A brother came yesterday and got drunk and got high. After returning home, he was dizzy and couldn't write anything. He woke up at around 4 o'clock this morning and finally made up for it.

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The red-faced old man frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Elder Li, is our Hengyue Sect really so despicable? He made an exception for the life and death of a mortal?"

Elder Li opened his eyes, his voice gradually became colder, and he said, "Elder Ma, the leader said, "I have left this matter to me and others to be fully responsible. If it is not handled properly, this waste boy will commit suicide for the second time. Then his parents will spread it and say that our Hengyue Sect forced his children to death. Isn't this embarrassing thing not to be inferior? Can you be responsible? If you are responsible, I will ignore this matter."

The middle-aged man quickly smoothed out the situation and said, "Okay, let's not argue about this little thing. In this way, we should first accept him as a registered disciple. After ten or eight years, he will not succeed in cultivating immortals and send him back. In this way, there will be no trouble in the future. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

The old man in brocade robe suddenly said, "If other children who have not been collected follow suit, what should we do?"

The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "This is easy to deal with. After this incident, we have learned a lesson. In the future, all the children who fail the test will use the magic technique to enlighten them one by one, so as to plant the idea of ​​not committing suicide. As for Wang Lin, since this is already in such a fuss, just take it off. Anyway, a registered disciple has nothing to do with it."

Except for Elder Li, the other two elders looked at the middle-aged man with profound gazes and stopped talking.

The middle-aged man smiled and said to himself: "Wang Lin, Wang Lin, I have helped me all the things I can do. I am disrespectful to the piece of iron your fourth uncle gave me. I am very surprised that a mortal can actually get such materials."

Middle-aged man didn't know that the piece of fine iron was bought by Uncle Wang Lin by chance from a blacksmith. He was knowledgeable and could see the extraordinary at a glance. This time, in order to get Tiezhu to join the Hengyue Sect, he took it out with a try attitude. As for the role of this treasure, he didn't know.

A piece of fine iron changed Wang Lin's fate. When the news reached his ears, Wang Lin couldn't believe that he was inexplicably accepted as a registered disciple.

Two days later, he sent his parents to the Hengyue Sect. Looking at his parents' excited expressions, Wang Lin was quite happy and secretly decided to practice immortality here steadily.

However, after his parents went down the mountain, this idea changed. Wang Lin was called to a house that specially arranged for work for registered disciples. A young man in yellow with a stingy look, looked up and down with contempt, and laughed: "You are the one Wang Lin who became a registered disciple by committing suicide?"

Wang Lin looked at him and remained silent. The young man raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Boy, from tomorrow onwards, he will come to me to report every day as soon as the sun comes out. Your job is to carry water. If it is less than ten tanks, there will be no food to eat. If it doesn't work for seven consecutive days, I will report to the elders and expel you from the Hengyue Sect. This is your clothes. Remember, the registered disciples can only wear gray clothes. Only when they become real disciples can they distribute other colors of clothes." After saying that, he impatiently put a set of clothes and waist cards on the side, closing his eyes to rest and ignore the other party.

Wang Lin picked up his clothes and asked, "Where do I live?"

The young man didn't even see anything and said carelessly: "Walking north, you will naturally see a row of flat houses. Give your waist signs to the disciples there, and then arrange a room for you."

Wang Lin remembered it in his heart, turned around and walked north. After he left, the young man opened his eyes and said contemptuously: "I actually joined in by suicide. I am really a waste."

Walking in the Hengyue Sect, most of the disciples Wang Lin saw along the way were wearing gray clothes, one by one, with a cold face. Some were holding tools for work in their hands, and looked a little tired.

After walking north for a long time, I finally saw a row of short houses. There were a lot more gray-clothed disciples here than elsewhere, but they still did their own things and rarely talked to each other.

After handing over the waist card to the yellow-clothed disciple in charge of the place, the other party didn't say a word and pointed to a house impatiently.

Wang Lin was also used to the cold expressions of everyone here. When he walked to the house, he pushed the door and saw that the room was not big, with two wooden beds and a table. He cleaned it very cleanly, and the old and new level was similar to that at home.

He chose a wooden bed that seemed to be unused, put his luggage away, and then he lay on the bed and thought in his heart. Although the Hengyue School finally came in, it was not as capable as he imagined that he could practice immortal arts. Judging from the idea of ​​the young man in yellow before, his job was to carry water.

Thinking of this, he sighed lightly and touched the stone beads tied to his chest with a rope in his arms. This thing was a treasure he cared about very much. Wang Lin read a lot and knew many allusions, including the fact that every man was guilty of being guilty of being a treasure. He secretly made up his mind not to let anyone know that he had this treasure.

It was not long, and night fell. A thin young man in gray with a tired expression pushed open the door and walked in. When he saw Wang Lin, he was stunned. After looking at Wang Lin, he looked at him carefully, and then he ignored him and lay directly on the bed and fell asleep.

Wang Lin didn't care. He knew that he would get up early tomorrow, so he touched his stomach and took out some sweet potatoes from the package. These foods were brought by his parents. He was preparing to eat them when he was looking for him on the way. After finding Wang Lin, he saw that he was taken to Hengyue Sect, so he left all the remaining sweet potatoes for him.

The sweet potato was very sweet. Wang Lin took a few bites. At this time, the young man lying opposite him moved, got up and stared at the sweet potato, swallowed a few mouthfuls, and whispered: "Can you give me one?"

Wang Lin immediately took out a few pieces and threw them on the other party's bed, and smiled and said, "I have a lot here. If you like it, eat more."

The boy immediately grabbed it, swallowed it voraciously into his stomach, then hurried to the table and poured a glass of water, drank it dry, and sighed, "Damn it, I haven't eaten for two days, buddy, thank you. By the way, what's your name?"

Wang Lin reported his name. When the young man heard this, he was stunned and said in a lost voice: "You are Wang Lin, the deceased who entered the Hengyue Sect by committing suicide..." He said this, and he felt that Hao Ran was chuckling and said: "Brother, my name is Zhang Hu. To be honest, there are almost no one in the sect who doesn't know you now. Don't blame me for saying that just now. Actually, I admire you and can actually come in with this method."

Wang Lin smiled bitterly, but did not defend himself, and handed over a few more pieces of sweet potatoes.
Chapter completed!