It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 18 Rapid Progress
  time flies.

A month later.

Outside the main entrance of Wang's residence, on the wide street, there are many cars and horses, and there are a lot of people.

There are also more than a dozen tall and strong war horses, wearing saddles, with smooth and strong muscle lines, and extremely shiny fur. It can be seen that they are well cared for.

The price of horses, especially such high-quality war horses, is not cheap. One horse is worth the annual surplus of a good house in the outer city!

There were government servants and petty officials, shuttling among the horses and the crowd, recording the list of personnel.

Manager Wang and Yu Yuan rarely gathered together.

Beside them, there stood a woman wearing a deep red silk coat, whose charm was still there.

This woman is none other than the eldest mistress of the Wang residence, Mrs. Jia.

A female prostitute managed the royal residence in an orderly manner both inside and outside.

At this time, she warned the young man on the horse with a worried look: "Xian'er, pioneers are extremely dangerous, you must obey Uncle Yu's words, and you must not be petty and do the ridiculous things that Xunxian Wenwen did! "

But I saw this young man dressed in white, with bright eyes and a dignified appearance. He had a sword on his waist and a horse shooting bow on his back.

There are actually books and paintbrushes tied to the side of the war horse under his crotch.

It seems that this trip is not to serve, but to enjoy the mountains and rivers.

Wang Xian laughed: "Mother, I don't have to worry about it!"

"Miss, don't worry. As long as I'm here, the young master will be safe and sound."

Yu Yuan took one step forward, flew several meters away in the blink of an eye, and appeared on the war horse. He tightened the reins and strolled to Wang Xian's side.

Seeing Yu Yuan, Jia felt relieved.

Wang Xian fights against naughty boys, not because he is domineering, but because he longs for the path of seeking immortality. He has taken as his disciples many tricksters from the world, and every now and then he wants to run out of the city, saying that he is looking for the immortal mountain.

If there were not dedicated martial arts guards to look after us, why would we need pioneer service?
  He himself had already gone to pioneer the land!
  Dajiang's decree, from Huang Zhou to Bai Ding, requires him to serve in pioneer service for the first time after he reaches sixteen years of age.

Do not avoid, escape from, or substitute for service!
  If found, the nine tribes will be implicated!
  This law is a creed engraved in the bones of thousands of people in Dajiang.

No one dares to violate it.

During this month's pioneering period, the government officials have already distributed the list of people over the age of 16 in the household registration to each neighborhood for verification by the lower-level officials or group leaders.

After all, Wang Zhai is a big family in the inner city. It is powerful and luxuriant, so the government has to show some mercy and personally send people to summon it.

At the end of the street, in an inconspicuous corner.

Li Qinglin and several tenant servants were moving the food and grass needed for the war horses and putting them on the carriage.

But I saw that Li Qinglin seemed to be a little afraid of the cold, and was dressed very tightly. There was still some unwashed charcoal dust on his face, and his whole body looked dark, like a rusty sword hidden in its sheath.

It's just that he occasionally looked at the front of the service team, and a glint flashed in his eyes, adding a bit of edge to it.

In addition to Wang Zhai's family members, there were also many martial artists and tenant servants among those serving in the pioneering service.

Tenants sold themselves to the royal residence, their lives were tied to others, and their household registration was naturally included in the royal residence. They also had to serve in the pioneer service.

Among them, there was an acquaintance of Li Qinglin...

Ruan Qi.

"Xiao Liu, put it down, I'll do it."

Li Qinglin stopped Xiao Liu, who was sweating profusely, and strode onto the carriage with a bag of fine beans for the horses.

"You're a very strong boy. You can carry more than a hundred kilograms of food and grass at a moment's notice?!"

On the carriage, the entourage escorting the grain and grass was a little surprised and looked at Li Qinglin up and down.

Li Qinglin smiled and replied: "Hey, the martial arts masters in the school say that I am born with brute strength!"

After Li Qinglin's deliberate publicity in the past month, many people in the outer courtyard knew that he was born with brute strength, and even had the endorsement of Fu Wushu!

Sooner or later, Li Qinglin will reveal his soaring strength, so it is natural to give everyone a vaccination in advance to lay the groundwork.

The man nodded in understanding: "No wonder, it's so good to practice martial arts, don't let it go to waste."

Li Qinglin cupped his hands and carried a few more bags of food and grass onto the car.

The bag fell down with a sound, and the wheels of the cart suddenly sank.

"Thank you, Brother Lin."

Xiao Liu's face was pale and his fingers were purple from being strangled. At this moment, he bowed his hands to Li Qinglin to thank him.

Xiao Liu had been injured for a hundred days, and had been whipped dozens of times by Manager Wang, which cost him half his life.

