Cultivating Master In City

Hongcheng, in Ping An hospital.

Zhou Yi is dressed in Gray Striped sick clothes and meditates alone in the yard. A few days ago, he used Zhan xianjue to burn blood gas. After all, he still lost a lot of money. Therefore, he must practice hard now to make up for his lost accomplishments.

At this time, a military green jeep was driven into the entrance of the hospital. The special Sn license plate of the military region of Southern Jiangsu Province was hung on the jeep. After the car stopped at the parking place, a young man took the lead to get down, opened the rear door, and dressed in casual clothes like an ordinary office worker, situ Wenqiang came down from the back and went straight to Zhou Yi's ward.

"Stop! Please show your ID!" two soldiers of the Xuanwu special corps at the door of Zhou Yi's ward looked at situ Wenqiang and his party, especially Han Lei. Because his strong figure and ferocious appearance don't look very easy to provoke.

"Hello, comrade. We are friends of Zhou Yi. We heard that he was hurt, so we came to see him." situ Wen said with a strong smile.

"Friend?" the young soldier wondered, and then asked, "what's your name?"

"My last name is situ and my first name is Wen Qiang."

"Please wait a moment." the young soldier glanced at situ Wenqiang. Then he opened the door of the sick room and asked Zhou Yi.

"Mr. Zhou, there is a man named situ Wenqiang outside. He said he was your friend. He came to see you and asked him not to come in?" the young soldier asked respectfully. Naturally, he also saw Zhou Yi's horror that day. The army always reveres the strong, regardless of age. In the eyes of this soldier, Zhou Yi is the kind of strong that should be respected.

"Situ Wenqiang?" Zhou Yi frowned. He didn't know the man in his impression.

"Let him in." Zhou Yi said faintly. He suddenly remembered that Muxi Temple once said the word general situ. If it was really a general, Zhou Yi didn't mean to let others stand at the door.

"Yes!" the young soldier saluted a very standard military salute, then turned and stepped out.

After the young soldiers went out, situ Wenqiang took Han Lei and a man and a woman who invited Zhou Yi one day into the ward.

After entering the ward, situ Wenqiang first looked at Zhou Yi. He was surprised that Zhou Yi was much younger than expected, but situ Wenqiang would not despise Zhou Yi because of Zhou Yi's youth. He knew that four extremely terrible people had just died in the hands of this harmless boy four days ago.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou." situ Wenqiang took the lead.

"Hello, general situ." Zhou Yi glanced at situ Wenqiang and said that although there was no fluctuation of martial arts in situ Wenqiang, the light pressure of his long-term high position showed his identity. It should be the general situ once said by Muxi temple.

"Do you know me?" situ Wenqiang asked in surprise. Zhou Yi called out his general title at once.

"I've heard cousin Xi CI mention it." Zhou Yi said faintly.

"It's the boy from the West Temple." situ Wen said with a strong smile. "Well, it's like this, Mr. Zhou. Last time I asked Han Lei to take someone to your house to register the martial arts information, but he misunderstood me and thought I asked Mr. Zhou to join our monastery, so there may be some misunderstanding. I hope Mr. Zhou will forgive me."

Just after situ Wenqiang finished, Han Lei and a man and a woman behind him took a step forward, hugged each other and said apologetically, "Mr. Zhou, what happened last time offended me. It's really old Han. I'm too arrogant. I hope Mr. Zhou doesn't remember villains and forgive me for being a rude man."

Zhou Yi glanced at Han Lei. He really looked sincere, but he seemed to admit his mistake. As for the man and woman behind him, he looked in awe. It was obvious that he knew what he had done to kill cangkong.

"It doesn't matter, brother Han is serious. You also think about my stability in China, so I can understand. Let the last thing pass." Zhou Yi said with a smile. He doesn't have a deep hatred with the monastery. Maybe he will cooperate in the future. Therefore, it is impossible to offend and die. Since the monastery is willing to step down, why not take the opportunity to get off.

"Thank Mr. Zhou for understanding." Han Lei arched his hand and said. Zhou Yi's forgiveness immediately relieved him. He secretly admired Zhou Yi's behavior. He was young but not frivolous.

"Mr. Zhou, I heard about you at school a few days ago. As a master of Shenquan sect, cangkong shot at one of your students. He has obviously violated the rules of martial arts. In China, no one is allowed to break the ban with martial arts!"

"But fortunately, cangkong died in Mr. Zhou's hands this time, otherwise my monastery will not spare him." situ said quietly. Although they guessed that cangkong would fight Zhou Yi, they didn't expect cangkong to go with so many people. Zhou Yi was almost planted there.

"General situ, why didn't cangkong join the monastery?" Zhou Yi asked suspiciously. If the monastery was really a force above the Chinese martial arts circle, cangkong, a person of dark strength in the later stage, should not let go.

