Chapter 345 I have been frail and sick since I was a child.
Taking the opportunity to slap the Huangquan Pulse Master, spitting on his face, Qin Yang finally let out a little bit of the depressed energy in his heart...
When I started to drink the soup, I felt that the rich soup had become three times more delicious.
"Master, what ingredients did you use to cook today?"
"A black cow with a trace of Kui Niu blood. It is said that this ferocious beast was fine when it was young, but when it grew up, it became violent and irritable and could not see any living creatures. This time, after breaking free from the shackles, it ran into the formation.
Damn it, these half-sized ingredients are the best, but they are not very common..." Old Ancestor Cui sipped the soup by himself, muttering and commenting.
"Well, I have seen ferocious beasts in the zoo before, and I have seen similar ones among them. They are really ferocious and untamable. It just so happens that the things in the zoo have not yet fully recovered. There is no way that there will be ferocious beasts seeking death in the next two days...
..." Qin Yang kept nodding his head, feeling the warm air flowing in his body. His practice of the Wu Xian Sutra began to climb straight up, and he was extremely satisfied.
It is said that there are many geniuses in the big sects, so it is not unreasonable for everyone to cut their heads and infiltrate into the big sects.
Take a look at the resources within other sects. Apart from resources such as skills and secrets, many of them may not be visible.
For example, the Yinquan is about to open, and another example is this animal farm.
There are over a thousand ferocious beasts raised in it as adults, and the number of cubs that pose no threat is even greater.
The daily consumption of these ferocious beasts alone can easily amount to hundreds of thousands of kilograms of spiritual wheat and jade rice. This alone is enough to destroy a smaller sect, not to mention the need for all kinds of blood food.
After this ferocious beast was boiled into soup by Patriarch Cui, all the essence of its flesh and blood was blended into the soup, turning it into a power that was easiest to absorb but extremely mild in nature. It was infinitely better than taking elixirs.
After all, I have only heard of people who took too many drugs and accumulated erysipelas, but I have never heard of people who ate meat and drank soup and had other side effects besides gaining weight.
How can an ordinary sect come up with such resources for its disciples to consume?
The benefits brought by this pot of soup are enough to be worth Qin Yang's one year of hard practice in the Wu Xian Sutra. If it is refining and consuming the power of the magic hand within the flesh and blood, it is also worth two or three months.
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However, this ferocious beast appears every now and then, so you don’t have to work hard to find or hunt it yourself...
It has only been a few months, but Qin Yang has already felt the gap. This is a big sect, with backstage treatment.
I originally wanted to go back to the stolen door to identify the door, but now that I think about it, I was too naive before...
No wonder the thieves are not allowed to have dual memberships, but they haven't seen those disciples from other sects, especially those from big sects, come back.
Qin Yang himself doesn’t want to go back...
As for the matter of recognizing the door, we will talk about it later when we have time...
Holding a bowl of soup, he squatted on the shining stone platform and sipped every bite.
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On the other side, after Lu Churen left the mountain top of Cui Laozu, he turned into a stream of light and landed on the cliff of a bare mountain.
Zhao Ronghui was leaning on the stone on the edge of the cliff, looking at the wine gourd, drinking alone while looking at the Demon Sect's station in the distance.
"Junior Brother Zhao, we haven't seen you for a long time. I came back from my trip this time and brought you some good wines from the Great Ying Dynasty. There are thirty-seven kinds in total. You can try them."
Lu Churen threw out a storage bag and it fell into Zhao Ronghui's hands.
After taking the wine, Zhao Ronghui turned his head and held his hand casually.
"Thank you, senior brother."
"You and I, brothers, don't need to be so polite. Actually, I have something to discuss with you when I come to see you this time. I will give you some good wine first. When I finish speaking, you can save some face for me and don't curse me.
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"Oh, senior brother, if you have anything to say, just say it."
"The Yinquan is about to open. There are three places this time. Originally, you should have a place due to the merits you have accumulated over the years. However, a lot of things have happened recently and many changes..."
"Doesn't it mean that I don't have a role anymore? Master is in seclusion. Senior brother, you can make your own decisions..." Zhao Ronghui looked indifferent...
"Junior Brother Zhao, I am not targeting you." Lu Uren shook his head, with a very serious expression on his face, and counted Zhao Ronghui with his fingers.
"Master has a deal with a big shot in the Great Ying Dynasty. This time, one of the quotas needs to be occupied. However, Master Cui has been wronged while working for the sect. It just so happens that he has accepted a new disciple to replenish Cui Laozu with a quota. It is most suitable.
but."
"This is what it should be. What about another one?" Zhao Ronghui did not object. He was focused on the last one.
"Although the leader of Huangquan Pulse has done something wrong before, his master has personally warned him and issued an ultimatum. No matter how to deal with it, it is up to his master to deal with it. The punishment will be punished, but he went to fight on behalf of the sect and almost died.
It’s been a critical moment recently, and we must first settle down inside before going outside. It just so happens that one of the disciples of the Lord of the Underworld is quite talented and is in the stage of accumulating spiritual platforms. This quota can be considered to appease the Lord of the Underworld..."
