I rely on collecting five blessings to cultivate immortality

Chapter 202 Is there any shit?
Ren Zhen was silent. A 17-year-old who has reached the eighth level of qi training can be called a genius. In heaven, this is just a level that has a chance of passing the high school entrance examination.

He couldn't help but asked again: "Then you say... is the Golden Core Stage so powerful?"

The maid raised her chin and said proudly: "Our princess... I'm not talking about Princess Wumo'er you've seen, but her sister, Princess Nuojiya! Princess Wumoer is already very powerful, Princess Nuojiya wants to Even more powerful! A white-haired old man traveled here ten years ago, and he stalked her to take her as a disciple, saying what she is...a genius that is rare in a century! He had already established his foundation when he left, and he must have already broken through the golden core now. The people who participated in the tea-horse market last time brought back news that Princess Nuojiya is already one of the top ten masters, and she is very famous! Her name was reported at the tea-horse market, and businessmen from the Central Plains rushed to do business. "

Ren Zhen pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: "She is so powerful, so your tribe must be very powerful, right?"

The servant girl's face suddenly dimmed, and she lowered her head.The flames kept flickering, and the melodious sound of the piano came from a distance, and the majestic singing sounded a little desolate.

Ren Zhen put away his smile and didn't say any more.He noticed that there were many wounded soldiers in the tribe, and they seemed to have just returned from defeat.

The maid spoke again, with a sad tone: "Princess Nuojiya never came back after she left... We don't know how to send her a message. The people of the Central Plains are not friendly to us grassland people and don't let us pass through the border freely. I I believe Princess Nuojiya will definitely come back!"

Ren Zhen asked: "Do you really need her help now?"

The maid glanced at Ren Zhen, then turned to the bonfire, and said, "We were defeated by the Golden Eagle tribe half a year ago, and all other tribes on the grassland were defeated by the Golden Eagle tribe."

Ren Zhen noticed the stubbornness in the maid's unfamiliar Chinese dialect.

The maid took a deep breath and said tremblingly, "Khan was injured by a hidden arrow in that battle, and his soul returned to the sky. Now the Golden Eagle tribe wants to annex us and start another war..."

Ren Zhen remained silent, and Khan died in battle. This princess Nuojiya has not come back, and she probably will not come back now. If there is no reinforcements, this tribe will all be reduced to slaves.

"Are you the slave Wu Mo'er picked up?" A sturdy middle-aged man walked out of the darkness. The firelight reflected his sharp cheeks. His gray eyes showed no emotion or anger. He was wearing luxurious pure white clothes. Wearing fur robes and a golden belt with a wolf head tied around his waist, he looks extremely majestic.

"King Khan!" The maid hurriedly knelt on the ground, her braid almost being ignited by the bonfire.

Ren Zhen turned his head to look at the man called King Khan, and the two stared at each other expressionlessly.

King Khan took the lead to look away, and sighed: "Wu Mo'er is always taboo to treat the Central Plains people badly, even a slave feels that he will look at me, that's all."

King Khan also sat down by the bonfire, yelling and cursing the grassland dialect. Although Ren Zhen couldn't understand it, he could tell that it was not a good thing. The maid's lips trembled a little, and her face was very ugly.

"I heard from Wu Mo'er that you are a cultivator and you have lost your memory?" King Khan stared at Ren Zhen with dull eyes.

Ren Zhen didn't open his mouth, but just nodded his chin.

King Khan was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "It's a lie."

Ren Zhen's face remained expressionless. He could feel that this so-called Khan King was only as strong as a foundation-building person. Even though he was seriously injured, he was not afraid of him finding trouble.

King Khan sneered, turned his head away, and said to himself: "I really don't know what good it is to treat the people of the Central Plains well. Nuojiya, who was far away in the Central Plains, died in the battle and did not come back. The tribe has not had Nanmu for so many years. It is in vain." Many fewer slaves."

His gray eyes reflected the flickering flames, and he said softly, "I just hope that I didn't pay in vain in the end..."

After finishing speaking, he got up and patted his butt, and told the trembling maid: "Tell Wu Mo'er that she will recommend a warrior for the martial arts competition in three days. Just find one. After all, the champion has been booked, even if it is for this It doesn’t matter if the slave comes on stage…”

King Khan took one last look at Ren Zhen, who was silent from beginning to end, and turned away from the bonfire.

Ren Zhen was arranged to live in a tent full of debris. The maid said it was a charity from the princess, and she arranged for him to live in a tent with a roof because of his injuries.Early the next morning, the maid brought him a carved wooden mask and asked him to put it on and go to work with her.Although it is not necessary to wear shackles, as a Central Plains man who has fallen on the grassland, he is still a slave of the princess in name and must cover his face.Ren Zhen kept complaining in a low voice that as a patient, he still needed to work as a slave.

The job assigned to Ren Zhen by the maid was to dry horse manure. Under the scorching sun, he kept making manure cakes from the horse manure collected by the maid.Ren Zhen wrinkled his nose and put away the dung cake that had turned gray, and then spread the fresh brown horse dung flatly on the withered grass. He had some doubts in his heart whether he had been deliberately abused.

"Congratulations to the host for getting a dedication blessing!"

"Huabei has been automatically repaid, and the current bill payable is: 104."

"There are 16 days left until the repayment deadline."

The corner of Ren Zhen's mouth twitched, and he almost forgot about Huabei's arrears. He didn't expect that even if he was shoveling horse manure in the small world, the system would not give up and came to collect debts...

The maid looked at Ren Zhen, who suddenly burst into enthusiasm, with a confused expression. She not only finished the work assigned to him quickly, but also came to strengthen her own work...

Wu Mo'er came in riding boots, her black braided hair trembling slightly in the wind, she frowned and avoided Ren Zhen who was picking up shit everywhere.

"He has not recovered from his injuries, so why are he still allowed to do so many things?" Wu Mo'er asked.

The maid hurriedly said: "Princess, he is given the lightest work! But he has to run to pick up shit..."

Ren Zhen found that picking up feces is the most efficient way to obtain professional blessings. In less than a while, he had already obtained five lucky cards. He estimated that after picking up shit all over the place, he could get at least twenty professional blessings.

"I'm fine! Just move your body!" Ren Zhen shook his arm a few times to show that he was fine, and said with a smile: "Apart from here, is there any shit?"

Wu Mo'er wrinkled her nose and took a few steps back, fearing that a pile of horse manure would fly out when Ren Zhen shook her arm, she quickly exchanged a few words with the maid in grassland dialect, and fled without looking back.

The maid looked at Ren Zhen with a strange expression, and said, "The princess said that other people also need jobs, so you can't take them all by yourself..."

Ren Zhen let out a long sigh, shook his head regretfully, looked around at the war horses grazing, and seriously considered whether there was a way to make them poop more...

Seeing Ren Zhen staring at the horse's butt in deep thought, the maid couldn't help but shudder, and whispered: "Why are people from the Central Plains so perverted..."

(End of this chapter)