The next day, it was dawn.
The elk and cow beasts stood gently on the roadside, still chewing in their mouths, regurgitating their favorite wattle sprouts.
There were six people sitting on the spacious trolley. As soon as Xue Tong approached, he felt something was wrong with the atmosphere.
"Hey, hey, don't climb up! Just sit around and stay there before the boss arrives!"
The speaker was a tall man of eighteen or nineteen years old, with thick curly hair, big eyes, a dark face, and fluffy arms covered with black hair. Almost no one remembered his real name, Zheng Long, and everyone called him Black Dragon.
Xue Tong remained silent and stood quietly beside the car, grooming the peaceful elk and oxen.
"Didn't you hear what Brother Heilong said? I told you to stand still and don't move."
"Yeah, clumsy, what should I do if the elk and the cow are driven crazy by you?"
Qi Jun with a yellow face and Pang Likun with a white face followed suit, while the other three busboys who looked younger remained silent with complicated expressions on their faces.
The three of them have been oppressed for too long, and the arrival of a newcomer just relieves the pressure.
"Huh, black dragon? I think it's just a black pig!" Xue Tong cursed, but he still had a well-behaved look on his face, and he was very obedient and stopped grooming.
After a while, a tall and thin young man walked towards the beast cart. Zheng Long and others stood up in a hurry, bowed respectfully and said, "Hello, Boss Peng!"
Peng Tai snorted coldly, waved his hand, and sat down in the middle of the carriage. Zheng Long raised the reins lightly, and the elk and ox beast opened their legs and moved forward slowly and slowly.
No one paid any attention to Xue Tong!
Xue Tong had no choice but to trot along with the elk and ox beast.
Peng Tai glanced at Zheng Long beside him, pulled his brows down slightly, and signaled to continue.
Zheng Long understood in his heart, and the long tendon whip crackled in the air, and the elk and bull beast jumped into the air with its front hooves and started running quickly.
Running on a gravel road for six or seven miles was not important at all, but Zheng Long whipped the elk and oxen several times as if he had been given a shot of blood.
Elk-ox beasts are tall and large, resembling deer but not deer, resembling cows but not oxen. They have both speed and endurance. They howl loudly when whipped, and drag carts to rush forward.
Suddenly, smoke and dust rose, and gravel flew everywhere.
Xue Tongxiao silently picked up a piece of gravel, flicked his wrist quickly, and the sharp stone as big as a fist hit the elk or cow's butt firmly.
His movements were not big, but his strength was not light. A faint bang was heard in his ears, and half of the stone sank directly into the elk-ox beast's butt.
This time the elk-ox beast really went crazy. It kicked hard with its hind hooves, and the cart was suspended in the air and rushed three feet away.
The beast cart jolted violently, almost throwing Qi Jun and others off the cart.
Zheng Long's proud expression turned to panic, and the cart was obviously out of control. He pulled on the reins, trying to control the speed, but no matter how tight the reins were, the elk tilted its head, and continued to run wildly despite the cracked corners of its mouth and blood gushing out.
The crazy bull ran five miles away in the blink of an eye, heading towards the rocky hill at the end of the road.
Zheng Long shouted hysterically: "Stop, stop, stop~!"
"The car is destroyed and the beast is dead, let's see what you guys say!" Xue Tong stopped chasing and gloated about the misfortune, waiting for a crash.
Suddenly a gray shadow jumped up from the floor cart, and Peng Tai appeared in front of the cart. He stretched his arms against the shaft of the cart, shouted loudly and pushed hard, his feet leaving a deep mark on the gravel road.
The speed of the beast cart continued to slow down, and finally stopped after dozens of feet.
"waste!"
Peng Tai's face turned livid. He slapped Zheng Long, who was bending down to please him, and climbed into the car to cover his injured sole.
The soles of his Qingyun boots were nowhere to be found, and the soles of his feet were bloody and blurry.
