Zhao Qingchan

Age: 15 years old

Identity: Three generations of Wudang disciples

Reputation: 8

Arm Strength: 26 (Innate·Growing)

Physical: 21 (Innate·Growing)

Body Technique: 29 (Innate·Growing)

Root bone: 44 (innate)

Enlightenment: 45 (innate)

Good fortune: Good luck (today)

Talent: never forget

Realm: None

(Explanation: At the age of 15, you have such outstanding talents. In the age of slut, are you very brave?)

Ignore the mastermind of the game who speaks slutty.

Zhao Qingchan glanced at the reputation. It was 8 o'clock, which was very suitable for his low-key and unpretentious personality.

He had already decided in his heart that before the [Jianghu] had not been publicly beta, he would never make a fuss about his reputation until the player appeared, and would keep the reputation value at the lowest level as much as possible.

"After that being said, can I gain any reputation in Wudang Mountain?" Zhao Qingchan twitched, unless Zhang Sanfeng publicly admitted that he was a closed disciple.

Otherwise, a person like him who is so low-key will definitely not have skyrocketed.

Inside the Sutra Hall.

It took a few days before Yuxu Zhenren returned to the mountain.

Zhao Qingchan skillfully swept the fallen leaves together, and when he collected the dustpan, he poured the trash can, he was done and finished the work.

at the same time.

A Wudang Taoist hurried into the Sutra Pavilion. Zhao Qingchan also carried a broom and a dustpan to follow him, just like staring at a thief, for fear that he would take away a few more Taoist books.

If a year later, he would memorize all the three thousand Taoist sects and throw them away, he would write and add one.

Now he hasn't memorized it all.

As long as one is lost, it is his sin.

Although he knows martial arts, Yuxu Taoist and Zhang Sanfeng will not blame him, no matter what he does, he must have a corresponding sense of responsibility.

Fortunately, this second-generation disciple came in a hurry, but when he arrived in the Sutra Library, he became unhurried and slow, and seemed very regular. He seemed to know that there was not only Zhao Qingchan, but also a Taoist Yuxu who was in the Grandmaster realm.

"Li Daochun borrowed a copy of the Taiping Sutra and returned it in half a month." The middle-aged Taoist, who looked ordinary, said in a deep voice holding the scriptures.

Zhao Qingchan recorded it on the record. When he raised his head again, the Taoist who looked a little anxious was gone.

He raised his eyebrows secretly: "Li Daochun?"

"I'm good."

Zhao Qingchan swallowed and spitted. Wudang Mountain is really full of talents.

This Li Daochun seems to be not famous among the second generation of disciples.

But the future achievements are even better than most of the Seven Wudang heroes, and they are the kind of talents who are late to achieve success.

In the future, he not only entered the realm of the Grand Master, but also had the potential to break into the realm of the Grand Master. In particular, he also published many Taoist sutras, and throughout Taoism are famous and surnamed figures.

Well, he is the kind of guy who likes Tao Zang and doesn't like practicing martial arts very much.

However, there is a golden house in the book, and there is a Yan Ruyu in the book. Even if some people do not practice martial arts, they can still learn some internal skills, tricks, etc. from it.

In a debate about Taoism, Zhang Sanfeng sent him to compete with the little Tianshi in Longhu Mountain, but in the end he did not decide the winner. He was simply a living little legend.

pity.

One hundred years ago, one hundred years later.

Among the four rivers and lakes, the Taoist dynasty, Zhang Sanfeng is the real leader, whether it is martial arts or Taoism.

No matter where Taoism or Taoism is, no one can surpass it.

Zhao Qingchan narrowed his eyes: "Li Daochun doesn't talk much, he looks quite honest, and he likes to study Daozang. He can play it in the future and deal with him."

"After all, no matter what, he is now a top-ranked master. If you have something to do, there should be no big problem."

"As for how to deal with such a stupid fool?" Zhao Qingchan raised her eyebrows and smiled sinisterly: "Of course, I will use my talent that I can never forget to see to conquer him."

"Bang."

Zhao Qingchan rubbed the back of his head, couldn't help but clench his fists, got up and turned around.

Four eyes are opposite.

Zhao Qingchan sat down again.

Taoist Yuxu glanced at him: "Why are you smirking when you have nothing to do?"

"I don't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense."

Taoist Yuxu showed a look of seeing through everything, too lazy to be pissed off with him.

Zhao Qingchan sighed: "Master, don't always wrong your disciple if you are fine."

"What's more, you have said that the future of our Wudang Sect is all in my head. If you want to destroy it, I will complain to the head master..."

"Genggugugugugugu, I'm annoyed when I see you now!" Taoist Yuxu twitched his mouth, and he took out a copybook: "Look at these two words written. I just said that you have practiced your calligraphy well some time ago, but now it's like a dog's digging. Do you draw a ghost talisman?"

"This is a cursive script, I wrote it casually, but you actually think it is ugly..."

"Oh?" Taoist Yuxu raised his long eyebrows, and his smile became more and more "perverted".

"Yes, Master and disciple are written in a bad way, really bad way, you're right." Zhao Qingchan rolled his eyes. He was timid. He was not afraid of the loss in front of him, and he would still follow Taoist Yuxu in the future.

If NPC hadn't regarded himself as an NPC, Zhao Qingchan would have wondered how much favorable the two were.

But the great possibility is that even if the value is not full, it is basically the same.

In the future, if any bastard dares to cause trouble for himself, he will definitely work if he moves out Yuxu Taoist.

"Hmph, just understand it in your heart." Taoist Yuxu nodded and reached out and said, "By the way, you are writing some famous poems and postings to me."

Zhao Qingchan twitched his lips: "Didn't I give you all the ones I wrote before?"

"Tsk, you care a lot. Do you know that you have written so many copybooks, but the pen, ink, paper and money are all sent by our Wudang?"

"Your calligraphy is pretty good now. If you don't get some wine at the foot of the mountain... money will be used to subsidize the mountain gate, and let the disciples of the entire sect drink the northwest wind in the future?" Taoist Yuxu urged.

Zhao Qingchan silently gave a thumbs up, what a righteous thing. You can raise the issue of your own drinking money to collective interests. I am convinced by Dao.

His master did not have much hobbies, but he only liked drinking.

When I am on the mountain, I will drink a few drinks when I have nothing to do, but the wine is limited and I dare not drink too much.

But some time ago, I should have been unscrupulous when I left the mountain gate. I guess I was going all the way.

When he asked him to find news about Zhang Cuishan, Zhang Sanfeng was afraid that he would be so suffocating his junior brother.

Obviously.

I drank good wine all the way, but the money was gone.

In addition, after Taoist Yuxu discovered that his calligraphy could be exchanged for money, his daily wine had reached a higher level, changing from Green Ant Wine to Drunken Immortal Wine.

Zhao Qingchan once asked, don’t some masters and masters like to drink the worst drinks to find a feeling.

I can always taste what life principles...

But Taoist Yuxu replied to him with a sneer: "No, that's just because of poverty. Not everyone is like you, with many abilities. They just have no money in their pockets, and they are still pretending to be a silly."

So.

Zhao Qingchan's senses of the masters of the martial arts world instantly fell a lot of them.

But then again.

That's what I said.

Experts who walk alone often drink all kinds of wine. If they have a higher alcohol addiction, they often only drink the cheapest green ant wine.

The top masters with power have awesome momentum when traveling. They have followers to accompany them wherever they go, and they only drink the most expensive wine.

Poor.

Otherwise, the best wine... won’t it taste good?

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Chapter completed!