The fairy world collapsed, and the down-and-out gods were laid off and re-employed.

Jiang Zhixia sighed and then thought of yesterday's dream, "Speaking of dreams, I also had a dream yesterday. I dreamed that I was bought by an emperor and became a queen, and after I died, I became a god in heaven."

"Is that me?"

"Is this the point?!" She rolled her eyes at him. "The problem is that I got sleepy and had such a perfect dream. It was so perfect that I didn't need to do anything at all. I just waited for the person to come. Nothing. It has been arranged by others.

But I feel a little awkward and can’t find..."

"The value of my own existence?" Xie Zezhi took up the topic and held her hand to check her pulse to see if she was sleepy because of unrecovered internal injuries.

"Yes." Jiang Zhixia nodded, "Now that I think about it, I am like a puppy in a cage on the roadside. As long as a good owner picks me up, I will have nothing to worry about in my life."

"Then do you like this life?"

"To be honest, no one dislikes it. It's so relaxing. You don't have to do anything. But it's very dangerous. Because the decision-making power is in the hands of others. If he throws me away one day, I may not survive even half a day." She said: "So sometimes I'm glad that Ji Chen didn't pick me up."

Xie Zezhi didn't know what to say about this matter. Even if Ji Chen didn't pick her up, he wouldn't be happy. After all, what happened next would be no better than in Ji Chen's hands. He feels sorry for his girl, and no matter what choice he makes, there is always a "route of no return".

Jiang Zhixia didn't wait for his answer and continued her speculation: "The dream I had last night was no different from the female cultivators that Fairy Yueqin talked about about ascending to the immortal world. You just said that the new male cultivators also had their own talents. Genius dreams. Are there people who deliberately control us to have these dreams? The purpose is to make us believe that we are unique and can succeed without working hard. But how do they do it? "

After checking her pulse to confirm that she was fine, Xie Zezhi asked her if she had eaten anything last night.

She said she had a bite of Li Jinjin’s cake when she first arrived. She had seen that there was nothing unusual about that piece of cake. It was just a lot of oil, but it didn't taste greasy.

Xie Zezhi has also seen that kind of cake. The male cultivators also ate a lot. After they finished eating, they were all breathing heavily and looked very sleepy. He suspected that Jiang Zhixia's sleepiness had something to do with the piece of cake.

"Ah! Those girls said that eating cakes will make you have good dreams." She was afraid that she was sleepy, but now she remembered the conversation last night. "At first, I thought they were deliberately looking for excuses. It turns out that everyone is like this.

After eating the cake, I feel sleepy. When I feel sleepy, I fall asleep and have those unreliable dreams. Nothing can be done this day. Why does Tianqiong Sect keep a bunch of idle people? They can't produce spiritual energy. "

Xie Zezhi looked at the disciples in the front hall and thought for a long time, "Or are they a foil? The more stupid and incompetent those people are in the back mountain, the more excellent these disciples will be highlighted when they go down the mountain to catch monsters. In comparison, the common people will definitely be more Believe in these people.”

"But Li Jinjin and the others said they were all put down in batches. So what if the people can see the difference?" Jiang Zhixia asked him the question, "And there are too many people to accompany them. If you Boss, do you think this business is a good deal?"

What she said makes sense. Xie Zezhi nodded appreciatively and praised her for her thoughtfulness, which he, a true king, was willing to accept.

Jiang Zhixia was happy when she was praised, and raised her little face with a proud look.

"Then please give the order, madam, what should we do next?"

"Go back with them and have a look." She patted Xie Zezhi on the shoulder and pointed at the disciples in the front hall, "Isn't the chance to go in now?"

"Madam Shengming!"

"Shao Poverty."

Xie Zezhi would always look for opportunities to praise her, and even if the two of them thought about it together, they would let her say it first. One is to make her happy, and the other is that he likes her proud look. If she could stay like this, even if he could only be her companion for the rest of his life, he would be willing to do so.

Jiang Zhixia had to admire the seriousness and hard work of the disciples in the front hall. They practiced spells until sunset, with few stopping to rest.

When they returned, the two of them hid in the forest, cast a spell and turned into two small flying insects, which quietly landed on the sword hilts of the returning disciples, and successfully entered the front hall with them.

The front hall is several times larger than the back mountain, and the environment is also very different. This place is not as dirty and messy as the back mountain, where the disciples are lazy and casual.

Every scene in the front hall seems to have been deliberately polished and arranged. The stone tiles on the ground are perfectly spliced, revealing rigor and order everywhere.

The disciples who practice here are polite and humble in their speech and behavior, even to the point of being too modest. Jiang Zhixia saw a disciple kowtow and bow to his senior brother, and the senior brother kept returning the bow to him. Until she followed these people around the corner, the two of them were still "worshipping" to each other.

