Although the spiritual energy of Xiaolianhua Peak is less than that of other places, the scenery is even better than that of other places.

Wang Yu walked on the path leading to the back mountain, with thin clouds and mist on both sides, and from time to time, you could hear the sound of cranes.

This kind of beauty discovered inadvertently in the hazy is more attractive than the direct sensory stimulation.

Not long after, the two arrived at the place.

It was a valley with a bamboo forest in the middle.

"When I arrived at the place, I will prepare thatched grass for you. These bamboos must be cut by themselves and cannot be done by others."

Shao Qing took out a hatchet from somewhere and handed it to Wang Yu and said, "If you want to cut a hundred pieces, you won't have many, no less, you can do it yourself, I'll leave first."

"Please post more than four senior brothers."

"Hahaha, okay, okay, well, let's transport it together after you finish chopping." Shao Qing smiled with a cry of crying, "I didn't have anyone to help you, senior brother, you guys are lucky."

As he said that, he walked back with his hands on his back, shaking his head and shaking his head.

Wang Yu held the hatchet and tried the sharp blade. A slight stinging sensation came and his fingers were cut directly.

"This thing, in the mundane world, probably can catch up with the sword?"

Shaking his head, he started working.

The bamboo here is very hard, and even if the hatchet is sharp, it still takes one stick of incense to cut off one.

Fortunately, Wang Yu's body has been greatly developed, so it is not too tiring to do such physical work.

Bang, bang, bang, the sound of chopping bamboos adds a bit of popularity to this fairyland-like place.

On the other side, in the open space of Xiaolianhua Peak, Yu Qian and Peng Hai gathered in Jiuhuo's room.

The three of them sat down around a table, all silent and their expressions were very heavy.

After a long time, Yu Qian couldn't stand this atmosphere first, "Wine and fire, those people will follow their troubles, what does it have to do with our Qinglian lineage?"

She slapped the table with a little anger on her face, "We practice our way, they fight for their profits, can't we have nothing to do with each other?"

Jiuhuo sighed and shook his head and said, "It's really that simple. There is no end to the eggs when the nest is destroyed. Now the head of Yuan Zhen's life is not much. Apart from the elders of our sect, the court and other sects are also spying on it. It's not easy for us to stay out of it."

His words made the two of them look even more ugly. Peng Haimumu said, "If it weren't for the master, she..."

"Shut up!"

Yu Qian scolded, "We should not talk about elders as disciples."

Peng Hai's face froze and he stopped his voice in disappointment.

The oldest disciple of Jiuhuo seat has been following Master Qinglian for the longest time and knows the most, but he cannot say many things, especially from his mouth.

The master is so proud. Faced with the gossip in the sect, Jiuhuo has never seen her care for all these years.

But if it was a few apprentices talking about it, it would really hurt her heart.

"Okay, the soldiers come to block the enemy. At worst, we can block the mountain and not interact with those outside."

Jiuhuo didn't want to discuss those things, so he said instead: "My junior brother Wang Yu is very talented. If I teach him on behalf of the master, I may delay it. Let her come in person later."

"I was born with all my meridians and I was considered a genius on the other peaks. The unknown spiritual roots are a bit worrying. I hope it's not just a useless spiritual root."

Yu Qian also smiled and looked very happy.

Among the disciples of Xiaolianhua Peak, the worst qualifications in Jiuhuo were Yu Qian, followed by Peng Hai.

Before Wang Yu came, Shao Qing was the best talent, so although they scolded him, they actually had great hope for him.

Now a more talented Wang Yu has come, which is simply blessed by God.

It's no wonder Jiuhuo dared not teach things on behalf of his master. If he didn't have enough ability and delayed Wang Yu, he would probably regret it to death.

Compared to the intrigues of other peaks and the jealousy of the virtuous and capable, the Little Lotus Peak is completely the opposite.

A few senior brothers and sisters wish that their junior brothers are as good as possible.

All this is related to the fact that Qinglian Zhenren is involved. They usually don’t go down the mountain without going down the mountain. If they don’t come into contact with those people, they will never go into contact with them.

If Jiuhuo hadn't acted like fighting with people at any time, life would have been more difficult.

At least now, no one dares to be greedy for the spirit stones issued by the sect every month.

"Let's go and see how my junior brother is doing. Then, when the master comes out in the evening, he will officially let him become a disciple."

Jiuhuo's proposal was agreed by the other two, and they also wanted to observe Wang Yu more.

Compared to Shao Qing, this junior brother looks much more calm, but he doesn’t know what his true nature is.

The task of cutting a hundred bamboos actually contains some inquisitive tests.

Several people have experienced it, and it is exactly the opposite of the qualification ranking. Shao Qing performed the worst, while Jiuhuo was the best.

I wonder if Wang Yu's arrival will break this strange law.

...

At noon, under the scorching sun, the fog had dissipated.

The place where Wang Yu is located is not backlit, so if you want to continue working, you have to stand against the vicious sun.

Moreover, as Wang Yu cut more bamboos, the more energy he spent, he had spent. At this time, he had cut less than forty pieces and was already exhausted.

How long has it been since I felt tired?

Wang Yu doesn't remember it, it seems that it has been a long time. If we count the time he spent, we have spent a complete life in the world of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, plus the days of other worlds and the main world, it may have been two hundred years, right?

After the bronze door was opened, he would not be cold, tired, or hungry.

Now that this long-lost feeling has reappeared, Wang Yu doesn't hate it, and even feels a little happy.

"Depending on the low-key development, when you learn skills here, you can experience this big world well."

He murmured silently in his heart that he must not use his temperament before he has absolute strength, otherwise he would have to go back early.

With mechanical waving his arms, Wang Yu vaguely heard the woman's laughter.

He looked around and found that he had gotten up. On the stone not far behind him, a woman of about ten years old was sitting.

She was covered in green gauze and her beautiful appearance made her look like a fairy walking out of a painting.

Especially that head, it is higher than that of an ordinary man.

"Idiot, what are you looking at?" the woman cursed with a smile.

Wang Yu did not speak, but withdrew his gaze and continued to chop wood.

No matter who this woman is, what is her identity, or why she appears in this bamboo forest, it has nothing to do with him.

Bang bang bang bang!

The sound of hatchet chopping on the bamboo kept ringing, and Wang Yu was doing his own thing very focused.

The woman waited for a while, and saw that he had no idea of ​​speaking, her eyes turned and said pretty: "You are so stupid, you are just a few bamboos. I will cast spells for you. Just move your fingers to get it done."

Wang Yu remained silent and ignored him.

The woman was a little angry, jumped off the stone, walked over with her long legs.

"Hey, you are so rude. I'm talking to you."
Chapter completed!