Under Lu Bei's insistence, Jiang Biehe nodded reluctantly and agreed. He declined twice, but was moved by Lu Bei's sincerity and could not refuse the third time.
Jiang Li wanted to refuse for the third time, or even the fifth and tenth time, but since he was not the one paying, Lu Bei ignored him.
Jiang Li left angrily.
Lu Bei used his reputation to make money and finalized the process with Jiang Biehe.
The royal family will make an official announcement soon.
Prince Yan gained some insights from his practice, and his realm reached the level of heaven. He was helped by Tian Mingzi, the grandmaster of the sword art of the Wuliang Sword Sect. The two discussed the Dao at Tianzi Mountain. Prince Yan had a great enlightenment, let go of his obsession, and got the true meaning of practice. He has now ascended to the fairyland.
As for the rumor that a pretty boy defeated Prince Yan with a single sword, it was too outrageous and obviously false. The official called on everyone not to spread rumors and damage Prince Yan's reputation.
This time, the royal family was incredibly efficient. While Lu Bei was still discussing the life and death of the eldest daughter of the Chang family with Chang Wenyuan, Jiang Biehe came back and presented him with two Qiankun rings. Lu Bei regretted it because he was a step too late.
Both parties benefited and it was another pleasant cooperation.
Afterwards, Jiang Biehe did not leave. Regarding the reconstruction of Wuliang Sword Sect, he patted his chest and said that the process was convenient and efficient. As long as the reconstruction site of Wuliang Sword Sect was not Tianzi Mountain or the capital, Lu Bei would choose any fairy mountain or famous place in Zhaoqin.
What, someone's here
He must be a traitor. If he doesn't leave, the whole mountain will capture him.
The leader of Wuliang Sword Sect is "Tian Mingzi". The chief disciple of the rebuilt generation is Chang Qingyu, and the remaining disciples are admitted on a merit basis. Jiang Biehe and Chang Wenyuan serve as honorary elders and will step down after Wuliang Sword Sect becomes stronger.
With the golden signboard of 'Tian Mingzi' who sent Prince Yan away, there is no worry about not being able to recruit talented sword cultivators. Just be careful to guard the threshold and don't let it be broken.
With the addition of the titular elder Liu Shen, there is no need to worry about not achieving great things!
Lu Bei had done all he could, and thought that he had given an explanation to Tian Mingzi. No longer entangled in cause and effect, he took the two beauties and palace masters with him and left Zhao Qin overnight.
Then it got blocked.
Chang Qingyu was unhappy, and still looked as if his master had died.
That's right, she became a disciple of 'Tian Mingzi', and the latter was indeed killed.
Lu Bei looked up at the sky and raised his eyebrows, "Senior Sister Shao, it's not even midnight yet, what's going on, have you figured it out?"
The nightmare returned to the holy land of the human race. Chang Qingyu was furious when he heard this name: "Junior Sister Shao is far away in Wenliang. My last name is not Chang. Bah, my last name is not Shao. As a master, how can you act crazy and stupid!"
"What?"
"Acting crazy and stupid."
"No, what did you call me last time?" Lu Bei leaned forward and scratched his ears.
Looking at the pretty boy so close, Chang Qingyu's face darkened, he opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and opened his throat to speak...
"I woooo..."
Lu Bei made a lightning-fast move, shoving a goose leg into Chang Qingyu's throat, choking him and causing him to roll his eyes.
He raised his hand and touched the collar of Chang Qingyu's coat, wiping off the oil stains on his hands: "This was originally a farce, but the wise disciple insisted on pestering me, so what's the harm in making the best of it? It's my bad luck, and I will accept you as my disciple."
Chang Qingyu pulled the goose leg out of his mouth, regretting that he was not strong enough to retaliate in the same way.
"Come on, put it here."
Lu Bei pointed to his mouth and said, "You've eaten, but I don't mind. Come on!"