"Er." situ Wenqiang was embarrassed. "Although the monastery is strong, it can't cover the sky. People like cangkong have their own sects and have made friends with many martial arts giants. We can't force him, otherwise we will arouse the rebound of the whole Chinese martial arts circle and unite against our monastery. No one can afford this responsibility."

In fact, situ Wenqiang didn't say that the whole Chinese martial arts circle has a tendency to unite against the monastery.

"I see." Zhou Yi nodded. If the monastery really had the ability to integrate the Chinese martial arts circle, it would not be like this. Moreover, Zhou Yi vaguely felt that even if the monastery really had the strength to integrate, they would not do it, because at any time, the contention of a hundred schools of thought is far better than the dominance of one, and there are only a hundred schools of thought in the Chinese martial arts circle as a whole, Its development will be more prosperous and talents will emerge in endlessly.

"Mr. Zhou, to be honest, I'm here today. First, I'm sorry to Mr. Zhou for the last time Han Lei offended Mr. Zhou. Second, I hope Mr. Zhou can help me." situ Wen said the purpose of this trip with a strong smile.

"Oh? What's the matter?" Zhou Yi asked calmly.

"Please join me, Mr. Zhou, in the monastery of Southern Jiangsu Province."

"I'm sorry, general situ. I can't promise. I must have asked cousin Xi Ci to tell general situ last time. I'm loose and unrestrained. What I can't stand most is those rules, so I don't want to join the monastery yet. General situ, forgive me." Zhou Yi said with a smile.

"Mr. Zhou, don't be too busy to refuse. I have the cheek to come here this time. I sincerely hope Mr. Zhou can join my monastery. I can understand what Mr. Zhou said. I won't want to tie Mr. Zhou to my monastery all the time."

"Well, Mr. Zhou, you come to our monastery. I, situ Wenqiang, make the decision this time and let Mr. Zhou become a privileged member of our monastery in southern Jiangsu Province. That is, Mr. Zhou can still do his own business and don't have to stay in our monastery like others all year round. Mr. Zhou only needs to complete six tasks of the monastery every year. Of course, the resources Mr. Zhou obtains are still normal It is the cultivation resources needed by the people in the later period of dark strength in the martial arts circle for one year. "

After situ Wenqiang finished, jiongjiong looked at Zhou Yi. He believed that his conditions were enough to impress Zhou Yi.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yi still shook his head without any movement.

"General situ, thank you for your kindness, but I'm going to Longcheng to go to college in September. At that time, I would rather go to Longcheng as an ordinary student than be contaminated with too many causes and consequences, so please forgive general situ." Zhou tactfully refused.

I have to say that the conditions put forward by situ Wenqiang are already very good, which can be regarded as extremely excellent. If an ordinary martial artist completes six tasks every year, he can get one year's cultivation resources for the later martial artist of dark strength. It's all earned. But Zhou Yi is not an ordinary martial artist. He is an immortal. The martial artist's cultivation resources are not necessarily useful to him.

Seeing that Zhou Yi still refused, situ Wenqiang sighed and was disappointed. These conditions were the best he could open, but Zhou Yi still refused. He had no idea for a moment.

At this time, Han Lei dialed situ Wenqiang behind him and took down something wrapped in black cloth from his back.

Seeing this, situ Wenqiang's eyes flashed a touch of Qi Yi, turned to Zhou Yi and asked, "Mr. Zhou, do you have a weapon in your hand?"

"Weapons?" Zhou Yi frowned and looked at what Han Lei was wrapped in black cloth. Through the black cloth, he could find that Bree was wrapped with a long sword.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, I have an ancient sword dug up in Kunlun Mountain decades ago. It's easy to blow hair and cut iron like mud. It has been sealed in the treasure house of our monastery for more than decades. Mr. Zhou can have a look and see if it can get into Mr. Zhou's eyes." situ Wenqiang said, and Han Lei laboriously tore away the black cloth. The simple sword body was exposed.

Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at it. He found that the sword was more than three feet long. The body of the sword didn't look very sharp and there was nothing strange. However, Han Lei seemed a little laborious when holding it in his hand. It was obviously because the body of the sword was very heavy.

Zhou Yi gets down from the hospital bed, walks to Han Lei and takes the ancient sword from Han Lei's hand.

The handle of the sword felt cold as it sank slightly.

"Eh?" Zhou Yi whispered softly, and then his eyes suddenly lit up, because he actually saw several extremely fine but complex lines on the sword body, like tadpoles, which were not very regular, but gradually implied the truth of heaven and earth.

"It seems to be a magic weapon," Zhou Yi thought to himself, because the lines on the sword body are very similar to the immortal lines carved on the sword body by the master of refining tools he saw in the fairy world in his previous life.