"What happened to Mr. Tie?" Old Man Wang asked cautiously.

Although Mr. Tie is moody, Old Man Wang has been with him for decades, so naturally he doesn't want something wrong with Mr. Tie.

The female monk shook her head and said, "The Yuqing Sect has sneaked into the demon cultivator recently. The outer sect specially asked us to protect us, so you don't have to worry."

When Old Man Wang heard this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He bowed and turned and left.

The two monks walked away and meditated under the trees on both sides of the gate of the Herb Garden.

As they began to breathe, a whirlwind appeared all over them with naked eyes.

That's spiritual energy.

Han Jue thought silently and continued to sprinkle water.

...

The second day.

Han Jue continued to shake the dice.

【Spiritual Root Qualification: None】

Han Jue rolled his eyes.

He didn't find it strange.

He was not panicked either. He had already shook out four top innate fortunes, and his spiritual root qualifications could be shaken slowly.

The addition of the two monks did not change the lives of the slaves in the Herb Garden.

The boring life continues.

In addition to working, Han Jue exercises his body and shakes dice every day.

Day 3.

Shake the dice!

【Spiritual Root Qualification: None】

OK!

I'm on the pole!

Han Jue cursed in his heart.

Day 4.

[Spiritual root qualification: Five elements mixed spiritual roots, it is difficult to achieve success and foundation building]

Well, it’s the standard for mortals to cultivate immortality.

Han Jue shook his head.

He still has to continue to shake, even if he beats him to death, he cannot cultivate immortality.

In this way, Han Jue exercises daily and shakes dice every day.

Most of the time it is mixed spirit roots.

He was not discouraged, and believed that he could always shake the spiritual root qualifications that were against the will of heaven.

It’s okay to practice immortality later.

Anyway, he has no enemies.

...

Two years later.

When Mr. Tie came back, the two monks bowed and said goodbye.

All the slaves gathered over and bowed to the old man.

Old Tie is wearing a black robe, with two gourds on his waist, his hair is black and white, and his face is sarcastic, giving people the impression of a bad temper.

"Not bad, no errors."

Tie Lao looked around and smiled with satisfaction.

The servants breathed a sigh of relief and all smiled.

Old Tie looked at Han Jue and the other boys beside him.

"You four come with me."

Lao Tie pointed for a moment and walked towards his attic.

Han Jue is one of the four.

They immediately followed.

"Do we have to be arranged to be responsible for part of the park?" Han Jue thought silently.

He suddenly noticed that the right hand in Tie Laoxiu was dripping blood.

Han Jue was suddenly terrified.

Could it be that Old Tie was injured and wanted to use them to refine puppets or pills?

Han Jue has read many novels of cultivating immortals in his previous life, and the most impressive sentence is that he is a fellow Taoist who dies and does not die.

For monks, nothing is more important than their own life.

The more Han Jue thought about it, the more he became, the more he was afraid to escape, so he could only try his best to restrain himself.

After entering the house, a young man closed the door.

Old Tie sat on the head seat and looked at Han Jue and the other four.

"You stretch out your hands." Old Tie said and ordered.

Han Jue and the other two raised their right hands one after another.

Tie Lao touched it one by one.

Han Jue was getting goosebumps almost.

"You have spiritual roots, so let others go back."

Old Tie said to a tall and strong boy.

Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief.

Early this morning, he shook his spiritual root qualifications. Yesterday he was still the four spiritual roots, but today he shook them away.

Unexpectedly, it was a blessing in disguise.

Han Jue glanced at the tall and strong boy with sympathy.

Zhang Ge, a passionate child king who likes pigeons.

The other two teenagers looked at Zhang Ge enviously.

Zhang Ge was both expectant and nervous.

Lao Tie did not allow slaves to practice, but this was the first time that he had examined the spiritual roots for his slaves.

After leaving the attic, Han Viei ignored the discussions between the other two teenagers and went back to continue working.

Since then, Zhang Ge no longer participated in labor.

It turned out that he was adopted as his apprentice by Lao Tie, which made other slaves even more envious and jealous.

Han Jue was not envious at all.

There must be a fraud!

Raise first and then kill!

Han Jue is very glad that he was not selected.

He has a system and does not need to be a disciple.

...

In a blink of an eye, it was another two years.

Old Tie left the herb garden again half a year ago. After he left, the two monks who had come to protect the herb garden came again.

Zhang Ge is now a Qi Refining Cultivator and is still talking to the two monks.

All slaves now have to rest on his nose.

Fortunately, Zhang Ge is busy practicing on weekdays and does not bully other slaves.

These slaves were slaves throughout their lives. Tie Lao often went out, and they were not allowed to leave the herb garden. There were no disputes over interests, so there were few conflicts.

Han Jue is already fifteen years old and is still low-key.

In four years, the best qualification he has ever experienced is the Three Spirit Roots, which can be practiced to the Golden Elixir Realm.
To be continued...