Love Rival Transforming Husband [Holographic]

The Buddhist scriptures pavilion looks like a simple and elegant three-story building on the outside. The bamboo shell has been infiltrated by the spiritual energy for many years to produce thick patina, and the eternal green color adds to the small building. Fresh and fresh, a few small bells on the eaves jingled, adding a bit of tranquility. Ye Shiwei stood outside and admired this legendary building, then pushed the door and entered.

Different from the delicate and compact outside, the interior of the bamboo building occupies an extremely large area. The word "Sumi Mustard" suddenly popped up in Ye Shiwei's mind, and he immediately understood that this may also be the effect of the formation. heaven and earth.

In the empty room, only an old man with a long beard and white beard was holding a bamboo slip and shaking his head. There was no one else. Ye Shiwei looked at him, smiled, and stood aside and waited.

This wait is half a day.

"Tsk, you little baby is patient." Hearing the sudden voice, Ye Shiwei was startled, and he was thinking about the next specific arrangement.

But he still smiled and said, "When the master of the peak is under formation, he can enter the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion for ten days if he is in charge of the gate."

I don't know which generation this old man is from. If he is called senior with his peers, he will be laughed at.

"Zhengfeng? Are you Congyun Xiaowawa's disciple?" The old man sized him up and down for a while, then curled his lips and said, "The aptitude is not bad, I don't know how the understanding is, but since it can pass the inheritance, it must be not bad."

Seeing Ye Shiwei's mouth turned up slightly, he struck again, "There are many people with high aptitude in this world, and those with strong understanding are not uncommon, but how many survive today? So, these things In fact, it’s not that important, only surviving is the most important thing.”

Although Ye Shiwei understands it, he still doesn't agree with the old man's words. If the aptitude and understanding are not high, and there is no benefit in cultivation, and he cannot improve himself, then the lifespan must be pitifully low. From this point of view, in fact, aptitude and understanding are still very important .

Seeing Ye Shiwei's disbelief, the old man added, "Don't look at how important aptitude and understanding are now, in fact, as long as you reach the golden core stage, aptitude is no longer a factor that restricts the speed of cultivation, and when you reach the fusion stage, understanding is no longer a factor. It is not the factor that restricts the promotion of the level, but the most important factor to become a fairy is perseverance and luck. Those who are not strong in perseverance and luck will not be able to become a fairy. Of course, this is only before becoming a fairy. After becoming a fairy, the old man will not knew."

Ye Shiwei handed over his hands to be taught, and he knew about aptitude. It was also because of this in his previous life that the group of novices with excellent aptitude did not make those veterans feel unjust, because at that time they were about to form alchemy.

"Dare to ask the senior's name?" Seeing that the old man called his master Congyun Xiaowa, he must have a very high seniority.

"Fuchuan." The old man stroked his long beard, but Ye Shiwei looked more respectful after taking a breath.

"The disciples of the younger generation pay homage to Master Zeng's uncle at Zishi."

Fu, Si, Cong, Zi, the sect masters are from the generation of Cong, he is from the generation of Zi, but this old man is from the generation of Fu, he is from the generation of his great master uncle, no wonder he can be called a little baby.

"Yes," the old man grinned happily, "I see you are pleasing to the eye, little doll. Now that I have met you, I might as well give you a gift. Take this and practice hard. The future of Shangqing Sect depends on you."

As he spoke, he took out a black jade slip, and after Ye Shiwei took it, he put it back into the storage ring. It is extremely impolite to look at the gift of the elders on the spot, so you can't lose your impression at this time.

"Thank you Master Master Uncle."

Seeing Ye Shiwei accepting the gift, the old man curled his lips and scolded with a smile, "Aren't you going to the third floor? You can just go up there, get lost, and don't disturb my reading."

Ye Shiwei accepted the order respectfully and helplessly in his heart, and walked up the next steps with the order of the master.

