Early in the morning, An Qing came to the inner city again, walked around in the inner city, and finally went to the weapons store and spent a lot of money to buy a silver-white space bracelet of not low grade, which was used to store items. Under Master Jian's instigation, he selected a small gourd that also had space capabilities and hung it on his waist. Then he went to a restaurant specially opened for monks and filled two large altars of Tianlu City's unique fruit wine. Then he came to Zu Dragon Club Station.
I heard that the Ancestral Dragon Society is currently recruiting students from major cities in all regions of the human race to practice at the Zulong Academy run by the Ancestral Dragon Society.
The conditions are very broad, and anyone with or without any level of cultivation can register. As long as the qualifications are tested, you can enroll for free.
The Ancestral Dragon Society is the largest force in the human race. Unlike other sects, the Ancestral Dragon Society is committed to making the number of human monks larger and stronger. Relying on its huge strength and influence, it has strongholds and colleges in major cities in Dongzhou. .
The most famous among them are the five academies, which are located in the five directions of Dongzhou's southeast, northwest, and middle. The people who come out of the academies are all human elites, with Zhongzhou Zulong Taoist Academy being the most famous.
An Qing's destination is Zulong Taoist Temple, where he heard that there is the "Huanglong Taoist Scripture", which is known as the first Taoist scripture of the human race.
Master Jian said that if you read too much rubbish Taoist scriptures, people will become rubbish. If you want to read, just look for the best. If you don’t have it, just find a way to get it yourself. Be it stealing, robbing, selling yourself, or seducing. Don’t do it. Ask me anything, I am the sword, not your father.
An Qing was speechless after hearing this.
However, since entering the human race's sphere of influence, Master Jian has not spoken much. He seems to have some scruples, except for complaining when the Bai family caravan is disappointed and there is no widow.
Well... to be precise, the one who has a widow, but ran away early, is Bai Yuanwai's daughter-in-law.
The Ancestral Dragon Association is buzzing with people, and there are so many people queuing up to sign up, ranging from seventy to eighty-year-olds, to those who are still young...
An Qing looked at the people in line speechlessly, not knowing whether these people were really here to sign up or just come to stand and join in the fun.
"Hey! Boy."
While An Qing was queuing up silently, a group of rich kids thought they were elegant but were actually arrogant and domineering. When passing by An Qing, the hook-nosed young man walking at the front saw that An Qing was dressed well, but he was wearing a The Broken Black Sword suddenly became interested. He walked up to An Qing and looked at it for a few times and asked, "You look very cool, you are dressed like a human being, why are you bringing a broken sword?" If you want to pretend to be a swordsman, you must have a good sword, brothers, do you think what I said is right?"
The other young people looked at the hook-nosed young man and nodded in agreement: "That's right, these days, if you can become a swordsman with a broken sword, wouldn't we become swordsmen? Haha!"
After hearing what several people said, the people around him became interested and turned their attention to An Qing.
An Qing pinched his nose and said with a smile: "Sorry, I am not a swordsman, I am a swordsman, and I will be a man who will become a swordsman in the future."
The hook-nosed young man said: "Hey! He said he is a sword cultivator, do you believe it?"
Several young people shook their heads with disdain on their faces.
An Qing was speechless. This group of people had no cultivation at all. Naturally, they couldn't tell that he was a monk and they were too lazy to talk nonsense.
"Yo! I even hung a wine gourd. I learned a lot." The hook-nosed young man fiddled with the gourd tied to An Qing's belt and smiled, showing his teeth with vegetable leaves stuck on them: "Where did you buy it? Also go buy a Dangdang sword repairer."
After the hook-nosed young man said this, the crowd laughed loudly, thinking that the young man was just faking it.
An Qing frowned slightly, glanced at the hook-nosed young man, and then looked ahead. When he saw that the monk who was still maintaining the queue order was gone, he couldn't help but sigh helplessly and said, "What do you want?"
The hook-nosed young man raised the corner of his mouth and said proudly: "What do you want to do? Since you said you are a sword cultivator, then give me and my brothers a performance. If yes, I will let you go. If no, then you will Get under my crotch and I will let you go."
"Want me to perform a piece for you?"
"That's right!" The hook-nosed young man nodded arrogantly.
An Qing raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Who do you think you are!"
As soon as these words came out, the onlookers were all startled and looked at the young man in surprise.
When the hook-nosed young man heard this, he was startled and sneered: "Boy, I think you are tired of life. You dare to talk to me like this. You don't want to find out who I am, but you dare to talk to me like this." Anyone who speaks will not survive tomorrow!”
"This kid probably wants to be a sword cultivator. He really thinks he is a sword cultivator. He doesn't know how high the sky is and he is looking for death!"
"That's right, with a broken sword on his body, he really thinks he is a swordsman. If he beats him up, he will understand what reality is."
"Those who understand, please kneel down and kowtow to Brother Zhao and Mr. Zhao to apologize. Mr. Zhao may be so merciful that he will spare your life."
Several young people behind the hook-nosed young man looked unkind and taunted him, asking An Qing to kneel down and kowtow to admit his mistake.
An Qing glanced at the people who folded their hands and shook his head. He looked down at Heijian and said in his heart: "Master Jian, they called you a broken sword. Why don't you come out and express your gratitude?"
Mr. Jian said disdainfully: "It's just a few mentally retarded people. You can handle it yourself."
An Qing: "..."
"Boy, my brothers have been talking here for a long time. Are you deaf or mute? Kneel down and kowtow to apologize. Don't appear in front of our brothers in the future, or I will break your legs!"
An Qing said nothing, his eyes looked at his nose, and his nose looked at his heart.
"Little brother, if a good man doesn't suffer the consequences, he should kneel down, kowtow, apologize and go away. They are..."
Some people in the crowd of onlookers offered good-hearted advice, but when they saw one of the young men with the hook-nosed youth turning back and giving him a fierce look, he was immediately frightened and quickly shut up, and hurriedly withdrew from the crowd, looking very scared. look.
An Qing rubbed the corners of his eyes, feeling a little headache. He obviously didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble came to him.
When the hook-nosed young man saw that An Qing had not moved, a trace of impatience flashed across his expression. He snorted coldly and suddenly grabbed An Qing with one hand.
An Qing turned around and said one word expressionlessly: "Get out!" As soon as he finished speaking, several invisible sword energy flew out of his body.
Before the hook-nosed young man could react, he was knocked away by a sword energy, and several young men behind him also flew backwards and fell to the ground.
The passers-by who were watching were shocked by the sudden scene. They looked at the young men with hooked noses who fell on the ground and howled in surprise, and then looked at the young man with an indifferent expression. They all looked in awe.
At this point, if you still can't tell that the young man is a monk, then you are really a fool.
After a while, the hook-nosed young man grinned and stood up, rubbing his chest and patting the dust on his clothes. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes when he looked at An Qing, as did several other young men.
But if he left just like that, he would definitely be embarrassed.
The hook-nosed young man rolled his eyes, pointed at An Qing and said harshly: "Boy, I can't tell, you are really a monk, but don't be complacent, wait for me, I will find a monk to deal with you, huh !let's go!"
An Qing didn't bother to take another look and continued to line up. There were so many people like this. If he really paid attention to them all, he would be annoyed to death.
At this time, an old man in armor came over, looked at An Qing meaningfully, and continued to maintain order in the queue.
An Qing just glanced at this person indifferently, and was not interested in the meaning of his eyes at all. This person was not there just now, and now he appears again. It is obvious that he does not want to cause trouble.
