The Wu Temple is the foundation of the founding of the Great Qian Dynasty.

The status is extremely noble.

The Demon Suppression Division and the Demon Hunter can be independent of the court precisely because they are under the jurisdiction of the Martial Temple.

As one of the temple blessings, Lord Wu's words can completely represent the meaning of the martial temple.

Can you not go back?

Jiang Chengyun was completely stunned, the land of Kyushu, whether it was the imperial court or the rivers and lakes, but if he was a martial artist, who didn't want to join the martial temple.

It has the best treasures, the most elixirs, and an endless collection of precious martial arts.

And when it comes to backers, who else can compare to a living God Transformation Realm monk.

They don't need to take the initiative to invite people from all over the world to attract talented people from all over the world.

But at this moment, Lord Wu was actually waiting for General Shen's reply.

"Stay in the martial temple and serve the golden body."

A trace of complexity appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes, this kid's situation was unheard of, and he could eat the breath of the golden body cleanly, which made several bad old men feel distressed.

But this also proves from the side how valuable this person is.

Just let the other party run away, it's really a little reluctant.

After discussion, it is not a loss to simply keep this kid.

Jiang Qiulan stood with his hands down and looked at Shen Yi quietly.

It was about the same as she expected.

With the talent of youth, no one could ignore his existence, not even the Martial Temple.

It's just that Jiang Qiulan was a little surprised that these temple celebrations were so active, and they completely lost the proud and unworldly posture they once had.

The other party should have only seen Shen Yi once.

What happened during the training in the Martial Temple?

"What's in it for you?"

Shen Yi looked over curiously.

"Benefits?"

Lord Wu's eyelids jumped slightly, after so many years, Wumiao still issued an invitation to others for the first time.

And then this kid is negotiating terms with himself?

He closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and then opened them again: "The reason why our group of people stay here is only one purpose...... That is to condense the golden body and break through to the realm of transforming gods, and there is the most abundant incense wish power here. ”

Lord Wu shook his head: "Don't rely on your youth and talent, you feel that the years are long, and a thousand years are a snap of your fingers, and when you really start to get involved in this way, you will find that time is far from enough." ”

"So...... Don't waste your precious longevity on those useless things, such as Qingzhou, and when that group of mixed yuan martial artists pull out their hands, they will naturally know how to solve it. ”

In just a few words, Jiang Chengyun's mood was inexplicably a little low.

Waiting for the Mixed Yuan Grandmaster to pull out his hand can be solved, it sounds easy, but it actually represents the wailing of tens of millions of Li people in Qingzhou, the fall of the generals of the Demon Suppression Division, and the tragic deaths of many demon hunters.

But in the face of thousands of years, these things seem so insignificant.

Li Min is like a weed, and it multiplies very quickly.

The general is slightly more precious, but as long as the incense is sufficient, it is not impossible to reproduce.

In Wu Miao's eyes, it is just a temporary defeat, as long as other troubles are solved, and then the territory is snatched back from the demons.

As a demon hunter in Qingzhou, he can't even blame anything for this.

Because if other troubles can't be solved, it's not just as simple as temporarily losing Qingzhou.

“……”

Shen Yi was silent for a moment, and finally raised his eyes and said, "Then forget it." ”

The incense wish power that can be used at will, coupled with the innate comprehension of the crowning great Qian, is equivalent to a future god realm cultivator.

The question is...... Talent is fake.

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Chengyun fell into an even stronger confusion than just now, and even felt that his brain was dizzy.

Lord Wu couldn't have made what he said clearer.

As long as General Shen nodded, it was by no means as simple as joining the Martial Temple to become a disciple, but it was really necessary to be cultivated as an inheritor.

How important is that?

was rejected so easily.

Could it be that Shen Dacai really cares about Qingzhou?

Thinking of this, Jiang Chengyun looked at the young man again, and his eyes slowly increased with strong admiration.

"Ugh."

Lord Wu seemed to have anticipated this reply a long time ago.

Only the same kind knows the same kind best.

Once upon a time, they were also so arrogant, they always felt that there was no such talent as themselves in the world, and the cultivation of breaking through the realm was as simple as eating and drinking, where would they care what time and patience.

The old man stood up, took out a long jade box from the storage treasure and put it on the table, and said angrily: "Write down the name." ”

The other party is still young, and there will always be a day when they will repent, which is an experience they have both experienced once, although I hope that the other party can avoid detours and learn lessons...... Forget it, at least don't be preempted by those immortal gates.

Anyway, this kid is also a demon suppression general, and when he returned to Qingzhou, he still cultivated the way of the Yin God, so slow down.

The three people in the courtyard set their eyes on the jade box on the table.

Jiang Qiulan seemed to have guessed something, and something strange flashed in his clear eyes.

Listening to Lord Wu's meaning, he wanted to recruit Shen Yi.

The things in this jade box are probably not as simple as medium-grade treasures.

Sure enough, as the old man stretched out his hand to open the jade box, a treasure that was completely selected in the shape of the saber on Shen Yi's waist showed its true face.

"The old man was worried that you wouldn't be able to use it, but he deliberately picked it for a long time."

The straight blade is a cool color and a restrained glow, covered with toothed scales, and the lines are covered with a black glow like mist.

"The name of the knife is hidden in the abyss, and the high-grade treasure is high-grade."

"There's nothing special about it, you can kill the body of the demon king, and it has the effect of guarding the soul of the heart...... If you meet the Demon King of the Howling Moon, its magical power can make the soul collapse and disperse from the body, and you can wear this knife on your body to keep your soul safe. ”

The old man took out his long knife and threw it at the young man in Xuanjia.

Shen Yi took it in his hand and looked at it carefully: "Don't you have a scabbard?" ”

"......" Lord Wu exhaled slightly: "Shall I give you another pair of drapes?" ”

Is it really sent?

Shen Yi raised his head, but saw that the old man had already turned around and left the courtyard, leaving only one sentence: "Since you accepted the knife, it seems that you are still satisfied with it, and the matter of the Famous Martial Temple is so decided." ”

More than just a high-quality sword.

It's still specially used to deal with the demon king in Qingzhou.

The final condition turned out to be to join the martial temple, a beautiful thing that others could not ask for.

This kind of treatment, even Jiang Qiulan has never experienced it.

She found that since she walked with Shen Yi, she suddenly had a lot of novel experiences.

At this moment, she suddenly found that the Xuanjia youth had taken off the saber at his waist, and then tried the scabbard with the abyss, and finally looked at herself: "Is it okay to pay back half of it first?" ”

“……”

Jiang Qiulan walked over and reached out to catch the ink knife, the touch was cold, and there was a lingering demon blood aura floating in it.

It's clearly the same as in my memory, but it seems to be completely different.

The other party seems to have completed a long journey for his old friend, gifted this experience to himself, and then is about to embark on a new journey.

She looked at the gold-patterned jet-black scabbard on Shen Yi's waist, and a light smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Okay." ”

(End of chapter)