Chapter Seventy-Seven: Tianlong Temple, Practice Rites

The days passed much more peacefully than Wu Xingzhi expected.

Practice, eat, exercise, sleep.

If it weren't for the fact that there were always all kinds of news about the Immortal Hunting Order in the rivers and lakes, as well as the people in the rivers and lakes who occasionally came to punish the evil and promote the good, Wu Xingzhi would have felt that he was going to forget about the Immortal Seeking Conference.

The wise man chose to appear only once during this period of time, because he insisted on exercising every day, he successfully increased a little bit of the refining attribute, and now the refining attribute has reached five points.

Wu Xingzhi estimated that the law of the choice of the wise man would be easier to trigger in the face of strong enemies and difficulties, and it seemed to appear very rarely in the dull period.

In addition to this, there are also gains in terms of achievements.

[You have successfully blackmailed a thousand people and achieved the Master of Blackmail achievement.] 】

[Blackmail Master: When you face someone weaker than yourself, what you say will be very convincing. (Achievements can be active as long as they exist)]

[The current world cannot unlock the next level of achievement.] 】

[The host can choose to eliminate the Blackmail Master achievement, which can be exchanged for 200 Wisdom Coins.] 】

Well, it's still a useless achievement.

However, it's easy to achieve.

After all, it takes a lot of money to keep up the daily cost of eating and drinking.

Fortunately, Wu Xingzhi can always meet enthusiastic Jianghu people, not only donating money, but also accumulating progress to achievements, killing two birds with one stone.

As for the achievements of the blackmailer, when he obtained the blackmailer master, Wu Xingzhi directly eliminated it and replaced it with a wisdom coin.

"Counting the days, the Immortal Hunting Conference seems to be coming soon, right?"

In the courtyard, Wu Xingzhi stood lightly on a sharpened wooden stake.

"Hmm." Wang Yuyan sat under the shade of a tree on the side, holding a book in her hand, and answered softly: "Recently, there are more and more people in the rivers and lakes in Xinyang City, and they are all people from the rivers and lakes who have come to join in the fun. ”

"It's finally coming to this day."

Wu Xingzhi jumped down from the stake, and there was no sound at the moment he landed.

"I feel like I've been rebornβ€”"

"I hope the heroes of the world don't let me down."

......

Dali, Tianlong Temple.

It's the height of summer again, the trees in the Tianlong Temple are lush, and on the square facing the main hall, the young man in brocade clothes sits in it, and there are six monks opposite, five of whom look old, and only one is still middle-aged.

"Uncle, masters, let's get started." The young man saluted slightly and said.

"Yu'er, be careful!"

The middle-aged monk reminded and made eye contact with the other monks.

The six people raised their hands at the same time, each with a finger, and between the internal qi movements, six sword qi shot straight towards Duan Yu.

Duan Yu stood still, the five fingers of his right hand were slightly opened, and the little finger of his left hand was raised, and the same six sword qi shot out from his fingertips, corresponding one by one.

The invisible energy in the air collided, and the faces of the six monks changed.

The seven of them put away their sword qi at the same time, Duan Yu stood up and saluted respectfully, "Thank you for your guidance." ”

"Amitabha." The monk in the center sighed: "In less than a year, you have been able to practice the Six-Vein Divine Sword to such a state, and the six of us are already invincible." ”

"I'm just using the benefits of divine merit, and I'm still far from the masters." Duan Yu said modestly: "Moreover, the six veins of the divine sword and the six swords are quite exhaustive, I can't last long, if I fight seriously, I will definitely not be the opponent of the masters." ”

"Yu'er doesn't have to be humble." The middle-aged monk said with a smile: "We are just able to make all the way to the sword, the essence of the six-vein divine sword, or the cooperation of the six veins, one person can become a set of incomparably exquisite invisible sword formation, in the whole world, only you can come out of the six veins." ”

As he was talking, a person walked in quickly at the door, Duan Yu hurriedly looked at it and saluted: "Daddy, you're here." ”

The person who came was Duan Zhengchun, he looked at the situation on the field, and said with a smile: "Yu'er, how many masters are you pestering to help you teach kung fu?" ”

"Brother Xian, this time we took the initiative." The middle-aged monk smiled and said, "Yu'er's six-vein divine sword is progressing rapidly, and we have nothing to teach him." ”

"I've seen the royal brother." Duan Zhengchun saluted.

