I have inherited the supreme Taoism

Chen Xuan slowly opened his eyes, feeling the power of the explosion in his body, and showed a satisfied smile. Now, not only can he definitely beat the black bull, but at least he is evenly matched, and he will never be played like a toy again.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Chen Xuan patted the old village chief who was sleeping soundly next to him, "Senior! Let's go!"

"Ah! I'm protecting you! Ha! Don't hurt my little friend, thief!" The old village chief stood up like a carp and waved the empty wine bottle in the air as if facing a formidable enemy.

I have to say that the acting is a bit exaggerated...

Chen Xuan raised his head and said, "Okay! Okay! Senior, there are no bad guys to interfere with my breakthrough. Let's go to the Sword Sect as soon as possible!"

"Okay! Let's go!" He threw away the wine bottle in his hand, drew his sword to his feet, took Chen Xuan and rose into the sky.

An hour or so later, Chen Xuan felt that the spiritual power between heaven and earth became a little stronger. Looking down, he saw the mountains below stretching and shrouded in clouds and mist.

Among the mountains, there are palace attics looming, with countless sword lights shining in them...

Chen Xuan was a little puzzled, "Is this really a declining sect?"

But when the flying sword lowered, Chen Xuan completely saw the true face of Jian Zong. He was really poor!

There is not even a sect-protecting formation, oh, no! The Sword Sect has it, but there is no spirit stone to open it.

Ordinary disciples wear the coarsest linen shorts and live in wooden huts and thatched huts. If you saw this in other sects, you would think they were handyman disciples.

A large open space for sword practice can be vaguely seen. It used to be a white jade square, but now there is no white jade, only a piece of natural land with bumps.

As for the Sutra Collection Pavilion, it has been in disrepair for so long that even the plaque can hardly be hung. As for the place for alchemy and weapon forging, there are these, but if they are not open, it is obvious that they cannot afford to hire people.

......

In short, the whole sect revealed one word from top to bottom - poor!

Chen Xuan pouted and said, "Senior! I think your Sword Sect should be disbanded."

"What are you talking about! What are you talking about!" The old village chief came up and shuddered, "You are in my hands now. Do you believe that I will ask your father for money?"

He swallowed a bit, thinking about how feasible this thing was.

"I think your sect has a lot of room for improvement! It is a sect with great potential and a bright future! The future is bright!"

Chen Xuan touched his head and grinned in praise.

In my heart, I scolded the smelly old man for not knowing what he was doing, and it hurt me to death!

"Hold on tight, we're going down!"

After pinching a seal in his hand, he flew towards a mountain peak.

The disciples who were practicing swordsmanship in the open space stopped their movements and looked up when they heard the sound of flying swords flying across the sky.

"Hey! When will I be able to fly with a sword too?"

"You're such a skinny guy, you have to kneel when the wind blows, and you're still flying with a sword!"

"Ha ha ha ha......"

While the disciples were fighting, they discovered that the flying sword was flying towards a mountain peak in their sect.

After the disciples were silent for a while, they exclaimed.

"The Supreme Elder is back! The Supreme Elder is back!..."

The noisy sound rang through the sky. In a dark hall not far away, a middle-aged man was frowning at this month's bills, not knowing how to spend the next month.

At this time, the noise of the disciples reached his ears, which made him even more upset. He rushed out of the hall with the ruler in hand.

"Why are you arguing? I heard your voices in the sect's main hall. You are the worst disciples I have ever brought up! Where are the elders who taught you today?..."

Just as the middle-aged man was about to continue cursing, a voice sounded in his mind.

"Feng Yi, come here!"

"Uncle Master!"

The man named Feng Yi put the ruler behind him and said, "I still have something to do, so I won't punish you today. Practice your sword well! Do you hear me?"

After finishing speaking, the whole person turned into a stream of light and headed towards the mountain peak where the Supreme Elder lived.

"Uncle! Uncle! You are finally back!"

Feng Yi staggered and rushed in front of the old village chief, his lips trembling slightly with excitement.

"Yes, I'm back. I've suffered a lot from Feng Yi over the years. Look, you have gray hair."

He held Feng Yi in his arms and said affectionately.

Just as Chen Xuan was watching the painful drama they were performing with great interest.

Feng Yi's words ruined the scenery.

"Uncle Master, please give me some money. I, the sect leader, have not received a penny after working for so many years!"

The old village chief twitched his hand and said, "No money! This is my life. If you want it, take it."

"Uncle Master, do you know how miserable life is for our big family? Even the disciples have to go hunting by themselves to get a bite of meat, let alone those little Karami with low cultivation levels."

Feng Yi hugged the old village chief's legs and cried with tears and runny nose.

"Okay, okay! I'll give you a way to make money!"

He really couldn't stand Feng Yi's crying and whining, so he decided to throw this trouble to Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan, who was squatting aside and watching the show with great enthusiasm, felt like he was going to feel his head coming up while watching the show. He stood up and stamped his feet, "Why are your feet a little numb?"

Moving step by step, he left the sight of the two of them...

"What method?" Feng Yi stood up and asked excitedly. (Flies rub their hands)

The old village chief pursed his lips at Chen Xuan, who was trying to escape, "No, that boy, half of the disciples I have accepted, the Third Prince of Daxia, must be rich!"

Feng Yi's eyes burst out with light, and he turned around, jumped up high, came behind Chen Xuan, grabbed his collar, and carried it back like a toy.

"Hehe! I've offended you so much, His Highness the Third Prince, but if you don't hand over the money, hehe! That's going to be hard to say."

Snapped!

The old village chief slapped him hard on the head, "Why are you acting like a bandit? Do you believe that the royal family will send troops to destroy you sooner or later?"

Pulling him away, he came close to Chen Xuan, rubbing his index finger and thumb, "You have also seen that the poverty here is definitely not suitable for your status as the third prince. You give us some money and we will repair your residence."

Seeing the two bandits, one large and one small, staring at him like hungry wolves, he shrunk and asked angrily, "How much does it cost?"

Feng Yi thought for a while and sheepishly stretched out a finger, "At least one thousand gold coins!"

"Poor guy!" the old village chief slapped him aside and said viciously.

"One hundred thousand gold! It doesn't matter if you lose even one cent. If you don't have it, let your father redeem it!"

"Hey? You stinky old man, can you do it if I fix the match in three months?" Chen Xuan turned his head away and ignored him.

Upon seeing this, the old village chief leaned into his ear and said a few words.

"Really?"

Chen Xuan asked dubiously.

"real!"

Seeing that he was so sure, Chen Xuan took out two gold notes and threw them over, "Two hundred thousand, I will give it to you as a gift."

Feng Yi stretched out his hand to take it, but the old village chief was faster. He snatched it and put it into his pocket. After groping for a while, he handed him a gold note worth ten thousand gold.

"Huh? It's not good for a kid to take so much money. I'll keep it for you!"

"Okay, go and do your work! The head teacher is still running around every day!"

Although Feng Yi felt a little aggrieved after taking the golden ticket, it was always better than nothing!

He smiled at Chen Xuan and said, "Third Prince, then you are the eldest disciple of my Sword Sect. I wish you a happy life!"

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