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Chapter 159 The Fourth Natural Disaster
Three days later, Zhu Jue finally ushered in his first salary payment day.

He didn't talk nonsense, he directly extended his hand to Zhang Sirui, and the two directly made eye contact.

Zhang Sirui has no intention of defaulting on this aspect either.

Without saying a word, he gave Zhu Juexin a piece of Enlightenment tea very simply.

Zhu Jue put away the tea leaves, observed them carefully, and put them into his arms after confirming that they were correct.

Seeing Zhu Jue's actions, Zhang Sirui was quite hurt, "Oh, after spending so many days together, you still doubt my character."

"To be on the safe side, it's just a routine inspection." Zhu Jue said blankly, "Zhang San, our contract originally stipulates that you can cancel the employment freely after you settle the settlement every seven days."

"If you feel bored, you can go now by yourself."

Zhang Sirui smacked his lips, as if he had seen through everything, "Forget it, let's leave it at that for now."

"Anyway, I have nowhere to go, and I have no friends outside. It's better to hang out with two people than alone."

"It's up to you." Zhu Jue didn't say much, and continued on his way.

Zhang Sirui was about to follow up, when he suddenly saw a few people wandering around here not far away.

Still picking up things on the ground from time to time.

He caught up with Zhu Jue, pointed at those people, "Hey, what do those people do?"

Zhu Jue has long been familiar with the surrounding environment.

Without raising his eyelids, he said, "It's just a casual cultivator who picks up waste."

"Casual cultivator?" Zhang Sirui didn't have much impression of this term.

Asked: "Which school and sect are casual cultivators?"

Zhu Jue glanced at him, wondering if this guy was trying to amuse himself.

But because he decided to pay himself a salary, he explained one more sentence, "Scattered cultivators are monks without affiliation."

Hearing this, Zhang Sirui's eyes lit up immediately, "Then they can do whatever they want, and they are very free?"

"Freedom?" Zhu Jue nodded noncommittally, "It is indeed very free, but most of them are not free by their own choice."

"What do you mean, if they have a choice, they will not be casual cultivators? Isn't freedom not good?" Zhang Sirui was very puzzled.

In his opinion, freedom is more precious than anything else.

Being able to cultivate immortals so freely, rest when you want to rest, and do whatever you want, isn't it just doing whatever you want.

The life of these casual cultivators seemed to him like living in a paradise.

At the same time, he was also very curious about how Zhu Jue recognized their identities at a glance, "How did you know that they were casual cultivators?"

Zhu Jue took a look at him and realized that this guy really didn't know what a loose cultivator was.

I had no choice but to patiently explain to this bastard who doesn't eat minced meat, "You can tell them by looking at their scattered clothes and the messy smell on their bodies."

"Look carefully, it's easy to tell, there are sects or descendants of aristocratic families, it's impossible for them to be as messy as they look."

"Moreover, casual cultivators are all individual actions, and at most there are only three or two people in a team, which is completely different from the sect disciples who are often in groups."

"Also." Zhu Jue thought for a while, and decided to say this, "In front of casual cultivators, you must never say that you envy them, especially after they know your identity."

"Tch, I won't mention my identity to others. It's not a good thing."

Zhang Sirui curled his lips, in his opinion, being a holy son is not something to boast about.

However, he still disagrees with Zhu Jue's tone of voice that clearly looks down on casual cultivators.

"What's wrong with the casual cultivator, I would rather be a casual cultivator living so freely."

Zhu Jue paused, and said seriously, "Cultivators who are casual mean that they are single monks, without family or sect, and some people even have no relatives or friends, and live alone in this world."

"They have no one to support them, no one to give them cultivation resources and magic weapons, no one to tell them the exercises they practice, and no one to tell them whether they are practicing in the right direction."

"These people, even if they die one day, no one will collect their corpses for them, and even if they are bullied by the strong, they may never be able to take revenge in this life."

"The only thing you can rely on is your own strength, but out of 1 casual cultivators, there may only be one lucky one who has embarked on the right path."

"It's a pity that such lucky ones are rare and lucky, but they are far inferior to the dedication of some aristocratic families to the cultivation of core disciples, let alone your one toe."

"Such a person, if you are still in the Holy Land, you may inadvertently trample to death."

"Now can you still say that you envy them?"

Faced with Zhu Jue's rare and serious words, Zhang Sirui obviously didn't react.

He bowed his head and remained silent for a while, apparently he didn't take the matter of casual cultivation so seriously.

After a while, he silently followed with a little apology.

Zhu Jue could see that he seemed a little depressed, and sighed, "It's not your fault either, so don't take it to heart."

"Everyone has their own destiny, and no one can blame anyone."

After Zhu Jue's comfort, Zhang Sirui quickly recovered his vitality.

Immediately, he excitedly pointed to the people in the distance.

"Hey, didn't you say that casual cultivators are all individual actions, at most three or three teams."

"But it seems that those people are also casual cultivators, why do they appear in groups?"

Zhu Jue looked at the group of people he was pointing at, and shook his head, "Those are not casual cultivators, but more troublesome things."

"what?"

"Player."

"Player?"

Zhu Jue was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Zhang Sirui in surprise.

Zhang Sirui was waiting for his explanation.

Zhu determined to say that players were protected from immersion when talking to npcs.

As long as they say something that doesn't belong to this world, the npc's ears will automatically convert it into something they can understand.

But Zhang Sirui was able to repeat the word player, which surprised Zhu Jue.

Could it be that it's all right if you say it yourself?

Zhu Jue also tentatively uttered a few words, "Experience value."

"Experience value, what is that?"

"boss."

"Baosi, what does this mean, a kind of shredded abalone?"

"A followed by W, followed by outer ring scraping, followed by ruthless iron hand, followed by A followed by A, bleeding and anger, followed by a slash, take off!"

"...What, speak slowly."

"Wait, you haven't told me what players mean!"

Zhu Jue looked at him and found that this guy could really hear what he said.

But it is limited to being able to understand, and understanding is definitely not understandable.

In his opinion, players are always the masters of this world, even the most powerful NPCs will be ruthlessly pushed down by players.

Now I am not a player anymore, so I have to build a good relationship with the local forces.

To fight against this group of disaster-like players, this holy son should be a good choice.

Then he opened his mouth and explained to him: "Players are like a group of aliens who don't belong to this world and come to plunder resources."

"Many times, they are also referred to as the fourth plague."

(End of this chapter)