different devil life

After eating, Wang Zhong picked up the broom and ran out.

He moved very quickly, but when he approached the training ground, his speed gradually slowed down.

"Drink!"

Arriving at the martial arts field, many hard-working disciples have already started to practice.

Although the martial arts training ground is very large, it is generally divided into two areas.

The higher side has a larger area, but fewer people, because it is the area where the inner disciples gather, and the outer disciples and miscellaneous disciples dare not go there.

Wang Zhong swept the ground quietly, he was like a bystander, and the disciples around him were not interested in dealing with him.

People go to high places, who would want to get to know a little disciple who sweeps the floor?

There are not many fallen leaves these days, so Wang Zhong's work was completed very quickly.

Just as he put down the broom and prepared to drink some water, three figures walked over.

Wang Zhong looked back, there was no surprise on his face, and he said, "Which of you three is going to fuck me?"

The three of them were a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed.

These three disciples are the weakest among the outer sect disciples, they dare not confront other formidable disciples, so they turned to Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong didn't care much about this, he just dealt with it a few times, and it would be fine if he lost to one of these three people.

"I'm sorry, our strength is not high. If you want to lose anyway, we will come to you, junior brother, please don't take offense." A disciple in the middle said embarrassedly.

Another disciple also apologized: "Go to the cafeteria for lunch, let us treat you."

Wang Zhong smiled knowingly. Although the competition in this sect was fierce, the disciples were kind-hearted, and they didn't look down on him because he was just a sweeping disciple.

So he cupped his hands and said, "You don't have to be polite, you three seniors, so I made a choice."

As he said that, Wang Zhong found a broken dead branch, put it on the ground and turned it around. Finally, the dead branch pointed to the disciple in the middle.

This disciple looked overjoyed, after all everyone hoped that he could win, and it would be great if he could easily defeat Wang Zhong.

At this time, more and more people looked here.

For three months, although many people didn't know who Wang Zhong was, they all knew him.

A miscellaneous disciple who sweeps the floor is frighteningly weak. Every month, the weakest disciples will challenge him. Basically, if he can't pass three tricks, this miscellaneous disciple will be defeated.

A lot of people pay attention to this, but they actually look at it with the mentality of watching a joke.

Facing the gazes around him, Wang Zhong's expression changed, but the tall young man who challenged him looked nervous and embarrassed.

At this time, a slim woman with long blue hair came over leading two female disciples.

The leading woman is Zhou Yunxia, ​​she is an inner sect disciple, and she is also the elder sister of the sect.

Her job is to record the outcome of duels among some disciples. Every time there is a duel, she and her assistants will appear.

"This miscellaneous disciple has been challenged again, it's really miserable." A short and fat girl behind Zhou Yunxia murmured.

"They are weak, so they are bullied. Those three people are also very average. They were often bullied before."

Zhou Yunxia said with a cold face: "We can just take care of the records. The disciples are strong and weak. There is no need to talk about others behind their backs."

"Yes!"

The two girls stuck out their tongues, a little embarrassed.

Chapter 438 Memory inheritance

"My name is Yang Ding, Qi Refining Realm." In front of Wang Zhong, the young man named Yang Ding clasped his hands and shouted.

"My name is Atu, and I am also in the Qi Refining Realm."

Wang Zhong still uses his real name here, after all, there is no need to change the name.

As for the surname, he explained to others that he was an orphan since he was a child, and everyone called him Atu since he was a child.

"Elder Sister, please record it." Yang Ding noticed Zhou Yunxia and the others. As a person who specialized in recording the outcome of the martial arts competition, Zhou Yunxia and her team wore different clothes.

Zhou Yunxia nodded and picked up a notebook.

This handbook densely records the names of each disciple in the sect, and each name is followed by victory or defeat.

The people on the field consciously moved out of the way, leaving only Wang Zhong and Yang Ding.

"Please advise."

After Yang Ding finished speaking, he rushed forward first.

His strength is indeed weak, not only his strength is weak, but his speed is also very slow.

Wang Zhong could easily catch Yang Ding's attack and beat him to the ground, but he didn't do that. Instead, after receiving a few moves, his footsteps suddenly became chaotic, and he retreated again and again.

"So strong!"

Wang Zhong pretended to be about to fall, and said in shock, "I lost."

"Huh... I've accepted it." Yang Ding smiled.

Wang nodded emphatically, "It's nothing, I'm going to sweep the floor."

"Yeah, let's have lunch together." Yang Ding said with some regret in his heart.

"That's unnecessary." Wang Zhong smiled: "The food in the cafeteria is not to my liking, I usually eat in my own room."

"Then I'm welcome."

After Wang Zhong said that, Yang Ding couldn't say anything, he secretly slandered this disciple who swept the floor, just like the rumors, he was withdrawn.

After the crowd dispersed, Wang Zhong put the broom away and walked towards Jinshu Pavilion.

Jinshu Pavilion is the place where some books are stored in Zhongshan School.

These books include exercises, medicines, weapons, and even anecdotes and gossip about this world.

Functionally equivalent to a library.

In the past this time, Wang Zhong also considered that he was a monster, and he was a high-level monster, so he might carry some memory inheritance on him.

Since no one taught me, I could go to the library and look for introductions about some monsters, maybe I could gain something.

