Chapter 111: Accepting Disciples? Shut up the fart
In the dilapidated thatched hut, the young man with a sword in green clothes looked solemn and his eyes were serious.
On the opposite side was the one-eyed old man who had been frowning and silent.
Ye Wuwu's words are not a joke.
Yesterday, Ye Wuwu had already made such a decision in his heart.
He wanted to re-walk the invincible road that Dugu Xuan had walked back then.
With the second product as the boundary, once again explore the rivers and lakes of Xishu.
In this way, not only can the Taibai Sword Sect really shine, but it will not rely on the reputation of foreign objects.
It can also allow Ye Wuwu to step into the realm of a product with that invincible momentum.
The position of the sect master of the Taibai Sword Sect, let him be himself, and it is not a good thing for him to be the sect.
Let you be a genius, you will reach the second grade at the age of eighteen, but this Taibai Sect Master is still a little inappropriate.
The realm cultivation of the second grade, if it is just a second-rate sect like that idle clouds and wild cranes, it is already enough.
But for the Taibai Sect, which can now be said to be on the cusp of the Xishu rivers and lakes, it is still a little low after all.
The position of suzerain is a name, but it is also a bondage.
Ye Wuwu knew very well that he would not stay on the mountain gate for a long time.
On the one hand, he is only eighteen years old this year, at least this body, and he doesn't want to be bound to the mountain, at least not now.
Practicing and cultivating, isn't it just practicing a happy life?
Second, everyone's way of practice is different, some people meditate and meditate all day long, but they can also take one step and soar day by day, but some people only realize a breakthrough in countless life and death crises.
Ye Wuwu felt that he should be in between.
So he wanted to go down the mountain again.
If he stays on the mountain, Ye Wuwu is afraid that he can only look at the back of the little junior sister for the rest of his life.
Seven years is the best example.
In the years since he went down the mountain, Ye Wuwu has already comprehended the heart sword and sword intent, and he has condensed his true qi and reached the second grade.
Despite the system's assistance, this is also a speed that cannot be matched in the mountains.
Ye Wuwu decided to go down the mountain, who else could be the sect master? Lu Caiwei is obviously not among them, she does not have the ability to manage the sect.
The rest of the people are either not old enough, or they are not cultivated enough, not to mention.
But if Liu is blind, this person who was once called Liu Madman on the rivers and lakes of Xishu comes to be the Taibai Sect Master, even if it is enough to be a hands-off shopkeeper, it will be very different.
He is strong enough, and he is strong enough to deter those with ulterior motives, and he doesn't need to worry so much about doing things.
Some troubles came to the door, even if Ye Wuwu wanted to beat the other party and throw it out directly, he couldn't do it in person, but just smiled on the surface to deal with it, and then found a chance to make a move.
But if Madman Liu was present, even if he hacked the other party to death with a sword on the spot, outsiders in the rivers and lakes would only sigh a few times when they heard about it, and it was really Madman Liu, and it was over.
Of course, in the final analysis, it is still related to strength, Ye Wuwu is just a small second grade, and for some things, he still has to reason with others.
If you arrive at a white rainbow by yourself...... Blowing snow realm, it is estimated that it is enough not to reason with others.
Whoever has the big fist is the truth.
This is a truth that has been passed down to this day and has remained unchanged for the ages.
In the end, under the impatient urging of Liu Blind, Ye Wuwu left.
However, his expression did not change much, and it was still flat.
This matter is definitely not so easy, Liu Blind can be regarded as a reclusive for more than ten years, if he is persuaded to go out of the mountain so innocently, it will be too nonsense.
The next day, Ye Wuwu kicked open the dilapidated door again in the morning, and then after dodging the broken shoe like yesterday, he put the wine and food on the ground with a smile.
Ye Wuwu didn't talk about those words with Liu Blind again, but inquired into some of the past events in the rivers and lakes.
This liquor is really strong, even if Liu Blind is a drunkard, he can't help but say a few more words.
After eating, Ye Wuwu walked out of the door with a smile and returned to the mountain alone.
In the room, there was a blind man Liu with a playful face.
"Sample, the stinky boy thinks that he can get closer to the old man and send some wine to invite the old man, it's really stupid, how did Dugu Xuan accept such a disciple."
Liu Blind muttered to himself disdainfully, but then looked at the wine jug in his hand, and there was still the last sip of wine in it.
After thinking about it, Liu Blind put away the wine jug solemnly, and a rare trace of seriousness flashed on his old face, and said.
"But this wine is really good, you still have to put it up first, and drink it when you're hungry."
Five minutes later, Liu Blind couldn't hold back and drank the wine in one gulp.
On the third day, Ye Wuwu came again, still with side dishes and good wine.
Day 4......
Day 5......
On the sixth day, the person who came changed one, not Ye Wuwu but Xiao Ping.
This young man, who had only been in the martial arts for a long time, looked at Liu Blind at this moment, and shivered a little, then put aside the wine and food in his hand and walked out of the door.
Liu Blind picked up the wine jug and looked at Xiao Ping's departing back, with thoughtful eyes in his eyes.
After that, for half a month, Xiao Ping brought the wine and food on time every day, and he didn't say much, just put the wine and food aside, and then turned around and left.
As for Ye Wuwu, he spent half a month dealing with the daily affairs of some sects, instead of Lu Caiwei guiding Xiao Ping and Liu Yuechan to practice swords, and went out to the nearest Los Angeles to see the income of refined salt and perfume.
I don't know if I don't see it, and I'm shocked when I see it.
Nearly two million taels of silver, this is all his money in the Li family's bank.
This is only forty percent of the income, doesn't it mean that Ang Li, that is, the Xishu royal family, earned five or six million taels of silver?
This is considered a small amount, and it is estimated that the other party may feel that the benefit is too great, so he gave himself a few points less?
But then Ye Wuwu smiled, earning millions of taels in half a year In fact, it was within his expectations, refined salt is something that cannot be said to everyone, but it is also something that the vast majority of people will buy and use.
In this world, Ye Wuwu doesn't know how big it is, but just crossing the entire Xishu by horse, it will take a year, and I think it is a little bigger than the place where he once lived.
With tens of millions of people, the income of refined salt in the future will only be more, not less.
It's just that the sect is recruiting people, and Ye Wuwu has also publicized it in Los Angeles, but there has been no progress yet.
Ye Wuwu rubbed his eyebrows and sighed slightly.
Is the Taibai Sword Sect so unpopular now?
After thinking about it, Ye Wuwu found that he had fallen into a misunderstanding.
The sect recruited people, and he pointed to the disciples, but he didn't think about anything else.
Ye Wuwu, who was originally sitting in the room with a sad face, suddenly slammed the table and said angrily.
"Accept apprentices, collect apprentices, collect a fart, I will directly pull Uncle Zhang and them in, and directly add a batch of second-grade and third-grade masters."
Thinking of this, Ye Wuwu had a smile in his eyes.
After all, the system didn't say that it must accept apprentices, and if I recruit a big guy in the snow blowing realm, it's the same.
(End of chapter)