Three days later.
At the foot of Pingdingshan.
Bang!
A thick tree collapsed with a loud bang, revealing a tall and strong man holding an iron axe. He put the iron axe on his waist, stretched out his hands to hug the tree trunk, and with a light shout, he actually lifted the thick tree and carried it on his shoulders.
There was a group of people around him, who were either working hard to cut down trees or using plows to level the land.
Not far away, Zhang Feixuan, dressed in brocade clothes, was squatting on the ground and found a medicinal herb with purple petals from the bushes.
"This thing is called Aconitum, and it's a common herb that you can find on the street. It can be used as medicine and can also be eaten. The petals have the effect of restoring yang and replenishing blood, and the rhizomes have the effect of dispelling cold and relieving pain. If used to make soup, it can also help yang and relieve pain. But be careful, the flower can only be eaten when it has three petals. If it has four petals, it is highly poisonous. Don't touch it, understand?"
Next to him, there was a boy of about fourteen or fifteen, holding a small notebook, nodding and taking notes, "Understood, Second Immortal!"
“The Great Immortal is the Great Immortal, what Second Great Immortal, you kid…” Zhang Feixuan frowned and looked at the young man with a bad face.
"But... the Great Immortal is Master Song, and you are Master Song's junior brother, so you are the Second Great Immortal, right?" the young man said timidly.
"You can call me Master Zhang, but what's the matter? I'm not worthy of being your master?" Zhang Feixuan broke the herb and threw it to the young man.
The young man took the herbs and said, "But Master Song said that we cannot call him Master. Our Jinxian Sect is a righteous sect, and there is no such thing as Master."
"Then you still call him Master!"
Zhang Feixuan stood up and pointed at the young man, furious.
"Second Immortal, did I say something wrong?" The young man was shocked by Zhang Feixuan's reaction and asked hurriedly.
Zhang Feixuan's fingers were shaking and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Under normal circumstances, if he had met such a weird little devil, he would have sucked his blood and let him taste the pain of losing blood.
But I can't do it...
Because he was at the foot of the sect’s mountain, and on the mountain, there was a terrifying senior brother.
Three days!
Three days have passed since my senior brother taught me the Dharma.
After he finished teaching that day, Zhang Feixuan was still thinking about going back to digest it, but then he was stopped by Song Yin. He then put together the remaining tools, and used the technique of 'using objects to shape objects' to transform them into iron axes, pickaxes, plows and rakes, and asked them to go down the mountain to cut wood, level the land, and mine stones.
The purpose of felling trees and quarrying stones is to repair the sect's buildings and build houses for these mortals. The purpose of leveling the land is to clear the foot of the mountain, otherwise there will be no place to build houses.
There is already a small house here. According to the eldest brother, he lived here before, so it is just right to start from here.
Whether it was the disciples on the mountain or the mortals, they were all sent out to work here.
Zhang Feixuan was no exception, but today it was not his turn to cut wood and prepare the land. Instead, he was responsible for teaching mortals to identify herbs and edible wild vegetables.
The youngest boy among those mortals was the one he would teach this time.
According to Song Yin, everyone should select one or two people every day to teach different mortals. This will not only test their own mastery of medicine and stones, but also allow mortals to verify their familiarity with each other, thus killing two birds with one stone.
However, he, the second disciple of the Golden Immortal Sect, who was regarded as an evil heretic by others, now not only had to teach mortals, but also had to cut trees? And quarry stones? And cultivate the land?!
He never did this when he was a mortal!
What a joke!
Then he did as he was told.
There was no way. Ever since the day his senior brother taught him the Dharma, he was terrified even when his brother just looked at him, and he had no intention of resisting.
But enduring the hard labor would have been fine. For the past three days, they had to endure the torture of Song Yin's 'aura of the Tao' every morning. The entire Pingdingshan Mountain was filled with wailing, as if they had been refined in a furnace.
As for why not running...
Because it smells so good.
He ate top-grade pills and practiced genuine methods. In just three days, this tall and strong man had advanced from the second-level solid essence to the third-level fighting strength. Now his energy circulates naturally, otherwise he would not be able to lift the tree.
Even Zhang Feixuan himself gained insights during the day and enlightenment at night, and his cultivation had improved a lot, and he was clearly heading towards the sixth level "Tongyou".
There are obvious benefits, and the aura of the Tao will torture people but will not kill them. After thinking it over, Zhang Feixuan still did not choose to run away.
That being said, the aura of the Great Dao was really painful. It would make him feel dizzy for a long time after each refining. This morning, it was even worse. He seemed to see his grandmother who had passed away long ago...
Thinking of this, Zhang Feixuan looked up to the sky and sighed: "When will it end?"
“When will it end?”
He was not the only one who made this sound. The tall and strong disciple who was carrying the tree also had a look of grief and anger on his face, and he sighed to the sky.
Then, the two looked at each other and felt a sense of sympathy.
At this moment, Zhang Feixuan no longer looked down on this disciple who could not even get a title, because in the eyes of the eldest brother, everyone's status seemed to be about the same.
Hmm... just as miserable.
"It's getting late, let's go..."
