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For example, Chen Peng, who is not Hongjun now, has ignited the Sanqing Yuan Shi Tianzun in another world.

But although Chen Peng has decided to accept Wang Yuan as a disciple, the exercises and the like will not be passed on to what he once learned.

"The Qianyuan world is also a big world, and there are countless strange skills, since I came here, I now accept Wang Yuanzhi as an apprentice, and I will use what I have learned in this world."

Chen Peng's thought flashed and he made a definition.

After all, the world of Qianyuan has the Dao of the Qianyuan world, and it has its own heavenly Dao operation, so why should Chen Peng insist on counting the immortal art of the flood wilderness.

He doesn't want to break the original rules of this world, and he doesn't want to break the rules of this world.

But now he still accepts Wang Yuan as a disciple first, and what Fang Zheng thinks about himself is the right thing.

"Today, I will accept you as a disciple."

The idea fell, Chen Peng's sleeves brushed through, and after a breeze blew, Wang Yuan, who was kneeling at the table, stood up involuntarily.

"The benefactor is willing to accept me as a disciple.."

After Wang Yuan got up, he looked up at Chen Peng sluggishly.

He didn't expect that his wish would really come true, and that this great man would take him as a little person who was unpopular, and now he is still a blind man's apprentice.

"The benefactor is as kind to me as a mountain.."

Wang Yuan's lips trembled, and he didn't know what to say excitedly.

He knew that the noisy knights downstairs all wanted to come to Chen Peng to worship him as a teacher.

And he had seen the strangeness just now, and he also knew that the spell that the shopkeeper said to kill people with alcohol was true, and the master in front of him was really a first-class living immortal in the martial arts.

"The benefactor will be worshiped by the villain again!" Wang Yuan's blood surged and he wanted to worship again.

In his mind, such a living immortal master, what apprentice can't accept it, and now he has to find an ordinary little person?

If there really is, then you haven't seen the wealthy men downstairs, they all occupy the streets outside the inn, the sons of the wealthy families, the big faction of the light handsome, crowded like a market, watching a play.

But now, such an opportunity has fallen on Wang Yuan's head.

"Benefactor .." Wang Yuan trembled, his blind eyes showed tears mixed with blood, and his wound hurt, but he didn't care and wanted to worship again.

After all, he was so excited that he couldn't think of a better way to repay.

So, he felt that he should kneel and must bow again, so that he could express his gratitude.

"Benefactor?"

But when Chen Peng heard this, he shook his head, waved his hand to stop Wang Yuan's kneeling, and said with a smile in his somewhat puzzled eyes: "Today, you should be called this master."

"Master.."

After Wang Yuan muttered a few words, the title of the master and the recognition of the master in front of him were like the last big stone falling in his heart.

When he looked up again and saw Chen Peng nodding, he finally couldn't control his emotions and cried.

The ancients had a saying that the monarch of heaven and earth is a teacher.

Wang Yuan has lived in a state of confusion for more than 20 years, and he has long forgotten what his parents are like.

This apprenticeship, for him, is more like having a relative.

"Master!"

After Wang Yuanqiang endured the tearing pain in his body, he clenched his fists hard and bowed, although he had not read a book, he also knew that the courtesy of his disciples could not be abolished.

But his master saw that he was seriously injured, so he didn't let him kneel and worship, so he might as well salute and hug his fists and complete this apprenticeship.

"Today you are my Chen Peng's disciple." Chen Peng nodded after seeing it, thought for a while, and looked at Wang Yuandao, who seemed to remember his name: "You recuperate, we need to go to one place in a few days."

Things like exercises still need to be solved, and Chen Peng has already thought of a good place.

"Yes!" Wang Yuan bowed his hand, bowed again, opened the door and walked out, and gently took it on, without making a sound, even the footsteps in the corridor slowed down softly.

This is a bit reluctant for his current injury.