All the way was unimpeded, and when I walked into the third floor, I saw a few small dark green bookshelves displayed on the side. Compared with the vastness of the first floor, the third floor was pitifully small.

And walking over, I saw words such as "Heart", "Sword", "Defense", "Special", and "Experience" marked on several bookshelves. After turning around, Ye Shiwei picked up these jade slips Looking at the directory, it is much more convenient to look for the directory and then find what you want.

Time passed day by day, one day, two days, three days... ten days, and after the initial search, Ye Shiwei let himself immerse himself in the ocean of books. Solved, there are also some special skills that made him acclaimed. He never knew that there was such a creativity in this world. After the initial shock, he laughed at his country bumpkin, and he learned it again, and he couldn't let it go. Become a new generation of soil turtle yourself.

After ten days like this, Ye Shiwei hadn't reacted when he was teleported to the door of the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

"Boy, wake up, it's time to go!"

Shocked by the loud voice, Ye Shiwei raised his eyes and saw that it was his great-uncle, Fu Chuan.

"Hello, great uncle."

"Tsk, how have you been these few days?" Fu Chuan looked at him while fanning the cattail fan, Ye Shiwei got up and smiled shyly.

"There is everything in the Sutra Pavilion, and I am fascinated by it."

Ye Shiwei thought that his answer was quite satisfactory, and he couldn't be wrong, but he didn't expect that there was a big cattail fan in front of him, and his head was hit violently.

"Stupid! Everything?! How many books have you read?!"

Ye Shiwei rubbed his head, and said cautiously, "Seven or eight books..."

In fact, he read a dozen or so books. This kind of opportunity is rare, so why didn't he read more, but Master Zeng seemed very angry, so he said less.

"Seven or eight books?" Seeing Master Zeng's uncle's eyes widen, a bad premonition flashed in Ye Shiwei's heart, and sure enough, "You have read so many! Don't you know how much you can't chew?! Those big monks above Nascent Soul can only read a dozen books, you little Xiami in the foundation stage dare to read so many! Are you afraid that you won’t be blown to death fast enough? Are you afraid that you won’t make any progress in this life?”

Being chased and beaten by Fu Chuan, Ye Shiwei had a bitter face, but he couldn't hide, no matter how he moved with his movements, his master and great uncle would always hit him on the head like a prophet. In the end, Uncle Zeng seemed to be tired from knocking, Ye Shiwei stopped carefully and looked back.

Seeing how Ye Shiwei was forcing the little mouse, Fu Chuan's anger also dissipated. After all, he was a relative and grandson, so he didn't care about it, so he threw another jade slip to Ye Shiwei, "Here, take it, remember After you go back, practice the exercises on this jade slip every day, remember, otherwise no one will care about you if you die."

Ye Shiwei took it, and saluted gratefully to this great master uncle. Although Fuchuan hit him just now, he knew it was for his own good. Ye Shiwei was always grateful to those who really liked him.

"Thank you great uncle."

"Yes, you save some time to thank me, get out!"

With a flick of Fuchuan's sleeves, Ye Shiwei returned to the foot of the mountain, looking at the looming small bamboo building on the top of the mountain, Ye Shiwei bowed again, turned around and walked away with his sword, Fuchuan on the top of the mountain looked in Ye Shiwei's direction, mouth He muttered, "You brat..."

Ye Shiwei has entered a state of retreat since returning from the Buddhist scriptures pavilion. Ye Shiwei has also been prepared for how to win over those disciples. There are only a few places for training in the foundation period. The weaknesses of those spirit beasts, raid experience, Ye Shiwei has already written all the traps and dangers, and handed them over to the disciples of the formation peak, and handed them over to them when they set out the task.

There are other things, such as those medicinal herbs, which are used to win over Danfeng, those animal skins, which are used to win over Fufeng, and those materials, which are used to win over Qifeng. The prestige in the middle is also getting stronger and stronger, so that although the brother is no longer in the arena, the legend of the brother is everywhere in the arena.

