Ten thousand times return: My apprentice builds the foundation and I become an immortal

There was no suspense in this competition.

Wu Yue and Shi Xiaotian crushed all the opponents with an overwhelming attitude, and won the first place in the shock, horror or admiration of the people in Xianjiang Sect.

Zhong Qing was not surprised by this result.

If the two Sun Xuan Realm were defeated halfway, that would be hell.

The next time was the long and boring closing ceremony.

Zhong Qing had no interest in these things at all.

After knowing the final result, he left.

It would be more interesting to go down the mountain to get some wine to drink than to sit and wait at the scene.

The wind swept the clouds and the yellow earth flew all over the sky.

Zhong Qing went down the mountain, crossed an ancient road, and came to a human city!

There were many pedestrians on the street, and the traffic was endless.

Some of these people were rangers, some were merchants, and some were peddlers. There were people from all walks of life.

Although this is a world where the strong are respected and practice is supreme.

But among the vast number of people, those who have the talent for cultivation are ultimately a minority.

Most people are still busy with three meals a day.

There is a tavern!

The small tavern is doing a booming business, and the tavern is almost full.

"Sir, please come in!"

When Zhong Qing arrived at the door of the tavern, the waiter greeted him with a professional smile.

"Two catties of drunken Huadiao, three catties of braised beef, a plate of peanuts, and two catties of braised pig's trotters!"

The store is an old store!

Zhong Qing is also an old customer.

Not long after, all the wine and dishes he wanted were served.

Drinking wine, eating meat, and listening to the wealthy merchants talking about some anecdotes from all over the world.

This kind of life is unique.

At this time, an old beggar came to the door.

"Go away!"

"As a beggar, don't dirty my shopkeeper's place and pollute my guests' eyes."

The old beggar was driven away by the errand boy before he even entered the door.

The old beggar bared his teeth, grinned, and said indignantly: "Others can enter, why can't I?"

The boy stood with his hands on his waist and said coldly: "Do you have money?"

This sentence, as if it came from the soul torture, directly stunned the old beggar on the spot.

There are so many heart-wrenching words in the world, which are often born in such a simple and unpretentious environment.

But after the old beggar was stunned, he rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Brother, where is the money? I don't have it, but I have some treasures, but they are good things that money can't buy."

As he spoke, he took out a few secret books from his arms.

"I see that you have a unique bone structure, and a spiritual light emanates from your head."

"You are a good seedling for cultivating immortals and asking for the way."

"Meeting is fate. Pick any of these secret books and I guarantee that you can embark on the road of cultivation."

"Sincere price: How about two pots of wine?"

In the wine shop, Zhong Qing was happy.

This old beggar is a wonderful person.

This routine and this scene all gave him a sense of déjà vu.

At the door, the brows of the servant suddenly darkened.

Any secret book of cultivation is a priceless and inestimable treasure in the secular world.

It can be said that every secret book is a secret of the major sects and families. Even if some fragments are circulated occasionally, they will be firmly usurped by many powerful and wealthy people.

These things are not something that ordinary people like them can have.

Now, this old beggar opened his mouth to talk about cultivation techniques, and he was holding a bunch of them in his hands.

So this is a wholesale department of cultivation techniques?

No need to think, this must be fake.

Old beggar, this is clearly insulting his intelligence with a bunch of useless books!

"Old man, I give you one last piece of advice, leave quickly."

"If you don't leave, I will be rude to you."

His tone became unfriendly.

"Hey, hey, everything can be discussed, why are you so angry?"

"These are all genuine goods"

"You have to think clearly, if you miss this village, there will be no such store!"

The old beggar said meaningfully.

In the noisy restaurant, a harsh and roaring voice sounded.

"Gui Saner, don't you see so many customers? Why are you wasting so much time with a beggar?"

"Don't you want to do it anymore? If you don't want to do it, get out!"

Gui Saner cried out a huge grievance.

"Boss, I'm really not being lazy."

"This old beggar insisted on pulling me, saying that he wanted to exchange his cultivation skills for wine!"

As soon as this was said, a burst of laughter broke out at the scene.

There are really strange things every year, and there are especially many this year.

I have heard of people exchanging antiques and objects for wine.

But it is the first time I have seen people exchanging wine for cultivation techniques.

Today, I have finally opened my eyes.

The shopkeeper waved his hand in obvious impatience.

"He is just a beggar, just beat him out with a stick."

"Don't let him disturb the guests' interest."

As he finished speaking, four or five aggressive men rushed out in an instant.

"Stop it!"

Zhong Qing couldn't stand it anymore.

"I'll pay for his wine!"

As Zhong Qing finished speaking, the shopkeeper's face changed instantly.

"Okay, sir, please come in!"

Hearing this, the old beggar walked into the wine shop with his head held high.

Then he approached Zhong Qing in a familiar manner.

He smiled and said, "Thank you, little brother!"

"Since you are kind and enthusiastic, I won't take advantage of you."

"I have nine sets of skills, all of which are top-grade cultivation methods."

"However, you can choose one and use it as the money for two pots of wine!"

Zhong Qing could tell at a glance that the skills in the old man's hand were real.

And these skills are all top-grade, ninth-grade skills.

This surprised him a little.

Ninth-grade skills are enough to become the sect-defining skills of a second-rate sect.

It is not an ordinary person who can take out such skills at will.

He immediately looked at the old beggar with his heavenly eyes.

The other party's information and secrets were instantly clear in his mind.

This surprised him a little.

Unexpectedly, he actually had such an identity.

But he didn't care.

After a little hesitation, he said: "Meeting is fate, so there is no need for skills."

"I'll pay for your wine today!"

"Enough!"

The old beggar didn't seem happy when he heard this, but was anxious and scratched his ears and cheeks.

"Oh my, little brother, you are just like those mediocre people who think that this skill is also fake."

"I can tell you..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhong Qing smiled and said, "Drinking is about mood. If you can't even drink well, what's the point of talking about other things?"

"Come on, drink this cup!"

This gesture made the old beggar stunned.

He smacked his lips: "This is interesting."

"Little brother, just based on your words, it is worthy for the old beggar to make a friend like you."

"Come on, the old beggar will toast you a cup!"

The interaction between people is often so wonderful.

Some people have known each other for dozens or hundreds of years, but they are like strangers.

Some people can make friends with a glass of wine.

The word fate is wonderful.

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