Zhang Feixuan looked at the sky which was turning red as the sun gradually set, waved his hand, and said to everyone, "Let's rest today."
As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining disciples immediately put down their tools, fearing that they would be late for even a moment.
The mortals were somewhat reluctant to leave, so they finished their work following Zhang Feixuan's order.
A group of people formed two teams, with the disciples in front and the ordinary people behind, forming a long dragon and going up the mountain in an orderly manner.
"Hiss..."
When he was only halfway along the mountain path, Zhang Feixuan suddenly took a breath of cold air.
"Second Brother? What's wrong?" asked the tall and strong disciple.
Zhang Feixuan looked at the neat team and opened his mouth, "Is this how we usually go up the mountain?"
"I don't know. We haven't walked together." The tall and strong disciple said in a muffled voice.
"Forget it, it's nothing..." Zhang Feixuan shook his head and continued to lead his men up the mountain.
Before long, they reached the square on the top of the mountain. There were some logs and stones piled up on the square. A figure with white mist was jumping up and down around the square. He stretched out his hand and easily lifted a boulder half a person's height, then threw it forward.
Bang!
When throwing it, the figure punched directly on the boulder, blasting it into pieces, but in the instant of breaking into pieces, it changed into pieces of tiles, flew onto the roof of a side hall, and covered it neatly.
Then, he embedded his five fingers into the thick log and lifted it up as if it were a hollow object. He quickly flashed to the front of the side hall and pushed the log hard against it. The log glowed white in his hand and changed, merging with the gap in the side hall building and completely repairing the building.
If that person isn't Song Yin, then who else could it be
"Um... "
Looking at the completed side hall, Song Yin nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, it is complete now. If there are more disciples in the future, we can add more buildings."
As he said this, he turned around and looked at the people who had already arrived at the mountain gate, "Are you back? That's all you need to do today. Put your things down and go take a rest."
At this time, the tall and strong disciple put down the tree on his shoulder with great effort. There was a dull sound when it hit the ground. Then he rubbed his shoulders and gasped.
"Thank you for your hard work, brother."
Zhang Feixuan bowed and glanced at the tall and strong disciple, feeling helpless.
They are both at the fighting power level, but this junior brother is exhausted after carrying a tree for a long time, while the senior brother grabs a tree just like playing...
"Speaking of which, Junior Brother, the main hall and the side halls are easy to repair, but I don't know what the statue inside the hall looks like. Junior Brother, do you know?"
Song Yin walked over and picked up a huge rock, but suddenly thought of something and looked at Zhang Feixuan.
"I don't know either. Maybe the master knows. Master..."
Zhang Feixuan was suddenly startled, he remembered.
Old man Jin Guang... seems like he hasn't come out for four or five days.
"Master is in seclusion, so let's not disturb him. Let's wait until he comes out."
Retreat
Zhang Feixuan smacked his lips. That old man hasn't even reached the foundation building stage yet. Why is he in seclusion
"By the way, junior brother, how is the rest at the foot of the mountain?" Song Yin asked again.
Hearing this, Zhang Feixuan put aside his thoughts and immediately said, "Reporting to Senior Brother, the mountainside has been almost leveled. In two days, we should be able to construct buildings for mortals to live in."
"Very good, thanks to my junior brother." Song Yin said with a smile.
"It should be..."
Zhang Feixuan smiled and flattered: "It's all because of my good teaching. I am not only helping you, but also want to learn the true method as soon as possible."
Song Yin smiled and nodded: "It's a good thing to want to learn the true method. As the second disciple, you should speed up the progress... How about this, starting tonight, I will refine you again with the aura of the Great Dao, and strive to practice the Human Pill Method as soon as possible."
"!!!"
Zhang Feixuan's eyes widened, his mouth opened unconsciously, and his face looked ashen.
"No, that's not necessary, Senior Brother. I think once is enough. Really, this cultivation and Qi training shouldn't be done too fast. It should be done step by step!"
Zhang Feixuan forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and his voice was trembling. Upon closer listening, it seemed to have become a little shrill.
He swore to God that he was just complimenting her and had no other intention!
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I won't train you too hard at night. It's normal for a cultivator to suffer some hardships."
Song Yin grabbed Zhang Feixuan's wrist without saying anything, smiling.
Zhang Feixuan pulled with all his might, but Song Yin was like this flat-topped mountain. Even though his feet rubbed a mark on the bluestone slab, he could not break free.
Seeing the white mist rising from Song Yin's hand, Zhang Feixuan cried out in despair:
"Brother! Brother, please don't do that! Brother, please don't do that!!"
Inside the alchemy room of the main hall.
Jin Guang, who had stayed in the alchemy room for a few days, was just about to go out to check out the situation. As soon as a hole was opened in the stone wall, he heard a distorted, hoarse cry before he could even stick his head out, let alone his body.
Jin Guang blinked, retracted his head again, silently thickened the restriction, then picked up a ginseng from the medicine shelf, put it in his mouth and chewed it, then looked at the rotten meat that had already smelled bad, and his expression suddenly became firm.
"With the blessing of Wuliang Tianzun, I will definitely study it thoroughly for you today!"