Scourge the heavens

Linghu Chong's resounding song "Two Butterflies" made his soul ecstasy.

Especially after being drunk, the way Linghu Chong and Tian Boguang hooked up shoulder to shoulder made Taoist Qingsong who fell on the ground turn his head in disgust.

The little nun's cheeks were reddish, and she covered her ears shyly with her hands.

It's just that the little nun is also fun, with her lowered head still sneaking glances at Linghu Chong from time to time.

"Linghu Chong, you're doing great!" The drunk Tian Boguang clicked his tongue and gave Linghu Chong a thumbs up word by word.

"Hmm?" Linghu turned his head suspiciously after finishing singing.

"In the past, I, Tian Boguang, thought that I could be regarded as a romantic person, but after meeting you, I was convinced and threw myself into the ground!"

"Not to mention martial arts and character, even the slang songs you sang casually are so melodious, you are simply a role model for us!"

Tian Boguang pulled Linghu Chong, his face was full of admiration and respect, as if he had met a fellow expert, the two walked crookedly towards the downstairs.

The little nun with a dazed face was left standing there blankly, not knowing what to do.

"Brother Tian, ​​why did you say that? I don't dare to take it!" Linghu Chong was in a daze at the moment, and habitually said modestly.

"Why don't you dare to be a disciple?" Seeing Linghu Chong's modesty, Tian Boguang quickly retorted: "I think, Brother Linghu Chong, don't be a disciple of the Huashan School in the future!"

"If you don't want to be Huashan's disciple, then what should I do?" Linghu Chong supported Tian Boguang, and the two came to the stairs.

"What's so good about being a Huashan disciple? Why don't you come with me and be a flower-picking thief?"

"The Flower Picker?"

"That's right! With Brother Linghu's talent, it would be a pity not to be a flower picker!"

"Forehead?"

"Then we can sing together, honey, you fly slowly."

The two walked down the stairs shoulder to shoulder and disappeared in the crowd after a while.

The two talked eloquently, and along the way, they attracted many people from all walks of life to give pointers.

"Hey, it's interesting." Wei Qiu took a sip of the hot tea in his cup, smiled lightly and stood up.

After casually glanced at the neighboring table, he waved to a hunchbacked young man: "You, come here."

"What's your order?" The hunchbacked boy was startled when he saw Wei Qiu calling him, and then walked over obediently.

"I'm just telling you one thing, your parents have gotten rid of Yu Canghai." Looking at the hunchbacked young man in front of him, Wei Qiu lowered his voice and moved his mouth in a low voice.

"What?" The hunchbacked boy was visibly startled, looking at Wei Qiu warily.

"Heh, I'm just telling you the news. As for whether you believe it or not, it's none of my business." After speaking, Wei Qiu took the little boy and left without looking back.

Wei Qiu disappeared at the gate of the restaurant, but the hunchbacked boy was in shock, because he was Lin Pingzhi.

Compared to Lin Pingzhi, the old man at the next table was sweating profusely on his forehead, and the granddaughter beside him was puzzled: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

"Murder Sword Wei Qiu, what a terrifying evil spirit!" the old man murmured in a deep voice, heaving a sigh of relief.

The little girl sitting next to the old man didn't know that Wei Qiu's casual glance just now gave the old man the feeling of facing Dongfang Bubai.

On the street, there is a lot of traffic.

Wei Qiu went to buy pens, ink and cotton silk, and then slowly returned to the Yuelai Inn.

Back in the room, the little boy took the dagger and practiced the evil swordsmanship by himself, while Wei Qiu took out the pen, ink and cotton silk he bought.

At the same time, he also took out the evil sword manual.

According to the words and patterns of the evil sword manual, Wei Qiu drew them on another cotton silk.

It may be that Wei Qiu's ability to control has reached a terrifying level after his strength has improved.

During the whole copying process, Wei Qiu was able to do it perfectly.

This kind of meticulous control made Wei Qiu feel a little tired of it, and copied three more evil sword manuals in one breath.

