A quarter of an hour later, Qiu Wuying left Song Yan's courtyard with a gloomy face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although he had already behaved extremely politely, he didn't expect Song Yan to refuse his invitation and was unwilling to join the Dragon and Snake Society.

"Why? You little newcomer dare to be so arrogant!"

Not long after Qiu Wuying left, the people from the Sun and Moon Society came again, also to recruit Song Yan.

But Song Yan's answer to the Sun and Moon Society was still refusal.

First teasing Gao Long of the Black Tiger Society, and then refusing the solicitation of the Sun and Moon and the Dragon and Snake Associations, Huang Liang's name spread among the outer disciples in just a few hours.

It is even rumored that the reason why this newcomer refused to enter the two sessions of the sun and moon and the dragon and snake was that he wanted to stand on his own.

In the evening, Song Yan took Xiaohu and Xiaowu to the outer canteen.

An hour ago, he instructed Chen Yan to go to the small town below the mountain to bring the two goods into the mountain gate, accompanied by Ning Ling, but Song Yan asked people to send her to Ning Mo's side.

As for Chopin and the others, knowing that their young master had become an outer disciple of Qingweimen, they left the small city and returned to Kaiyuan City.

"Look, that's Huang Liang!"

As soon as Song Yan stepped into the cafeteria, someone pointed at him.

"It doesn't look good!"

"Hehe, I heard that he is the son of the city lord of Kaiyuan City!"

"What about the son of the city lord, the cultivator who is only able to refine the qi triple dares to refuse the Sun Moon Society and the Dragon and Snake Society, it is said that Gao Long, the vice president of the Black Tiger Society, has already released his words to make him unable to get along in Qingwei Gate!"

"By the way, have you heard that this Huang Liang is still a loser, he actually spent more than one million taels in the third round of assessment to hire someone to be his guard!"

"Nima, if you are really a loser, how many second-grade Xuandans do you have to buy for one million taels of silver!"

Song Yan didn't take these whispers to heart, and threw the identity token and two taels of silver to Xiao Wu: "You go to get food." ”

The sect's canteen will provide free food three times a day, but only one food will be provided, and the second food will cost silver, one or two silver.

Just then, a large crowd rushed into the cafeteria.

And quickly occupied the vacant seats.

"Yo, isn't this Senior Brother Huang, why, you still come to the cafeteria to eat in person?" Gao Long stepped over and said with a playful smile.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Of course I have to eat in person, could it be that Senior Brother Gao ate for you by a dog, and you pulled it out by eating a dog?"

Being ridiculed by Song Yan like this, Gao Long suddenly knew that there was a speech problem in his words, and he couldn't help but blush, and there were a lot of suppressed laughter around him.

"Young master, the meal is here!"

At this moment, Xiao Wu came back with three meals, only to find that there were no vacant seats in the entire canteen.

Seeing this, Gao Long couldn't help but feel that he had pulled back a game, and was quite proud: "It seems that Senior Brother Huang has to stand and eat!"

"Who said I want to stand and eat!" Song Yan smiled disdainfully, walked quickly to the two of them, and said with a smile: "Two senior brothers, whether the seats are sold or not, one hundred taels of silver!"

As soon as these words came out, the people in the cafeteria secretly said that the rumors were true, this kid was a loser, and he actually had to spend a hundred taels of silver to buy a seat.

Rich don't make bastards.

The two outer disciples hurriedly stood up, and diligently wiped the table clean and said, "Senior Brother Huang, please!"

"Thank you two senior brothers for making it happen!" Song Yan smiled politely and handed each person fifty taels of silver.

Seeing this scene, Gao Long couldn't help but look pale.

The night is bright and the stars are scarce.

On the bed, Song Yan sat cross-legged, and the vitality of heaven and earth around him continued to converge into his body.

"Boom, boom!"

There were explosions in his body, and the three acupuncture points exploded in an instant, and his cultivation also came naturally, stepping into the fourth level of qi refining.

Spit out a breath of turbid air, the corners of Song Yan's mouth couldn't help but show a smile, with the fourfold cultivation of qi refining, without revealing his true cultivation, he could walk sideways in the outer door.

The next morning, Song Yan went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The scripture pavilion of Qingwei Gate is built magnificently, with a total of nine floors.

The first floor is full of ordinary books, the second floor is a one-star martial arts, the third floor is a two-star martial arts, and so on, the ninth floor is an eight-star martial arts, and there are no nine-star martial arts in Qingweimen.

In addition, outer disciples are only qualified to enter the first and second layers, and they can only enter once a month, and they cannot enter for more than six hours at a time.

After checking the identity token, Song Yan entered the Scripture Pavilion in a grand manner.

The first floor is empty, but the second floor is more crowded.

After all, there are more than 2,000 new outer disciples, even if there are rich and noble among them, there is no shortage of low-level martial arts, but most of them are ordinary people, even if they are one-star martial arts, they are precious in their eyes.

Therefore, after getting started, most people will choose to come to the Scripture Pavilion to choose a suitable martial arts to cultivate.

Song Yan did not go to the second layer, but stayed on the first floor.

He has no shortage of exercises, let alone martial arts, one-star martial arts, he is not even interested in taking a look.

On the other hand, there were a number of books on geography and the history of the world that piqued his interest.

As a result, the news that Song Yan entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and did not enter the second floor spread again, which attracted a burst of discussions.

Song Yan reads books very quickly, and he can finish a book in almost two minutes.

You can read 60 books in one hour and 360 books in six hours, but there are more than 10,000 books on one floor, and it takes a lot of time to read them.

Returning from the Scripture Pavilion, Xiao Wu and Xiao Hu greeted him.

"Young master, someone sent a challenge letter!"

Xiao Wu handed over a letter.

Song Yan took the challenge book and looked at it casually, and chuckled: "Hehe, these people really treat Young Master Ben as a soft-footed shrimp who only spends money, since this is the case, Young Master Ben will let them see how powerful I am!"

Throwing the challenge book aside at will, Song Yan beckoned to the two: "You two dog minions, follow me into the room!"

"Yes, young master!"

Entering the room, Song Yan was sitting, and the two of them stood in a proper manner.

"What level of exercises are you practicing?" Song Yan asked.

Xiao Wu said: "Back to the young master, Xiaohu and I are practicing yellow-level middle-grade exercises!"

"Do you want to practice Xuan-level exercises?" Song Yan asked with a smile.

The eyes of the two lit up, and they both nodded violently.

"Okay, I'll teach you a Xuan-level exercise today!"

"Ahh

"Xuan-level exercises!"

Both of them felt as if they had been hit in the head by a pie, and they almost fainted with happiness.

The exercises are divided into four levels, and each level is divided into lower grade, middle grade, and upper grade.

Yellow-level exercises are not difficult to obtain, and they can be bought for as long as they spend silver.

But Xuan-level exercises, even if they are low-grade Xuan-level exercises, it is difficult to buy them for money.

Take the "Yaoyang Gong" taught by Huangshan to Song Yan is the ancestral inheritance of the Huang family for generations, and it is the foundation of the Huang family's life.

"Alright, you two dog minions cheer me up!"

Under Song Yan's reprimand, Xiaohu and Xiao Wu hurriedly made a contemplation gesture, so Song Yan slowly recited the Huang family's "Yaoyang Gong", but he kept an eye on it and only recited the exercises that had been cultivated to the ninth level of qi refining.

[Author's digression]: Four more are offered