There were disciples in the sect who disappeared completely after being taken to the Law Enforcement Hall. According to the old disciples in the sect, they concluded that those disappeared disciples were killed by the Law Enforcement Hall.
He was afraid that something like this would happen to Zheng Shiyi.
Ever since Zheng Shiyi was taken to another place, he hadn't had a good night's sleep.
Unexpectedly, the brother he had been worried about appeared in front of him unscathed.
Zheng Shiyi rolled his eyes and said, "Do you welcome me when I come back?"
"Welcome, of course you are welcome!" Wu Dong smiled honestly, walked around Zheng Shiyi, and patted Zheng Shiyi's back and shoulders.
The level of seriousness is even more serious than checking the patient's injuries.
After confirming that Zheng Shiyi was not injured, his anxious heart finally calmed down.
His eyes were wandering around Zheng Shiyi, he pointed at Su Jingdan's room and said with a sly smile: "Brother, if you don't know how to go and see someone, I guess that someone is in a hurry right now and is like an ant on a hot pot."
"You guy." Xiang Wu Dong smiled twice, and Zheng Shiyi walked quickly to Su Jingdan's door.
Before Zheng Shiyi entered the door, he probably heard footsteps. Su Jingdan opened the door, and an anxious expression appeared in front of Zheng Shiyi: "Is something going on?"
Zheng Shiyi nodded and chuckled: "Yes, there is a situation."
"Zheng Shiyi?" The familiar voice and familiar face convinced Su Jingdan that the person standing at the door was none other than Zheng Shiyi, whom she worried about day and night.
She quickly lowered her head and covered her face with her hands, as if trying to wipe away the stains on her face, then quickly turned around and ran towards the room.
Zheng Shiyi was confused, looked at Wu Dong doubtfully, and asked, "What's wrong with her?"
Wu Dong patted Zheng Shiyi on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Of course she is afraid that you will see her embarrassment."
Wu Dong pointed at Su Jingdan who ran in and said: "Brother, you were arrested and taken to the law enforcement hall. Su Jingdan ran around for you and mobilized all available resources."
"You have to thank them properly."
After Su Jingdan finished arranging her face, she came over with a little blush on her face, glanced at Wu Dong and said to Zheng Shiyi: "Brother Zheng, don't listen to his nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense." Wu Dong stood behind Zheng Shiyi, stretched out his head and looked at Su Jingdan mischievously.
Su Jingdan's face turned redder than a ripe apple. She pointed at Wu Dong and said, "You are just talking nonsense."
Her angry expression made her want to eat Wu Dong.
Wu Dong quickly walked around to the other side of Zheng Shiyi and whispered: "Brother, I, Wu Dong, will never lie."
He patted Zheng Shiyi on the shoulder again and suggested: "Since you are back, let's have a good drink tonight!"
Zheng Shiyi nodded heavily and said: "Definitely!"
That night, Zheng Shiyi and Wu Dong were very drunk.
When I woke up from the wine, it was already noon the next day.
Looking at Wu Dong who was still sleeping, Zheng Shiyi opened the door and walked towards the Martial Arts Pavilion.
Mr. Huo asked him to try to carve the tenth circle of spiritual wheels on the roulette wheel and attack the nine foundation-building wheels.
He lacks the foundation-building skills needed to attack the Nine Foundation-Building Wheels, so he has to go to the Martial Arts Pavilion to find such skills.
The first floor of the Martial Arts Pavilion is only open to outer sect disciples. Outer sect disciples can choose exercises inside without any time limit.
But the second floor and the third floor are different.
Outer disciples only have the opportunity to go inside and choose exercises once a month, which lasts for half an hour. If the disciple does not come out when the time is up, he will be deprived of the qualification to choose exercises inside.
Due to this, no disciple dares to disobey this rule.
The lazy old man guarding the pavilion, Mr. Ding, still half-closed his eyes, leaning on the door frame and ignoring the disciples who entered the pavilion.
Zheng Shiyi glanced at Mr. Ding and quickly stepped through the door.
Mr. Ding seemed to be having a sweet dream, and the corners of his mouth kept moving.
Although he squinted his eyes, Zheng Shiyi's every move was caught in his eyes, especially the shadowless knife behind his back, which attracted his attention.
"He is carrying a big sword four feet long and one and a half feet wide. If he goes to the Martial Arts Pavilion, you must extend his time on the second and third floors!"
What Mr. Huo said to him appeared in front of his eyes.
"Zheng Shiyi?" Mr. Ding frowned and opened his eyes.
The weapons carried by the disciples who entered the Martial Arts Pavilion were all ordinary weapons. No one had ever carried such a sword. Old Ding naturally concluded that the person who entered must be Zheng Shiyi.
"This back figure looks familiar. I seem to have seen this back figure before. Could it be that Zheng Shiyi has been to the Martial Arts Pavilion before?" Mr. Ding looked at Zheng Shiyi's leaving back in confusion.
Zheng Shiyi searched the first floor and found no foundation-building techniques, so he stepped onto the second floor.
There are several rows of hourglasses placed at the door of the second floor. Every time a disciple steps into the threshold, the corresponding hourglass will stand upside down to calculate the time they stay inside.
After the sand in the hourglass has finished dripping, if the disciple who entered has not come out, then the disciple who entered will be in trouble.
The books on the bookshelves on the second floor are much neater than those on the bookshelves on the first floor.
There are far fewer people inside than on the first floor.
Zheng Shiyi was walking in front of the bookshelf, picking out the exercises one by one.
Good foundation-building techniques are more conducive to impacting the nine rounds of foundation-building.
