Chapter 28: Get the inheritance of swordsmanship, but not learn swordsmanship

If it were Wang Fuqiang's previous personality, he would have already kicked out to settle the score with the elder. But this time he was surprisingly quiet. Even the elder felt a little strange. He would always run over from time to time to determine whether Wang Fuqiang was still in the house, worried that this guy would make trouble again.

Fortunately, after half a month, this guy didn't make any noise and the entire Yunling Sect was in peace, so the great elder breathed a sigh of relief.

One evening half a month later, Wang Fuqiang handed over the two spiritual treasures to the disciple who was responsible for delivering food, and asked him to help him get them to the treasure pavilion to sell them, and then went to the Zangdian pavilion pavilion to exchange for a better exercise, and said that the rest would be rewarded.

This disciple originally refused, but in the end he couldn't stand Wang Fuqiang's soft and hard work. The most important thing was that he couldn't stand the temptation of two spiritual treasures.

Based on his understanding, if he sold two spiritual treasures and exchanged them for a volume of martial arts, the remaining Yuanshi would be worth his half-year salary. So he thought about wealth and danger and agreed to Wang Fuqiang.

Who knew that as soon as he went out, he hit the Great Elder directly, but the Great Elder did not punish him and asked him to go and return quickly, which almost thought he had heard it wrong.

After Wang Fuqiang obtained the martial arts, he was even more attentive, almost to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep, which made the Great Elder even more confused.

Could it be that this punishment really made this guy change his sexual intercourse?

Thinking of this, he shook his head quickly. He must not confuse this little bastard. After all, what this little bastard is best at confusing others, so he still has to stare at it carefully.

This stare was staring for three months.

In the past three months, Wang Fuqiang not only mastered the human race's martial arts, but also practiced all the secret techniques stolen from Hua Qiping.

On the morning of the first day after the closed door to think about his life, Wang Fuqiang pushed open the door, stretched his waist, felt the warm sunshine, and felt the mood.

After three months, I don’t have to do anything, I have food and drink. Although I have less, I really don’t feel hungry when I practice.

Next, you can find some tasks, get more genus stones after completing them, and then go to the Zangdian Pavilion to purchase secret techniques and continue practicing.

Damn, I don’t believe that I have learned all the secret techniques of the Zangdian Pavilion, and I can’t beat the old bastard. At that time, I beat the old bastard and snatch his own things back, leave if I want to leave, and stay if I want to. If I am happy, I will snatch the head of the Yunling Sect and sit down. It seems that it is not impossible...

Thinking of this, Wang Fuqiang suddenly felt that his future was bright and his future was promising.

Wang Fuqiang calculated that the monthly salary of the outer disciples was thirty Yuan stones, and according to his own cultivation speed, he would need at least three secret techniques a month, and the minimum price was about 800 Yuan stones.

A difficult-level task is 500 yuan stone. As long as two difficult-level tasks are completed every month, they can meet the needs and even have remaining. But the so-called difficult-level tasks must be quite dangerous, and they may even lose their lives, so Wang Fuqiang plans to try it out from the ordinary-level tasks first.

Wealth and honor are in danger? It does not exist here in Wang Fuqiang.

A normal-level task is completed with fifty yuan stone, which means that to meet your needs, you need to complete at least twenty tasks every month. Apart from the things that the outer disciples must do, it is equivalent to completing at least one task every day.

When Wang Fuqiang thought of this, he had a headache. Although there were still many spiritual treasures on his body, they couldn't last long, and some needed to be kept in case of emergencies. If he was kicked out of the Yunling Sect one day, the situation would be different.

Originally, I came with a mountain of gold and silver, but because I trusted the old bastard too much, I was less careful and now I have become a pauper.

Whenever Wang Fuqiang thought of this, he became very angry.

At this moment, a disciple ran over, bowed to Wang Fu and said, "The Great Elder asked me to inform you that the retreat today is over. Let me take you to Mr. Wen's place to learn about medicine refining knowledge."

