Chapter 63 Returning to the clan, leaving the clan
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Jiu Yu
Looking at the disciple's leaving figure, the member of the military opened his mouth and said one last word.
"Master Immortal is really busy."
"Yeah yeah."
Hearing this, everyone behind him nodded in agreement, isn't it? They only stayed for a cup of tea. To be honest, Yuanwai has never encountered such a thing in his many years of life.
The sect disciples I met before, even if they were small sects, each one was worth as much as [-] to [-] yuan.
When someone comes to slay demons, you still have to serve them.
It's not like a disciple of the Taoist Sect. He said he was here to slay demons, but he really was just here to slay demons. He didn't even drink a sip of tea.
"As expected of a disciple of the great sect."
He sighed sincerely, but what he didn't know was that the reason why this disciple went back in such a hurry was because he was in a hurry to have breakfast.
Compared with the food in the kitchen, how good is your poor tea?
They galloped all the way under the night, heading straight for Daoyizong.
Such a scene was not uncommon on this night, and looking at the clothes they were wearing, they were all Divine Sword Peak disciples.
The three tasks he took on during the day were completed overnight, and he went straight to the sect without rest, just to have a bite of breakfast.
As the sky gradually became brighter, a faint sound of horse hooves could be heard at Daoyizong Racecourse.
The deacon who was practicing suddenly woke up and walked out of the yard suspiciously.
"Who is this so early in the morning?"
As soon as he finished speaking, streaks of smoke and dust were seen rising from all directions, and then thousands of Divine Sword Peak disciples riding monster horses rushed towards the racecourse at full speed.
"Fuck..."
Just like facing the charge of thousands of troops, the deacon's expression suddenly changed, and his movements were not slow at all. He dodged sideways and avoided everyone.
"Deacon, the horse is here, please register, I have something else to do."
"Me too, please bother me, Deacon."
"And I."
Then, before he could speak, the disciples jumped off their horses, hurriedly said a few words, and turned around to leave.
That speed looked even faster than when he was riding a horse just now.
Thousands of Divine Sword Peak disciples all disappeared in less than ten breaths, leaving only the stunned deacon and a group of monster horses with question marks on their heads.
These demon horses are somewhat intelligent, but not very intelligent, so they cannot figure out complex problems.
All I know is that this time they went out, they seemed to be running all the way, and other than that they didn't do anything else.
The more ruthless disciples did not even give these demon horses a sip of water. As a result, a small number of demon horses were already suffering from dehydration.
"Animal. Raw."
After checking these monster horses, I quickly came to the conclusion that they had collapsed due to overexertion caused by running for a long time, coupled with the lack of water and food.
The deacon cursed angrily. He had been in charge of the racecourse for many years and had never seen such a disciple. What would happen if you gave the horse a sip of water?
Seeing the demon horse that was almost frothing at the mouth, the deacon felt extremely distressed.
But of course, the disciples of Divine Sword Peak didn't know this, so they hurried back to Divine Sword Peak and went straight to the kitchen without even returning to their residence.
"Rush, rush, rush."
"I'm exhausted after running around all day. I won't be able to get better without a meal of Junior Brother Changqing's cooking."
The disciples who had returned from abroad and the disciples who were at Divine Sword Peak met at the corner as expected.
The moment the two sides met, those disciples of Shenjian Peak who had not yet had time to go out on missions suddenly showed bright smiles, and someone shouted loudly.
"Go ahead, they've been tired for the whole day, I have the advantage."
"Go on."
"Come on."
For a moment, the two sides collided directly with each other, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, handyman disciples against handyman disciples, outer sect disciples against outer sect disciples, and inner sect disciples against inner sect disciples.
After a fierce fight, breakfast began.
What I had for breakfast today was spicy and sour wontons, which was good at restoring my physical strength.
And this was Ye Changqing's intention. He knew that many disciples were out on missions, so he specifically chose this breakfast.
"delicious."
"Don't talk when it's delicious. Don't talk when you eat or sleep, you know? Your saliva is all sprayed on my face."
The meal was like a storm, but something was a little strange today. After breakfast, the disciples didn't take any rest.
In the past, after eating, everyone would chat in the kitchen for a while before leaving, but today, after eating, almost all the disciples left directly.
And their destination is naturally the main peak mission hall.