Zheng Shiyi had read several foundation-building techniques, but they were not suitable for his own practice. To be precise... they are fine for normal practice, but if they are used to attack the nine rounds of foundation building, they are still a little weak!
After searching around, Zheng Shiyi couldn't find a foundation-building technique suitable for him to practice.
The people next to him who came earlier than him left happily after finding a technique they liked.
The people who came later than him looked at the exercises on every bookshelf with bright eyes.
They only have the opportunity to enter here to choose exercises once a month, so they have to choose carefully.
Whenever someone picks a good exercise, someone will scream out in surprise, causing others to run up to him to see the exercise he picked.
No matter how picky the disciples are when they see the sand in the hourglass, they will stop looking for other exercises when they see the sand in the hourglass. They will choose one of the exercises that they have seen before and think it is good, and take it away with them.
Zheng Shiyi picked up one, put it down, and then picked up another one.
This behavior quickly attracted the attention of a fat warrior with a big head and big ears.
Zheng Shiyi also felt that someone was observing him, and shook his head with a weak smile. It seemed that he had really become famous in the outer sect, and he could attract people's attention wherever he went.
"Brother Hu Wenhu... what are you looking at? Why don't you find the secrets you need quickly?"
The fat-headed and big-eared Hu Wenhu heard the question from the person behind him. His slender eyes looked at Zheng Shiyi with suspicion and whispered: "Muke? I think this person is very strange. The outer disciples can only come here once a month." Once, I naturally cherish the opportunity to come and often choose what I need before coming... "
The ordinary warrior-looking Muke who followed Hu Wenhu nodded repeatedly. As an outer disciple, everyone knew that he had to be fully prepared when coming.
"This guy's hourglass is almost empty. He is still looking around and flipping through pages. He is obviously unprepared! Is there such a fool in the outer gate?" Hu Wenhu's lips showed a hint of evil when he spoke. laugh.
"What does Brother Hu mean...?" Muke also had a bad smile on his face: "This kind of newcomer is somewhat oily! Brother Hu, do you want to do something with this newcomer?"
Zheng Shiyi didn't care too much about Hu Wenhu's unkind eyes. If such a person really wanted to cause trouble, then he was really looking for death! I dare to kill even the elders of Sanguantang!
The hourglass dropped the last grain of sand, making Zheng Shiyi even less energetic to deal with Hu Wenhu. If he continued to stay here according to the rules, the old man looking after the restaurant would come up to cause trouble, so it was better to leave as soon as possible.
Hu Wenhu stared at Zheng Shiyi who left with suspicious eyes. He still couldn't believe that there were actually stupid newcomers in this world!
"If you are so stupid, maybe you can use his hand to do something..." Hu Wenhu held his chin in his hand and thought secretly, his slender eyes flashing with malice.
Zheng Shiyi quickly went down the stairs. There was no technique on the first floor that he wanted. He did not stay on the first floor and walked quickly to the door.
Mr. Ding, who was leaning against the door frame, had half-squinted eyes, but he was no longer as calm as before. He was just looking forward to whether Zheng Shiyi could choose a good foundation-building technique in such a short period of time.
As a result... this kid didn't seem to find anything
"Look...that person is Zheng Shiyi, right?"
"That knife... it should be Zheng Shiyi, right?"
Among the young martial arts disciples on the first floor, some recognized Zheng Shiyi immediately. Many people in the sect have heard of Zheng Shiyi's name, but very few have actually met him.
"The clothes are very similar... but it's hard to tell whether it's true or not! Has anyone seen what Zheng Shiyi looks like?"
"That's right! I heard that many new disciples are imitating Zheng Shiyi's dress and going out..."
Mr. Ding snorted and sneered when he heard that. The appearance and appearance could be learned, but that hard-boned temperament! Can it be learned? A bunch of blind idiots! This boy... This boy... Isn't this boy the boy who took the bald steps
Mr. Ding's slender eyes, which were originally disdainful of others, suddenly widened at this moment. This man himself had tried to dissuade him! Tell him not to practice Bahuangbu! Could it be that this boy has mastered the Eight Desolate Steps...
The doubts in Mr. Ding's eyes grew more and more. The moment Zheng Shiyi took away the "Eight Desolate Steps", he concluded that within three days, this guy would come back here to beg and beg for another chance to choose a new one. Kung Fu!
But he still miscalculated! Three days after Zheng Shiyi left, he did not come back.
Mr. Ding secretly rejoiced in his heart. If Mr. Huo hadn't wanted Zheng Shiyi to attack the Tenth Foundation Establishment Round and had not said hello in advance and asked Zheng Shiyi to extend his stay inside, he still didn't know that the young man who refused to listen to the advice when entering and exiting the Martial Arts Pavilion turned out to be A genius who has realized the meaning of boxing!
While Mr. Ding was deep in thought, Zheng Shiyi came to his side.
Zheng Shiyi nodded politely to Mr. Ding and prepared to leave the Martial Arts Pavilion.
Mr. Ding came to his senses, stood up and asked Zheng Shiyi, "You are empty-handed. Could it be that you haven't found a suitable technique?"
Zheng Shiyi responded politely: "There are many kinds of exercises in it. I have used up all my time this month. I can only wait until next month to come again."
Mr. Ding stroked his beard and smiled, pointing to the stairs and saying, "Since you didn't choose, let's go back and choose again."
"This..." Zheng Shiyi looked confused and was about to say, "I'm afraid this is not good." Suddenly he thought that this old man was Mr. Ding who was in charge of the disciple's time in the martial arts pavilion.
He hurriedly swallowed the words that came to his lips, bowed and thanked Mr. Ding: "Thank you, Mr. Ding."
"Go quickly." Mr. Ding waved to Zheng Shiyi.