Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"Liuhe Black Token!"

"Grand Elder!"

The short and fat middle-aged man looked at the black token floating in front of him and exclaimed, his eyes widened, and then his face showed surprise, but in an instant it turned into confusion and deep worry.

"Hmm?" Wang Fu looked at the complex expression on his face, frowned slightly, and showed displeasure.

The short and fat middle-aged man immediately felt an invisible pressure. He looked at the red-gold thunderbolt only three inches away from his forehead, and his knees softened. He knelt on the ground and said hurriedly:

"Predecessor, predecessor, the token is the black order issued by Liuyun Zhenren of Shiling County to the supreme elder of the secular Liuhe Sect. My master... My master Jinyun Sanren is the supreme elder of Liuhe Sect."

"But, but..."

Speaking of this, the short and fat middle-aged man hesitated and didn't want to say anything more. Even if Wang Fu controlled the "Golden Thunder" to go in one more inch, this man didn't want to speak until Wang Fu found that he looked around and realized it. He immediately pinched a soundproof cover.

The short and fat middle-aged man continued:

"My master disappeared more than forty years ago..."

It turned out that this place was called Shiling County. In addition to the major immortal cultivation families, it was one of the ten most powerful sects in the martial arts world, including Liuhe Sect and Qixing Sect. Each of the ten martial arts sects has a foundation-building cultivator in charge, who is added as the supreme elder. With the help of mortals, he searches for spiritual medicines everywhere to refine pills.

In addition to practicing by himself, the refined pills must be regularly handed over to a Jindan cultivator named Liuyun Zhenren to obtain his protection.

And the ordinary black token was made by Liuyun Zhenren, who distributed it to the foundation-building cultivators who controlled the ten martial arts sects and accepted them as registered disciples.

The supreme elder of Liuhe Sect, Jinyun Sanren, is the master of the fat middle-aged man in front of him, but he has not seen Jinyun Sanren since forty-three years ago. In order not to leak the news and cause the change of Liuhe Sect, the fat middle-aged man has been refining pills alone for these years and reporting to Yun Zhenren on time, so he has not been exposed.

Fortunately, he is quite talented in alchemy. Relying on a very hidden ground fire, he uses the spiritual medicines and flowers searched by the disciples of Liuhe Sect to refine the second-level primary pills with difficulty. Otherwise, Liuhe Sect would have changed its owner long ago.

If the news leaked out, it would surely be occupied by other covetous cultivators, and the fate of the short and fat middle-aged man himself would be to be driven away at the least, or even to lose his life at the worst.

That is why he was unwilling to tell such a secret in front of so many ordinary people.

As for why he told Wang Fu, in addition to being restrained, it was because Wang Fu held the token of his master, Jinyun Sanren, which gave him a glimmer of hope. In addition, the secret underground fire was about to go out. Without the underground fire, he would not be able to refine the second-level primary elixir, and he would be discovered at that time.

It is better to take a gamble, betting that Wang Fu knows Jinyun Sanren, and betting that Wang Fu has an old relationship with his master. In this way, he may still be able to stay in Liuhemen and practice with the elixir refined by the spiritual medicines searched by the disciples of Liuhemen.

"Senior, do you know my master?" The short and fat middle-aged man looked at Wang Fu nervously.

Wang Fu shook his head slightly. How could he know if Jinyun Sanren was the middle-aged cultivator in brocade clothes from Fenglei Hall? After thinking for a while, he said:

"Do you have a portrait of Jinyun Sanren?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Seeing Wang Fu shaking his head, the short and fat middle-aged man immediately showed a decadent look, but when he suddenly heard Wang Fu's words, hope rose again, and he quickly took out a painting. The person in the painting was the middle-aged cultivator in brocade clothes that Wang Fu met in Fenglei Hall.

Wang Fu looked at the person in the painting, and then he believed most of what the short and fat middle-aged man said.

"Hehe..." He smiled and murmured as if talking to himself, "So your name is Jinyun Sanren, well, it just happens that I need to find a place to retreat and refine the restriction. Since I have your things, I will take your place as the Supreme Elder for two days."

"It's just right to see if Liuhemen has the materials to refine the 'Tianli Pill'. ”

Thinking of this, Wang Fu waved his hand, took back the "Golden Thunder", and looked at the short and fat middle-aged man, his eyes turned, and his expression was indifferent:

"Your master Jinyun Sanren has died in the Wind and Thunder Ruins. I know him. Should I return this black token to you, or..."

The short and fat middle-aged man heard the news that his master Jinyun Sanren had died, his expression changed, and his expression was sad. Hearing Wang Fu's next words, he hurriedly looked up, waved his hands and shook his head to refuse:

"No, no, no!"

"Since you are an old friend of my master, you should hold this token. I am just a small Qi Refiner and have no qualifications."

"I also ask the senior to have mercy on my master's foundation, accept the Supreme Black Order, and become the new Supreme Elder of Liuhe Sect to protect tens of thousands of disciples in the sect. "

The short and fat middle-aged man prostrated himself on the ground, ignoring the shocked looks of the ordinary people around him, and kowtowed to Wang Fu.

Wang Fu was slightly stunned, looking at the short and fat middle-aged man's behavior, he just felt funny, but this person really... knew the situation.

"Okay, get up."

"Did the senior agree?" The short and fat middle-aged man raised his head and showed a hopeful look.

Wang Fu did not answer directly, because he suddenly remembered that there was a Jindan cultivator on the Liuhe Gate. If he became the supreme elder of the Liuhe Gate and needed to pay homage immediately, he could only throw away the black token.

In his current state, if he met a Jindan cultivator who was plotting against his will, he would only have one way to die, even a foundation-building cultivator would have a headache.

After a moment of silence, Wang Fu asked:

"I am not opposed to looking after Liuhe Gate for Fellow Daoist Jinyun, but Liuhe Gate suddenly changed its supreme elder. Do I have to report to Master Liuyun?"

“No, no,” seeing Wang Fu willing to agree, the short and fat middle-aged man was immediately full of joy, “Don’t worry, senior, there is a rule for Liuyun Zhenren. He only needs to go to Liuyun Mountain to hand in the elixir every five years. Even if the sect’s supreme elder changes, he will report it at that time and go to become a disciple.”

“There are still four years before the next five years. Don’t worry, senior.”

Wang Fu was relieved when he heard this. Four years... Even if the restrictions in his body are not completely refined by then, at least he will be restored to the foundation-building level, which is not a problem.

He immediately nodded and agreed to be the supreme elder of Liuhe Sect.

The short and fat middle-aged man was overjoyed. If he hadn’t seen Wang Fu’s indifferent expression and a difficult look, he would have jumped up with excitement.

Now he has a backer. He no longer has to walk on thin ice like the previous forty years. Ninety-nine percent of the elixirs he refined have to be handed in, which is not enough for cultivation. Otherwise, it would not have taken forty years to break through two small realms.

Thinking of this, the short and fat middle-aged man saw that Wang Fu had removed the soundproof cover, and immediately bowed to the ground, and said respectfully and loudly:

"Liuhemen Elder Changshan, greets the Supreme Elder."

The short and fat middle-aged man's words were heard by everyone. Those black-clothed men who were paralyzed by thunder looked at each other, and then endured the pain, bowed to the ground in imitation, and said in unison:

"Greetings to the Supreme Elder."

Such a situation made the faces of the caravan people suddenly change.

Even Lin Zhi, who had always been calm, showed a bitter smile and his face turned slightly pale.