After lunch, Xu Qinghou walked alone on the mountain road, slowly digested it first, and then went to a cave on a hill to practice swordsmanship. This was his always a habit.

He was once born in Zhongming Ding Food House, but when he was young, his family was in trouble. His father died in prison and left nothing but the name he gave him. His mother took him to wander and lived in miserable life. Finally, he met his benefactor. Not only did he bring himself to the Sword Sect and successfully got started, he also found a relaxed and stable job for his mother in Dayi Town at the foot of the mountain.

Knowing that his talent is not particularly outstanding, Xu Qinghou worked harder and practiced hard every day without any plagiarism. He was also considered to be at the upper level in the second grade.

At this time, many disciples like this will have a restful lunch break, and he must hurry up and practice.

When he walked to a cave entrance, Xu Qinghou walked in happily. This was the place where he practiced swords at noon every day.

When I arrived on the flat ground inside, I found someone standing inside. I was shocked and unsheathed my sword and drank: "Who is here!"

The man turned around quietly, and Xu Qinghou was surprised and happy, "My benefactor?"

The man raised his index finger to his mouth, "Shh!"

Xu Qinghou said softly: "My benefactor, why are you here?"

The man smiled slightly, "Let's see how your practice has been progressing recently?"

Xu Qinghou said: "It's not very soon, I disappointed my benefactor."

The man patted his shoulder, "It's okay, it's already good. I heard that you are about to start the group trial?"

Xu Qinghou said: "Well, but I know my strength. The sword stone will definitely not have my share."

"How can we say that? We monks are already going against the will of heaven, so how can we be afraid before fighting?" The man was a little dissatisfied.

Xu Qinghou hurriedly said, "My benefactor teaches me that I will work hard and strive for a good ranking."

The man said with relief: "That's right. If you don't have this heart, I can't help you."

Xu Qinghou's eyes lit up, "Can you help me with benefactor?"

In his mind, his benefactor is omnipotent, and everything he has to do is thanks to him. He was very excited to hear that his benefactor wanted to help him.

The man nodded, "You have done a good job over the past year. I admire you very much, so I don't want you to miss the opportunity of the Sword Stone."

Xu Qinghou lifted his robe and knelt down on his knees, "Thank you, mercy."

The man helped him up, "Whether this success or not depends on yourself. The opportunity is rare. You must seize it well. If you miss this, there will be no hope for the road!" After speaking, his tone gradually became serious.

Xu Qinghou said solemnly.

The man said again: "I have a mantra here. I teach you. This mantra can be used for you for a short time by controlling the soul beasts in it. However, in order not to be detected by the people under surveillance and trials, you only have one chance to change shifts at night, and the time is no more than three incense sticks. How do you think you can use it?"

Xu Qinghou lowered his head and thought quietly, but the man didn't urge him. After a while, Xu Qinghou's eyes lit up again, "Give it a snatch?"

The man nodded, "The son is teachable."

After receiving encouragement, Xu Qinghou began to improve his plan.

"That is, on the night of the next day, after two days, a lot of soul crystals have been collected, and they are more or less tired or injured. At that time, the army of soul beasts rushed up, and those people can only crush the jade tablets, and I can go and clean the battlefield by myself."

The man mentioned, "It's important to surround who is important, you can't surround everyone."

Xu Qinghou nodded, yes, if you want to do it, you have to make a big one. Who? Could it be that you can do Zheng Fulong's team?

The man asked, "Do you have a goal?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Xu Qinghou's mind, and there was a!

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"If done, you can write the name you want to write on it."

In a secret mountain forest, a woman took out a letter of appointment of the Cui Family Elder Hall to appoint deacons of the Shu Kingdom branch and handed it to Cui Gu.

Cui Gu looked at the light paper with a scorching look, and the unconcealed desire made his eyes stay on the woman's right hand.

The huge industry and power of the Cui family in Qinghe needs to be managed by many talents.

