fang was stared at by Chen Sheng all of a sudden, feeling the strong killing intent, the cold sweat on his forehead was as big as a bean, and he slid down his greasy face ticking.

"Humph." Chen Sheng snorted disdainfully, "defeating an ordinary disciple who has been in the sect for more than one year can change his status as a handyman. You are not afraid that I will do it, and then come to you?

After leaving such a sentence, Chen Sheng grabbed the broom and went outside the gate of Ningyunzong Mountain.

Fatty Fang, however, was shocked by his momentum and words. Although he quickly reacted with anger, he really did not dare to maliciously make things difficult for Chen Sheng.

Tang Cheng, who lives with Chen Sheng, would definitely not come here to sweep the stairs. Some plump errands must be arranged. Only Chen Sheng, who has no background, would do this.

Holding the broom, Chen Sheng started his first journey of sweeping steps in this morning.

Starting from the first step and sweeping to the last, the time it took, on the basis of his intention to speed up, also took a full two hours.

When he stepped on the last step, where the Ningyun Zongshan Gate was located, on the platform where he had placed his parents' coffins that day, Chen Sheng's brows were still not stretched.

He obtained the handwritten Hongmeng Ziqijue given to him by Liang Hao, and he has the qualifications for cultivation, but not only is it the most suitable time for cultivation, he can't practice, and it takes up to four or five hours a day to come. Sweep the steps.

This is naturally very distressing for Chen Sheng, who wished to use every minute and every second of this year's time.

"What are you doing so quickly? Going to eat?" Suddenly, an old man's voice came into Chen Sheng's ears.

Chen Sheng raised his head from thinking hard about the countermeasures, and when he saw the person in front of him, he hurriedly paid a respectful respect, "Junior has seen Mr. Mo."

In terms of respect for people, Chen Sheng is most grateful in the Ningyun Sect, Mo Lao Mo Bai.

If it were not for the other party, the portraits of his parents have not yet been whereabouts.

"Yeah." Old Mo nodded, "What a beautiful step, what a beautiful scenery, why are you sweeping so fast? Next time remember, sweep it slowly."

"This..." Chen Sheng hesitated. Just as he was about to say something, Old Mo turned and disappeared, disappearing directly before his eyes.

In this way, Chen Sheng entered an extremely regular life.

Every morning, when there is no white on the horizon, he will get up and start cleaning the steps.

After that, he returned to his residence and seized all the time to practice the Hongmeng Purple Qi Jue. In the evening, he would continue to sweep again.

Tang Cheng, who was cleaned up by him, facilitated a lot of things for him. He didn't need Chen Sheng to worry about his daily meals.

When Chen Sheng was practicing, the other party would never step into the door.

However, having lost the best time to practice, in half a month, even if Chen Sheng had such a good foundation, he barely managed to reach the second level of Qi Refining. At such a speed, even Liang Hao had silently shook his head.

Obviously not satisfied.

But the irritability in Chen Sheng's heart is disappearing little by little.

The time he spent cleaning the steps has not been shortened because of his proficiency, but has been continuously getting longer.

Today, it takes as much as five hours to clean the steps.

In other words, the time he spends only on the steps every day, two times added together, up to ten hours.

There is hardly any time for practice or opportunity to rest.

Even so, the speed at which he cleaned the steps was still slowing down.

Enrolled, one month later.

The broom in Chen Sheng's hand was on the steps, slashing over and over again, except for the slow, nasty movements, nothing else seemed to have changed.

However, in Chen Sheng's eyes, the broom in his hand has become a pen.

Dancing with the dancing of his arms, fluttering and fluttering, spinning and spinning.

Each dead branch on the broom became a slender hair on the brush, and fell on the ground, whether it bounced, folded, or was hidden in it without touching the ground.

Not only did Chen Shengdu see very clearly, he also controlled it very precisely, rising, falling, walking, stopping, pausing, every place, every angle, and he controlled it to the pinnacle with great detail.

The dust fell on the steps, and he swept across with this even bald broom, but he took all of it, leaving nothing.

When the broom fell on the steps, there was only a slight rustling, which seemed effortless.

Exactly a month's time, today is Wanling Calendar, March 17th, the second day of March.

Chen Sheng was just as stunned, repeating the same actions day after day, as if he had lost his mind and reason.

One year has passed and one month has passed, and he has not shown the slightest anxiety.

The same devilishly, and Mo Lao Mo Bai.

Mr. Mo appeared in front of Chen Sheng on time every day, saying, "What a beautiful step, what a beautiful scenery, why are you sweeping so fast? Next time, remember to sweep slowly."

Then they will leave directly, without any extra sentence, a word appears.

On the second day of March, Chen Sheng spent more than six hours on cleaning the steps without deliberately delaying.

However, when he swept to the ninth and ninety-ninth steps, the situation in the sky suddenly changed, and suddenly there was a heavy rain, pouring down.