But the royal residence does not support idlers.

Before Xiao Liu's injury healed, he had already rearranged his errands.

The grain and grass transportation is almost done.

Xiao Liu carefully took out two pieces of dry food wrapped in clean floral cloth from his arms and ran to Ruan Qi in the service team.

"Here! Ah Qi, let me take you to eat on the road."

Ruan Qi seemed to be thinking about something and was a little distracted. He took it a moment later.

"Oh, thank you." Donkey Face gave Ruan Qi a bottle of Qili San, which can treat external injuries.

Zhang Gong and Feng Dao gave Ruan Qi a thin coat and a dagger ground from cow bones respectively.

The road ahead is long and pioneering is difficult. Several people wonder if they will see Ruan Qi again among those returning.

But the rabbit dies and the fox is sad.

Counting the time, Donkey Face and the others will also serve in the army next month.

This month, except for Donkey Lian and Xiao Liu, Li Qinglin and Ruan Qi have drifted apart and become strangers to each other.

Regarding Ruan Qi and others' choice to pursue advantages and avoid disadvantages, Li Qinglin chose to respect them, and was naturally rude at this time.

With whips and horses whipped, the team set off.

Unexpectedly, Ruan Qi suddenly strode towards Li Qinglin.

He stood in front of Li Qinglin, looked directly into his eyes, and said word by word,
  "Li Qinglin, you know, I have always envied you."

"I am an orphan, Donkey Face is also an orphan, so are Zhang Gong and Feng Dao!"

"Only you! You have a mother, younger brothers and sisters. Even if your father died, he left you a lot of money!"

As he spoke, Ruan Qi suddenly took out a bag from his arms and stuffed it into Li Qinglin's hand.

Li Qinglin looked at it in surprise and saw that there was half a copper coin and a thumb-shaped piece of crimson wood in the bag. The wood was like jade and water, exuding a faint smell of vinegar, but smelling it made him feel relaxed and happy, and he felt a little energetic.

Ruan Qi's eyes suddenly became sharp,
  "What a natural brute force! It will be better if you offend Manager Wang!"

"Li Qinglin, if I die, you must go to my grave and tell me what happened to Manager Wang! These things are the reward!"

"If I live..."

Ruan Qi turned around resolutely and strode forward.

"Let's compete to see who can take the first step and take off Manager Wang's skin!"

……

On that day, a new batch of tenant servants entered the government to fill the vacancies of those serving in the army.

There was a young man named Wei Liang, who was twelve or thirteen years old, who was assigned to raise insects and took over Ruan Qi's job.

Wei Liang was a little enthusiastic. He went to Li Qinglin and Donkey Lian one by one to say hello, with the 'senior' on the left and the 'eldest brother' on the right.

Li Qinglin's reaction to Wei Liang was very dull.

But in my mind, the words Ruan Qi said before leaving kept popping up.

Everyone is working hard to live.

Unfortunately, sometimes the harder you work, the more ruthless exploitation you get.

"The king is in charge. The king is in charge."

Li Qinglin recited these three words silently in his heart over and over again.

After receiving the recent expenses for raising winter insects from Master Ma, Li Qinglin returned to the courtyard.

Lock the door and close the windows.

Li Qinglin's body suddenly made a crisp sound like fried beans.

"Xu..."

A long breath of turbid air was exhaled, like a dragon breaking through the air, and the charcoal fire in the house was swaying.

Like a sleeping tiger, Li Qinglin opened his eyes and stood up to shake his body.

Lowering the waist and sitting on the crotch, all the details of the herb-picking standing skill come to mind.

Quiet quickly.

Li Qinglin's toes were firmly clasped on the ground, but they were not rigid and motionless, but were like duck webs, loosening from time to time.

Two warm currents came from the soles of the feet and went straight to the head.

Li Qinglin felt vaguely that something was pulling his head upward, and his body and mind were soaked in the hot spring, lazily.

Gives people a light and agile feeling.

It is the third level of herbal picking station skills, virtual spirit and strength!
  Li Qinglin didn't stand for a long time. After a cup of tea, he suddenly came back to his senses, stepped forward, clasped fists in his hands, and suddenly pushed out!

‘Crack! ’

There was an explosion inside the house.

Although the sound is not as clear and loud as the Fu Martial Master's demonstration that day, it is essentially the same thing!

A sound priceless to buy!

Li Qinglin slowly opened his eyes, and light flashed through his clean pupils.

In just one month, Li Qinglin trained tirelessly under the stars and the moon.

The herbal picking station skills have been pushed to the level of great success!
  Martial arts master, there is hope!
  (End of this chapter)