"I've given way to you, why do you still call me Brother Huang." The monk glared at him, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I didn't misunderstand the person, although you are a little romantic, but Dali is under your rule, and it can be regarded as a country and a people's peace." ”

Duan Zhengchun smiled awkwardly and faced Duan Yu: "Yu'er, you have really worked hard to cultivate in Tianlong Temple in the past year. ”

"Calculate the time, the immortal search conference is about to start."

Duan Yu was stunned and muttered, "So fast? ”

Duan Yu is originally an optimistic character, he hasn't asked about the affairs of the rivers and lakes for so long, and every day he is accompanied by martial arts, he is about to forget what happened that day, and now when he mentions the immortal search conference, he suddenly thinks about it again.

"I don't know how Miss Wang is now."

"And the evil manβ€”"

"With my current martial arts, it should be enough to protect her, right?"

Duan Zhengchun stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him: "Yu'er, what are you stunned about?" ”

Duan Yu came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It's nothing, Daddy, then I'll leave for Xinyang in two days." ”

Looking at Duan Zhengchun's expression, he said again: "Daddy, don't worry, if I meet that evil man, I will do my best to help Daddy get rid of this hatred in my heart." ”

Although the two didn't see each other much during this time, Duan Yu knew that because of Ah Zi's incident at the beginning, Duan Zhengchun was always in pain in his heart, and Ah Zi could be regarded as his sister, so it was reasonable that he should also avenge his relatives for this blood revenge.

When Duan Zhengchun heard this, his face swelled up with sadness again, he squeezed out a smile, and said, "Yu'er, you are kind by nature and never want to hurt others, there is no need to carry this hatred on yourself." ”

"It's okay, Daddy." Duan Yu interrupted the conversation and said, "Although it is true that the killing should not be done, if the relatives die in front of them and are indifferent, even if the enemy is happy and happy, it is not for human beings. ”

"Zi said: Repay grievances with straightforwardness, and repay virtue with virtue."

Duan Zhengchun sighed and said, "Yu'er, although your martial arts have made rapid progress, that evil man is not easy to deal with. ”

"No matter what, I'm going to give it my all." Duan Yu said seriously.

Not only for revenge, but also-

For Miss Wang.

As for which of them was heavier, Duan Yu himself couldn't tell the difference.

"Amitabha."

Master Kurong, who was in the middle of the main game, closed his eyes and raised a Buddha name: "Idiot, idiot." ”

I don't know if I'm talking about Duan Yu or Duan Zhengchun.

Duan Zhengchun saluted Master Kurong, and then looked at the middle-aged monk: "Brother Huang, why did you pass the throne to me, it turns out that being the emperor is so tired, I have almost no time to do other things every day, and even my wife has not seen me for many days." ”

"What is the virtuous brother complaining about, who in this world doesn't want to be the emperor?" The middle-aged monk smiled.

"Yes." Duan Zhengchun walked in, took Duan Yu's hand, and said, "But as an emperor, this martial arts that has been practiced all his life is useless." ”

He looked at Duan Yu's eyes: "Fortunately, my son is angry, since you are going to travel far away, I will give you a practice gift for my father." ”

As he spoke, the qi in his body continued to pour into Duan Yu's body, and Duan Yu was shocked: "Daddy! Why are you doing that? Stop it! ”

The Northern Spiritual Skill in his body operated automatically, absorbing all of Duan Zhengchun's internal qi, and he hurriedly wanted to break free of Duan Zhengchun's hand, but Duan Zhengchun's death force was firmly grasped.

"Brother Xian is free and easy."

The middle-aged monk laughed: "I, a person who eats fasting and recites Buddha, this martial art doesn't seem to be of much use, Yu'er, my uncle's throne was given to your father, and this martial art will be given to you." ”

As he spoke, he directly pressed Duan Zhengchun's shoulder.

"Amitabha."

A thin hand was attached to the middle-aged monk's back: "Senior brother is right, my Tianlong Temple inherits the six-vein divine sword is all in Yu'er, since Yu'er is going to the immortal-seeking conference, it also represents my Tianlong Temple." ”

"We are waiting to chant Buddha all day long, and this internal force is in our body, so it is better for you to use it to be of greater use."

One hand at a time, Duan Yu looked at all this, speechless for a while, his eyes blurred.

In Tianlong Temple, the internal qi is surging like a great river.