When walking, Wang Zhong was not fast, and the tail under the robe was wrapped around his waist, so it was not easy to be spotted.

Sometimes Wang Zhong also sighs with emotion, he is really not used to dragging his tail all his life.

There were not many people at the entrance of Jinshu Pavilion today, Wang Zhong came to the counter at the entrance, knocked on the door and said, "Elder."

This old man is in charge of Jinshu Pavilion, everyone calls him Elder Shi, he looks over 60 years old, but according to other disciples, this old man is at least over 100 years old.

Being able to survive at this age is enough to prove Elder Shi's strength.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at Wang Zhong, and asked, "What book do you want to read?"

The sect stipulates that the more precious the book, the more contribution value it needs, and the reading time is limited.

"Tell Elder Shi, I want to find some books about monsters." Wang Zhong said.

"You don't go out to practice, what are you looking for with those books?" Elder Shi rolled his eyes, and said bluntly: "You are still too weak, I suggest you read some self-defense techniques, so as not to keep being bullied."

Although Elder Shi has been here all the time, he also heard that Wang Zhong was often challenged and bullied, so he reminded him.

Wang Zhong said calmly: "The talent of this disciple is not good, there is nothing to do about it, just read some books about monsters and gain some knowledge."

"I'm really short-tempered."

For Wang Zhong's rhetoric, Elder Shi is convinced.

"The books about monsters are on the innermost shelf. There is a monster log, which records a lot of monsters. You can go and read it. You need 2 contribution points per hour."

"Yes!"

Wang nodded emphatically and walked in.

Although Elder Shi spoke bluntly just now, Wang Zhong knew in his heart that he was doing it for his own good.

He has accepted this favor, but I am afraid it will be difficult to follow through.

Passing through rows of shelves, Wang Zhong came to the innermost monster book area.

There are not many books here.

Some books record the knowledge about the monster clan area, and some record how to deal with some monsters.

Wang Zhong watched it with relish, and an hour passed before he knew it.

Finally, he found the monster diary book.

The first picture is a five-clawed golden dragon.

Below the picture is the introduction of the five-clawed golden dragon.

After that, there are phoenixes, giant horses, and the monsters behind are often seen.

Finally, Wang Zhong found the fox demon.

To his disappointment, the fox demon in the illustration is just a one-tailed fox demon, and the following introduction is also the most common introduction.

Shaking his head, Wang Zhong was a little helpless. After reading so many books, there was nothing about the inheritance of monster memories.

But soon, Wang Zhong found a few more books, which recorded some generalizations of the strength of monsters, and also introduced the benefits of monster cultivation.

The only shortcoming of monsters is that they did not have spiritual intelligence when they were young, so their cultivation was slow.

But the advantage is that once the spiritual wisdom is activated and the cultivation base reaches a certain level, the inheritance in the depths of memory can be activated.

Monsters with powerful bloodlines all have memory inheritance. Generally speaking, when they reach the Nascent Soul, the memory will be opened.

But there are exceptions, and that is powerful monsters, such as dragons and phoenixes, who awaken memory inheritance almost at birth.

"Yuanying!"

Seeing this layer, Wang Zhong understood a little.

Although the fox bloodline is not as good as the dragon and phoenix clans, it is considered a good existence among the monster clans.

Therefore, he doesn't need to reach Nascent Soul, he is only building the foundation, he has already dreamed about those inheritances, as long as he works hard to improve his power, the inheritance in memory will come sooner or later.

At that time, strength improvement is just around the corner.

After reading the books here, Wang Zhong went out.

"It's over." Elder Shi said with his eyes narrowed as he took a sip of the jug in his hand.

Wang Zhong nodded honestly and said, "Look, it's pretty pretty."

"It's a pity that it's useless to you. If you don't practice hard, reading these extracurricular books is useless."

"The disciple understands, so let's go back to practice."

Looking at Wang Zhong's back, Elder Shi's eyes lit up, and he murmured: "It's strange, it's strange, you've been defeated every month, but you've never been injured. Could it be that you lost on purpose?"

………………

Regarding other people's speculation, Wang Zhong didn't care about it, and after returning to the hut, he went to the stream first.

He dug a small ditch by the side of the creek, and put some sesame oil in the ditch. At this moment, there are already dozens of small fish in the ditch smelling the fragrance.

Wang Zhong used wooden boards to block the ditch connecting the small ditch to the creek, so that the fish that swam in could not escape.

Today's staple food is fresh fish soup. When I killed a fish and prepared to cook, I found that there was no rice in the rice tank.

There was no way, Wang Zhong could only find a few copper coins, and then went down the mountain to buy things.

As long as the disciples report when they go down the mountain, they can go down the mountain. The premise is that today's work must be finished and they must come back before dark.

The training ground has been cleaned today, so leaving here is not a problem.

The foot of the mountain is the outskirts of the border town. It is not very prosperous here, but there are still many merchants along the street, and there are quite a lot of villagers nearby.

"Boss, here is ten kilograms of rice." Wang Zhong came to a rice shop that he often came to.

Seeing Wang Zhong, the shopkeeper who was packing the rice bags smiled: "The disciples of the Zhongshan School are here again, how much rice do you buy today?"

"Come on ten kilograms."

"okay."