Hand in yesterday's task first, and then take on new tasks.
It was just getting dark, and the deacon at the mission hall had just finished his shift and was talking about the Divine Sword Peak.
"Did anything happen yesterday?"
"No, it's quite the rule. Each person only took on three tasks."
"That's good..........."
Before he finished speaking, a group of Divine Sword Peak disciples poured in from outside. Seeing this, the deacons' eyelids jumped and they asked without confidence.
"You...what are you going to do?"
"Hand in the mission."
Thousands of Divine Sword Peak disciples have completed handover registrations.
Looking at these tasks, the deacons were a little confused.
If I remember correctly, the tasks these people are taking over now seem to have been taken over just yesterday, right?
Moreover, almost everyone took on three tasks. In other words, they completed three tasks in one day? To be precise, less than a day.
The registration was completed in a daze, and then the disciples chose new tasks, still three for each person.
After registering with the deacon, he rushed out of the deacon hall again, and the whole process took no more than half an hour.
"This, this, this..."
"Do you want to tell the hall master what happened?"
"What do you mean? Each of them took on three tasks and there were no violations. Why should I sue?"
"Yes, at most it's a little more efficient."
Seeing that the formation light screen was mostly empty again, all the deacons sighed helplessly. Just at this time, disciples from other peaks came.
This time was already very early, but when they walked into the mission hall and saw the formation light curtain, their steps stopped instantly.
"Why are there so few tasks?"
"Isn't it the people from Divine Sword Peak who are here again?"
"Isn't it possible? Are you here so early?"
After asking, they found out that it was really the disciples from Divine Sword Peak who came. Several people were speechless. Fortunately, the deacons immediately supplemented the tasks, and this was considered stable.
At the racecourse at the foot of the mountain, the deacon, who had not rested for long, welcomed the disciples of Divine Sword Peak again.
Seeing many old faces among them, the deacon said doubtfully.
"Didn't you just return to the sect? Why are you going out again?"
"There have been a lot of tasks recently, so please register as soon as possible, deacon."
"It's strange, isn't the sect's mandatory mission only once a month? Why are these disciples......"
When did the disciples of Dao Yizong become so busy? It was strange that they had to go out again less than an hour after returning to the sect.
"Master Immortal is really busy."
"Yeah yeah."
Hearing this, everyone behind him nodded in agreement, isn't it? They only stayed for a cup of tea. To be honest, Yuanwai has never encountered such a thing in his many years of life.
The sect disciples I met before, even if they were small sects, each one was worth as much as [-] to [-] yuan.
When someone comes to slay demons, you still have to serve them.
It's not like a disciple of the Taoist Sect. He said he was here to slay demons, but he really was just here to slay demons. He didn't even drink a sip of tea.
"As expected of a disciple of the great sect."
He sighed sincerely, but what he didn't know was that the reason why this disciple went back in such a hurry was because he was in a hurry to have breakfast.
Compared with the food in the kitchen, how good is your poor tea?
They galloped all the way under the night, heading straight for Daoyizong.
Such a scene was not uncommon on this night, and looking at the clothes they were wearing, they were all Divine Sword Peak disciples.
The three tasks he took on during the day were completed overnight, and he went straight to the sect without rest, just to have a bite of breakfast.
As the sky gradually became brighter, a faint sound of horse hooves could be heard at Daoyizong Racecourse.
The deacon who was practicing suddenly woke up and walked out of the yard suspiciously.
"Who is this so early in the morning?"
As soon as he finished speaking, streaks of smoke and dust were seen rising from all directions, and then thousands of Divine Sword Peak disciples riding monster horses rushed towards the racecourse at full speed.
"Fuck..."
Just like facing the charge of thousands of troops, the deacon's expression suddenly changed, and his movements were not slow at all. He dodged sideways and avoided everyone.
"Deacon, the horse is here, please register, I have something else to do."
"Me too, please bother me, Deacon."
"And I."
Then, before he could speak, the disciples jumped off their horses, hurriedly said a few words, and turned around to leave.
That speed looked even faster than when he was riding a horse just now.
Thousands of Divine Sword Peak disciples all disappeared in less than ten breaths, leaving only the stunned deacon and a group of monster horses with question marks on their heads.
These demon horses are somewhat intelligent, but not very intelligent, so they cannot figure out complex problems.