Chang Qingyu couldn't hold it anymore, and he destroyed the goose leg at the speed of light, smashing the bone to the ground.
"Yes, you have finally figured out how to get along peacefully with your teacher." Lu Bei was greatly relieved and commented that the boy is teachable.
"Everything is going well?!"
"Yes, if you bear the grievances, then nothing will happen!"
Lu Bei answered as a matter of course. Seeing that Chang Qingyu was trembling all over, he was afraid that it would be unfilial to splatter his master's blood, so he raised his hand, put his hand on his shoulder, and forcibly dragged him to the grove nearby.
Two lines were plowed on the ground, which was Chang Qingyu's last stubbornness.
"You, what are you doing? You are the master!"
"What are you thinking about all day long? You are from a famous family, but your thoughts are too dirty. Come here and squat for your master."
"Squat down... for what?"
"If I tell you to squat, then you should squat. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Besides, I am about to be led astray by you!"
There was a rustling sound in the grass, and Yan Xiaoshuang looked up at the sky in silence. The painting style of this master and disciple was very different from that of ordinary people. Sooner or later, one of the master and the disciple would go crazy.
Han Miaojun was happy to see people suffer misfortune at Lu Bei's hands. She felt that the possibility of someone dying sooner or later was greater, either one less or one more.
In the bushes, Lu Bei and the nervous Chang Qingyu squatted side by side, sighing, "When we were in the Holy Land, your master asked you to go to the grove, but you didn't go. It's fate that we really met in the grove."
Chang Qingyu didn't say anything. She went, twice.
Because Jiang He refused to leave the pillow, he asked Shao Han for help and rushed over as soon as Lu Bei showed up.
Thinking about it now, she couldn't help but feel a little scared. There was no one around in the grove. If Lu Bei went there, what would be the difference between that and her fighting against Prince Yan, the number one in Zhao Qin.
"I didn't take it seriously when I asked you to be my disciple before, and I don't plan to continue our relationship as a master and disciple in the future. But since you take it seriously, I'll be serious about it for once."
Lu Bei looked at Chang Qingyu seriously and said, "Sit cross-legged and let me feel your bones first."
Are you that serious
Chang Qingyu hugged his arms and shoulders. His master had died tragically many times, and had died and resurrected again and again, without being able to rest in peace. It was heartbreaking.
"Forget it. After all, I touched you last time and your shallow qualifications are still fresh in my memory."
Lu Bei put his fingers together to form a sword, and quickly tapped Chang Qingyu's brow. A strange force penetrated into him, and he transmitted his voice in resonance: "With your aptitude, you can only barely reach the edge of the Mahayana stage in your entire life, and you may not even be able to pass the dangerous test of the Tribulation Stage. Your master will teach you a "Xiantian Breathing Method". This magical power can return to the past and directly reach the body of an immortal."
Chang Qingyu's mind was shaken, and the obscure words resonated in her sea of consciousness, driving the magic power in her body to circulate on its own. With every breath, a pure spirit entered her body and the turbid air dissipated.
"Remember, this method has serious consequences and must not be passed on to others. Otherwise... Haha, you don't want to do that, right?"
After a short period of practice, Chang Qingyu opened his eyes with a complex expression and called out "Master" in a dry voice.
Although I am very reluctant, I am somewhat willing to do so.
"Speak louder, you want to cultivate immortality by speaking so quietly!"
"… "
Chang Qingyu covered his mouth, learned from his mistakes, and silently took three steps back.
"Yes, you have grown up, and I am very pleased with you."
Lu Bei put away the goose legs, waved his hand to get the useless disciple, patted his head and gave him a greasy look, and warned him: "You can only know a person's face but not his heart. You are too reckless. You must take this as a warning in the future. If you learn from a teacher who doesn't recognize your relatives, no one will trust you."
There were too many complaints, and Chang Qingyu's initial show of respect for his teacher immediately disappeared.
"Master, are you leaving?"