"Boss, I have a good gold wound medicine. Apply it quickly." Zheng Long gingerly took out a packet of medicine powder.
"Get away!" Peng Tai glared and began to fumble in his pocket.
Xue Tong had an idea and handed over half the bottle of gold to return the dew, and said flatteringly: "Boss Peng, I have gold to return the dew."
Peng Tai was slightly startled and took the porcelain bottle.
The whole bottle of gold was worth seventy spirit stones. The servants had no money to buy it, so they usually used gold medicine powder to heal their injuries.
After Xue Tong gave away the spiritual dew, he felt a pain in his body, and his brain was filled with fever after giving away the spiritual stone worth forty or fifty yuan. He didn't know how many days he would be able to live in peace.
Peng Tai took a few drops of spiritual dew, rolled his eyes, and arranged: "Xue Tong moved square stones. Remembering that when he first came, he cut off 20% of the quantity in the first three days, and moved 60 yuan a day. The rest was left to Zheng Long." Make up!"
"Oh, at least I got some benefits in the first three days. Let's stabilize Peng Tai first and prevent him from falling out too quickly." Xue Tong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
…
Xue Tong frowned at the pile of messy bluestones. The stones were too square and difficult to move. Although they only weighed just over 400 kilograms, they were not easy to carry.
Xue Tong hugged both sides of the square stone tightly, and used all his magic arms to directly lift the big stone.
He walked quickly through half of the stone yard and gently stacked the bluestones on the pile.
"Oh?" Zheng Long and Qi Jun, who were waiting to see the joke, looked at each other in surprise.
Xue Tong's strength seems to be greater than his own!
"Hmph, if you use all your magic power to move rocks, you will be as tired as a dog within three pieces!" Qi Jun said disdainfully.
"Well, this kid has not yet reached Fahai. He doesn't have much magic power left in his meridians, so how can he pretend to be capable!" Zheng Long, who was in his early stage as a martial arts disciple, did not feel Xue Tong Fahai and nodded in agreement.
However, Xue Tong moved twelve large rocks in one breath, and then wiped his sweat and rested under the awning.
"Work, work, work!" Zheng Long was extremely disappointed, agitated and annoyed, and urged Qi Jun to do work.
…
Near noon, Xue Tong was eating meat under the shade of a tree. After he was full, he cut ten bluestones and moved them back to the house.
He saw Peng Tai waving to Zheng Long from afar, gathering together and whispering, and soon Zheng Long walked towards him, gnashing his teeth and looking fierce.
"No, maybe Peng Tai found the sharp stone on the butt of the Elk and Ox beast and suspected what I did. He took the benefit and injured his foot, so he asked Zheng Long to come and cause trouble for me?"
"Where did the sharp stone come from? Is it a trick of yours?" Zheng Long roared.
"What sharp stone?" Xue Tong looked completely confused.
"You still dare to quibble!" Zheng Long roared, and then punched him with a roar.
Bailie Fist! The Yunxiao Sect's only martial art passed down to the servants.
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The three major techniques of Xuanmen are martial arts, martial arts, and spells.
The methods of refining Qi, body, and spirit are all called Gong methods. Without Gong methods, there is no Xuanmen.
Martial arts are moves and skills, such as sword skills, boxing skills, and evasive maneuvers.
Magic spells refer to magic spells, such as Five Elements Wind and Thunder, Dark Ecstasy, Light Holy Healing and many other spells.
Those with superb martial arts skills can overcome the strong with cleverness and assist in victory with skills. In addition to exquisite moves, advanced martial arts can also improve the efficiency of mana conversion, making the output stronger, faster and stronger.
Bailie Fist is the most basic first-level martial arts in Xuanmen. As the ancestor of Bailie Fist, although it does not contain many mysterious techniques, its essence explains the basic way of practicing boxing and the technical skills of turning magic into power.
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Xue Tong did not evade or dodge, but launched a hundred fierce fists in the face.
