The next morning, Juyi Hall.

Several heads of Qingyun Village were all there, Tian Wuniang sat in the main seat with Lin Ning on the right.

In the middle of the hall, Master Fake knelt in his position.

Master Fake was full of piety and loyalty.

There is nothing else, because today I have obtained the Earth-level martial arts here.

Putting aside the three holy lands, there are only a few dozen masters in the world.

It sounds quite a lot, but it is scattered among hundreds of millions of people, but it is one in a hundred thousand.

It is not because there are few people who have good understanding of martial arts, but because of the limitations of martial arts.

With Master Fake's roots and bones, if he has exercises, even without dragon marrow rice, even without guidance from the elders of the master, he can break through to the master realm and become a true immortal on land.

However, because of the lack of a martial art, he was trapped at the peak of a first-class master for many years and was unable to make progress, which was very depressed.

But I didn’t expect that today, in this Qingyun Village, I first got the miracle doctor to save my daughter, and then I was valued by the copycat. I am willing to give it to you with my skills.

Master Fake has never read many books and recognizes those words, which were also recognized by the master of the Precepts Academy in Vajra Temple.

He didn't understand the articles of the sages of righteousness in the Spring and Autumn Period, nor did he want to understand them.

But he knew that being a human being should take the word righteousness first.

Walking around the world is nothing more than repaying gratitude and revenge.

This is also the reason why he made his debut for Longmen Inn twice regardless of life and death.

Lin Ning saved his daughter and even saved Master Miaoqiu's second child in his belly. He was willing to repay him with his life.

Now Qingyun Village is giving away the earth-level martial arts. This is not a simple kindness, but also involves the word "faith".

If he hadn't trusted him as a loyal and righteous person who was grateful and repayed, who would have given him such a peerless secret book?

Such trust is more than kindness.

So even if Qingyun Village let him break into the sword mountain and travel to the sea of ​​fire, Master Farke would not even frown.

It is said that a scholar dies as a confidant!

Tian Wuniang was not a talkative person. After giving the copy of the "Jade Sword Heart Sutra" to Master Fake, she nodded slightly to him and said in a slightly sandy voice: "Don't let it go after practicing diligently." Then she gave up.

Lin Ning only smiled and said, "Even the third and fourth uncles and others have not obtained this technique. It's not that we are stingy, but that they have lost the purely ambitious martial arts spirit, and it is useless to obtain it. From now on, the master is a real family member." Master Fake became more and more moved and grateful when he heard this.

After being exposed in public, Fang Lin's face darkened, and Hu Dashan also cursed: "Boy, what does it mean to lose the ambition of martial arts? Your fourth uncle and your third uncle are old. You can become a top-notch master in the first place, but you are almost alone. Going up, you are forcing me... You are just laughing."

Lin Ning was not wrong in fact. These two people have long lost their indomitable ambition in martial arts.

Fang Lin has been indulging in copycat chores all year round, so how can he have the heart to practice?

Hu Dashan also needs to train Qingdao Guards, and the military affairs are busy.

Of course, the reason why the two of them were lazy in their martial arts was mainly because they had never even thought about it before, and one day Qingyun Village would be able to come into contact with the earth-level martial arts.

Not to mention Fang Lin, a second-rate master, is Hu Dashan, the first-rate master. As soon as he broke through and became a first-rate master, he felt relieved and thought that this life was enough.

It is far less than Fake. Even if you don’t have Earth-level martial arts, you can still practice to the extreme of first-class masters by relying on what you have learned and a tiger spirit in your heart.

Now, I have obtained the Earth-level exercises that can open up the Ren and Du meridians to connect all the 108 major acupoints of the eight extraordinary meridians. This has caused countless first-class masters to have a gap of heaven and earth, and it will become a flat horse!

After Lin Ning and Tian Wuniang left with merit, Fang Lin, Hu Dashan, Zhou Cheng and others began to call their brothers and brothers with Fake.

