Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 176: Three and a half years passed, and now he's a fat boy!
Since Jin Ping'er left, Sanyimen has entered the most dull period of time.

Time flies by like a white horse passing by.

Now, three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Three years is not a long time, but it can bring some changes to Trinity School.

The lower house gradually accepted several groups of people, most of whom were children from nearby towns, villages and mountains, or beggars.

Unfortunately, most of them do not have the qualifications to practice Qi, and the few who can practice Qi do not have the mental qualities to meet the standards, so they naturally cannot be admitted.

Now let’s talk about the mountain. Because of their different ages, qualifications, personalities, and levels of diligence, the seven disciples’ cultivation progress is naturally different.

There are now four people who have passed the first level of reverse life——

They are the second oldest Feng Baoshan, the third oldest Guo Dazhuang, the fourth oldest Yu Zhuo, and the sixth oldest Fu Wujiu.

Among the four, Feng Baoshan was the oldest and had the most stable personality, so he passed the first level.

Guo Dazhuang and Yu Zhuo followed closely behind, relying on their good talents and good understanding.

As for Fu Wujiu, although he looks like a thin young scholar, he is actually a talented person with a very tenacious character.

Speaking of his breakthrough, Xu Zhiqiu was somewhat surprised.

The remaining three, Xu Feixiong, Yu Qing and Liu Yingying, were never allowed in due to their erratic personalities or young age.

There is one more thing worth mentioning -

Some time ago, the old man Zhou Yixian finally gritted his teeth and made up his mind to send his granddaughter here.

Out of a cautious and responsible attitude, Xu Zhiqiu first arranged Zhou Xiaohuan in the lower house and had been observing her for some time.

As he expected, Zhou Xiaohuan was suitable for entry.

In recent days, he was planning to adopt this child.

Although she is two years older, she can still be listed after Liu Yingying and be the "senior sister".

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At noon,

Guo Dazhuang led a middle-aged man in a long robe into the hall.

"Master, my uncle is here."

Xu Zhiqiu put down the note in his hand, looked up, and smiled:

"Master Wang, you are so noble."

"Ouch, Master Xu picked on me!"

Wang Zifu hurried forward and bowed deeply, apologizing repeatedly, saying that he had been busy recently and had not had time to visit, and other polite words.

Over the past three years, Wang Zifu has gained a lot of weight.

Don't be fooled by his big belly and fat on his face.

Today, he has become the well-known leader of [Qingzhuyuan].

He has more than thirty disciples and is even more wealthy than Xu Zhiqiu.

Logically speaking, he is the head of a school, but he still calls him "Master Xu".

Xu Zhiqiu understood his feelings, but Qingzhuyuan was not affiliated with Trinity, and it would not sound good if the news got out.

So he corrected him several times and reluctantly established the rules for addressing positions in front of outsiders.

"Master Xu, is this your letter?"

"This is from Master Puhong of Tianyin Temple, regarding the recent developments of the Demon Cult."

After briefly mentioning the letter, Xu Zhiqiu asked him to sit down and asked directly:
"How is the matter I asked you to investigate going? Mainly in the southern Xinjiang area."

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you..."

Wang Zifu shook his head, looking somewhat embarrassed:

"In the past three years, the size of the Cultivation Alliance has continued to grow, and its influence has also been expanding. After all, we are all in the same circle, so if there is something, just say a word..."

"Even though you said so, everyone went out to look for him and ask questions, but still found nothing. It's as if Senior Brother Chongguang... evaporated into thin air."

Xu Zhiqiu frowned: "Nothing gained at all?"

“Yes, but not much.”

Wang Zifu explained it to him in detail:
"Southern Xinjiang is vast and sparsely populated. Apart from the barbaric tribes living in the Hundred Thousand Mountains that stretch for thousands of miles in the far south, the people who have lived in the border areas of Southern Xinjiang for generations are roughly divided into five major tribes: Miao, Tu, Zhuang, Li, and Gaoshan."

"As far as we know, Senior Brother Chongguang's branch belongs to the Gaoshan tribe. Most of this tribe lives in Tianshui Village, which matches the information you gave. But we asked the people in the village, and they all said that they had not found any trace of him."

"..." After listening, Xu Zhiqiu fell silent, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"You said..." Wang Zifu put forward his own guess, "Is it possible that Senior Brother Chongguang was captured and imprisoned by Fenxiang Valley?"

After thinking about it, Xu Zhiqiu shook his head.

"If that's the case, they will come to me to ask for the Xuanhuojian as soon as possible."

Wang Zifu looked worried and hesitant:

"So... or something went wrong?"

"No, the thirty-six thunder gods' magic power is planted in him. If something really happens, I will sense it."

As Xu Zhiqiu spoke, he folded his arms, sighing, and feeling both amused and helpless.

After all, he understands his own disciples better than outsiders.

"You bastard is hiding. Not only is he hiding from Fenxiang Valley, he's also hiding from me..."

Seeing him so helpless, Wang Zifu comforted him:

"Master, don't worry. With all of us helping to look for him, we will eventually find him."

"No."

Xu Zhiqiu shook his head.
"Thank you for your trouble. Please withdraw all the people."

"Yes."

Seeing him say this, Wang Zifu had no choice but to obey.

Now, the seven disciples under Xu Zhiqiu have only heard that there is a senior brother above them, but have never had the chance to meet him. What does this mean?

The painting paper was torn and the person disappeared, and this went on for three and a half years.

This made him, a Sanyi Sect leader, furious. Thinking of this incident, he couldn't help but curse:

"This bastard is going to rebel against the heaven."

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Speaking of how big the world is, ancient books record that the world is eighty-four thousand miles away in all directions.

To be honest, no one has measured it with a ruler.

Let's not talk about how big it is.

But one thing is certain - there should be countless paradises on earth.

Haven't you heard that there is a paradise in southern Xinjiang, surrounded by mountains, with gurgling streams and flowers blooming all year round.

The houses are lonely, and the few people live in peace. The old and the young are happy, contented and at leisure.

In such a place with peach garden scenery and isolated village.

The woman's heart-wrenching moans and the midwife's hysterical cries all tore at Wu Chongguang's nerves.

He paced back and forth without stopping, and before he knew it, he had dug a ditch under his feet.

Three and a half years have passed, and the childishness on his face has long been worn away.

He is only seventeen years old now, but his chin is already covered with a thick layer of stubble.

It has some symptoms of "excessive androgen secretion" of people of southern Xinjiang descent.

In the house behind him, his wife Yan Hong was struggling to give birth.

As a husband and soon to be a father, one can imagine how he feels at this moment.

His wife's cries made his heart beat wildly and he could not think calmly. He could only clench his fists tightly.

He hoped in his heart that

Even if it is a bad fate, God is merciful and should give him a good ending, right?
The screams became more and more heart-wrenching, as if he was using up all his strength for the next lifetime.

Suddenly,

A loud cry pierced the clouds in the sky.

“Hmmmm—hmmmm—”

Wu Chongguang almost jumped up on the spot.

At this time, the midwife inside shouted:
"Boy! Big fat boy!"

(End of this chapter)