According to the feudal division of the Daduan Dynasty, the Cui family also changed its industries to a pattern with various princes as branches, Tianjing City as its headquarters, and Cui family as its core.

Shu has been prosperous since ancient times, and the Shu branch was second only to the Tianjing City and the Wu branch among the Cui clan, and it is of great importance.

Each branch has one general manager and one deputy general manager, plus five deacons.

You can imagine how powerful and important this deacon’s chair has.

Cui Gu was born next to him and was named relative of the Cui family, but in fact he was never taken seriously by the Cui family's direct descendants.

For the sponsorship letter, his parents exhausted the last bit of incense.

Unfortunately, he is not outstanding in the sect. He has even doubted the possibility of truly making a name for himself by practicing cultivation.

If he hadn't felt the luxury and scenery that the Cui family enjoyed, perhaps he could have spent his life with peace of mind.

Although he is a branch, his family is still well-off. At least he has reached the third level and four level. This is an unattainable life for most ordinary people.

But the helpless thing is that he has seen and felt it before, so he is unwilling to accept it.

As the saying goes, if I had never seen the light, I could have endured the darkness.

Cui Gu knew very well that if he wanted to get such benefits, the price he paid would inevitably be huge.

So he tried his best to cover up his excitement, "What do I need to do?"

The woman looked at Cui Gu deeply and said, "I was entrusted by the eldest son. The future eldest son hopes that you can become his confidant."

The eldest son, the eldest son of the Cui family, Cui He.

The other party threw out such a big pie, but Cui Gu didn't say anything at this moment, waiting for the woman to get to the point.

The woman nodded slightly to Cui Gu's calmness, "I have three special talismans here, which were drawn when the Sixiang Mountain was in full swing. You just need to connect with blood in advance, and then you can trigger it. Each talisman has its own magical use, and the power of the talisman is equivalent to that of the peak monk of the third realm. The eldest son hopes that you can enter the third level."

The woman paused, "At the same time, the eldest son does not want the eldest lady to enter."

Cui Gu said in horror: "You want me to kill the eldest lady?!!"

The woman sneered, "Can you kill you? Do you dare? Killing is the most direct and stupid way. Why does the eldest lady keep pressing on the eldest son? Isn't it because the ancestors like her talent? If a genius cannot be called a genius, why can she enjoy glory in the name of a genius? If she is like you, what kind of face is worthy of the ancestors' eyes?"

Cui Gu struggled, knowing that there would only be one chance like this, so he finally gritted his teeth, sweated, and nodded heavily.

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A disciple Shi Wei, who had already opened a cave in the Sword Sect to practice, walked down the mountain and came to Dayi Town. He found an ordinary restaurant, asked for a private room to sit down, ordered a few spicy and fragrant side dishes, ordered a pot of wine, and ate and drank on his own.

A middle-aged man pushed the door and walked in, pulled open the stool and sat down, picked up the chopsticks and ate, and poured himself a few cups.

After a little enjoyment, the middle-aged man sighed: "The dishes here are spicy and spicy, and they are indeed better than ours."

Sway sighed lightly, "After staying for a long time, I still think about the one at home."

The middle-aged man smiled, "It's getting soon, I'll wait for another two or three years."

Sway raised his eyebrows, "Do you have eyebrows?"

"Guess." The middle-aged man spread his hands, "I don't know, and I don't dare to ask."

"Hey! Is there anything I can let you come." After sighing, Sway asked casually with a bite of the dish.

The middle-aged man's expression turned extremely serious, lowered his voice, and gestured a number in his hand, "This person has secretly ran to the Sword Sect."

Sway was holding a piece of fish and pausing in the air. If you were not careful, the fish was shattered and fell into the basin. A few drops of red soup splashed and fell on Sway's mountain brocade robe.

The middle-aged man's words made him feel even more shocked.

"The master has spoken, so he can't go back alive."

Shi Wei calmed down, drank three glasses of wine, and sipped out a sip of wine and said, "The day after tomorrow they happened to have a trial."
Chapter completed!