"Well, I have already arranged your funeral affairs. From now on, you will be the eldest senior sister of the Wuliang Sword Sect. Work hard and reach the Mahayana stage next year. Then I will pass the position of the sect leader to you." Lu Bei encouraged.
Chang Qingyu ignored the nonsense and asked carefully: "Master, where are you going? Are you really going to challenge the heroes of the world?"
"How is that possible? I am going to Wenliang to find the real Senior Sister Shao."
Lu Bei looked longing and said expectantly, "If nothing unexpected happens, you should call her Master's Wife the next time you meet."
Chang Qingyu put on a filial face. After burying his master, he added a handful of soil to the grave of his master's wife.
"Why are you asking this? Do you want to travel around the world with me?"
Lu Bei looked her up and down and commented, "It's not impossible. I really need a girl to serve tea and water. Although you are clumsy, you are pretty. It won't hurt me much if you take me out."
It’s true that Chang Qingyu did have this idea, to travel around the world with a sword and see the prosperity of the world.
After listening to Lu Bei's advice, she immediately calmed down. With danger lurking everywhere and her life in danger, she decided to let her good sister Shao Han suffer.
Thinking of this, she kindly told Lu Bei the mountain gate where Shao Han was, so that Lu Bei would not go to the wrong gate, let alone make a mistake and put himself in a difficult position.
Lu Bei: (a`′a)
This disciple must have been captured by bandits for a period of time while traveling around the world.
Just in case there is a next time, Lu Bei opened his mouth and spit out a Qiankun Ring, picked and chose, and threw down a sword for the Tribulation Period.
"Practice well, and see you next time. I will test your sword skills with my own hands. If you fail to satisfy me, this grove will not end like this today."
After saying this, he floated away.
Chang Qingyu kicked the stones at his feet, continuing to grieve for the death of his master. He watched his two mistresses leave, and suddenly he realized something.
There are people in the world who are more unfortunate than her, but they can still live tenaciously. What else does she have to complain about
Thinking of this, my mood immediately improved.
Starting from tomorrow, no, starting from tonight, I will practice hard and strive to set up hundreds of tables for Master next year.
…
The void broke open.
Yan Xiaoshuang led the way and was extremely skilled in smuggling across the border.
Han Miaojun followed Lu Bei, her face cold and noble: "Sect Master Lu, can you tell me what kind of skills your disciple has obtained?"
"You want to learn?"
"That's exactly what I meant."
"Can."
Lu Bei raised his eyebrows, thinking that the Palace Master sister understood him too well, and said calmly: "Let me be frank, there is nothing to learn. It is just the magical power recorded in the jade slips in Prince Yan's secret room."
The two palace masters were stunned when they heard this, especially Han Miaojun, who just wanted to have some fun but didn't expect to get an opportunity. She said coldly, "I do have this intention. I wonder if Sect Master Lu can teach me?"
"Now that Palace Master Han has spoken, I will naturally teach you everything I know, but..."
"Master Lu, please feel free to speak."
"The technique involves inheritance. If the Palace Master wants to learn it, he must first become a disciple."
"I wonder if I can become your disciple tonight?"
“Hehehe—”
"… "
Yan Xiaoshuang, who was leading the way in front, had a frown on her face and silently quickened her pace. She tried hard to blend into the atmosphere and take advantage of the opportunity by following Han Miaojun.
But the couple were so disgusting that I couldn't fit in.
—
On the other side, Yinglong arrived at Wenliang State.
Xuanwu Jiang Suxin left without saying goodbye, and he was missing an important helper who had to be replaced as soon as possible.
The seven tomb keepers who originally obeyed Xuanwu, including Dou Muxie, Niu Jinniu, and Nv Tufu, need to be reshuffled. He will not do it himself and will hand it over to the next Xuanwu.
"Northern Xuanwu..."
"His words..."
“It’s possible!”
"Wen Liang seems to have two good candidates, maybe we can give it a try."