No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 8

"One month, comprehend the third floor of the Tiangang step by yourself, the situation is like this, let's talk about it!"

The white-browed old man was frowning, and beside him were the six disciples who also looked stunned.

Originally, Yi Fan's aptitude was heaven-defying, and this was a good thing. Even if some news got out, the Taoist Association's helicopter would arrive the next day, and a large sum of money might be rewarded.

Although Shangqingguan is poor, is it really necessary?

The Shangqing Temple has been passed down for thousands of years. Although the war against overseas evil gods wiped out all disciples and exhausted resources, the inheritance still retains a lot.

It's just a lack of spiritual stones, unable to practice, and can only barely maintain the physical realm without declining.

Baimei is a little spineless, and if he exposes one or two inheritance classics, he can exchange for a lot of money in the Taoist Association or other big sects.

It's just that Baimei can't do this.

When China was robbed and the Dragon Vein was shaken, all members of the Shangqing Temple mobilized to contribute money and effort, even if they were killed. What a big heart and sentiment.

Baimei is not talented, and he can't do the practice of selling the inheritance of his ancestors in exchange for a moment of peace.

But then again.

With such qualifications, Yi Fan can stay in the Shangqing Temple and reach the heaven, which is the great perfection of the physical state.

Even if he has understood all the classics of Shangqingguan, he still cannot practice or aspire to the great road without spiritual stones or cave heaven and blessed land.
"Look at you. You are all yelling at each other on weekdays. They are either peerless swordsmen or calculating heavenly secrets. There is also your colorful clothes, boundless Taoism and crazy madness. Why are you all mute now?"

"Dan Wuxin, you are the second senior brother, and you have always been calm. What do you think about this?" Seeing that the disciples were silent, Bai Mei was so angry that he had to ask questions by name.

"Cough cough!"

Dan Wuxin cleared his throat, and said helplessly: "Hey, maybe the patriarch has a spirit, and he couldn't bear the decline of the Shangqing Temple, and the son from heaven revived my temple. It's a pity, our water is shallow...cough cough , Miaoxiao couldn't accommodate this giant Buddha, wasting the heaven-defying aptitude of my junior brother."

"Who says it's not!" Fifth Senior Brother Bu Wusuan took over the words: "I have calculated with the divination technique of Tianyan God, and the future of Junior Brother is promising. If we don't want to bury his talent, we can only bear the burden of humiliation."

"Fifth Senior Brother, what do you mean?" Sixth Junior Sister Nishang's eyes lit up.

"Keep talking!" Bai Mei encouraged.

"Senior brother has good looks and a high personality. It's a waste to stay in the sect. I have a way to let senior brother keep it and make money!" Bu Wusuan giggled extremely obscenely.

"Oh, I see, Fifth Senior Brother, do you want Senior Senior Brother to be with a rich woman?" Nishang blurted out.

"I agree. This skin of senior brother is definitely the favorite of rich women!" Second senior brother Dan Wuxin also clapped his hands in agreement.

The third senior brother formed Wudao, and the fourth senior brother Fu Wuyuan lowered their heads and fiddled with their formations and runes while raising their hands to vote.

With white eyebrows and black lines, the clenched fists "creaked".

Jian Wuya stood by the window and watched, he couldn't help shaking his head and smiling wryly, a trace of disdain and silence flashed in his melancholy eyes, he gently pulled out the cork, took a sip of Niulanshan, and looked at the magnificent mountains , sighed silently.

Bu Wusuan saw that Baimei was angry, so he didn't dare to joke anymore, coughed twice, and said seriously: "Ahem, don't joke, I heard in the scenic spot these days that the provincial sprint team will go to Jinding Mountain for training during this time, They said they were dealing with a Jamaica delegation, and everyone seemed under a lot of pressure, with no chance of winning."

"Fifth senior brother, you won't let the senior brother be a coach?"

Nishang looked contemptuous.

"What? How embarrassing? How many years have we gotten used to eating cabbage and radishes? Do you have the heart to let little brother do the same?"

"But the Daoist Association has a rule that it is not allowed to show Daoism in front of ordinary people!"

"So your hair is long but your knowledge is short. Who said you let the senior brother go out as a disciple of Qingguan?"

Nishang suddenly realized: "You mean?"