"Haha..." Zhao Ronghui looked disdainful and turned around to continue drinking: "It's just a quota for Yinquan. I don't care about it. I don't care about it. Even if I don't want it, I don't want to give it to the Huangquan Pulse Master."
"Junior Brother Zhao, don't act out of your own impulses. The overall situation is more important."
"Hey... since senior brother has already made a decision, why do you still come to inform me?" Zhao Ronghui covered the wine gourd and turned into a divine light and flew away.
Lu Uren looked at Zhao Ronghui's flying figure and left silently.
On the same day, exact news came out within the sect. The three places to enter Yinquan this time have been determined.
And here, when Qin Yang was about to finish the soup, he saw a thin disciple quietly coming over from the path.
"Master Qin, I have new news to report."
"Talk about it."
"The Yin Spring is about to open, and three places have been decided. Master Qin will definitely occupy one, and the other one was decided by the sect leader himself. The last place was originally supposed to be for the second true disciple Zhao Ronghui, but it was taken by the Huangquan Pulse Master.
A disciple supported me..."
"Huh?" Qin Yang was slightly startled and thought about it for a moment...
After staying here for a few months, I have almost understood a lot of the situation in the Huangquan Demon Sect. To be honest, Lu Uren is better than Zhao Ronghui in all aspects of life and work. Zhao Ronghui has strength, but his temper, but
A bit straight.
In the same words, for the same thing, Zhao Ronghui would turn his face livid, but Lu Churen would not.
Therefore, when the Huangquan Sect Master was in retreat, many things were actually handled by Lu Uren, and he could be regarded as half of the acting Sect Master.
As for the number of Yinquan places, one of them was decided by the sect master himself, which means that the other two were actually decided by Lu Uren...
One for Patriarch Cui and one for the Huangquan Vein Master.
This move not only divided the conflict, but also brought benefits. Patriarch Cui would definitely not say anything on the face of it. However, the Huangquan Pulse Master was punished, but in the end he also benefited. I am afraid that he himself would also feel that he was betrayed by Qin.
After Yang sprayed all over his face, it was quite worth it...
Similarly, Lu Uren also suppressed the second true successor Zhao Ronghui...
Zhao Ronghui is at the peak of Shenmen and is in the stage of accumulating foundation. As long as he has the opportunity, he is very likely to break through to the next big realm.
The quota opened by Yinquan this time is particularly crucial for him.
This Yin Spring is said to have been left by the founder of the Huangquan Demon Sect. There is even a legend that the Yin Spring itself is the Yin Spring that the founder of the Huangquan Demon Sect created in his body. After his death, it turned into the Yin Spring of the Huangquan Demon Sect.
One of the foundations.
And what Zhao Ronghui practices is the Secret Code of Huangquan. For him, this Yinquan is much better than other heavenly materials and earthly treasures. As long as he enters the Yinquan, maybe there will be a new Daoist in the Huangquan Demon Sect.
The strong man in the palace.
But if he loses this quota and uses ordinary resources to supplement and accumulate knowledge, he may not be able to advance on his own in another sixty years.
In the matter of cultivation, the strong will always get stronger, one step is slower than others, and each step is slower than others.
If we delay another sixty years, the chance of Zhao Ronghui, the second true successor, to inherit the position of leader will naturally become smaller and smaller...
In addition, if something like this happened, not only Zhao Ronghui would think that some idiot disciple of the Huangquan Pulse Master had taken his place.
Everyone would think so.
The gap between Zhao Ronghui and Huangquan Vein Master will become wider and wider.
Similarly, if you want to inherit the position of sect leader, it is also necessary to be recognized by other lineage leaders.
The situation within the Huangquan Demon Sect is different from that of the Buddha Sect.
The three branches of the Buddha Demon Sect stand side by side and merge into one sect. They are just good at different things and the status gap is not too obvious.
As for the Huangquan Demon Sect, the sect was established in the name of Huangquan. The Huangquan lineage is basically the only one, and the other two lines basically have no sense of existence.
If there is a big gap between him and the Huangquan lineage master, or even the Huangquan lineage, there is basically no hope of succeeding as the sect leader.
But this time, the allocation of quotas is well-founded and fair. Even Zhao Ronghui himself can't find any thorns...
Even if he is dissatisfied, it is just dissatisfaction.
On the other hand, both the Huangquan Pulse Master and Cui Patriarch should have a very good impression of Lu Uren.
It was so easy to kill several birds with one stone. Qin Yang smacked his lips and was secretly shocked.
He just came here, and this Lu Churen was actually able to take advantage of the situation and play such a trick. This guy looks easy to talk to, but he is actually a powerful character.
With such a powerful senior brother on top, Xiao Zhao, the second true successor, is probably out of luck.
"Do you know who the other two places were given to?" Qin Yang asked again after coming back to his senses.
"One is not sure, it seems that he is not a disciple of the Demon Sect. The other is a close disciple of the Huangquan Channel Master. It is said that he has high hopes from the Huangquan Channel Master. He has only entered the spiritual stage for a few years and has just laid a solid foundation. He is brave and diligent.
time, that’s why I was granted this quota by the Huangquan Vein Master.”
