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Chapter 47: The local tyrants, let's be friends, okay?

After drinking and eating, Wang Lu set off from Piaomiao Peak. When he arrived at Sixiang Peak, there was already a sea of ​​people.

Of course, this description is not accurate. The whole Spirit Sword Sect, including all the disciples of the inner and outer sects, the senior elders who are cultivating in the mountains, and even the handymen in Xiaoyao Peak and other places, I don’t know if they can come up with something.

One thousand people.

It's just that the Sixiangfeng Plaza, which is a gathering place, is a bit small. When hundreds of people gather, it seems overcrowded.

Of course, no matter how crowded it is, just by virtue of the red and white robes he wears, he has a foothold in the square. And as expected, when Wang Lu shouted, "Sorry, sorry, sorry," he forced his way through the crowd.

After digging a bloody road and arriving at the front of the square, there was already a row of seats neatly stacked there.

It was a special seat for the true disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, but... as always, although there were four seats in that row, there was only one person sitting there now.

A girl in a colorful dress was greeting him with a bright smile.

That is the true disciple of the fourth elder of the sect, nicknamed Xiao Liuli, and her real name is... unknown. She started a few years earlier than herself, but now her cultivation level is close to foundation building. And it's not that she can't build foundation, but the fourth elder Zhou Ming deliberately suppressed her.

Her cultivation level requires her to practice the sword's heart to be clear before building the foundation.

The so-called sword's heart is bright, Wang Lu just doesn't know how powerful it is, but in short, this true disciple is different from a superficial person like himself. He is a real elite of the sect.

Unfortunately, it had only been more than two years since they joined the school, so the two of them didn't have much interaction. They only met occasionally at the mountain gate and had an acquaintance.

In addition to Xiao Liuli, the sect also has two true successors. Unfortunately, I have never met any of these two people after joining for more than two years.

It is said that the eldest one among them is a disciple of the third elder Fang He. He travels around all year round and can never remember to return to the mountain.

The other one is a disciple of Master Feng Yin. He entered the mountain at about the same time as Xiao Liuli, but he has been in seclusion all year round, like a tuberculosis ghost. He has only occasionally heard from the younger brothers and sisters of the sect that she is so talented that she is the best in Kyushu.

It is difficult to have anyone who can match him, and his cultivation level is even higher than that of Xiao Liuli.

Looking at today's posture, the other two True Inheritances are probably gone. Wang Lu didn't care. He sat down casually in his seat, picked up the tea bowl on the small table and took a sip, waiting for the leader to come.

As soon as I sat down, I heard an old voice coming from the front.

"Very good, everyone is here, let's have a meeting now."

When I looked up, I saw that the elders of Tianjian Hall were already sitting cross-legged in mid-air in front of the square!

Wang Lu almost spit out the tea. Damn it, the whole sect is just waiting for me!?

You, the leader, are too unprofessional, aren't you!? As a leader, you always have to be late, at least wait until the other soldiers have arrived, right? You came here so early, how can people deal with it?

?

Fortunately, except for Wang Lu, no one else paid much attention to this issue. Master Feng Yin waited for a while and then went straight to the topic.

"Before we are called together today, there is an important task to be arranged, which is about the cultivation of the disciples of the sect. Therefore, Elder Liu Xian will explain the specific situation to everyone."

Then sitting on the left side of Feng Yin, the elder of Lingjian Sect said without saying anything: "Notice about launching new disciples' outing training work. In order to further strengthen the construction of the Lingjian Sect's talent team and comprehensively improve the comprehensive strength of the disciples,

The sect plans to launch out-of-field training for new disciples in the near future. The relevant plan has been studied and approved by the Tianjian Hall Elders Council. The notice is as follows..."

After just hearing this beginning, Wang Lu couldn't help but spit out the tea.

What happened to this weird writing style!? Doesn’t it sound familiar!?

Seeing the strong doubts in Wang Lu's heart, a certain alien elder sitting in the air very considerately explained to Wang Lu using the method of transmitting sounds into secrets: "This is the vernacular literary movement promoted within the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance in recent years.

Ah, don’t you know? It’s true that you haven’t attended many plenary meetings of this kind some time ago... In short, we need to get rid of those flashy writing styles and vigorously promote vernacular. Especially when it comes to Gongfa books, we must make full use of vernacular to be easy to understand.

, describing the advantages of precision, facilitating the cultivation of a new generation of monks, etc. As one of the five secrets of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, the Spirit Sword Sect must set an example, so starting a few years ago, this kind of official documents have been written in vernacular.

"

Come on, there is no need for Uncle Guanhai to say anything else. Wang Lu has already deeply understood the profound connotation and significance of this sport. In short, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance has been in peace for thousands of years, and it is so uncomfortable that he has to go through all the trouble.

chant……

Not long after, Elder Liu Xian finished reading the notice, and the disciples in the square were already whispering to each other, showing signs of excitement.

Even Wang Lu couldn't care less about the vernacular literary movement and fell into deep contemplation.

To put it simply, the outing training plan planned by the elders of Tianjian Hall is to let the disciples below the foundation-building stage of the sect travel down the mountain to practice unenhanced experience and consolidate their cultivation.

The scope of training is within the territory of Cangxi Prefecture - this is not surprising. Because Cangxi Prefecture is the default sphere of influence of the Lingjian Sect, although the sect has always neglected management. And outside of Cangxi Prefecture, no matter where you go, you will

Entering the territory of other sects, all kinds of troubles will arise, which is very disturbing.

As for the content of the training, you can’t just go down the mountain and play casually. The second elder Liu Xian assigned the task very clearly: each disciple must write a report of more than 5,000 words based on the training experience. The quality of the report will directly affect

Needless to say, there is no upper limit for points deductions if the quality is too poor.