"That's right!" Bu Wusuan pointed at Jian Wuya, and exclaimed, "You're the fastest man in the world for nothing? When the time comes, just teach those mortals the skills of exerting force and the method of breathing, and it will be enough to make you feel better." They last a lifetime."

"Fifth senior brother, you're also pretty fast, why don't you go?" Xiao Nishang blinked her beautiful eyes and said puzzledly.

"Bah, bah, bah, little Pi Ni, don't talk nonsense!" Bu Wusuan glared at Nishang fiercely, then looked at Jian Wuya's graceful back with envy, shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "I want to be like him. Skin, it’s not like no tourists will be fooled, ah no, it’s because I heard the truth and solved my doubts!”

"Hahaha, fifth senior brother, you are self-aware!" Xiao Nishang covered her mouth and trembled while laughing.

Jinding Mountain, thousands of meters above sea level, has not yet been fully developed, and there are few tourists, but there is a very distinctive avenue to the sky.

It is a stone step leading directly to the top of the mountain. So far, few people have chosen to walk up it, but for the athletes of the provincial team, it is undoubtedly the best training place.

"Coach Liu, this mountain is too high, it won't be enough for breakfast every morning!"

"I still want breakfast, it would be nice if I can catch lunch!"

In the early morning, under Tongtian Avenue, a dozen young people in sportswear came down to the foot of the mountain led by a man in his early forties.

Coach Liu chuckled, pointed to the towering stone steps and said, "Want to walk? Dreaming, leapfrog, if you can't make it to dinner, go drink the northwest wind!"

"Coach, stop!"

"Oh my god, coach, why don't you bring us something to eat?"

"Don't be noisy, the coach loves us so much, he must have taken the cable car in advance and prepared delicious food for us!"

Coach Liu smiled disdainfully: "You guys are thinking about farting!"

"Snapped!"

With a kick, Coach Liu yelled angrily: "Still in a daze? The exchange team will come at the end of the year, and that's Bolt's younger brother Borman. Whoever gets me off the hook, I won't want to eat this bowl of rice in this life!"

As soon as these words came out, although a group of young people had a bitter look on their faces, they didn't dare to say anything more, so they could only grit their teeth and squat down, with their hands behind their backs, ready to leap up the mountain.

"Hehe, how is training like this different from the magic way?"

At this moment, a disdainful cold snort came suddenly.

Everyone followed the prestige, and suddenly gasped.

"Wow, what a handsome uncle!"

"Nimma, I'm drunk if a man is so handsome!"

"No, no, I'm going to be paralyzed, give me a hand!"

Jian Wuya: "..."

That's right, this person is none other than the elder brother Jian Wuya who came here in a sports suit.

Even if it wasn't a snow-white Taoist robe, it didn't have the long sword on the back and the wine gourd on the waist, but it was just a white sportswear that was sold everywhere.

But it is still difficult to conceal his radiant beiges, especially his disillusioned, mature, melancholy uncle Fan, who is the dream lover of many young girls in the world.

"Who are you? Go play and don't disturb our training!" Although Coach Liu was upset, he didn't plan to have the same knowledge as Jian Wuya.

"These people are young, lack of energy and blood, and lack of energy. If you squeeze their potential like this, they will be injured when they are old!"

Jian Wuya shouldered a heavy responsibility, so naturally it was impossible to be polite to them.

"Fart, who are you? You were still playing in the mud when I was the coach!" Coach Liu didn't want to cause trouble anymore, so he couldn't help it anymore.

From there, a psychopath popped up, thinking that he was handsome so he could point and point at others, right?

I'm not as handsome as you, and I can run ten blocks faster than you.

Also, are you still teaching me here?

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"Oh, don't you agree with Bibi?"

Jian Wuya sneered, and came to the side of the granite stone which was as tall as a person and engraved with the four characters of Tongtian Avenue.

"Bi, you want to compare with us?" Coach Liu smiled.

This person is good-looking, but his brain is a bit insufficient.

Who are they?

The professional sprinters of the provincial team came here for training this time in response to the Jamaica visiting group at the end of the year.

Don't underestimate these dozen or so young people, they are good seedlings selected from among the top athletes in the province.

This little white face looks white and tender, and there is no trace of training at first glance. Compared with us?Are you on drugs?
"Come on, come on, if you win today, I will eat this stone!"

Coach Liu sneered, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to open the kid's eyes.

(End of this chapter)