Let's talk about the fat Taoist Xuan Yi. After bidding farewell to Jiang Qian, he returned to his cave.
Sitting cross-legged in the cave, holding a book in his hand, his mind was full of thoughts.
"Although this book is not as convenient as the jade slips, the pages of the book exude the fragrance of bamboo, and the text emits the fragrance of ink. When the two fragrances are mixed together, it does have a different flavor!"
"Besides, reading also requires a sense of ritual. The feeling of flipping through books is completely different from looking at jade slips."
"No wonder dad always holds a volume of books to read. The jade slips are indeed a bit less interesting!"
"The advantage of jade slips is that they are convenient. The knowledge contained in them can be imprinted in the mind instantly and clearly."
"But after one glance, there is endless emptiness, without any sense of expectation."
"Books are different. You can gain new insights every time you read them."
Xuan Yi turned over the pages of the book, enjoying the tranquility and leisure while reading.
On the cover of the book, there are the words "Volume 1 of the Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragon: Green Shirt Leiluo Dangerous Peak Journey", which is obviously a book that was sent from Jiang Qian.
As time passed, Xuan Yi gradually immersed himself in it and became more and more fascinated.
He didn't notice that there were strange fluctuations in the void of the cave.
Click!
Immediately, he saw a distortion in the void, and a figure quietly stepped out of the void.
The jet-black robe, slender body, and cold evil aura all give people the impression of retreating thousands of miles away.
Xuan Yi sensed a strange aura and quickly looked up.
Seeing that figure, a flash of surprise flashed in Xuan Yi's eyes. He quickly put down the manual in his hand, stepped forward to greet him, and asked:
"Dad, why are you here?"
The person who came was none other than Xuan Yi's father, Yang Wudi, the Taoist commander of Taixuan Taoist Palace.
"Xiao Yi, with your perfect cultivation of Yinshen, it is not a big problem to get into the top ten of the inner sect competition."
"But the scale of this inner sect competition is unprecedented, and all disciples of the Dao Palace will participate."
"Those disciples who are in the third level, whether it is the mastery of magic power, the understanding of Taoism, or the combat experience, far exceed the limit of the seventh level Yin Shen realm."
"There are also those beings who have spent decades in the seventh-grade Yin Shen realm, and their combat capabilities cannot be underestimated."
"Even if they suppress their realm to the seventh-grade Yin Shen realm, their combat power will far exceed that of your inner disciples!"
"With your current strength, it is almost impossible to enter the top ten."
The look on Yang Wudi's face looked a little ugly, and he said in a cold tone.
"Isn't it true that only the inner disciples can participate in the top ten of the finals? Is there some mystery in this that involves the great opportunity that dad mentioned?"
Xuan Yi's expression condensed and he asked in a deep voice.
"In a world of great strife, only those with great perseverance, great understanding, and great opportunities can stand out and have a glimmer of hope to become immortals and live long enough to watch the changes in the world."
"In this inner sect competition, every time you win, the winner will get a ray of luck from the loser. The leader of the competition will receive a massive amount of luck blessings and create the seed of an immortal god."
"Only by entering the top ten in both the main competition and the finals can we receive a lot of luck blessings. Breaking through the third-level ghost fairyland is just around the corner, and it is even possible to reach the first-level and third-level disaster realm."
"Next, your father will give you special training to ensure that you can steadily enter the top ten."
Yang Wudi's words conveyed a strong sense of self-confidence and courage. This was the momentum and courage that Yang Wudi had gained through fighting in the Eastern Wilderness for more than a hundred years.
After the words fell, Yang Wudi reached out and grabbed Xuan Yi, tore the void directly, flew away, and disappeared. Before leaving, he took the books on the case.
Taixuan Mountains, Tianjian Valley, Taixuan Taoist Soldiers Station.
Yang Wudi threw Xuan Yi to the deputy commander Yang Yanyu, and asked Yang Yanyu to train Xuan Yi carefully to increase his actual combat experience.
As a result, Xuan Yi fell into dire straits, like a living target, and was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. After healing his wounds with a medicinal bath, he continued to be beaten, over and over again, it was too horrible to watch.
And Yang Wudi was sitting in the big tent, holding a book in his hand and flipping through it leisurely.
"Duan Yu, this nerd, is really interesting. He doesn't know martial arts and dares to meddle in other people's business. He is simply seeking death."
"There is also a little girl like Zhong Ling who dared to run around with the help of the strange beast Lightning Marten. In the end, she was caught by the Shennong Gang."
Yang Wudi watched and commented, gradually becoming fascinated.
"It's gone so quickly, what's next?"
I was enjoying watching it, but found that there was no more behind me, and I immediately became furious.
I saw his palm reaching into the void and grabbing Xuan Yi, who was undergoing special training, into the big tent.
"Dad, eldest brother bullied me, you have to avenge me!"
Seeing Yang Wudi's figure, Xuan Yi seemed to have seen a savior and quickly stepped forward to complain in tears.
"Where's the back?"
Yang Wudi ignored Xuan Yi's cry, raised the book in his hand and asked.
Xuan Yi was slightly startled. Isn't this the book he got from Jiang Gan? How could it fall into his father's hands?
It turns out that plundering sheep is also hereditary, Xuan Yi thought to himself.
Seeing Xuan Yi's stunned look, Yang Wudi snorted coldly and couldn't help but knock him on the head.
"pain!"
Xuan Yi hugged his head and let out a cry. He reacted instantly and said quickly: "I don't have the back. I got this book from Junior Brother Jiang Qian."
Yang Wudi was stunned when he heard this. This boy is quite like his father!
Immediately afterwards, he threw Xuan Yi back and ordered:
"Yanyu, Xiao Yi's training is not enough. Increase your intensity! As long as you don't train to death, train me to death."
"As you command, father!"
Yang Yanyu bowed in the direction of the tent and looked at Xuan Yi with eyes full of teasing.
"Brother, no, I am your dear seventh brother!"
Xuan Yi's expression changed and he begged Yang Yanyu.
"Isn't that what you said when you complained to your father just now?"
Yang Yanyu said with a cruel smile.
Then, he began to add fuel to Xuan Yi's special training, giving him as much warmth as a storm at the limit of Xuan Yi's endurance.
Speaking of Yang Wudi, thinking about the content behind Tianlong, I suddenly felt a little itchy.
With a thought, he directly used the skill of transmitting sound into the secret, and a voice crossed the void and rang in Jiang Qian's ears.
"Boy, this Tianlong is well written. Hurry up and write out the rest of the story. Otherwise, I will put you in solitary confinement until you finish writing the story!"
Jiang Gan was startled by the sudden sound in his ears.
After recognizing the owner of the voice, the bitterness at the corner of Jiang Gan's mouth became even stronger.
This is the commander of the Taixuan Taoist soldiers, the grand master of the second-level Tongxuan realm of martial arts, and Yang Wudi, who has a record of killing first-level people beyond the ranks. He cannot afford to offend a big shot!
Being reminded online by such figures, Jiang Qian suddenly felt like Alexander.
In the previous life, readers urged for updates by posting a few comments in the book review area. To get more serious, they would send a razor blade to urge for updates!
Now, it is directly threatened with confinement, which is really terrible!
Jiang Gan couldn't help but secretly rejoice. Fortunately, he didn't choose the divine eagle. Otherwise, readers would riot and he would be in trouble!
In this mysterious world, being a copywriter is risky, it’s really difficult for him!