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The lower house of Qincang School was divided into three temples. The Virtuous Temple and the Virtuous Temple were for men. Only the Peaceful Temple was for women. Wang Caiwei had been living here for the past two years.
Ever since the passing of the two temple heads, the lower house had been dominated by Ma Shouxiang. Zhang Yan had sent her here in name to take care of Han Zuocheng, but in reality, it was to take care of the lower house on behalf of her master.
Wang Caiwei's cultivation had become more profound by the day. Although she had not surpassed her sister Wang Caiting, she had the Shady Massacre Blade. Even if a strong enemy came, she would not be afraid.
All the disciples in the temple, regardless of whether they came from a master or a disciple family, knew that she was Zhang Yan's disciple and a true disciple of the Yue Cang Sect, so they were very respectful to her and didn't dare to offend her.
Because of her master's orders, she was very diligent. Every day, besides supervising Han Zuocheng's cultivation, she taught him how to deduce the Erosion Symbols.
Although Han Zuocheng's cultivation progressed quickly, he had no talent in the Erosion Symbols. Every time he saw the words, he felt a headache coming on.
Wang Caiwei did not care. She only knew that in order to learn the sect's cultivation method, he had to be proficient in the Erosion Symbols. This made Han Zuocheng miserable.
One day, Han Zuocheng sighed at the Erosion Symbols in front of him. His face was bitter and his scalp was about to break.
Wang Caiwei sternly said, "Little Junior Brother, don't think you can get away with it. When Senior Sister Cai Ting and I entered the sect, Master didn't pass down any techniques to us first. Instead, he ordered us to study the Eroding Runes first. Not only us, but even Senior Sister was ordered to study it. So don't think you can get away with it. Even if I don't teach you, you will still have to pass this test in front of Master."
Han Zuocheng was helpless, but he did not take it seriously. He said, "Senior Sister is trying to scare me again. It seems that the Senior Brothers in the lower house do not know as much about the Erosion Symbols as I do. It won't necessarily drag down my cultivation. Why is Senior Martial Sister so serious? "
In the evening, Han Zuocheng left the Peaceful Temple dejectedly and returned to his cave residence. Thinking about how he would have to learn the useless Erosion Symbols tomorrow, he became even more annoyed. He thought about it and said, "I've been cultivating since I came up the mountain. I've never been to the city at the foot of the mountain, so I might as well take a look. "
There was a large town several dozen kilometers below the Azure Parasol Mountain. In recent years, there had been a lot of nobles coming and going. There were no bandits or evildoers, so it was even more bustling and prosperous, not inferior to a state city.
As soon as he had this thought, his heart itched unbearably. He was afraid that Wang Caiwei would find him, so he did not return home and went down the mountain. He thought, "I am going to play for a few days, Shijie has received Shifu's order to take care of me. If she can't find it, she must be anxious. When I come back and get scared, she won't force me to read that stupid talisman anymore. "
If I come back, she won's she won. She won. I'll be. She will Cultivation. Seeing a flying letter enter the hall, she stretched out her hand and gently caught it. She opened it and saw that it was a flying letter from Bright Nether Lake, ordering her to take Han Zuocheng back to the mountain gate.
Knowing that she could return to her cave abode, she was very happy. She had been in the Lower House for two years. She had been in the lower house for two years, but it wasn't as good as when she was in the Bright Dark Lake. She couldn't advance as fast as before, but it wasn't without its benefits. Her cultivation slowed down, and she could consolidate what she had learned. In the long run, the advantages outweighed the disadvantages.
She looked at the sky and saw that it was getting brighter. She tidied up her clothes and left the Peaceful Temple to find Han Zuocheng.
Because she felt that flying was too much of an eyesore, she walked like a carriage and not long after, she arrived at the Good Abyss Monastery. However, when she asked around, the disciples in the monastery all said that they had not seen Han Zuocheng today. She was surprised and did not care about anything else. She rode the light and flew around the lower courtyard in a flash, but still did not find him. She felt slightly uneasy and found a few more disciples to ask around, guessing that he had gone down the mountain to play.
She sighed softly, then rode the dark light and flew down the mountain in a streak of light.
In the town at the bottom of the mountain, Helian Wei, a disciple of Mucheng Sect, was sitting in a two-story restaurant. He looked at the people on the street with interest.
Sitting in front of him was a young man in his twenties. He leaned forward and said, "Grandmaster, I've heard that Zhang Yan didn't show up at the Qincang School's competition. Huo, Zhong, and Luo going to the sword competition is a foregone conclusion."
He Lianwei couldn't help but find it funny when he saw his nervous appearance. He said, "You don't have to be like this. If the Yincang Sect had their eyes on you, they wouldn't have allowed you and me to chat freely here. This kind of common and common place is the safest. Those disciples of the Daoist Sect won't be able to track us all the way here. Moreover, you're only seeking the Dao in the lower house. You can't even be considered a disciple.
The disciple smiled awkwardly and said, "You're right, Martial Grand Uncle."
He Lianwei looked at him and said carelessly, "But you did well. After the competition of the 16 sects, you can go back to your sect to cultivate."
The disciple was overjoyed. Although he was ordered to join Qincang School, Mucheng Sect didn't use any means to control him. So it wasn't that he didn't want to cut ties with the Demon Sect.
But later on, he quickly discovered that if he wasn't an outstanding disciple with outstanding aptitude, no one would even look at him, nor would they pass on any profound techniques. Entering the Upper House of the Yue Cang Sect was an extravagant hope, so he could only stay obediently and hope that he could make some contributions to the sect. In the future, if he could learn some Taoist techniques, and then go to the rich and powerful places in the world, then his life would not be in vain.
