The tent was very messy, extremely messy. There was garbage and rag everywhere. Even if Tian Gong was killed, he would never have thought that the first thing he did when he came to the Shangjian Sect station in Dawang City was to clean up!

Throw everything that can be thrown out of the tent, and then... the tent is empty.

Tian Gong stood at the door and thought for a long time. He carefully cleaned up the ground, put down the boxes and arranged them side by side, and lay them on the boxes that night and fooled them.

It was really cold in the north, and in the middle of the night, Tian Gong woke up.

The strong body will not be frozen, but the temperature changes too much. I still feel it. I sat on the box and looked around. There was no light, it was pitch black. Twenty-one tents were hidden in the dark, as if they had never existed.

Living in such a place is even more exiled than exile.

Fortunately, the kind-hearted uncle of Shangjian Sect who didn't know the name reminded him, otherwise... Tian Gong looked up at the starry sky and suddenly felt a little moved.

Everyone has more or less secrets. Tian Gong’s secret is extremely big, so big that it cannot be told to others.

He was sighing, why did I come to this world, how could I do a bullshit undercover... No, I did a bullshit undercover three times!

There are too many things that don’t need to be cared about. Tian Gong felt that he didn’t care much about everything in this world, so he was brought into the Shangjian Sect, so he was taken to the Ran family, and so he practiced for a long time but could not be promoted to the Bronze Warrior.

It's just a bronze warrior, he just doesn't want to. The higher his cultivation level, the more troubles it is. Tian Gong is used to the helpless death of many masters, and just wants to live a quiet life. It seems that life is not as good as he wishes.

It was really not as good as I wanted. When I returned to Shangjian Sect, I practiced "Qi Refining Technique" and became a third-level warrior. I originally planned to be a little serious and work hard to reach the level of the Golden God of War...

A beautiful idea was thrown into Dawang City by Senior Brother Zhan...

The bronze warrior, the silver warrior, the golden warrior, the goal that all martial arts masters in the world are crazy pursuits. Anyone wants to climb to the highest peak, stand above thousands of people and look up at the sky, and accept the look up to hundreds of millions of people.

Tian Gong jumped out of the box, walked around the tent, slapped it a few times, and the dust fell.

It turns out that he is a cultivator. He only wants to practice. Even if he lives in a doghouse, even if the tent has accumulated dust for decades, he doesn't care.

Looking into the distance, in the darkness, there was no tent where the eyes were exhausted. The distance was really far enough.

Squat down and grabbed the soil to see it. It was very fertile.

This is an extremely huge open space, with human feces, birds and beast feces, and gifts from nature all staying in the soil. There happened to be a group of cultivators living. Even the lazy cultivators would not tolerate overgrowth of weeds. They always had to practice and always had to walk around and perfectly complete the weeding task.

Open your palm and sprinkle away the soil, turn to look at the tent.

Not satisfied, not satisfied from beginning to end!

Touching the spirit stones in your pocket, there are five pieces in total. This thing seems to be of little use?

I got up and walked around this place slowly. With the tent of Shangjian Sect as the center, there was not a tent within a radius of 1,000 meters. It was very good, very good!

As he walked and made plans, a man in black suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was silent, as if it was standing there.

Tian Gong looked up and thought for a moment, then suddenly held his chest: "Oh my god, I'm scared to death."

The man was very thin and had a cold look: "Bored." He disappeared in the darkness.

No need to ask, it must be the unlucky guy from a bullshit sect. Tian Gong continued to stroll around, and looked at the gray air in the air.

There is no light, this piece is only pitch black. The thin white fog in the air has some colors.

As I was walking, I suddenly heard a voice: "Be careful!"

Tian Gong stopped... Another bald man appeared in front of him. Unlike the monk he saw during the day, this guy was buried in the soil, revealing his head.

Tian Gong was a little curious: "Who buried it?"

This bald man obviously has a bad temper: "Get out!"

Tian Gong was even more curious: "How did you come out?"

"Get out!" The bald man's voice became louder.

"Are you... you planted by someone?"

The bald man looked up and his eyes stabbed his body like a knife. Tian Gong hurriedly stepped back: "Crazy."

Walking around under the starlight, touching the five spirit stones around your waist... Forget it, what if it can be used?

Not long after dawn, Tian Gong began to work, building a new residence like a dirt house.

The first troublesome thing is that there is no water!

I went to ask the monk who was very kind and gave me a serious introduction to the geographical environment of Dawang City...

Strictly speaking, there is water, and there is a river a hundred miles west of Dawang City...

It’s okay to drink water, it’s just a trip. But if it’s any other use? The second thing Tian Gong did when he came to Dawang City was to dig a well.

Walk through this place again and carefully choose a place to dig.

Dawang City is a legendary city that can be said to not exist or is full of legendary colors. Nearly a thousand cultivators have come here in hundreds of years, but this is the first time that a cultivator has come to dig a well!

