During the entire palace meeting Duan Pengwu, Wu Haotian did not say a word. With his understanding of Duan Pengwu, he knew that Duan Pengwu would definitely have a good relationship with the two genius teenagers, instead of ruthlessly strangling them. But what Haotian didn't expect was that Duan Pengwu would offer to provide them with three months of cultivation resources for free so early. This made Haotian really surprised, but with Duan Pengwu's promise, Haotian could implement his plan with confidence. Thinking of this, Haotian's always serious face actually had a playful smile.

In the capital, in an inconspicuous small hotel, a man dressed in black with a black hat on his head sat alone and drank tea. At this moment, a green bamboo leaf pierced through the gap outside the window, and just nailed straight to the teacup in the hand of the black hat who drank the tea. The teacup cracked, and the tea inside flowed out. Flowing into his fingers, he quickly put the bamboo piece into his hand and put a Yuan Dan on the table. Turning and walking out of the hotel, he was very fast, and he flashed. Even the guests at the table next to them didn't know that the people here had just left. After the man in black walked out of the hotel, he immediately urged the source qi to flash to a hidden place, and looked back to see that no one was following him. Only then did I take out the bamboo chips with confidence. I saw six words written on the bamboo piece: "The two of them are from the Wu family." When the man in black saw this piece of bamboo, his face covered by a black veil froze. With a hint of panic, it turned into a light smoke and disappeared.

Wu Haotian returned to the Wu family with two teenagers, and Haotian couldn't help but sigh that his original cultivation was so difficult. Haotian paced around his room, pondering whether he should pass on his alchemy skills to the two of them. Although the two of them are both heavenly talents, this alchemy technique was passed down by the missing master at the beginning. It should be that the people of the Wu family do not pass it on, but in the current situation of the Wu family, all the young children can't support the wall, and they spend all their days in the city every day. The current younger generation of the Wu family are all children of the anointed sorghum, and Wu Haotian has lost all confidence in them. After thinking about it, Haotian finally decided that he couldn't let this alchemy be cut off in his hands. That night, at three o'clock in the middle of the night, Haotian called Wujing and Wang Yue to his practice room, and he first wrapped the entire practice room with his own source qi, and said in a voice that only three people could hear: "Are you willing to learn the art of quenching the body with me? This art of quenching the body is the greatest reliance of my Wu Mou to have this achievement today! If it were not for the erosion of the children of the Wu family today, this art of quenching the body would never be passed on! The two of you are extremely talented, and if you are willing to practice this art of quenching the body, it will definitely be like a tiger with wings." Although the technique of quenching the body is very difficult. But as long as you are willing to learn, I will do my best to teach!" Haotian said in a low voice, the three major families outside are all coveting the Wu family's body quenching technique, if it is known by outsiders, the consequences will be unimaginable! Turnip nodded heavily, indicating that she was willing to learn. Wang Yue was destroyed because of his master. I have always had the desire to restore my master in my heart, and if this will make my strength strong, then why not? Wang Yue also expressed his willingness to learn. Haotian patted the two of them on the shoulders and said with a smile: "Since you both look up to Wu and me, then Wu will teach you with all your might!" When he said this, he increased the strength of the arm on Wujing's shoulder, and smiled meaningfully at Wuqing, Wang Yue and Wujing both raised their immature faces and laughed knowingly.

Haotian called both of them to the council hall and said to them, "Since you are willing to learn, then, come on, Wu is going to accept disciples." Which of you will apprentice first?" Wang Yue listened, knowing that Patriarch Wu had clearly expressed that he wanted to accept them as apprentices, and that he had hope of regaining his own door, he knelt down on his knees, and said with moist eyes: "Master is above, be worshiped by the apprentice!" Haotian looked at Wang Yue with satisfaction, and motioned for Wang Yue to get up. Haotian looked at Wang Yue, the disciple who made him extremely satisfied, and couldn't help but have a smug look on his face. Being able to teach such two genius disciples is also a pleasure in life! But when he found Turnip, he stood stunned. I couldn't help but be surprised. Wang Yue, who had finished his apprenticeship, looked at the stunned turnip, and hurriedly pulled the corner of the turnip's clothes: "Turnip, kneel down." Why don't you apprentice to the teacher? Aren't you also willing to learn this method of refining the body?" Turnip raised his eyes and saw Haotian's deep eyes, he hid the panic in his heart, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm sorry, Patriarch Wu, I can't worship you as a teacher. It's my honor that you want to teach me, but..."Turnip clenched her fists, "Master, there can only be one in a lifetime... I can't call you a master... I ask for Patriarch Wu's understanding. Turnip came up with the bits and pieces of his master's past, fishing, teaching himself various cultivations, teaching himself etiquette, and would rather sacrifice himself than let himself be hurt in a moment of crisis. The past flashed in Turnip's mind one by one like a picture, and when she thought of this, Turnip's tears couldn't help but flow out. Although the master had told him that men don't flick when they have tears, but today the turnip really can't help it. The master is a kind of belief for the turnip! The biggest obsession in the heart of the turnip. Nothing is as important as the master in the mind of the turnip. Thinking of this, the turnip became more and more determined to not worship Haotian as a teacher. Wujing raised her head, looked at Haotian with her own firm eyes and said, "Thank you for the kindness of the patriarch, this physical training technique." Forgive turnips are difficult to obey. As he spoke, tears fell from his eyes and fell to the ground like a perfect pearl. Broken into eight petals, the turnip finished speaking, and ran out of the practice room without looking back. Leaving only a back, Haotian had no choice but to stare at the back of the turnip, touching his chin, and the smug expression just now immediately disappeared without a trace.

Turnip ran out of the practice room and came to the Wu family's garden alone, and Turnip leaned weakly against the boulder in the garden. This boulder reminded him of Boulder Village, and he missed Senior Brother He Hu of Boulder Village, Grandma Anqin, and the old grandfather of the Spirit of the Source of All Things. and the villagers in Boulder Village who loved him, and the tears of the turnip couldn't help but flow down. Turnip's sadness was not because he couldn't successfully learn the art of physical training, but because the word master pierced his heart. Pierced the barrier he missed his master. Let his long-accumulated longing be like a torrent, which cannot be stifled. Turnip leaned on the boulder and sobbed, he needed a vent, even if he was so calm arguing with the prime minister in the dynasty during the day! Now he is just a sad child who needs tears to heal his inner wounds. The turnip lay on the boulder, and soon he fell asleep, and the moonlight covered him with a white veil. At this moment, he was serene, like an angel, comfortably recovering from his sores.

But the tranquility will always be broken by someone, a cold light flashed, and the blade of the sword went straight to the head of the turnip, so fast that people seemed to see only the flickering of light. Wu Haotian followed the footsteps of the turnip, and just saw the turnip leaning down on the boulder to fall asleep. Just as he was about to go over and pick him up, he saw a cold light flashing out, piercing Turnip's head! Wu Haotian was really panicked at this moment, the importance of Turnip to the Furong Dynasty can be imagined, no less than the existence of a national treasure! What should he do if something happens? But Wu Haotian came to his garden and didn't have a weapon on him, so he had to run towards Turnip as fast as he could, but it was too late, the sword pointed directly at Turnip's head, and the poor little Turnip's life hung by a thread. But it's still in his good dreams!