After two battles with one's life, Fake finally integrated into the core circle of Qingyun Village.

Monk Fake, who had been wandering for half his life, has truly had a place to settle down.

The onlookers Miaoqiu Tai and Linglong Taoist nun were all moved and shed tears.

This family is really not easy.

...

"If you let Master Fake replace Uncle Eight, Uncle Eight will probably think too much..."

Tian Wuniang rarely advised Lin Ning for a moment, and in the past, he would do whatever he wanted.

Lin Ning smiled and said, "No, the Eighth Uncle is still responsible for Yulin City, but the world's general trend must be the responsibility of Fake, who has a vast and wide friendship. Wu Niang, in the troubled times, in addition to the continuous growth of her own strength, the timeliness of news is also extremely important. Canglan Mountain is too remote and far away. When the world's major events are transmitted to Yulin City by themselves, the daylily will be cool. Our Qingyun Village will sooner or later have Canglan Mountain, but it will not be possible without flexible information. As for the Eighth Uncle, don't worry, the Eighth Uncle will understand."

Tian Wuniang nodded slowly, but said, "Even so, you still have to talk to Uncle Eight. Because of the last incident, you removed his position as the head of the family. Uncle Eight was already in his heart and wanted to commit crimes and make meritorious service. If he even cut off his current errands, he would be afraid that he would be unable to think about it."

Lin Ning looked at Tian Wuniang and smiled and said, "Everyone said that my wife is cold, but I know that my wife is like a Bodhisattva. Good lady, be at ease. There will be no mistakes in this matter. I will find a good job for Uncle Eight, and he will definitely like it."

Tian Wuniang didn't ask any more questions, but instead made a move, Tian Zhu, and the two magic swords of Yi Tian approached each other, and surrounded them, blocking someone's Lushan's claws outside.

Seeing that Lin Ning was unhappy, he felt unbearable and said angrily: "I haven't slept for most of the night last night, so don't make any more trouble."

Lin Ning smiled angrily and said, "Isn't the lady gentle and virtuous, pure and beautiful, and beautiful, and beautiful. The country's beauty..."

A series of praises spilled out like money-free. Although Tian Wuniang knew that he was "bad" and was smooth-mouthed, her smile on her face was a little deeper, but she was not stopped after all, and said, "Okay, don't mess around day and night. I also have to comprehend the sword intent. Xiaoning, you have something to do."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone greeted someone outside the room: "Xiao Ning is here?"

Lin Ning said annoyedly: "What's the matter?"

“…”

Zhou Cheng said helplessly outside the door: "God knows what you asked me to come."

Seeing Tian Wuniang's eyes look inexplicably, Lin Ning smiled and said, "Uncle Eight really has no eyesight... Forget it, you are worried about him, so you can just let the lady listen to Uncle Eight's new job."

Tian Wuniang put away the magic weapon, Zhou Cheng entered, and cursed Lin Ning first: "If you dare to play with me today, I will...I will..."

Lin Ning said curiously: "Uncle Eight, what can you do to me?"

In terms of martial arts, Zhou Cheng can't beat Lin Ning.

Zhou Cheng was furious and said, "I went to Aunt Chun to cry, you are now hard and you are playing with me all day long, without any elders in your eyes!"

Lin Ning was stunned when he heard this and sneered: "Uncle San and the others said that Uncle Eighth was the most rogue because he was young. I didn't believe it yet. Now I know that it is true. Are you actually going to ask Aunt Chun to complain?"

Tian Wuniang interrupted the two of them and asked Lin Ning to speak up for the serious matters.

Lin Ning said straight to the point: "What happened to Uncle Eight last time?"

Zhou Cheng reacted and said, "Xiao Ning, are you talking about the Qingzhou war?"

