"Are you Wang Zijia?" Yue Changqing said with a smile, as if seeing him for the first time, "You are born with a good skin."
Wang Zijia, who was already on the verge of explosion, almost jumped up due to the sudden opening. Fortunately, he had practiced forbidden spiritual arts and was very resistant to pressure, so he endured it all his life.
"Thank you, Elder Yue, for the compliment!" When Wang Zijia replied, his feeling of panic became more and more intense, and his spiritual sense even felt a little tingling.
"Do you have any idea of transferring the right to open the pulse? With your current level of cultivation, the task of opening the pulse is too far away for you." At this time, Yue Changqing suddenly went straight to the topic.
Following his words, Wang Zijia felt that his temples were about to explode, as if he was under too much pressure and could no longer bear it. The whole person felt dizzy and confused.
Wang Zijia, who could not control so much, decisively escaped into the sea of consciousness. Under the golden light, Wang Zijia's condition recovered instantly.
After confirming that no new weights had been produced, Wang Zijia immediately withdrew.
The moment he came out, the feeling of panic returned, but after washing out his condition, Wang Zijia no longer felt unbearable and about to collapse.
Yue Changqing, who had been staring at Wang Zijia, raised his eyebrows slightly, seeming very surprised that Wang Zijia could still remain calm and sober at this moment.
"disciple······"
"Uncle Yue, you came to our ceremony without notifying me in advance. If my master finds out about this, he will inevitably scold me again." Wang Zijia, who was about to reply, was interrupted by a familiar voice. .
It was an ordinary voice, but it gave Wang Zijia an ultimate sense of comfort. It's like a person who is about to suffer from heat stroke in the middle of summer when a cool wind suddenly blows in his face. It makes people relax subconsciously and makes them feel slightly happy.
Xu Yuyu hurriedly walked from a distance. For a real person, it was unusual for him to walk in such a hurry.
"On a whim, just strolling around!" Yue Changqing glanced at Xu Yuyu indifferently, and then looked at Wang Zijia again. This time Wang Zijia only felt the substantial gaze, and there was no other strange feeling.
"You must have thought clearly about the old man's problem. If you really want to open the pulse and hang out in the outer sect, when you become a real person, the old man will definitely get you the right to open the pulse. What do you think?"
Wang Zijia's lips moved slightly, and just when he was about to reply, Xu Yuyu interrupted with a smile: "Uncle Yue, please stop making fun of the juniors. Is the pulse-opening power of the wine-sacrifice realm the same as the pulse-opening power of the real person realm?"
"One is the strong support of the sect, and the other is that you have to stick to everything yourself. Except for some families, in order to facilitate the care of the younger generations, how many real people are willing to do such a thankless job!"
He began to speak casually, not only to answer Yue Changqing, but also to tell Wang Zijia, obviously because he was afraid that Wang Zijia would not be clear-headed and confused in order to curry favor with the so-called elder.
"It's just some support resources. The old man will help him take care of things when the time comes." Yue Changqing said calmly and in a serious tone.
But Wang Zijia knew very well that if it was so easy, why would he come here to block the road?
But Xu Yuyu said with a serious face: "Seriously, Master, if you can guarantee that this child will really open his pulse and Master can get the pulse-suppressing magic weapon, I will thank Master for this child."
"Magic weapon to suppress pulses? Ha, this huge outer gate has thousands of channels. How many of the buildings with neutral channels are at the level of magic weapons? You have a bigger appetite than your stubborn master!" Yue Changqing is probably He laughed in anger and said this.
"Disciple didn't ask for a sixth-grade magic weapon. A fourth-grade primary magic weapon will be fine. This kid's background is not as good as that of Yue Elder and your family, so he shouldn't dislike it." Xu Yuyu smiled, revealing his deep white teeth, casual and relaxed the way
The lower three levels use first-level magic weapons, second-level magic weapons, and third-level spiritual weapons, while the middle three levels use all magic weapons. In other words, the fourth to sixth levels are all called magic weapons.
"Oh, you still have a sixth-grade magic weapon. You might as well ask me to move out the Demon Suppressing Tower and make him a pulse-opening building to suppress the pulse!" Yue Changqing laughed angrily and looked at Xu Yuyu and said sarcastically.
"It's not impossible!" Xu Yuyu nodded seriously as if he didn't hear the other meaning of the words.
The more evergreen: “·······”
"I'm not talking to you. I'm asking this little baby, why are you interrupting?" Yue Changqing, who was stiff for a moment, said with a straight face.
Hearing this, Xu Yuyu stopped talking. He turned his head and looked at Wang Zijia and said, "What do you think? I really want to remind you that the task of opening the pulse is not easy, especially the task of opening the pulse in the Liquor Realm. , after all, if you are really enlightened, the sect will have to spend a lot of energy and resources to support you, at least to prove that you are worthy."
Wang Zijia took a deep breath, saluted Yue Changqing, and said: "Thank you elder for your kindness. I thought about it for a long time and decided to give it a try. After all, my background is humble. If you don't think about yourself, you have to Leave something for your children!"
"What do uncles think?" Hearing this, Xu Yuyu turned to look at Yue Changqing.
Yue Changqing just glanced at Wang Zijia lightly and said, "Whenever you change your mind, you can come to me at any time."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
"I really don't need any face at all!" Xu Yuyu muttered in a low voice after watching the other party leave.
Wang Zijia lowered his head, as if he didn't hear anything, but his eyes were a little deep.
Weakness is the original sin. After a year of smooth sailing, he has almost forgotten that this is a world of immortality where great power belongs to oneself. The law of the jungle is the law of the jungle, not the law-abiding!
Xu Yuyu looked back at Wang Zijia, who was bowing his head in silence, and said, "Okay, you can go down now. Don't worry too much. Even if you couldn't bear it just now, the door won't recognize you if you agreed to him. I agree. It's just that when you open the pulse, there are multiple transnational factions in the pulse. For you, it may not all be a bad thing."
"Disciple understands!" Wang Zijia lowered his head and said respectfully: "Thank you very much for your protection today, uncle. Disciple will not disturb you."
Xu Yuyu watched Wang Zijia leave, then shook his head after a while and said: "Shouyuan...even if you become an elder, you will not be able to escape a handful of loess after a thousand years!"
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Wang Zijia left the ceremonial courtyard and when she returned to Taoist Fumai, she stopped by the Sutra-Tibetan Pavilion Branch to pick up a book on the wine-sacrifice exercises.
After finishing, he returned to Biyiyuan.
It's not yet noon, so it's still early.
Wang Zijia went directly into the training room, turned over his hands and took out the new exercise "Wanyu Code·Wine Sacrifice Chapter", and started to read it carefully.
For a moment, after Wang Zijia read the entire exercise book, as countless runes flew into his mind, the secret book in his hand turned into tissue paper and shattered into slag.
Daoxing: Hundred Years (84357/500,000)
Kung Fu: Wanyu Codex (Wine Sacrifice Chapter)
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