I shook my head decisively: "I'll go back tomorrow during the day." ”

"Then you go back to the house to rest, Qu Zhi is back, and he will lead people to patrol tonight." The master said softly, "Your room is cleaned every day. ”

I pondered, "Then give me a roster." ”

The master turned around and took out a delicate booklet from the cabinet and handed it to me.

I flipped through it, put it in my pocket, bowed to the master, and went back to my room.

As soon as I opened the door, a familiar smell came to my face, although the Taoist temple was full of sandalwood fragrance, I always felt that my room had a different smell, and the smell was very pleasant.

The furnishings in the room have not changed in the slightest, and there is not even a layer of floating ash on the tables and chairs. I didn't even take off my clothes, I couldn't wait to lie down on the bed, the dry sheets were slightly hard, and as soon as I rolled over, I was hit by the refreshing smell of laundry detergent.

I was lying on the comfortable bed and drowsy, and suddenly I opened my eyes, and I hadn't done anything yet, how dare I sleep?

I quickly took some cold water, washed my face haphazardly, and after my head was a little clearer, I quickly sat down at the table and hurriedly flipped through the roster.

The thunder characters in my hands won't be able to get results for a while, and I don't plan to waste my energy on this, there are still a lot of fatal things in front of me.

I have a lot of worries and I haven't told the master, I made a call tonight, and I didn't see the person behind it from beginning to end, which makes it difficult to figure out the Huang family's intentions.

The roster clearly records the details of each disciple, including the time of initiation and the progress of the practice.

According to the records on the roster, all the disciples of Qingfeng Temple add up to nearly two hundred, which is indeed a bit jaw-dropping to me.

A Taoist temple of normal scale, there are dozens of people up and down, and more than 100 people can be regarded as a Taoist temple.

As soon as my excitement came up, a scoop of cold water came - although there were many people, at least half of them had been in the audience for less than a year.

These people were decisively excluded by me, and it is estimated that they have just touched the threshold of Taoism after just one year of entering the meditation, and letting them participate in this kind of thing is tantamount to harming others and themselves.

And the rest of the people are mostly disciples brought by Yang Dingyan from the Pure Yang Palace. At present, this group of people can be regarded as the backbone of Qingfeng Guan.

I did a cursory check, there are about more than 100 disciples in the Pure Yang Palace, and I want to divide these people into two groups, plus the young disciples who have just entered the meditation, a total of three groups.

Each group of people will be a fortress to defend the Qingfeng Temple.

I rubbed my swollen eyes, pulled out a pen and paper, and slowly swiped through the roster.

After a night, I drew the neat roster like a Peking Opera mask, but I could understand it myself.

I took out my phone to check the time, I didn't know it, it was already four o'clock in the morning, and there was still an hour or so, which was the time for morning class, and I looked at the sky outside, and I didn't plan to sleep.

I stood up, stretched, opened the door and strode out.

Standing in the courtyard and taking a few deep breaths of cold air, I feel more comfortable.

Probably, for a person who is adrift, the car exhaust in his hometown is sweet.

I walked slowly along the stone path of the courtyard, and before I knew it, I came to the Zhenqian Courtyard, and before I could enter the courtyard, I heard a muffled sound.

I chuckled, don't think about it, it must be Xuanhu practicing again.

I gently pushed the door open, leaning against the door frame, Xuanhu held a bamboo pole and slammed at the sandbag man in front of him, although the move was still sharp, but I could clearly feel that his speed of making moves was much slower.

"Awake?"

Xuanhu looked back at me, poked the bamboo pole on the ground, touched the sweat on his face with the back of his hand, and looked at me with a smile.

I smiled, "I didn't sleep at all." ”

"Practice with me?"

Hey, it's really a martial idiot.

Xuanhu threw away the bamboo pole in his hand and beckoned to me: "Do you remember what I taught you?" ”

"You can't be soft-hearted." I responded quickly.

"Come on."

I moved my muscles and bones and stood in front of Xuanhu: "Then I'm welcome." ”

Before the words fell, I pounced directly, Xuanhu's figure retreated, and he rushed forward, I deliberately didn't dodge, and hit his fist.

To be honest, Xuanhu's fists are still very hard, but they are less fierce, and to put it bluntly, he now has no strength.

Between the fists and feet, I felt more and more obviously that Xuanhu's strength was weak.