"Okay, if you have any news, just come and report to me." Qin Yang looked at the two mouthfuls of soup left in the bowl and handed the bowl to the disciple: "There are still two mouthfuls left, don't you dislike it?"
"How can it be possible to dislike what Master Qin said? How many disciples in the Demon Sect dream most of all, is the thick soup cooked by Grand Ancestor Cui himself. One taste of it will be worth dying for!"
The disciple who has lost weight, his eyes are shining, his head is shaking like a rattle, he is holding the bowl carefully, for fear of spilling a drop.
For Qin Yang, he can drink a lot of this soup at one time, because he practices too many methods, all of which are large consumers. In addition, there is a bottomless pit, so he can eat as much as he wants without fear of being burst.
Worry about waste.
But if it were the disciple in front of him who was also a disciple of Shenhai, he would have to take the remaining two sips of soup in at least four or five times. If he dared to drink it all in one gulp, he would be wasting most of it if he didn't explode from the power contained in it.
Magical effect.
This kind of uplifting power will not only not cause the foundation to be unstable, but will solidify the foundation, which is much stronger than those magical medicines.
The disciple who came to report the news left happily. On the way here, he met two more people who were rushing over.
When the visitor saw this disciple who had lost weight, his smile suddenly disappeared and there was a trace of envy on his face.
"Senior Brother Zhang, what good things did Master Qin give you again?"
"It's just two mouthfuls of the leftover soup..." Ba Ba smiled blindly and looked at the two junior brothers: "Okay, don't be envious, everyone has a share."
"Senior Brother Zhang is so awesome!"
"It's Master Qin's grandeur!" Baji shook his head after losing weight and sighed: "You say we are the same people, why is the gap so big? Look at the disciples of the Huangquan lineage. They are frightened all day long for fear of offending the lineage master. They don't see them on weekdays.
There are only rewards and punishments. Master Qin is just like Lu Zhenzhuan. He is a good person, has a good temper, and is generous with his actions..."
"Be careful!"
"Forget it, stop talking, let's go back quickly. If there is any trouble in the future, we disciples are weak, so what we can do is to ventilate Master Qin in time..."
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In a flash, the day came when the Yin Spring was opened. Qin Yang came to a deep pool on the side of the station alone.
When we arrived, there were already many people here, and the opening of Yinquan was considered a small event in the Huangquan Demon Sect.
Every time the Yin Spring is opened, those who get the quota will make great progress in cultivation. Other disciples are not prohibited from watching, but it is also to stimulate the disciples in the sect and let them serve the sect with their heart. Everyone may have a chance.
Not long after Qin Yang arrived, Lu Uren came with a young man who looked to be in his twenties.
This man was a stranger and I didn't recognize him. He looked ordinary. He was dressed in black and had a calm temperament. After he arrived, he stood beside Lu Uren without saying a word.
After a while, the Huangquan Pulse Master also came with a young man.
After all three people arrived, no one else approached the deep pool. Only the three people who had obtained quotas approached.
The young man in black shirt looked at Qin Yang, seemed a little curious, and held his hand to Qin Yang.
"I'm my guest, your Excellency is Uncle Qin from Qinyang."
"You're welcome. You're not a disciple of the Demon Sect. You're not a disciple of the Demon Sect. We're just friends. It's true that I am Qin Yang." Upon hearing this, Qin Yang couldn't help but be pleased with the new nephew in front of him.
"Uncle Qin, you're too polite. I have some connections with the Demon Sect. Naturally, this generation cannot be messed up." Le Qiyi said politely and his posture was very low. He put himself in the position of a junior and bowed slightly when he spoke.
, half a step behind.
Another disciple, who looked quite young, raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly when he heard the conversation between the two.
"Wu Xiaoming, this is Brother Le..."
As Wu Xiaoming spoke, he cupped his hands and came forward.
Qin Yang became happy as soon as he heard this. This little brat forced himself to raise his seniority, but he was not even a son's seniority...
Those who are grandchildren should be treated as grandchildren honestly. Why are you so scary?
Wu Xiaoming ignored Qin Yang at all and deliberately pushed Qin Yang to go to greet Le Qi...
But the moment he and Qin Yang came into contact...
Seeing that Qin Yang was hit hard, his whole body suddenly turned into an afterimage and flew backwards, directly hitting the stone wall dozens of feet away...
"boom……"
There was a muffled sound, and a large pit several feet wide suddenly appeared on the stone wall, and Qin Yang fell into the rubble...
Qin Yang had shock on his face and eyes full of disbelief. He stretched out his finger and pointed at Wu Xiaoming tremblingly...
"You...you...how dare..."
Before he finished his sentence, Qin Yang spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale...
For a moment, everyone was stunned and turned to look at Wu Xiaoming.
Wu Xiaoming, on the other hand, still held his fists and raised his hands with a blank look on his face. He glanced at Qin Yang and then at his own hands.