As a person who pursues perfection, Wei Qiu burned the first piece of cotton silk that was out of shape, leaving only three identical manuscripts.

Wei Qiu put away the manuscripts of the three evil sword manuals before stretching in satisfaction.

Glancing at the little boy who was still practicing his sword, Wei Qiu remembered the forging cheats given to him by the shop owner in the blacksmith shop.

With nothing else to do, Wei Qiu opened the package and began to read book by book to pass the time.

[Blacksmith lv1]

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Qiu suddenly heard a notification sound.

This sudden thing made Wei Qiu stunned for a moment, and then chose to check the system panel.

【Name: Wei Qiu】

【Age: 15 years old】

[Zongmen: Huashan School]

[Level: Third-Level Elementary]

[Cultivation techniques: Taixuan Sutra lv7, Huashan Basic Heart Technique lv10 (Consummation), Dugu Nine Swords lv7, Huashan Sword Technique lv10 (Consummation)]

【Trick: Three Mountains and Five Sacred Mountains】

[Occupation: Blacksmith lv1]

【Cause point: 19154!】

Sure enough, an additional profession was added to the system panel, and Wei Qiu had an extra blacksmith rank.

But this thing is different from the exercises, there is no hint, and Wei Qiu doesn't know how to upgrade.

Do you want to be a blacksmith?

Wei Qiu thought about it silently, and then chose to ignore it.

Wei Qiu himself is not very interested in such dispensable things.

However, the promotion of the first class caught Wei Qiu's attention, and indeed there was a promotion of the level, reaching the third elementary class.

If nothing else, Wei Qiu's current strength is almost unmatched in the entire arena.

Except for the missing Feng Qingyang and Heimuya's Dongfang Bubai, it's hard to make Wei Qiu afraid of anyone else.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and there was still one day left before Liu Zhengfeng's Jinpen washing hands meeting.

The sky is dawning, and the morning light is slightly dew.

After these few days of practice, the little boy's swordsmanship has achieved initial results, so Wei Qiu left him in the inn.

Taking a copy of the Evil Resisting Sword Manual with the cotton silk, Wei Qiu hurried to the inn where the Huashan School was located.

Wei Qiu didn't immediately meet the other seniors, but went up to the roof and groped towards the backyard of the hotel.

After searching for a while, Wei Qiu found the location of his master Yue Buqun.

Compared with the original book, not only the master Yue Buqun, but also the master Ning Zhongze came to Hengshan City this time.

Now that things have changed, Wei Qiu, who is hiding on the roof, intends to reverse the order of the plan.

"Brother, recently I've been hearing people talking about Wei Qiu, how powerful he is."

"But I'm always a little worried. You said this kid has always been a ghost, why is there no trace of him this time?"

A gentle female voice came from the room, it was the voice of Wei Qiu's mistress Ning Zhongze.

"Master, are you worried about me?" Before Yue Buqun could speak, Wei Qiu on the roof suddenly poked his head playfully towards the inside.

"You little devil, you are not afraid of falling if you climb so high!" Ning Zhong raised his head and saw Wei Qiu on the roof, and complained angrily.

"Hey!" Wei Qiu smiled easily, rolled over from the roof, and stood in front of Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze.

"Hmph, how long have you been out, kid, and your wings have hardened?" Yue Buqun grimaced habitually when he saw Wei Qiu.

"Master, please don't scold me, I have something to give to you and my wife quietly." Wei Qiu came behind Yue Buqun with a playful smile, and pinched Lao Yue's shoulders familiarly.

"So flattering your master, you're afraid you've caused a disaster outside, right?" Ning Zhong asked angrily and amusedly when he saw Wei Qiu's appearance.

Wei Qiu smiled mysteriously, and then put the package behind him in front of the master and wife.

"Sneaky, tell me, what's in it?" Ning Zhong asked nonchalantly.

"This is the Lin family's evil sword manual!" Wei Qiu said unhurriedly.

"What?" Yue Buqun, who was originally sitting calmly on the chair, stood up from the chair with a 'whoosh'.