The monks in the eastern region began to suffer.

Their leader, wuwuwu, suddenly called them to the square in front of the bamboo tower like beating chicken blood

It's a square. In fact, it's a vacant lot. Give them more exercise training.

Every day with a small cane whip in front of them.

The emperor looked at them very unhappy. Sometimes he used the image array to record their training scenes and threatened to take them to Cangzhou and Mingzhou, Shenzhou, for their children to enjoy.

Let's see how the ancestors of their family who have soared to the Holy Land started their saltfish life.

Whoops

The emperor is so wicked!

Is she such a fool!

When the emperor did this, the monks in the eastern region were very hurt.

After five days of training, a cultivator in the eastern region began to slander: "Yuzhu, you are training our cultivators in the eastern region every day, saying that we should cultivate wasteland together in the future. We must first practice our physical strength."

"But we think that since you are the ruler of our whole holy land. No matter East, West, North and south, we should treat each other equally, right? "

"Yes, yes, brother Zhang is right."

He Weiping drew a corner of his mouth and said positively, "I also think what brother Zhang said is reasonable. Lord, since our future goal is common prosperity! First of all, we have to unify the pace of training. Are you right? "

Everyone nodded, with bright dog eyes, and looked at Lord Qiao. They all bowed their hands together. "Lord, please give me an order to transfer the people from the other three regions together for extra exercise."

Ha ha, the so-called solo music is not as good as all the music!

There's no reason to let the brothers and sisters of Dongyu live such a miserable life.

Arbor thought it was the same, waved and issued another order: to make the other three areas of the cultivators, gather in the square in front of the bamboo building on tomorrow's Day!

The miserable life mode of Shengyu brothers has been opened!

Xiaoyuzhu sent people to supervise their practice every day, and when he was free, he took a group of people to reclaim wasteland.

However, what makes people most happy is that in front of the bamboo tower gate, the first piece of wasteland reclaimed is gradually effective under the cultivation of Holy Land and holy water.

A month later, almost every household in the eastern region built bamboo buildings and lived a happy life.

Mo Baobao is idle every day. He is sent to the school by his father. He lives with a group of young children.

This day, the children pack up their things and go home after school.

All of a sudden, it was pulled.

Mo Baobao looks back and suddenly turns around.

He raised his small fist and made a fist on his face.

"Ouch." The man fell to the ground, covered his nose and cried out, "you little devil, how can you beat people?"

Guangguang adults carry the little schoolbag of Mo Baobao, and they are coming from behind. When they see a person lying on the ground, their small face immediately turns black. "My mother said that in all likelihood, those who love lying on the ground want to touch porcelain."

"That's right." Mo Baobao looks at him warily. "Grandpa, you are sneaking behind me. Do you want to pit me?"

The old man stood up with his back bent. He rolled his eyes angrily. "Young master, don't be ignorant of good people. I have a talisman script here. It's never handed out! Make sure you learn when you read, and you will be invincible in the world when you learn. "

"Hahaha." Mo Baobao couldn't help laughing.