Wen Ruhe sighed and tied the wine gourd back to his waist, "But I have already promised to you."
"That's your business!"
"You old thing..." Wen Ruhe shook his head, stood up, walked to Fu Linyuan, looked up at him, but his momentum was not inferior at all.
"Let me tell you straight, this guy was recommended by that girl Meng Rou. He took first place in Small World. Late Golden Core Eighth Layer killed many people in the Great Sun Dynasty and Primordial Hall. Now he is being targeted by Liu Yanzheng and Enforcement Hall."
Fu Linyuan is still expressionless.
"What does it have to do with me?"
Wen Ruhe choked at these words, glared at Fu Linyuan, and took a deep breath. "Don't you think it sounds familiar?"
Fu Linyuan frowned and said nothing.
"This kid's situation is exactly the same as yours before!"
Five hundred years ago, Fu Linyuan and Wen Ruhe both came from a few dozen small forces.
Fu Linyuan was the biggest dark horse at the time. He went all the way and defeated many top-ranked forces, but also offended many people.
It is really similar to the current situation of Zhou Qi.
Seeing that Fu Linyuan didn't respond, Wen Ruhe took out a warm jade tablet from his sleeve and waved it in front of Fu Linyuan.
"Remember this?"
Fu Linyuan's eyes fell on the jade plaque and paused for a moment.
The jade medal is not big, about the size of a palm, and is completely white. The word "owe" is engraved on the front.
Three hundred years ago, Fu Linyuan was fighting a big monster. His flying sword broke and he almost died.
It was Wen Ruhe who worked day and night for seven days and seven nights, using Xuanye Peak to press heavenly materials and earthly treasures at the bottom of the box to recast the sword for him.
After the recasting, Fu Linyuan personally carved a crooked word "owed" on the jade plaque, showed it to Wen Ruhe and said, "I owe you a big favor. If you want to repay it in the future, just come to me!"
At this moment, the jade plaque was hanging in front of his eyes. Wen Ruhe held a corner of the jade plaque with his fingers and shook it slightly.
"It's time for you to return this favor."
Fu Linyuan was silent for a moment.
He looked at the jade plaque, then at Wen Ruhe's round face, and moved the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but finally said coldly:
"I can help with other things, but recruiting disciples is my obsession..."
"No!"
Wen Ruhe's eyes narrowed.
"You really don't accept it?"
"No!"
Wen Ruhe nodded, put the jade plaque back into his sleeve, turned around, turned his back to Fu Linyuan, and walked towards the entrance of the courtyard.
After taking three steps, he stopped and said without looking back:
"Okay, if you have any problems with your Mystic Sword in the future, don't come to me."
Wen Ruhe paused, and his smiling face turned into a look of impatience.
"I'm looking at the whole Immortal Sect, who can help you!"
Fu Linyuan's brows frowned suddenly.
The corners of Wen Ruhe's mouth were slightly raised, and his back was turned to him without turning back, but his steps slowed down obviously. He knew Fu Linyuan very well.
The courtyard was quiet for five full breaths.
Fu Linyuan's voice came from behind, still cold, but a little more imperceptible than before:
"... What's his name?"
Wen Ruhe turned around and smiled again, with a bit of pride in that smile.
"Zhou Qi."
"Great Yong Dynasty is only twenty-five years old this year."
"Twenty-five, Late Golden Core Eighth Layer." Fu Linyuan repeated these two numbers, frowning slightly, "You are from a small force?"
"Yes."
"How long have you been practicing?"
Wen Ruhe thought for a while and went through the information he heard from Meng Rou in his mind, "It seems... about three or four years."
Fu Linyuan's brows furrowed even more tightly.
Three or four years? That means becoming a monk halfway!
From mortal to Late Golden Core Eighth Layer.
This speed can't be found in the entire Primordial Immortal Sect.
To say that a genius is indeed a genius.
But speed isn't everything.
This thing is the same as a card table. Winning at the beginning does not count as winning. The first thing you win is the paper, and the last thing you win is the money.