Seeing this, Lin Ning's face really darkened and asked, "Uncle Eighth, the clique seems to be prosperous now, but in fact it is as dangerous as it is. Only by expecting the war to break out can we seek a way out in the cracks. I have told Uncle Eighth so many times that I have to find out the news earlier. You won't tell me, you haven't sent anyone to investigate yet, right?"

In front of the old men in Qingyun Village, although Lin Ning spoke harshly, he rarely had real criticism.

Qingyun Village is different from the next one. The copycat culture that values ​​righteousness for a hundred years has made them as close as a family, and they are full of family affection for each other.

So Lin Ning has not really gotten angry, and there is nothing to be angry about.

However, today's annoyance was obviously real.

Zhou Cheng was not afraid, but he was inevitably guilty and said, "Xiao Ning, it's not that Uncle Eight is not dedicated, but... our staff are all in Yulin City. Qingzhou is 800 miles away, so it will be difficult to visit for a while."

Lin Ning didn't say anything, just lowered his eyes and said nothing. This behavior made Zhou Cheng feel guilty.

Zhou Cheng also knew that the copycat seems peaceful now, but in fact there are many hidden dangers.

Especially after killing Song Sicheng, a twelve tiger ministers from Jiangdong came last night. They were all stopped by the boss and the saint of the Demon Sect, but it was also very dangerous.

Song Si was still an elder of the Chu Imperial City Department, how could the Imperial City Department have not taken action?

But if the Chu and Qi war broke out in Qingzhou, the pressure on the parody would be greatly reduced.

However, Qingzhou is the intersection of Qi and Chu countries, the real place of four battles, and it changed hands repeatedly between the two countries. The people from the Imperial City and the Academy were spread all over the state, and the situation was extremely complicated.

It was really hard for him to let him go to Qingzhou, a person who had only been in Yulin City for more than ten years.

Seeing Lin Ning sulking, Zhou Cheng sighed and said, "Forget it, don't be angry. Uncle Eighth can do his own limited ability and can't help you too much. Let's change the people to the Explosive Division of the Village."

Tian Wuniang advised: "Uncle Eight, why do you have to do this?"

Zhou Cheng smiled and said, "Your third uncle and fourth uncle have told me about this. Now that the counterfeit village is becoming more and more talented people join, we old guys must be prepared to abdicate and give way to the wise. Your third uncle understands it. If you don't say anything, there is the Wei Zhuang of the Shooting Sect. If he takes up the archer-style coach of the archer, wouldn't he be foolish? Is that the same thing?"

Lin Ning then raised his eyes and said, "Uncle Ba, don't make excuses to be lazy. Nowadays, most of the people who enter the parody are strangers, how can you trust them? If you elders don't help us, you must let us suffer a big loss and fall a big fuck. Since you don't want to do the job of going to Qingzhou to find out the news, there is another thing that you must not entrust to Uncle Ba."

Zhou Cheng said freely and easily, but how deep is the loss in his heart? You can tell just by looking at his slightly red eyes.

Now, when Lin Ning was solemnly entrusted, his heart felt warm again and he asked, "What's the matter? Do you still have to do it?"

Lin Ning lowered his voice and said, "There is still good food and salt in the village. Although there is not much food, I can always barely survive the winter with prey and wild vegetables in the mountains. Only the iron materials in the warehouse cannot be collected, and the weapons cannot be repaired even if they are broken, let alone agricultural tools. In winter, we have to build a strong fort. How can we do without utensils? I heard that there is a Mao family in Guangyang County, two hundred miles south. Although they are only in the family, they have flourished because of iron. But they are rich but not kind. In order to dig more iron ore, I don't know how many good people have been captured by them. In the mines, white bones are almost paved. Uncle Eight, go to Guangyang quickly and find out the details of the Mao family and the route of advance and retreat. Half a month later, my Qingyun Qingdao Guard is about to go out of Canglan Mountain for the first time to destroy this Yao clan and practice the way for heaven!"
Chapter completed!