But it is not difficult to see his respect for Chen Peng and his cherishing of this opportunity.

"Shizun asked me to recuperate from my injuries, and I should be ready to teach me martial arts after my injuries are healed."

Wang Yuan thought in his heart, when he went down the stairs, after glancing at the suddenly quiet Jianghu high-rollers, he seemed to be holding something in his hand, and he didn't stay for long, so he walked back to his house.

It can be seen from here that although Chen Peng has the backing, he is still a little afraid of these high-rollers.

After all, although he suffered a great change and experienced the misfortune of almost being killed, his personality cannot be changed in a moment.

"Because of the master, the shopkeeper is also better to me than before."

When Wang Yuan walked into the house and opened the stone bricks under the bed with difficulty, he put the gold and silver in his arms again, and he was afraid that the new quilt would be dirty, so he took off the bloody coarse linen clothes, and lay on the side of the bed on the stone bed where the shopkeeper laid him a new bedding.

"In the end, I don't have the ability, if I have martial arts, I won't be afraid of them."

The yearning for martial arts, the vision for the future.

Maybe he was too tired, and after a while, Wang Yuan, who was lying on the bed, fell into a deep sleep.

But he didn't know that even if he didn't have martial arts, these high-rollers were afraid of him.

Just because with his departure before, the high-rollers in the inn who wanted to see Chen Peng, but didn't dare to go up and knock on the door, exploded.

"Hey, isn't this the little second saved by the master?"

In the inn, a big man pointed to Wang Yuan's bloody back.

"I know, his name is Wang Yuan!" A middle-aged merchant replied to Dahan's words, as if he knew a lot.

After all, in today's inn, the people who can stay here now are the best in Qi City, and the middle-aged merchants also want to keep a familiar face, so that they can leave a friendship in the future.

"You know? What do you tell us about the afternoon? ”

Hearing what the merchant said, an old man showed curiosity and let the shopkeeper, who was much more spirited, serve a pot of good wine.

"I don't know about it, I only know that his name is Wang Yuan." The merchant shook his head and took the fine bamboo leaves handed over by the shopkeeper with both hands.

If there is wine, he will not drink it in vain, but he is not afraid of this old man.

"What he doesn't know, I know!"

A young man shouted loudly and slapped the table, but then remembered something, and whispered to the people who were looking at him dissatisfiedly: "This matter, but I saw it with my own eyes in the afternoon."

The young man was in the inn in the afternoon, but he saw the scene of Chen Peng's murder.

He is also showing off now, wanting to build a personal relationship.

But the current situation is also as he thought.

"There's news!" Everyone's ears pricked up, and they all gathered around the young man, wanting to know more rumors about the master.

"I'll tell you, this afternoon."

The young man spoke, and when he saw everyone surrounding him, he was proud in his heart, as if he was the master, and said with pride: "You have never seen each other, and it was a thrilling thing at that time."

As he spoke, the young man was excited, and he couldn't help but stand up and step on the table, looking at everyone: "Liu Er, you know, right?"

When the words fell, seeing everyone nodding, he then said: "At that time, Liu Er, Zhao He and a group of big men surrounded that master, and I sat next to me, thinking about it, the martial arts of Liu Er and others must have been taken down!"

The young man was startled, like a storyteller, shaking his head, stepping on the table with one foot, but when he saw the shopkeeper looking over, he sat down again.

But his tone was still full of enchanting excitement: "But you don't know.."

Xuan, what the young man said was mysterious and mysterious, but everyone listened to it like they were fascinated, as if they had become the master.

The high rollers outside the inn leaned against the door and squeezed inside.

Passers-by on the street, leaning against the window and listening.

"But you don't know that the master just waved his hand! Swords, a room full of swords! The sword light was so panicked that no one could see clearly, and in the blink of an eye, when I saw clearly.."

The young man waved his hand and spread out the aged wine in his cup.

"Liu Er, all of them are dead, and none of them are left!"