As for the topic of the report, although the sect did not strictly limit it, it gave reference suggestions: On the relationship between the immortal and mortal worlds.

This question is very big and very good. The Jiuzhou continent is vast and boundless, but in the final analysis, apart from the world of cultivating immortals, there is also the mortal world, and the mortal world accounts for the vast majority of Jiuzhou. The monks seem to be aloof.

, I don’t eat the fireworks of the world, but without the fireworks of the world, the world of immortality is also a tree without roots... It’s just that principles are principles, and there are not many monks who can truly understand the relationship between the two worlds.

And handing such a huge problem to a group of young girls who have just started to practice is because they have only been practicing for a short time, have not yet grasped the ordinary world, and their spiritual practice is not high enough. If they want to be ethereal, they are not capable enough. With such conditions

Going down the mountain to experience it will be an extremely valuable experience.

Therefore, the training time is set to be very long: one year.

However, for Wang Lu, these issues are not the key.

The key is: with this activity, he can finally go down the mountain reasonably and legally, and he can finally...

Went home and took a look.

In fact, Tiance Hall deliberately took this point into consideration when designing the plan. Letting them go down the mountain to study the relationship between the immortal and mortal worlds actually meant that they would take this opportunity to cut off the mortal bond.

You can't do it without cutting. Immortals and mortals have different paths. This sentence is not a joke. The main difference between monks and mortals is actually not the strength of their strength, but their lifespan.

Even if they only succeed in building the foundation, the monk's lifespan will be close to two hundred years, the virtual elixir will be three hundred, and the golden elixir real person will have a lifespan of four hundred years - these are just the bottom line! And the cultivation of ancient sects such as the Spirit Sword Sect

Disciples who have just emerged have a solid foundation, comprehensive qualities, and a lifespan that is several times longer than the average of monks! Nowadays, many of these disciples in the Qi training period have innate lifespans of more than 150 years.

In some cases, a problem will no longer be inevitable.

It is the separation of life and death from relatives and friends in this world.

This experience is actually an opportunity for the disciples to say goodbye to their mortal relatives. Unfortunately, due to various conditions, it can only benefit the disciples from Cangxi Prefecture. After the plan was announced, most of the disciples talked about it.

That's exactly what happened.

"Okay, these are the plans. Your departure time is at the beginning of next month. There is less than a month left, so make good preparations. Especially those who have been introduced for the shortest time should step up their practice. The world below the mountain is not as good as the one on the mountain.

Simple and comfortable.”

After explaining some simple precautions, Master Feng Yin announced the adjournment of the meeting. The disciples' discussions suddenly swelled, some were in high spirits, and some were in low spirits. Wang Lu didn't have a too strong reaction, but

I think it would be nice to have a chance to return home in fine clothes.

As for that report... Haha, when have professional adventurers ever been afraid of writing reports?! Let alone a year of experience, even if he is asked to write now, he can easily compile a rich report for the future.

Fooling around.

Therefore, just thinking about the small mountain village at the northeast corner of Gou'er Mountain in Wuhou County, Daming Kingdom East Prefecture, Cangxi Prefecture, Wang Lu's heart gradually became hot.

I don't even bother to think about issues like ending the fate of the world, as long as I know that I will go home soon... that's enough.

After the meeting, Wang Lu returned to the shabby room at Wuxiang Peak. His master was sitting in the hall, drinking alone. He still drank hundreds of spirit stones and a pot of spirit wine. He felt very comfortable and happy. Normally, Wang Lu

I have been taunting her for a long time, but I am in a good mood today and I don’t bother to argue with her.

When the master saw Wang Lu entering the room, he exclaimed, "Oh, that's good. You've actually mastered swordsmanship?"

Wang Lu was surprised: "Can you see this?"

"Hmph, swordsmen have different swordsmanship skills and different temperaments. I can tell how your swordsmanship is by observing the changes in your temperament."

Wang Lu didn't believe such nonsense and sneered: "Tell the truth."

Wang Wu said confidently: "Actually, I happened to pass by when you and Aya were fighting swords."

"Damn, what the hell are you bragging about? Forget it, anyway, I have already exceeded your task. Can I kill everyone next time?"

"You've exceeded your quota, and you're killing everyone? You've just completed the third level of the Phaseless Sword and you have to use it?" Wang Wu simply hates stone as gold, "Didn't you listen to that idiot in charge, you little bastards will come right away.

We are about to go down the mountain to practice. Do you really think this is fun? Do you really think that you can run rampant in Kyushu with your meager skills now?"

Wang Lu immediately made a look of shame and confusion: "Master's teachings are so right. The words of wisdom are so enlightening. I really shouldn't get carried away and forget because of a trivial progress.

The immortal road is slow and endless, and the vastness of Jiuzhou is even greater than the sky..."

Master's hair stood on end after hearing these heartfelt words, and some of the drunkenness that had just been brewing disappeared - naturally, drinking precious fairy wine to nourish one's energy was equivalent to feeding the dog.

"What on earth is wrong with you?"

Wang Lu's face changed again: "Master, as our apprentice is so weak, shouldn't you spend a lot of money to support me, haha?"

"...Where can I find heavy gold for you!? Heavy metal is more like that!"

Wang Lu was not polite: "Some time ago you took away all the belongings of that stupid ass Zhi Feng, don't tell me that you sold them all."

"ridiculous!"

Of course Wang Wu is not impoverished now. He has a rich family like her, and can even afford hundreds of spirit stones to drink. However, he still has a mocking expression on his face, looking up at Wang Lu with contempt.

Wang Lu then changed his face again, fell to his knees on the ground and hugged his master's big legs: "How about we be friends, rich people?"
Chapter completed!
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