Not only that, everyone in the front hall had dark circles on their faces. They looked like they didn't have enough rest, but they were full of energy and had firm eyes. Even though it was already sunset, there were people practicing or meditating everywhere.

What awaits the new disciples when they return is not rest, but new learning content. Although they have spiritual energy in their bodies, they have not yet mastered their cultivation, so they are naturally exhausted after a day.

As soon as everyone's eyes showed a sense of laxity and sleepiness, their master cursed loudly: "You are so lazy, when will you be able to ascend to the immortal world!?"

It's still too late! ? Jiang Zhixia thought to herself that she was flying around with her sword on the first day she entered the house. How could it be too late?

"If you rest for a moment longer, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth will disappear. Your qualifications are already poor. If you don't practice diligently and catch the tail of this spiritual energy, do you know what will happen? You will become a backer. Those 'pigs'! Let people slaughter them for people's 'eating'. If you feel tired, you can quit and live a 'good life' in the back mountains."

As soon as these words came out, the disciples who were tired just now woke up instantly. One by one, they must cheer up and dare not slack off. The master was very satisfied and said that as long as they performed well, they would be rewarded in the evening to help them speed up their practice.

After hearing this, the disciple became more energetic.

Jiang Zhixia and the others left here and appeared in a secluded place.

"You're really right. The back mountain is a foil to the front hall. But I still don't understand why so many foils are needed?" Jiang Zhixia asked with her hands on her hips in confusion.

"Master Jiang, did you hear what he just said about those 'pigs' in the back mountain, who are slaughtered for human consumption." Xie Zezhi repeated what he heard before, "There are no animals in the back mountain, only those people. You said they It’s not like these people..."

"Monks eat people?!" Jiang Zhixia tried hard to suppress her surprised voice, "Is there such a way to practice?"

"Not really, but there is talk of absorbing souls to practice." Xie Zezhi was about to say something else, but Jiang Zhixia looked behind him in surprise. He followed her gaze and turned around, only to see a white beam of light suddenly appear on the top of the mountain in the distance. Perhaps it was blocked by the barrier, so this beam of light was only seen after they entered.

"It can't be a light beam that transports spiritual energy, right?" Jiang Zhixia pointed in that direction.

The distance was too far for the two to be distinguished. Xie Zezhi took her hand and prepared to go towards the light pillar.

But suddenly, a group of people pushed several cars from the front. Things were piled high on the car and covered tightly with black cloth.

The two immediately took cover. Xie Zezhi cast a spell, causing a gust of wind to blow away the black cloth.

In an instant, the contents of the car were revealed, and all the corpses were piled on top. These corpses were huge, and without exception they were all wearing the clothes of the sky.

The two were shocked. They looked at each other and followed these convoys in a tacit understanding.

They walked through a winding path and came to a remote corner of the front hall. There are three houses here, and the people inside are very lively. From time to time, the aroma of food comes to the nostrils, which makes people salivate.

Jiang Zhixia felt that the smell was somewhat familiar.

The convoy stopped, and the leader shouted into the house: "Come out and unload!"

Soon, one or twenty people rushed out and carried the bodies into the house.

One person raised it and cursed: "These pigs only know how to eat all day long."

"We raise them just for them to eat. Please stop talking. It will be hard to lift them after a while!" Another person advised: "If you are tired, you can use magic to throw them in. This way I will feel more relaxed." "

"I wasted my spiritual energy on these 'pigs'? Do they deserve it?"

After the bodies were completely evacuated, two more people came forward to check the accounts.

One person said: "Make sure their souls have been drained out. Don't let it happen like that day again. Do you know how harshly we were punished by the master?"

One person laughed and replied: "I know, I know, I will give them a good scolding when I go back. I have checked all these goods, and there is absolutely no fish that has slipped through the net."

After confirming that it was correct, the delivery person left. Work began in full swing in the room.

The corpses are on display. Next to each body stood three men. With boning knives in hand, they expertly cut the bodies into pieces. One person carefully scraped off all the fat on the body and placed it in a basin. Then he carried the blood-streaked yellow objects to another room.

There are also many busy disciples here. They boiled the fat into oil and filtered it many times to remove impurities. Then take the boiled oil to the third room.

The people in this room mixed oil and flour together, kneaded it into dough, and added something unknown to the pot, and finally baked out cakes with fragrant aroma and dripping oil.

Jiang Zhixia's eyes widened, she covered her mouth and ran out of here quickly. After confirming that no one was around, she immediately put her hand into her mouth to induce vomiting, trying to spit out the lump.

When that failed, she cast the spell on herself again. Under the strong impact of the spell, she just spit out some blood mixed with blood.

"Don't hurt yourself!" Xie Zezhi pressed down her hand that was still casting spells and wiped away the blood from her mouth.

Jiang Zhixia said nothing and waved her hand at him, her expression extremely ugly.