A quarter of an hour later, Qiu Wuying led people out of Song Yan's courtyard with a gloomy expression.
Although he had been extremely polite, Song Yan still refused his solicitation and was unwilling to join the Dragon Snake Society.
"Why? How dare you, a newbie, be so arrogant!"
Not long after Qiu Wuying left, people from the Sun and Moon Society came again, also to recruit Song Yan.
But Song Yan's answer to the Sun and Moon Club was still no.
First he played tricks on Gao Long of the Black Tiger Society, and then he refused the solicitations of the Sun Moon Society and the Dragon and Snake Society. Huang Liang's name spread among the outer disciples in just a few hours.
There are even rumors that the reason why this newcomer refused to join the Sun Moon and Dragon and Snake Associations was that he wanted to start his own business.
In the evening, Song Yan took Xiaohu and Xiaowu to the outer canteen.
An hour ago, he ordered Chen Yan to go to the small town at the foot of the mountain to bring the two goods into the mountain gate. Ning Ling also came with her, but Song Yan had someone send her to Ning Mo.
As for Xiao Bang and others, they knew that their young master had become an outer disciple of the Qingwei Sect, so they left the small town and returned to Kaiyuan City.
"Look, that's Huang Liang!"
As soon as Song Yan entered the cafeteria, someone started pointing at him.
"It doesn't look very good either!"
"Hehe, I heard that he is the son of the city lord of Kaiyuan City!"
"So what about the son of the city lord? He is only at the third level of Qi refining and dares to reject the Sun Moon Society and the Dragon and Snake Society. It is said that Gao Long, the vice-president of the Black Tiger Society, has said that he will not be able to survive in the Qingwei Sect. !”
"By the way, have you heard that this Huang Liang is still a prodigal son. He actually spent more than one million taels on hiring someone to be his bodyguard in the third round of assessment!"
"Nima, you really are a prodigal. How many second-grade Xuandan pills can you buy for one million taels of silver?"
Song Yan didn't take these whispers seriously and threw the identity token and two taels of silver to Xiao Wu: "You go get food."
The sect canteen provides free meals three times a day, but only one serving of food is provided. The second serving of food costs one tael of silver per serving.
Just then, a large group of people rushed into the cafeteria.
and quickly occupied the available seats.
"Hey, isn't this Junior Brother Huang? Why do you come to the cafeteria to eat in person?" Gao Long stepped over and said with a playful smile.
Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Of course I have to eat in person. Could it be that Senior Brother Gao had a dog help you eat, and you ate what the dog pulled out?"
Being ridiculed by Song Yan, Gao Long immediately knew that there was something wrong with his words. He couldn't help but blush, and there were a lot of suppressed laughter around him.
"Master, the food is here!"
At this moment, Xiao Wu came back with three meals, only to find that there were no empty seats in the entire canteen.
Seeing this, Gao Long couldn't help but feel that he had managed to win the game, and was quite proud: "It seems that Junior Brother Huang has to eat standing up!"
"Who said I have to stand and eat!" Song Yan smiled disdainfully, walked quickly to the two of them, and said with a smile: "Two senior brothers, do you want to sell the seats? One hundred taels of silver!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the cafeteria secretly thought that the rumors were indeed true. This guy was a prodigal, and he actually had to spend a hundred taels of silver to buy a seat.
You're a bastard who doesn't make money.
The two outer disciples stood up quickly, wiped the table clean diligently and said, "Junior Brother Huang, please!"
"Thank you two senior brothers for making it possible!" Song Yan smiled politely and handed each of them fifty taels of silver.
Seeing this scene, Gao Long couldn't help but his expression froze.
The night is bright with few stars.
Song Yan sat cross-legged on the bed, and the energy of the world around him continued to gather in his body.
"Boom boom boom!"
There were explosions in his body, and three acupoints exploded instantly, and his cultivation level also came naturally, reaching the fourth level of Qi refining.
Exhaling a breath of turbid air, Song Yan couldn't help but reveal a smile. With his fourth level of Qi Refining, he could walk sideways through the outer door without revealing his true cultivation.
The next morning, Song Yan went to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion.
The Buddhist Scripture Pavilion at Qingwei Gate is magnificent and has nine floors in total.
The first floor contains some ordinary books, the second floor contains one-star martial arts, the third floor contains two-star martial arts, and so on, the ninth floor contains eight-star martial arts, and in Qingwei Sect it is There are no nine-star martial arts.
Also, outer disciples are only qualified to enter the first and second levels, and they can only enter once a month, and each time cannot exceed six hours.
After checking the identity token, Song Yan entered the Sutra Pavilion majestically.
The first floor was empty, but there were more people on the second floor.
After all, there are more than 2,000 new outer sect disciples. Even if there are rich and powerful people among them who have low-level martial arts skills, most of them are ordinary people. Even one-star martial arts skills are extremely precious in their eyes.
Therefore, after getting started, most people will choose to come to the Sutra Pavilion to choose suitable martial arts to practice.
Song Yan did not go to the second floor, but stayed on the first floor.
He didn't lack martial arts, nor did he lack martial arts. He wasn't even interested in taking a look at one-star martial arts.
It was the many books on geography and the history of the world on the first floor that aroused his interest.
As a result, the news that Song Yan entered the Sutra Pavilion but failed to enter the second floor spread again, triggering waves of discussion.
Song Yan reads very quickly and can finish a book in almost two minutes.
Sixty books can be read in one hour, and 360 books can be read in six hours. However, with over 10,000 books on one floor, it will take a long time to read them all.
After returning from the Sutra Pavilion, Xiao Wu and Xiao Hu greeted him.
"Master, someone sent a challenge letter!"
Xiao Wu handed over a letter.
Song Yan took the challenge letter and looked at it casually, and chuckled: "Haha, these people really regard me as a weakling who only knows how to spend money. In this case, I will let them see how powerful I am! "
Throwing the challenge aside casually, Song Yan waved to the two of them: "You two dog slaves, come into the room with me!"
"Yes, Master!"
Entering the room, Song Yan was sitting, and the two of them stood neatly.
"What level of skills are you practicing?" Song Yan asked.
Xiaowu said: "Back to you, young master, Xiaohu and I are practicing yellow-level mid-level skills!"
"Do you want to practice Xuan-level skills?" Song Yan asked with a smile.
Their eyes lit up and they nodded eagerly.
"Okay, today I will teach you a Xuan-level technique!"
"ah!"
"Xuan-level skills!"
Both of them felt as if they had been hit in the head by a pie, and almost fainted from happiness.
Kung Fu is divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Xuanhuang, and each level is divided into low-grade, medium-grade, and high-grade.
Yellow-level skills are not difficult to obtain, and you can buy them as long as you spend money.
But Xuan-level skills, even low-grade Xuan-level skills, are hard to buy for money.
Take the "Yao Yang Gong" that Huang Shan taught Song Yan, which has been passed down from generation to generation of the Huang family and is the foundation for the Huang family to settle down and live. Even if someone offers tens of millions of taels of silver, Huang Shan will not be moved at all.
"Okay, you two little slaves, cheer up and listen!"
Under Song Yan's scolding, Xiaohu and Xiaowu quickly made a gesture of concentrating, so Song Yan slowly recited the Huang family's "Yaoyang Gong", but he kept it in mind and only recited the "Cultivation to Refining" The technique of the ninth level of Qi.
Author's digression: Four updates (to be continued)