Just eat water. The diligent people ran to the river to carry a tank. The lazy people condensed clean water in the air. The even lazy people practiced like monks with their eyes closed. Not to mention drinking water, they even saved their bowel movements.

Tian Gong digs well very seriously.

He brought a lot of things over, such as pick-and-spawn shovels, and spent half a day digging the exit well. The problem was that there were no bucket ropes and no stones.

Tian Gong scratched his head a little, emptied the box, and carried it to the far mountain.

From this day on, Mr. Tian Da transformed into a hardworking worker ant, went to the distant mountains to mine stones and wood, and came back to build wells and houses.

There are only practitioners in Dawang City. Although they are indifferent to external affairs, Mr. Tian Da ran around with a stone... Three people watched the fun one after another.

The first person was a fat man. He came back with a box as big as a carriage and found that the empty Dawang City was piled with a lot of stone and wood. He grabbed the legs of lamb in his hand and came over to watch the fun while eating.

Not long after, Tian Gong came back with a stone, and the fat man was happy: "A fellow disciple."

Tian Gong put down the stone: "Hello, fellow disciple."

The fat man was even more happy: "Tell me, who have you offended?"

"What?"

"Who did you offend and be sent here?"

Tian Gong thought for a moment: "I don't know."

The fat man nodded: "Then you are too stupid, you don't know if you offend anyone." He put down the box and sat on it: "Can you eat? The elbow I just bought."

"I have."

"Where is wine? Drink some?"

"Thank you for your kindness, but I want to work." Tian Gong ran to the distance.

The fat man looked at Tian Gong's back with interest: "This newcomer is interesting."

The second man wore a mask and a black robe dragged to the ground. At night, he floated over like a ghost, glanced at Tian Gong, looked at the well and the stone, and floated away like a ghost.

The third person who came to see the fun was an old lady, with silver hair and wrinkles on her face. She felt a little hostile at first glance. She walked around this place indifferently and left indifferently.

There are twenty-one tents in Dawang City, and two bald people are playing assassination. Together, there are about thirty people, and some of them live in two tents.

But only three out of more than 30 people were curious.

Tian Gongquan didn't care. At the beginning, he thought about getting some stones to repair the well. He didn't want to get the stones to be more addicted, so he actually dug many of them back.

The third level of bronze cultivation was only achieved by digging stones to reach the fourth level of bronze.

When promoted to a level 4 warrior, Tian Gong was a little surprised. It seems that I am a real genius master.

In ten days, stones of various shapes piled up into a mountain, and the well was first repaired.

Tian Gong is really a craftsman. He is not only good at refining weapons, but also good at building houses and wells.

Build a simple hut that can be lived in, and place the remaining stones into a half-meter-high wall to enclose the area.

If it was an ordinary person, they might be considering his land enclosure movement and say that you have taken advantage of my family. The practitioners are different. Seeing Tian Gong messing around and encircling the originally empty land, they just took a look and went back to the tent.

If you have a heavy practice, nothing is important except practice.

So in less than a month, Tian Gong not only got a lot of stones and wood, but also dug wells to build a house to circle a very large yard.

The fat man is the kinder person who occasionally comes to talk nonsense.

Unlike others, he doesn't practice, and he will carry a huge box every few days. It seems that for him, eating is practicing.

Tian Gong also went out and bought a lot of daily necessities, a lot of food, and a lot of seeds at the cost of a spirit stone.

When Tian Gong started plowing the land, the fat man's eyes widened: "Little boy, which sect are you from? Your sect still teaches you how to farm?"

Tian Gong, who is extremely powerful, is the most handsome ox. He runs and digs casually. The land in the yard is turned over and then seeds are sprinkled.

Cultivation is really a particularly loving thing. Tian Gong, who originally wanted to be lazy and spend his whole life leisurely, had this kind of life after encountering various things and being exiled to Dawang City.

The big fat man comes from the Yuzhen Sect of Chudi, and has a very nice name, Chu Tiankuo.

Chu Tiankuo likes to eat, Tian Gong likes to be busy, so the two of them can chat with each other.

In the evening, Tian Gong, who was lying on a rocking chair with a thick blanket, looked up at the night sky, and Chu Tiankuo would run away and talk nonsense.

The seeds germinate quickly, and green seedlings poked out of the soil in just a few days.

Chu Tiankuo seemed to have discovered something strange and often squatted down to watch.

This is true once, twice, three times, Tian Gong asked casually: "What are you looking at?"

“I’ve never seen seeds germinate before.”

Tian Gong was stunned for a moment, and he didn't seem to have looked at it carefully. So the next day, there were two more practitioners squatting to look at the seedlings in this large field.

The seedlings are growing slowly. It has been more than half a month since the fat man remembered to ask what seeds were planted and why he should grow vegetables here...

Tian Gong replied seriously: "This is the life I pursue."
Chapter completed!