Wang Fuqiang nodded, closed the door with his backhand, and followed the disciple.

Mr. Wen was the middle-aged man who was waiting for the white snow with many outer disciples when Wang Fuqiang first arrived at Yunling Sect.

When Wang Fuqiang arrived, he found that many people were sitting in a room similar to a private school. The one standing on the stage was Mr. Wen, who was talking and talking at the moment.

In addition to books, pens, ink, paper and inkstones, there were also some medicinal materials and alchemy furnaces on the table in front of these students.

After seeing Wang Fuqiang, Mr. Wen signaled Wang Fuqiang to find a seat without anyone, and then continued to tell.

Wang Fuqiang looked around and found that there were many empty seats, so he found a place to sit down and listened to Mr. Wen's lecture.

At the beginning, Wang Fuqiang listened very seriously, but after listening for a while, he really couldn't understand, so he simply lay on the table and slept soundly. After a while, he snored like thunder, which made all the outer disciples who were listening carefully frown.

Mr. Wen walked off the podium, came to Wang Fuqiang, and reached out to knock on Wang Fuqiang's table.

Wang Fuqiang woke up from his dream and said loudly: "Is the get out of class over?"

Mr. Wen sighed, but said in a very gentle tone: "If you really don't like pharmacology, you can go to the mountain to understand the sword."

Wang Fuqiang responded, got up and walked outside, as if he felt that this was impolite, so he turned around and bowed to Mr. Wen, and then walked towards the so-called halfway up the mountain.

As he walked up the stairs, Wang Fuqiang found that the mountain road was filled with a faint pressure. The more he went up, the heavier the pressure. The most obvious feeling was that his body was getting heavier.

After walking for a while, Wang Fuqiang found that there were some smooth stone platforms on both sides of the mountain road. At the beginning, the stone platforms were still empty. As we went up, there were outer disciples sitting cross-legged on the stone platforms, closing their eyes and concentrating.

The higher you go, the more disciples you will have. If you continue to go up, the fewer disciples will begin to decrease again.

Wang Fuqiang felt that these people should be just pursuing the so-called sword of enlightenment, so he found an empty stone platform to sit down, and imitated others to close their eyes and concentrate. However, after a while, he did not realize the reason, and he couldn't help but frown and look at the others.

Seeing that everyone was still unmoved, Wang Fuqiang couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing?"

After being interrupted by someone's words, everyone opened their eyes and stared at Wang Fuqiang with dissatisfaction. One of them said coldly: "I don't know anything, how did you get here?"

Wang Fuqiang said directly: "I just walked up like this, let alone, I'm quite tired."

Everyone frowned again, and another person frowned and said, "Are you new here?"

Wang Fuqiang nodded, glanced at the stairs that seemed to have no end, and asked curiously: "What's on it?"

Someone replied: "Sword Intention."

Wang Fuqiang said in confusion: "What's the use?"

Everyone frowned even deeper, and one of them asked, "You really don't know anything?"

Wang Fuqiang shook his head, then smiled and said, "Tell me?"

The man said, "The peak we are now is called the Sword Intent Peak, because the sword intent is divided from the inner gate, also called the half-mountain. The higher the sword intent, the heavier the sword intent, the higher the compatibility with the sword intent, the higher the walking. Of course, you can also adjust the sword intent by experiencing the sword intent. As long as you can reach the top of the peak, you can get all the sword intent inheritance."

Wang Fuqiang's eyes lit up and he spoke, "It sounds pretty good."

After saying that, he jumped off the stone platform and said, "Thank you, I'll go to the top of the peak to see. If you can get the sword intent inheritance, I'll share some of it."

As he said that, he walked directly to the top of the mountain.

Everyone was stunned and shook their heads gently.

Someone said disdainfully: "I don't know anything, but I actually want to reach the top, which is simply a fool!"

