In zonghoushan, He Lian, several disciples in white robes waved their silver pickaxes and smashed the purple crystal one after another. However, the purple crystal ore seemed to be very strong. The disciples smashed it dozens of times before smashing a small piece of it.

"Oh, no, I'm too tired. Let me have a rest."

A disciple said, throwing the pickaxe aside, and then sitting on the ground.

One of the disciples next to him saw this and stopped his pick to look at the other disciples.

"Well, let's have a rest."

As soon as the disciples heard this, they looked at each other, and then they put down their pickaxes and came over.

"Elder martial brother Gu Yun, do you think the Lord is crazy? Let's dig 100 Jin of ore for each of us. Since we have to dig with a few pickaxes, if we dig like this, we will have to dig until the year of the monkey and the moon of the horse!"

A disciple came up and complained.

The disciple, who was called Gu Yun, was also silent for a while, unable to say a word.

Although they have been punished at ordinary times, they also come to the mountain to dig ore, but in those days, zongmen will give them some more advanced mining equipment, drills, excavators and so on. The mining efficiency is much faster than now. A person can dig a 20 jin ore at least one day.

But now, take this broken pickaxe. Everyone may not be able to dig 10 jin of ore in a day.

Gu Yun shook his head and looked aside, only to find Lin Jiao standing there with a pickaxe digging the ore.

"Xiaojiao."

Cried Gu Yun.

Lin Jiao turned her head for a moment.

"Take a break. Don't do it. We can't finish the work for a while and a half."

Lin Jiao looked at the pickaxe in her hand, thought for a while, nodded, and finally put down the pickaxe and walked to them, and sat down gently.

"Younger martial sister, I'm sorry to have affected you this time."

Gu Yun looks at Lin Jiao, who is sweating, with a guilty look on her face.

"It's OK, elder martial brother. I think the Lord only gives us pickaxes instead of other mining equipment this time. I think it's just to let us have a long memory. I think someone will come soon to let us out."

Lin Jiao said with a faint smile on her face.

But when she had just finished speaking, another disciple said with some dissatisfaction.

"Long memory? They are the people of tianxingmen, let's have little memory! "

Everyone looked at the disciple who was talking. Gu Yun frowned at him.

But he didn't show any restraint.

"Am I not right?"

The disciple said in a cold voice, his tone was full of malice towards tianxingmen.

Several other disciples were silent, including Gu Yun, who lowered his head to meditate.

"But I think it's called Ye Ziheng. He seems to have a good temper."

Lin Jiao defends ye Ziheng.

But the disciple sneered twice.

"These days, the disciples of tianxingmen are more dirty and dirty than others. Now they are talking and laughing with you because they are afraid of the crowd outside. But if they meet him alone, they will not be polite to you."

Saying this, the disciple paused and went on.

"Lin Jiao, I advise you to stay away from him, or your kindness will hurt you at last. Who knows if this bastard will have any bad thoughts on you, and take advantage of you when you are alone..."

"You're done with your face!"

Gu Yun suddenly called out, interrupting his words, which was called Mu Yan's insight. He just glanced at Gu Yun lightly, but he didn't say anything.

Then there was a silence.