All I know is that this time they went out, they seemed to be running all the way, and other than that they didn't do anything else.
The more ruthless disciples did not even give these demon horses a sip of water. As a result, a small number of demon horses were already suffering from dehydration.
"Animal. Raw."
After checking these monster horses, I quickly came to the conclusion that they had collapsed due to overexertion caused by running for a long time, coupled with the lack of water and food.
The deacon cursed angrily. He had been in charge of the racecourse for many years and had never seen such a disciple. What would happen if you gave the horse a sip of water?
Seeing the demon horse that was almost frothing at the mouth, the deacon felt extremely distressed.
But of course, the disciples of Divine Sword Peak didn't know this, so they hurried back to Divine Sword Peak and went straight to the kitchen without even returning to their residence.
"Rush, rush, rush."
"I'm exhausted after running around all day. I won't be able to get better without a meal of Junior Brother Changqing's cooking."
The disciples who had returned from abroad and the disciples who were at Divine Sword Peak met at the corner as expected.
The moment the two sides met, those disciples of Shenjian Peak who had not yet had time to go out on missions suddenly showed bright smiles, and someone shouted loudly.
"Go ahead, they've been tired for the whole day, I have the advantage."
"Go on."
"Come on."
For a moment, the two sides collided directly with each other, soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, handyman disciples against handyman disciples, outer sect disciples against outer sect disciples, and inner sect disciples against inner sect disciples.
After a fierce fight, breakfast began.
What I had for breakfast today was spicy and sour wontons, which was good at restoring my physical strength.
And this was Ye Changqing's intention. He knew that many disciples were out on missions, so he specifically chose this breakfast.
"delicious."
"Don't talk when it's delicious. Don't talk when you eat or sleep, you know? Your saliva is all sprayed on my face."
The meal was like a storm, but something was a little strange today. After breakfast, the disciples didn't take any rest.
In the past, after eating, everyone would chat in the kitchen for a while before leaving, but today, after eating, almost all the disciples left directly.
And their destination is naturally the main peak mission hall.
Hand in yesterday's task first, and then take on new tasks.
It was just getting dark, and the deacon at the mission hall had just finished his shift and was talking about the Divine Sword Peak.
"Did anything happen yesterday?"
"No, it's quite the rule. Each person only took on three tasks."
"That's good..........."
Before he finished speaking, a group of Divine Sword Peak disciples poured in from outside. Seeing this, the deacons' eyelids jumped and they asked without confidence.
"You...what are you going to do?"
"Hand in the mission."
Thousands of Divine Sword Peak disciples have completed handover registrations.
Looking at these tasks, the deacons were a little confused.
If I remember correctly, the tasks these people are taking over now seem to have been taken over just yesterday, right?
Moreover, almost everyone took on three tasks. In other words, they completed three tasks in one day? To be precise, less than a day.
The registration was completed in a daze, and then the disciples chose new tasks, still three for each person.
After registering with the deacon, he rushed out of the deacon hall again, and the whole process took no more than half an hour.
"This, this, this..."
"Do you want to tell the hall master what happened?"
"What do you mean? Each of them took on three tasks and there were no violations. Why should I sue?"
"Yes, at most it's a little more efficient."
Seeing that the formation light screen was mostly empty again, all the deacons sighed helplessly. Just at this time, disciples from other peaks came.
This time was already very early, but when they walked into the mission hall and saw the formation light curtain, their steps stopped instantly.
"Why are there so few tasks?"
"Isn't it the people from Divine Sword Peak who are here again?"
"Isn't it possible? Are you here so early?"
After asking, they found out that it was really the disciples from Divine Sword Peak who came. Several people were speechless. Fortunately, the deacons immediately supplemented the tasks, and this was considered stable.
At the racecourse at the foot of the mountain, the deacon, who had not rested for long, welcomed the disciples of Divine Sword Peak again.
Seeing many old faces among them, the deacon said doubtfully.
"Didn't you just return to the sect? Why are you going out again?"
"There have been a lot of tasks recently, so please register as soon as possible, deacon."
"It's strange, isn't the sect's mandatory mission only once a month? Why are these disciples......"
When did the disciples of Dao Yizong become so busy? It was strange that they had to go out again less than an hour after returning to the sect.