Of course, those things are not given for free. Ye Shiwei knows the allusion of Shengmi Endou Michou. Besides helping, he also gave some tasks, such as looking for some strange things, or those made Of course, the percentage of pills, talismans, seals, and spiritual tools is relatively small, so you know that those are just help to make you face.

Therefore, when three months had passed and Ye Shiwei had successfully reached the peak of Foundation Establishment and passed the customs, his reputation among the players of the Shangqing Sect was second to none, and no one was fighting for it.

Listening to the disciple's report below, Ye Shiwei raised the corner of his mouth.

"...By the way, Uncle Master, Zhenfeng recently promoted ten new disciples, would you like to take a look?"

Ye Shiwei was a little surprised, and a little unexpected. It has been three months, so it is normal for newcomers to appear in "Xiu Xian", but I don't know how many players there are.

"Bring them here and let me have a look." Ye Shiwei ordered.

"Yes." The disciple retreated respectfully, while Ye Shiwei leaned on his head and began to meditate.

The actual identities of these players are unknown, it’s just that the loyalty of a game is not too high, and now he is attached to him only because of his small favors to win people’s hearts. At that time, it was only in a safe corner of the Shangqingmen, and there were really not many confidant forces to form except for the peak where he was.

Therefore, it's time for him to accept a few personal disciples.

At this time, the disciple who had just left also arrived with ten newcomers.

"The disciple has met the peak master."

Several people bowed and saluted together, Ye Shiwei waved his hands, "Get up."

Several people straightened up and raised their heads. Ye Shiwei scanned the faces of several people one by one. When he saw the last person, his eyes suddenly widened. Fortunately, his self-cultivation has improved now, and he can initially show his emotions and anger , Only then suppressed the surprise in my heart, and didn't let a few people see the clue.

Hu Yan? !

He couldn't be more familiar with this face, one of Xiao Yu's four generals, the confidant of his confidants, but...how come back here?

"What are your names?"

Several people looked at each other and reported their names in order.

"I call it accurate."

"My name is Zhixi."

"My name is Zhizong."

"My name is……"

……

"My name is Zhiyan."

Hearing the final registration, Ye Shiwei finally confirmed that this person was one of Xiao Yu's four generals whom he had met in his previous life, Hu Yan, named after his seniority, was Zhiyan, and it was really him!

Ye Shiwei frowned, these people were brought in by Xiao Yu from reality, how could they come to him, and then thought of the festival between him and Xiao Yu.

Huh, a spy?

He is not afraid.

"You take these formations for the first time, and I will give you ten days to read them. After ten days, I will conduct an assessment. If you fail, I will ask the master to transfer you to another peak."

Branded ten copies of the first performance of the formation, and Ye Shiwei handed them over to them one by one. He originally wanted to use his hands and feet on Zhiyan's jade slip to get it to another peak, but he thought that such a bomb was not with him, so he didn't know what to do. What, he was worried for a while, and finally decided to keep it by his side and watch, so that he can monitor what he does.

But it's okay to make it difficult for him to be an ordinary disciple during the assessment. Ye Shiwei smiled when he thought of the scene where Xiao Yu found out that his move was useless.

"Okay, you guys go down and practice hard." Ye Shiwei waved his hand, and those disciples withdrew one by one.

But Hu Yan, who was going out at this time, was muttering in her heart, this uncle is good-looking and has a gentle tone, although he is a bit harsh, it is for their own good, not as mean and shameless as the boss said.

Scratching his head, Hu Yan decided not to think about it, so he should report today's meeting to the boss first. His task is to monitor Uncle Zishi and report all the situation of Uncle Zishi to the boss.

So, Ye Shiwei was clever again but was misunderstood by his cleverness. His goal was originally on you, ╮(￣▽￣")╭

I don't know how much blood he would vomit if the person still in the hall knew about Hu Yan's mental activities.