Someone immediately agreed, "Who said no? This time, if you don't lie in the bed for ten days and half a month, I'm afraid you won't be able to get off."

Everyone shook their heads again, then withdrew their eyes and continued to close their eyes and concentrate.

Time passed silently. I don’t know how long it took, but a crisp bell suddenly came from the entire outer gate of Yunling Sect, which was vast and echoing constantly.

On the Jianyi Peak, all the outer disciples who had closed their eyes and realized the truth opened their eyes at the same time and looked towards the top of the mountain in disbelief.

The disciples who had previously talked to Wang Fuqiang looked at each other and saw incredible in each other's eyes.

Could it be that guy just now?

Almost at the same time, the entire outer sect, whether the elders or disciples, almost all looked at the towering mountain.

The elder was full of excitement and sighed: "I haven't heard this bell for many years."

Elder Zhao, who was really unable to let go, came to the Great Elder to seek answers, frowned and said, "Is it him?"

Although the Great Elder did not answer, he had a positive expression on his face and said, "The Tao is born in heaven, the Tao is in harmony, the heaven and earth are in harmony, and all laws are in harmony. The rumors are true, and it is undoubtedly a banished immortal."

Elder Zhao, who had not relaxed for three months, finally breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "Yunling Sect is very lucky, and the sword energy is very lucky!"

Since Wang Fuqiang is a banished immortal, he would not only kill an outer disciple inadvertently, even if he killed the elder, he would not have to be punished. Then there would be no problem with the actions he had made to Wang Fuqiang before.

The Great Elder said, "Go and have a look."

After saying that, he walked directly towards the Jianyi Peak, and Elder Zhao followed behind him.

On the Sword Intention Peak.

Wang Fuqiang was sweating profusely and felt the whistling mountain peak. The pleasure in his heart made him unable to help but jump onto a huge rock and shout.

The pleasure of climbing the top of the mountain and I am the peak is extremely wonderful. It is a pleasure of conquest and a pride that is invincible in the world.

However, as this artistic conception disappeared, Wang Fuqiang couldn't help but frown. What a bullshit sword intent inheritance, there was nothing except mountain wind and fog.

Wang Fuqiang stayed on the top of the mountain for a while, and after he was sure that there was nothing, he walked down the mountain along the way he came, cursing.

As Wang Fuqiang walked down the mountain road, all the disciples who enlightened the sword stood up and paid high respect to the guy who seemed careless no matter how he looked.

Not to mention, Wang Fuqiang enjoyed the admiration in the eyes of these disciples, so he no longer cared about the previous deception, or he had long forgotten it and could not remember it.

At the foot of the mountain, countless elders and countless disciples stood together, with the same expression as those of the disciples on the mountain road.

The elder walked up and said with a smile: "Congratulations! You are the first outer disciple of the entire Yunling Sect to climb to the top of the Sword Intention Peak since the head of the sect."

Wang Fuqiang frowned and said, "Isn't it so difficult to climb a mountain?"

Hearing this, everyone's face was bitter and a little ashamed.

Wang Fuqiang seemed to remember something and suddenly said, "By the way, they said there is a sword intent inheritance on it. After I went up, I found that there was nothing."

The Great Elder smiled and said, "Some things are invisible."

Wang Fuqiang was confused when he heard this, and he didn't understand why. His eyes rolled slightly and asked, "You just said that I was the only one who reached the top of the entire Yunling Sect outer sect?"

The Great Elder nodded and smiled and said, "To be precise, you are the first one in a thousand years."

Wang Fuqiang laughed and said, "Then I have done such a feat. Should I be rewarded with some reward?"

The elder was stunned and frowned and thought for a moment. The cunning and sarcastic person immediately shook his head and said, "No."

"Damn!" Wang Fuqiang blurted out. The elder said, "But I can give you a set of sword techniques."

Wang Fuqiang's eyes turned slightly and asked, "Is there anything else? For example, the swordsmanship."
To be continued...