Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Murong Fu only felt flowers blooming in front of his eyes, and the next moment, he came to a hilltop full of flowers and plants.

Not far away, you can clearly see a waterfall.

Surrounded by a row of wooden houses, they looked extremely simple.

Qin Mingdao: Disciple, this is where my master is.

Murong Fu said to his left and right: The cottage is in a human environment, and there is no noise of carriages and horses. It is quite quiet here.

When Qin Ming heard this, he laughed haha and said:

We old guys sleep in coffins on weekdays. It's hard not to think peacefully.

That's right! Mo Hen said: It would be nice to leave a wooden house for us old guys.

Coffin? Murong Fu looked at the two of them in surprise: Why do you two masters live in a coffin?

Haha, it's not just to postpone the catastrophe! Qin Ming patiently told Murong Fu about becoming a loose immortal after overcoming the tribulation.

The latter was amazed after hearing this: Isn't it true that the Nine Tribulations Sanxing Immortal Queen is promoted to the Mahayana stage, which is the right path?

Qin Ming shook his head and said: This is a matter of benevolence and wisdom.

You have to know that the time required behind this is hundreds or even thousands of years.

Yes! Murong Fu nodded. With this time, he might be able to surpass Mahayana and advance to another level.

Mo Hen said: These things are too early for you. You need to learn swordsmanship now.

When the time comes, whether you want to enter the Mahayana directly or become a Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal is a matter of just one sentence.

Murong Fu asked curiously: Aren't the two masters now in the Nine Tribulations? Aren't they about to enter the Mahayana?

Mo Hen said proudly: Of course, I want to take you in this time because I want to lend you some luck.

Help me two survive safely.

Murong Fu curled his lips and smiled shyly. Not to mention that the Mo family was more reserved, but this Mo Hen was really direct.

Qin Ming laughed and said, Haha, don't be afraid, Fu'er.

The reason why the two of us accepted you as our disciple is really because we want to use your energy to reach a higher level.

However, I really want you to inherit our two mantles.

If you die, you will really have nothing.

Murong Fu saluted and said, Return to Master, I understand.

Qin Ming said hmm and said, It doesn't matter whether you think about it or not. I have already learned the [Sword Classic]. How do you feel?

Returning to Master, I feel that the [Sword Classic] is profound and profound, and the further you go, the more difficult it becomes. Murong Fu said truthfully.

Haha, it can be said that all the martial arts of our [Canglan Sword Sect] come from the [Sword Scripture].

Even the two of us still haven't been able to understand the last level. Qin Ming said.

The Sword Sutra is so difficult! Murong Fu thought that he could still comprehend the sound in the spiritual world, but he was naive.

Qin Mingdao: Haha, there are some things. If you realize something, you understand it. If you don't understand it, you don't understand it!

Mo Hen nodded and agreed: That's right! Before the ceremony of joining the sect, we two old guys will teach you some sword skills.

You kill him that day and it will be a blockbuster....

It's not in vain that you have the best talent.

Murong Fu asked curiously: Master, is there a martial arts competition at the entrance ceremony?

Qin Ming said: Haha, if you are interested in performing, it doesn't matter if you are ranked first or not.

Mo Hen said displeasedly: How can that be done? You and my apprentice are also the geniuses of this class after all.

If you don't get first place, how can you control the rest of the boys?

In the future, we still have to fight for the position of chief.

When Qin Ming heard this, he looked at Murong Fu and said with a smile:

What your Master Mo said makes sense!

We sword cultivators must have the momentum to move forward.

Since we are competing, we must show our strongest strength.

Murong Fu couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, he didn't expect these two old people to be buried.

Still so competitive, he said respectfully:

Master, don't worry, my disciple understands.

Mo Hen took a selfie of his forehead and said, Oh, we were disturbed by them just now. We haven't officially accepted a disciple yet.

Qin Ming smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved two more chairs in front of him, and said to Mo Hen: Sit, sit, sit!

Mo Hen sat on the chair without any politeness:

Hey, you can save other steps, but not the tea ceremony and kowtow.

Murong Fu understood the rules and asked: Do you two masters like tea or alcohol?

Hearing this, Qin Ming and Mo Hen looked at each other, with a hint of smile in their eyes, and asked, Do you still have wine?

Murong Fu didn't say much, and took out all the fine wine that he had collected for many years from the space.

Putting it in front of Qin Ming and Mo Hen, he said proudly:

Haha, you two masters, just tell me what you want to drink.

Mo Hen touched his beard and said, Try them all, try them all.

Qin Ming looked at Murong Fu with satisfaction and praised:

Haha, the two of us have been sleeping for many years, and our mouths have faded away.

Unexpectedly, your young man's meeting gift is really what we want.

Mo Hen patted his leg and said, Good boy, hurry up and become a disciple. Let's have a drink after you're done.

Murong Fu didn't talk nonsense and opened a jar of the good wine he brewed back then.

He poured two cups and handed them to Qin Ming and Mo Hen respectively. After drinking, they both said they were very satisfied.

Murong Fu kowtows his head three more times, and the ceremony is considered complete.

Mo Hen took out a silver ring from his arms, handed it to Murong Fu and said:

Master doesn't have any treasures. I'll leave this low-level spiritual treasure to you.

It has no other function except that it can block a blow from the Mahayana stage.

Murong Fu said in surprise: So powerful?

Haha, you kid doesn't know that your master Mo Hen comes from the Mo family and knows some weird tricks. Qin Ming laughed and took out a wooden sword, handed it to Murong Fu and said:

This wooden sword contains the power of seven masters!

It's not a problem to kill ordinary people in the tribulation stage.

Murong Fu asked curiously: What if it's not ordinary?

Qin Ming laughed haha and handed Murong Fu two more, saying: Then kill him with one more sword.

Murong Fu's eyes flashed with gleams, and he said respectfully: Thank you two mentors for the treasure.

Mo Hen laughed and joked: It doesn't matter, your master Qin Ming is a carpenter.

If it's okay, let him carve a few more for you, so you can go out and bully others.

Naturally, Murong Fu could hear the joke and hurriedly brought out some good wine to entertain the two of them.

Mo Hen and Qin Ming have been Bigu for many years, and they have not eaten such mortal food for a long time.

It was a great time to eat.

Suddenly, Mo Hen slapped his mouth, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes: Strange, why is there something wrong with the wine I drank?

Qin Ming raised his eyebrows and said, What's wrong?

Murong Fu smiled bitterly and said, Master, you won't suspect that I have poisoned you, right?

Mo Hen rolled his eyes and Murong Fu said:

You brat, if you want to poison your master and me, you can't do it even if you practice for hundreds of years.

I think the taste of this wine is not like the taste of my [Darujie].

Instead, it looks a bit like it was brought from other worlds.