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"Master, my uncle is biased. I really don't understand why he allowed Liang Qiufeng to enter Wujian Tower. Reading at midnight."
In the courtyard of the inner palace, Wu Gumei is sitting, and her direct disciple Leng Zhuer is standing aside. This woman is tall and beautiful. At the age of twenty-five, she has already entered the second stage of Qi Dao cultivation, which is very impressive.
Facing her disciple, Wu Gumei showed a rare smile: "Zhu'er, that's because the master wants to cultivate his disciples."
"But Liang Qiufeng's merits are not enough to enter Wujian Tower to study the sword title."
Wu Gumei narrowed her eyes, as if she had thought of something, and said slowly: "Zhu'er, time waits for no one. Many things have changed, so sometimes it is necessary to break the rules."
Although she did not agree with this move, from another perspective, she could appreciate the painstaking efforts of her senior brother.
Leng Zhuer blinked: "Master, there have been a lot of words recently, saying that Liang Qiufeng is deeply favored by Master Xiao, and that he is a genius and so on. Is it because of this reason?"
"genius?"
Wu Gumei snorted coldly: "It's too early to tell whether he is a genius. If he can understand a Xuanji sword problem within three days, he can barely be considered a genius. Zhu'er, a real genius,
Not only do you have to have excellent qualifications, but you also have to be lucky enough to survive countless hardships without being ruined and show your sharpness. Therefore, any self-proclaimed 'genius' is meaningless before it has been truly tested."
Leng Zhuer nodded repeatedly after hearing this, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, in your opinion, does Liang Qiufeng have a chance?"
"It's very slim. His cultivation level is too low and his true energy is insufficient. Even if his understanding is outstanding, the chance is not great."
After a pause, Wu Gumei said earnestly: "Let's not talk about this... Zhu'er, in next year's Huangzhou Sect Competition, you and Xiangtian will definitely have a place as representatives of the third class. When the time comes, you must strive to defend Jianfu.
Glory."
"Master, I won't let you down."
Leng Zhuer clenched his hands into fists and threw them loudly.
…
The insect plague came suddenly and was suppressed quickly, but because Jianfu was so big, the news spread quickly, causing an uproar. Jianfu responded quickly and issued announcements one after another to appease people.
Although the black locust disaster is rare, it does happen occasionally. The ordinary Jianfu disciples don't think much about it, let alone think that the Tiandu Clan is behind the scenes.
Liang Qiufeng was warned that there were some things he shouldn't say, and naturally silence was golden.
Returning to the courtyard, Yaoyao came out to welcome him: "Brother, I heard that something happened on the mountain."
Liang Qiufeng replied: "It has subsided, don't worry."
Taking out the little pocket monkey from his arms, he was surprised to find that the little guy was asleep. No wonder there was no movement along the way, but he was enjoying it very much.
With a grin, he put it back into the monkey's nest in the yard and let it sleep well.
Yaoyao asked again: "Brother, if there is an insect disaster and the spiritual rice is damaged and the production is reduced, then the price of spiritual rice will definitely fluctuate... Fortunately, a few days ago, I exchanged all the banknotes you gave me for spiritual rice."
When he said this, the corner of his mouth curved into a slight smile, with a peaceful expression.
Liang Qiufeng slapped his thigh and said: "Yes, from now on, the price of spiritual rice will definitely rise steadily. If you trade it early, you will make a profit."
With a radius of thousands of miles, including Zhongnan City, Zhongnan Mountain can be said to be the largest spiritual rice production area. Currently, the production area is suffering from insect pests and has been severely damaged. As a result, the supply of spiritual rice this year will be greatly affected, resulting in a situation where supply exceeds demand, and the price will naturally rise.
Soaring.
The silver notes that Liang Qiufeng obtained from killing the bandits had been given to Yaoyao before so that she could exchange them for spiritual rice. Fortunately, she exchanged them early.
If you wait until now to exchange, the amount of spiritual rice you can exchange for will probably be greatly reduced.
"How many pounds did you change in total?"
"It's two hundred kilograms, and there are still more than one hundred taels of silver notes left. Wow, oh, oh, if I had known, I should have replaced them all."
Liang Qiufeng smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it will be convenient to keep some scattered money with you."
In the world of martial arts, the mainstream hard currency is spiritual rice, but when traveling, you still need silver coins for food, clothing, housing and transportation.
"Yaoyao, now that we have food in stock at home, you can't save it. Eat more spiritual rice. Only in this way can you speed up your cultivation."
Liang Qiufeng warned.
Yaoyao said: "Little brother, I think I don't have the talent to learn martial arts anymore..."
"You're not allowed to say that. How can you give up so easily? Come, I'll teach you how to practice swordsmanship."
So he taught the girl how to practice the sword step by step.
An hour later, when the sword practice was over, Liang Qiufeng talked about the fact that he was allowed to enter the Wujian Tower to study the Xuanjie Sword Questions.
Yaoyao was very happy and said she wanted to buy a pine rooster to celebrate.
This Song Ling Chicken is not an ordinary chicken, but is raised by a special person. It is usually fed with Linggu skin, so the meat is rich in vitality and the food is very nourishing.
Of course, it is also expensive. The younger ones cost ten kilograms of rice each, which is not affordable for ordinary people.
Yaoyao went to prepare dinner, and Liang Qiufeng continued to practice his sword.
laugh!
Chi!
The sound of swords piercing the air could be heard from time to time in the courtyard.
It's just that the frequency and rhythm of this sound are not quite right and very irregular. Each sword seems to be executed after careful consideration.
There is no doubt that Liang Qiufeng is exploring the "Eight Swords of Yongzi" again, and he has the momentum to never give up until he learns it.
Dinner was ready, and in addition to a plate of green vegetables, there was also a large vat of steaming chicken stew on the table. The rich aroma exuded, making people feel relaxed and happy when they smell it.
The Song Ling Chicken is really different. Just smelling the fragrance will make your index fingers move.
Liang Qiufeng stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a large piece of chicken. He only blew it slightly before putting it into his mouth and chewing it - it's good to be a warrior. Even the ability of your mouth to withstand temperature is better than ordinary people. You won't be afraid of being burned when eating hot food.
When it comes to your mouth, it is an absolute must-have for eating hot pot.
"Well, not bad, delicious..."
While chewing, he praised vaguely.
After receiving the praise, Yaoyao smiled and found it quite useful. After half the salary, she suddenly remembered something: "Hey, here's the sample."
Liang Qiufeng was startled, yes, where did the little guy go? Usually when dinner is served, this little guy always smells the aroma and runs faster than anyone else. What happened today? After stewing the fragrant Song Ling Chicken, he actually
There is no trace of it.
Yaoyao felt strange and walked to the monkey nest to take a look. She saw the little monkey curled up into a ball and sleeping soundly.
"What's going on? When did the little guy get to sleep like a pig? He didn't wake up after sleeping for so long."
Yaoyao scratched her head, but didn't wake it up. She walked straight back to the house and said, "Somehow, it's still sleeping."
Liang Qiufeng frowned and suddenly remembered that today's sample had eaten a belly full of black locusts, which made his belly round.
Could it be that he is overeating?
He went to take a look worriedly, and found that there was nothing wrong with the little guy. He was just sleeping soundly and even snoring slightly.
Touching his chin, he couldn't think of a reason: "Forget it, leave it alone, eat a few more pieces of meat while it's not around."
When he returned to the dinner table, he saw that Yaoyao had already made a large bowl of meat and left it for the sample. He was speechless.