On the road to spiritual practice, talent is just a stepping stone; character, understanding, and resilience are all indispensable.
He has seen too many so-called geniuses, Foundation Establishment fast, Golden Core Realm fast, and then stuck in front of Nascent Soul for decades or hundreds of years, and finally disappeared from everyone.
Fu Linyuan was silent for a long time.
My eyes cast towards the sea of clouds outside the courtyard, which was billowing silently outside the cliff.
Finally, he spoke, his voice a little slower than before, but still with a hint of coldness.
"I can promise you."
Wen Ruhe's eyes lit up.
"But..."
Fu Linyuan looked at him, word by word.
"You have to pass my test. If you are a little brat, wouldn't it insult my Fu Linyuan reputation?"
Wen Ruhe's smile bloomed completely, like a chrysanthemum that has been soaked.
He walked quickly back to the courtyard, took out the wine gourd from his sleeve, pulled out the stopper, and raised it to Fu Linyuan:
"Don't worry, I've seen that kid with my own eyes. He has a very good mind and talent. If he fails your test, I will personally take him away. It won't be up to you Heavenly Sword Peak."
Fu Linyuan didn't answer his words, just turned around and walked back to the stone room.
When he reached the door, he paused and said without looking back:
"In three days, ask him to come to Heavenly Sword Peak."
The door of the stone chamber closed behind him.
Wen Ruhe stood in the courtyard, looked at the closed stone door, smiled and shook his head.
He put the wine gourd to his mouth, took a big sip, then turned around and strode out of the courtyard.
When he walked to the door of the courtyard, his voice floated in from the outside, with a bit of ridicule:
"I will send him here personally in three days. Don't make a bad face again then."
There was no response from the stone chamber.
Wen Ruhe didn't care and walked down the mountain with a smile.
The white crane flew from the sea of clouds and landed in front of the mountain gate.
He turned over and rode on the crane's back, patted the crane's neck and said, "Let's go back to Xuanye Peak and give Meng Rou the good news."
The white crane chirped softly, flapped its wings and flew into the clouds, disappearing into the vast sea of clouds in an instant.
Heavenly Sword Peak returned to silence.
At this time, Zhou Qi had no idea that the two big shots saved his life during their quarrel.
Outer Sect.
Zhou Qi Click out twenty Concentration Spirit Stone in the room, and then hide the remaining ninety-three under the bed.
Finally, I changed my clothes and walked towards the Mission Hall.
Zhou Qi When he opened the door and entered, there were only a few people in the hall.
Several Outer Sect disciples were talking in low voices around a long table. When they saw him coming in, they glanced at him and quickly moved away.
Zhou Qi also saw a familiar face, a disciple who entered Outer Sect in the same batch.
The moment their eyes met, a trace of complexity flashed in the man's eyes, and then he lowered his head and pretended not to see it.
Zhou Qi understood what the other party was thinking and didn't care. He went directly to the deacon who handed over the task.
The deacon is an old man in his fifties or sixties, with gray hair. His strength is no more than Golden Core, Fifth Layer. He seems to have exhausted his qualifications. He has been at the Outer Sect all his life.
Zhou Qi stood in front of the counter, cupped his fists and said, "This deacon, disciple Zhou Qi, handed over the task."
The old deacon raised his eyebrows and thought about it the moment he heard the name.
Someone told him to pay special attention to this new disciple Zhou Qi.
He sat up straight and took a look at the unfortunate guy in front of him.
Spirit-Sealing Abyss, Concentration Spirit Stone, twenty pieces.
Put these three words together, in the Outer Sect it is synonymous with death.
He knew this mission very well. It was basically used by Elder Ning to retaliate against those "disobedient" new disciples.
The waste mine has been depleted for hundreds of years, and there are no traces of spiritual stones on the outside. If you want to get twenty pieces, you have to drill deep underground.
In recent decades, less than half of the disciples sent to Spirit-Sealing Abyss to obtain spiritual stones have returned completely, and none of them can complete the task.