He was holding a cup of wine and thinking about beautiful things when he suddenly saw a figure. He couldn't help but cry out in surprise. He leaned on the table and took a look. He thought to himself, "Han Zuocheng? Why is he here? It's best if I don't run into him. "
He Lianwei didn't turn around. A strange light appeared in his eyes, and the appearance of the person appeared in his mind. He asked, "This person seems to be a cultivator. Is he from the same sect as you?"
The disciple thought for a moment and said, "I don't have such good luck. I heard that this person is a disciple of Zhang Yan and will enter the upper house in a few days."
He Lianwei's eyes flashed and he said in a low voice, "You're saying he's Zhang Yan's disciple? Is that true? "
The disciple hurriedly said, "This disciple doesn't dare to speak nonsense. This person is a disciple that Zhang Yan personally came to the lower house a year ago. It has spread throughout the lower house."
Originally, while it was not a secret that Zhang Yan had taken a disciple, Ma Shouxiang and Wang Caiwei would not speak of it. However, Han Zuocheng was only sixteen years old. Youths loved to show off and could not help but spread it everywhere. There were more and more people who came to curry favor with him. As a result, everyone in the lower house knew of it.
A hint of a smile gradually appeared on He Lianwei's face. He said, "Go greet him in a moment and then try to lure him to the mountains outside of the village. Afterwards, you can return to the mountain."
The disciple was very clever and immediately realized He Lianwei's intentions. He did not dare to ask too much and immediately stood up. He clasped his hands and came down from the restaurant. He thought to himself, "Does Martial Granduncle want to capture this Han Zuocheng? But this person has not opened his meridians. There are as many people like this in the Qincang School. Zhang Yan might not feel bad about losing this disciple. What use is there in taking him? "
Although he was puzzled, he still walked in the direction of Han Zuocheng after coming down. When he got closer, he acted as if he had accidentally bumped into Han Zuocheng. He said with surprise and joy, "Isn't this Senior Martial Brother Han?"
Han Zuocheng had never been to the Mortal City. Even when he came to the Qincang School to be apprenticed, he would only take the small, desolate paths. Now that he had come to this village, he felt that everything on the streets was incomparably novel. Suddenly hearing someone call his name, he turned his head and recognized a familiar face. He could not help but ask curiously, "So it's Junior Martial Brother Wu. Why are you here?"
Junior Martial Brother Wu scratched his head and said, "I won't hide it from Senior Martial Brother. A few days ago, my wife sent me a letter asking me to bring back some fragrant boxes and cosmetics."
Han Zuocheng said in shock, "Junior Martial Brother Wu, you're already married?"
Junior Martial Brother Wu revealed an embarrassed expression and said, "I've let Senior Martial Brother see a joke. I was originally a mountain person from the countryside. That was a marriage arranged by my family a long time ago."
Han Zuocheng was puzzled. "Then why did you come up the mountain to cultivate?"
Junior Martial Brother Wu sighed and said, "It's a chaotic world now. Learning some Dao techniques to protect myself will also help me settle down when I go back."
After saying this, he bowed deeply and said, "I hope Senior Martial Brother will not tell others. If my fellow disciples find out, they will definitely laugh at me. I can't stay on the mountain for long."
Han Zuocheng patted his chest and said, "Junior Martial Brother, don't worry. I'm not someone who speaks carelessly. I guarantee that other than you and me, no one else will know about this.
Junior Martial Brother Wu secretly laughed and thought to himself, 'I'd be a fool if I trusted this mouth of yours.'
He was good at reading people's minds. He knew that if a person told his secrets to others, that person would feel that they were a level higher than him. They would think that they had seen through him and would be less guarded.
On the surface, he put on a grateful expression and pulled Han Zuocheng's sleeve. He said enthusiastically, "It's rare for Senior Martial Brother to come down the mountain. There's a good place to have fun eighty li from here. Let me be the host and bring Senior Martial Brother there to have a good time."
When Han Zuocheng heard that he was going out of town, he immediately hesitated. He felt that something was wrong and said, "Eighty li? I don't know how to fly yet. I'm afraid that I'll only be able to return tomorrow. I won't go. It's better to just stroll around here. "
Junior Martial Brother Wu sighed and said very sincerely, "Senior Martial Brother is not like Junior Martial Brother. You've seen much of the world and are Spiritual Master Zhang's brilliant disciple. This town is filled with common things. How can they enter Senior Martial Brother's eyes? Senior Martial Brother, don't worry. I guarantee that place will satisfy you!"
Being flattered like this, Han Zuocheng was embarrassed to say that he didn't know much, so he hesitantly agreed.
Although He Lianwei was in the restaurant, he was a Devil Sect cultivator. He was separated by a street, but he could still hear the conversation between the two clearly. The disciple with the surname Wu and Han Zuocheng obviously didn't have much of a relationship in the past, but he managed to gain Han Zuocheng's trust with just a few words. He felt that this person was a capable person. If this matter was settled, He Lianwei didn't mind giving Han Zuocheng a secret technique or two.
Seeing that the two of them had been sitting outside the town for two hours, his body suddenly swayed and disappeared from his seat. When he reappeared, he was already stepping on smoke and appeared in the clouds. A bright light shot out from his eyes. After glancing around, he smiled strangely and turned into a rolling black cloud, flying toward the south.
Not long after he left, a clear profound light flew over from the Azure Parasol Mountain. It didn't land but circled above the small town and also flew toward the south.
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