"Master. Wang Yao walked to the edge of the cliff and stood still with his head buried, his face ashamed.

"Is there a problem with the compensation for Huayang Feng being deducted from your merit points?" Lin Ze didn't look back, and asked lightly.

Hearing this, Wang Yao only felt that there was suddenly a huge pressure like a mountain on his body.

Thirty spirit stones, it would take one hundred and fifty years for ordinary disciples to earn merit by doing odd jobs, which is definitely not a small amount.

He gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously: "Hmm!"

As the words fell, the guilty and restless heart actually settled down inexplicably.

"Go ahead. Lin Ze waved his hand casually.

"Clean up the empty house, choose one to live in first, help me clean it by the way, eat noodles at noon, remember to put more salt. ”

"The disciple understands. Wang Yao turned around gratefully, he hadn't experienced this feeling for many years, in the past few years, he was like a dispensable transparent person in the Dongyue Sect, no matter what he did, no one cared, he had no sense of existence, and his heart was always empty.

Now I have a suffocating burden on my shoulders, but I have a strange sense of steadiness.

Deacon Zhang's compensation still needs to be repaid, Master's lunch still needs him to take care of it, and there is another young Senior Brother Xiao Bao waiting for him to tell a story.

There is still so much to do, how can you stop there!

When the other party left in good spirits, Lin Zemei stretched his waist, looked at the extra cup of hot tea beside him, shook his head with emotion, and finally came to be sensible.

Although he didn't really plan to pay Huayang Peak Spirit Stone so easily, at least he could make this new apprentice not bury his head all the time and annoy people when he looked at it.

As the saying goes, motivation comes when there is pressure.

Subconsciously looked at the thick stack of "bills" in his hand, he coughed lightly twice, and threw it out of the cliff with his hand, which was blown all over the sky by the mountain wind until it was scattered.

You have your own simulator and you don't need power.

Lin thought, Ze took a sip of tea, took out Wang Yao's character card and added it, wanting to see if he could draw out anything new.

[Wang Yao: Ordinary Grade]

[Skill Card: Inch by Step]

[Simulation time: 3 years]

......

......

The screen turns.

The young man silently cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and looked helplessly at the bald boy next to him: "Senior Brother Xiao, you haven't finished your homework today." ”

Xiao Bao pursed his lips with a little disappointment, but he still walked obediently towards the well, turned around in three steps and said, "Can you finish talking about the legend of the snake demon today, I want to tell the master tomorrow." ”

"Senior brother, take a good breath, when you break through the early stage of Qi training, I will definitely finish talking to you. ”

Wang Yao smiled gently, picked up a rag and wiped his palms dry.

Walked out of the house and put on a posture, and slowly played a set of extremely skillful mountain palms, not proud and complacent because of the breakthrough, focused and serious between his eyebrows.

No doubt.

Palm techniques that have already reached the realm of perfection will not be improved by one or two practices.

He wasn't impatient, he just kept repeating.

Time passes, but the green mountains are still the same.

Xiao Bao's realm breakthrough can only be described by the word swift and fast.

"Brother Yao, I've broken through!"

"Brother Yao, I've broken through the realm again, where is Master?"

In just one month, the little guy was already a monk in the middle stage of Qi cultivation, and he hurriedly ran over to share the joy with the other party.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Xiao. ”

A trace of loneliness flashed in Wang Yao's eyes.

In just an instant, he immediately cheered up and smiled and congratulated.

In the face of a true genius, mortals can only look at them with envy, and even if they work hard, they can't catch up with the slightest.

But the difference is that some people take the time to be jealous and envious, while others are motivated to work harder.

Wang Yao belongs to the latter group.

Calm your mind and concentrate on the palm in your hand, every move and style, all in this square inch.

Not far behind him, Lin Ze had a faint smile on his face.

After two months, it finally ushered in the outer door competition.

The young man who had disappeared from the lecture for a long time re-entered everyone's sight, and he walked into the martial arts hall with his hands down, his body straight, his eyes calm as water.

One monk after another was defeated under the hands of those mediocre hands.

Wang Yao raised his eyes to look at his new opponent, and arched his hand without humility or arrogance: "Please ask senior sister to take out the sword." ”

The young woman stretched out her hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and a cold sword intent suddenly came out of the sheath, the young man's eyes were solemn, and he took three steps in an instant, and waves of spiritual energy that made the mountains and rivers tremble burst out from his palm.

Whew!

Victory or defeat is only in the blink of an eye.

"Congratulations, senior sister. ”

Seeing that countless thin blood marks suddenly appeared on his palms that had been covered by frost, Wang Yao chuckled lightly and turned away freely.

Lin Ze sighed a little helplessly, although he knew that the other party couldn't see it, he still couldn't help but glance at the beautiful female disciple.

With Wang Yao's strength, he can obviously squeeze into the top 100, but he met this girl here.

However, there are thousands of outer disciples, and more than 200 can be regarded as extremely high.

"Say hello to Master for me. Su Bailu withdrew his sword, and his voice was full of appreciation.

"Senior Sister often goes back to Qingshan to see when she has time, although Master has never mentioned you, but Senior Brother Xiao has asked me many times, and if you don't send the toy you promised, he plans to go to Qingfeng Mountain to find you. Wang Yao replied honestly, but in his heart he was wondering how to resist the sword just now.

Two days later, the reward for the outer door was issued.

It is a mellow sword pill, and it can be sold at least one spirit stone when it is outside, and it can be stimulated with aura to release a sword intent equivalent to the full force of a monk in the early stage of foundation building.

The days that followed were exciting.

Xiao Qingshan was burdened with a debt of more than 800 spirit stones, which made Elder Qingshan tired of earning spirit stones, and he was out and about all year round, and even Wang Yao, who was in the middle of Qi training, had to go to the South Hall to take over those dangerous tasks, most of which were related to demon beasts.

Along the way, he slashed demons and demons, and even made a reputation for breaking souls with iron palms in several nearby towns.

The things that can be regarded as a chance alone include scattered spirit stones, low-level spirit materials, and many demon beast corpses, but these things are all sent to the south hall and turned into merit points and returned to the sect.

But he didn't complain, and after dragging his tired body back to Qingshan, he still prepared dinner as before.

"Brother Yao, Master has already gone out. Xiao Bao sat on the threshold, his little face was full of bitterness, and the master had only rested for a long time when he came back, and then he hurried out of the sect again, it was said that he was going to the Yongchuan River to deal with the water demon.

"Senior brother concentrates on cultivation. Wang Yao held a bowl of green vegetable noodles, gently placed it on his side, and patted the little guy's shoulder with his hand, the smile on his face was still gentle, and his tone was indifferent but reassuring:

"Aoyama has me. ”

......

The moonlight reflected the mountain peaks, and a simple green robe swayed slightly.

Three years have passed, and Wang Yao is 20 years old.

The body is slender, and the eyebrows and eyes are warm.

There is a Dao sword hanging from his waist, and his palms that have been killed are a little rough.

The slightly thin shoulders on that side had already carried half of the green mountains for the Taoist.