The sun shines slanted, and the birds chirp outside the window.

Fu Jingtao woke up from drunkenness, feeling his mouth and tongue dry, his headache was split, the blood vessels in both temples thrust and thrust, and his chest and abdomen were nauseous and vomiting. He rolled off the edge of the bed and walked staggeringly

I went to the table and poured a pot of cold tea into my stomach in one breath.

He suppressed the annoyance in his abdomen and fell into a chair and pondered hard. He couldn't remember when he got drunk last night? Did he go crazy after drinking and tell any secrets that he shouldn't have told?

Just as the door shaft was rotating, Huang Yunpeng walked in with a food box and said with a smile: "Oh, Ziyi Jinlang sobered up!"

Fu Jingtao rubbed his forehead and said, "Boss, stop joking with me. Have I said anything nonsense last night? I can't remember it at all."

Huang Yunpeng opened the food box, took out a large bowl of white porridge, a plate of pickles and a few steamed buns on the table, shook his head and smiled, "What else can you say besides pulling us to tell us how good Princess Shushan is? Fortunately, Junior Sister Qin is not present,

Otherwise, you will have to peel off even if you don’t die! Come and have breakfast.”

The more Fu Jingtao thought about it, the more scared he became. The kind of memory that had broken down and mental out of control should not be committed again. Whether it was the secret of his rebirth, the strange ability that he could never forget, Zhou Zongliang's identity, or Zhao Guangyi's conspiracy, what

None of them could be announced to the public. He sighed: "Drinking alcohol will make things happen, and the ancients did not deceive me! You must never indulge in the future."

Huang Yunpeng said: "You are drunk without getting drunk!"

Fu Jingtao forced a smile and decided to bury Ji Yuqing's voice and appearance in his heart. While drinking porridge, he asked, "Where is the fourth brother? Why didn't you see him?"

Huang Yunpeng sighed: "This morning, he returned to Xuanbing Valley and continued to serve hard labor."

Fu Jingtao slapped the bamboo chopsticks and frowned and said, "What?! How can the Law Enforcement Hall be so strict and old-fashioned? The fourth brother defeated the disciples of Shushan and was ranked on the Qingyun List of the Song Dynasty, which was considered to be a great contribution to our sect. Could it be that

Can't you even lose your merits and sins?"

Huang Yunpeng said with a strange expression: "You are wrongly believing in the Law Enforcement Hall. In fact, the fourth brother took the initiative to ask to return to Xuanbing Valley, saying that he wanted to redeem his sins."

The second monk Fu Jingtao was confused: "What sin? Is the fourth brother confused?"

Huang Yunpeng lowered his voice and said, "According to Lao Si's private disclosure to me, the Xuanyin energy in Xuanbing Valley is rich and it is an excellent place to practice, so he doesn't want to leave for the time being. By the way, he also secretly passed on me an internal skill.

Tell us to keep the secrets strictly.”

Fu Jingtao thoughtfully and murmured: "Internal Techniques? Xuanyin Qi? What secret does this kid hide?"

After breakfast and packing up neatly, the two brothers parted ways. Huang Yunpeng belonged to Baibing Hall, and the place for daily practice was located on Diecai Peak, while Fu Jingtao belonged to Wusheng Temple, practicing on the main peak of Lingyun Peak.

Fu Jingtao walked up the mountain path again, and his mood was completely different.

He was so young and was wearing a gold-edged purple robe. Everyone looked at him sideways. The inner disciples who passed by the mountain path smiled and greeted him with a smile, whether they knew him or not.

The first place on the Song Dynasty Qingyun List!

Even Chu Xiang, who is famous, is not so glorious.

In addition, Fu Jingtao is the first poor disciple to break the monopoly of aristocratic families and enter the Martial Saint Hall to practice in the past fifty years. He is regarded as the new generation of poor leader second only to Chu Xiang.

Although he had just been promoted to an inner disciple, no one dared to be contemptuous of him.

The warriors regard strength as their utmost. Fu Jingtao's current fame was achieved through competitions! From Cai Dong, a master of the Demon Sect, to Gu Zeqing, a core disciple of the aristocratic family, to Ao Lei, the successor of Pengkun Island, and then to

Tuoba Jian of Lingbo Pavilion is all defeated by his subordinates! Who else is unwilling to accept it?

Fu Jingtao was not arrogant because of this. He greeted him when he should say hello, and greeted him when he should say hello, but he didn't meet anyone who deliberately found fault and came straight to the Martial Saint Hall.

The Wusheng Temple is located at the highest point of Lingyun Peak. The core building is a magnificent temple-shaped hall. The main body is made of huge stones, with colorful glazed tiles on the top and backed by the mountains. It is full of atmosphere. It enshrines the spiritual positions of the leaders and masters of all generations.

More than ten buildings of different sizes are scattered among the trees and rocks, looming, but no one is seen moving. Standing here, looking back, Lingyun City is full of sight, with magnificent mountains and rivers, and a sea of ​​clouds is hidden in its heart.

Unspeakable heroism.

"Hey, who are you? Why are you looking around here?"

Fu Jingtao quickly withdrew his gaze and saw a middle-aged man in his forties flashing out of the woods. He had a thin face, sharp eyes, and a sloppy beard. He was wearing a dirty and torn single dress. When he walked out,

He was actually naked, with a bit of freedom and freedom that ignored the worldly vision, and a bit of reserved and proud.

Fu Jingtao clasped his fists and politely said: "Report to the uncle of the master, his disciple is Fu Jingtao, who has been newly promoted to the Martial Saint Hall. I wonder where the head of Du, Master Du, is now?"

The man praised: "Fu Jingtao is you! You are amazing. You can actually seize the title of the competition as a disciple of the other surname and defeat the successors of the seven major families. I guess the old guys hiding in the dark.

They were all angry with their unfilial descendants and vomited blood three liters!”

Fu Jingtao scratched his scalp and couldn't help asking: "Is it because my uncle also came from a poor family?"

The man smiled and said, "You are wrong! My surname is Gu and my name is Tianqiong. I am a member of the Gu family who is replaced by a fake one. I have also won the first place in the big competition!"

Fu Jingtao was in awe and respected: "Jingtao has seen Uncle Gu!"

Gu Tianqiong frowned and said, "Have you been overslept? Senior Brother Du saw that you have not shown up this morning, so he was very unhappy. He turned to me to greet you. He had other important things to deal with. Young man, don't be proud.

I am complacent, this is the Martial Saint Hall, and I admire martial arts cultivation. Your previous false name is meaningless."

Fu Jingtao smiled helplessly. Du Qindan was the head of the hall, and a powerful man with great martial arts skills. If he didn't come for a long time, how could he have a good temper? On the first day of the first arrival of the Martial Saint Hall, he left a proud and proud boss to the head.

The bad impression of disrespect for elders is that it is really hard to say that eating berberine is suffering.

Gu Tianqiong led him around, informing him of the rules and schedules of the Martial Saint Hall one by one. Finally, he took Fu Jingtao to a secluded stone room and then clapped his hands and left.

From beginning to end, Du Qindan did not show up to meet him. The other Supreme Elders and Inner Sect Elders ignored him, as if they didn't know that such a person had arrived. As Gu Tianqiong said, these obsessed with martial arts

In the eyes of experts in learning, Fu Jingtao is nothing and there is nothing worthy of their attention.

With the halo of being the number one in the Song Dynasty, the gap in Fu Jingtao's heart can be imagined.

He looked at the empty stone room and sighed softly, without wasting time complaining about the world, so he went to find a clean water broom to clean the indoor and outdoors.
Chapter completed!