His punch without martial arts in the inner city alarmed two inner disciples, making him aware of the power of his punch. The strength of his punch doubled.
The two fists collided violently, Xue Tong's arm shook slightly, and Zheng Long flew out into the air and fell heavily.
"If you dare to attack again, I will destroy this claw of yours!" Xue Tong shouted angrily.
Qi Jun and Pang Likun looked at each other. The Black Dragon ranked second in strength in the group, but unexpectedly it was so vulnerable.
Xue Tong took out Zhu Qingling's name card and waved it up, saying: "You can see clearly, the name card of Zhu Qingling, an inner disciple of the Law Enforcement Hall. If you use this opportunity to bully others, don't blame me for going to the Law Enforcement Hall to file a complaint."
Zheng Long's internal organs were hit by the force of the punch, and his right arm was sore and numb. It took him a long time to recover. He stared at the text on the post. Beautiful atmosphere.
He couldn't help but not believe that the Yunxiao sect's rules stipulated that the punishment for falsely using a name post was very severe. How could Xue Tong, an unknown servant, dare to do such a casual thing.
Seeing that everyone was speechless, Xue Tong stopped talking. He deliberately showed Zhu Qingling's name card to warn Peng Tai, who was already suspicious, not to act rashly.
He picked up the black iron saw and cut the bluestone.
Peng Tai, who was watching from a distance, had an expressionless face, and a hint of sinisterness flashed across his eyes.
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Hong Tianyou Stone House.
"What? Xue Tong has Zhu Zhihua's name! No wonder Zhu Zhihua sent a letter that day, allowing him to rest for two days." Hong Tianyou said in surprise.
"Well, the thief doll has a lot of background, please Mr. Hong to investigate in detail." Peng Tai bowed.
"Ignore him for the next few days. I'll make some plans after I inquire about him." Hong Tianyou ordered.
Doubts arose in his mind. Did the little handyman have a complicated background? He had better figure out the ins and outs and don't fall into it for no reason.
…
Xue Tong showed his hand and showed Zhu Qingling's name card, knowing that he had gained a few days of peace.
He had perfected the fourth chapter of the spiritual art, and his magic power was now able to hit the target with perfect accuracy when he chanted it. The filth discharged from his body every day was significantly reduced, but the gray spots in his brain became restless again.
"The gray spots and the physical body seem to be in distant resonance. The gray spots promote changes in the physical body, and changes in the physical body in turn stimulate the gray spots."
The gray dot trembled slightly in the sea of consciousness, and once again absorbed the power of the spirit, Xue Tong recited the fifth-level mantra of the spiritual cultivation technique, emptied the distracting thoughts, and a stream of thoughts galloped across the vast sea of consciousness like a horse in the sky.
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As soon as three days passed, Peng Tai arranged the task in a weird manner: "The indicator of the Deacon Hall is getting lower and higher. The number of square stones completed by Xue Tong has been changed to two hundred per day. It's a little hard work, but I can contribute more to the sect. This is my duty, little brother."
Xue Tong twisted his ears, suspecting that he heard wrongly.
"Two hundred? Is Boss Peng such an exaggeration?" Xue Tong asked.
"Is there anything wrong with the order from the Deacon Hall?" Peng Tai said with a straight face, leaving no room for doubt.
"Others' tasks have more than doubled?"
"You can do as much as the boss asks you to do. Do you get to ask about other people's affairs?!" Zheng Long seemed to have found an outlet and asked.
"That's right, the boy is too arrogant." Qi Jun echoed.
"You guys are trying to trick me, do you really think no one will care about you?"
Peng Tai sneered and said: "To be precise, no one really cares about it. I know how you got the name card of Zhu Enforcement. Now here is the mission statement of the Deacon Hall. Do you dare to disobey?"
"As long as you move one less piece, get out of the sect immediately!"
"How long does the mission last?"
"Moving for a month!" Peng Tai replied coldly.
