Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

Woo! Woo! Woo!

A female Taoist priest was weeping, her face streaked with tears.

Wang Quan put his arm around her slender waist, treating her like a childhood sweetheart, and gently comforted her, "Don't cry, Senior Sister!"

Senior sister looked up, her eyes filled with tears, and kept pounding his chest with her small fists: "It's all your fault, you brat, you smothered the old abbot to death."

Wang Quan was horrified: "Senior sister has misled me!"

"I was just trying to help my master because he was coughing so badly."

The senior student was completely incredulous: "Really?"

Wang Quan patted his chest and declared, "It's more real than real gold!"

"Listen to how strong and powerful my heartbeat is, without any noise. That's enough to prove my sincerity."

The many Taoist priests suddenly realized what was going on and all looked at the senior sister who had raised the question.

The senior sister stood on tiptoe, listening to Wang Quan's heartbeat.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Her heart was pounding strongly, and her senior sister's heart was also pounding wildly: "It's true!"

"You really meant it."

Wang Quan smiled.

The new abbot smiled.

The other Taoist priests also laughed.

Wang Quan, accompanied by a group of childhood friends, congratulated the new abbot and acknowledged his status.

The same applies to the other Taoist priests.

Finally, Wang Quan said earnestly, "Master, I observe that this boy, Xiao Ming, is unwilling to come out to pay homage to you, acknowledge you, or obey your commands."

"This child is surely not human; he harbors malicious intentions!"

"Why not drag him out and chop him up to deter other petty scoundrels?"

The new abbot's eyes lit up: "That makes sense."

He was about to order Xiao Ming dragged out and beheaded when, in the next instant, a look of confusion and struggle flashed in his eyes, and then he coughed:

"Although Xiaoming is hateful, then again, he's just a child!"

"I cannot arbitrarily beat or kill children."

The king... was unwilling.

He then persuaded the new abbot to reform the temple, allowing everyone to begin their spiritual practice ahead of schedule.

A struggle flashed in the new abbot's eyes: "Starting cultivation at sixteen is a tradition passed down from our ancestors."

"Wait a little longer."

Wang Quan nodded.

The black bird flies and the rabbit runs:

In the days that followed, Wang Quan would slander Xiao Ming every now and then, along with his many childhood friends, fabricate numerous charges against him.

He doesn't ask the new abbot to help kill Xiaoming; he only asks that the new abbot not help Xiaoming.

At the same time, he also tricked the abbot into teaching them cultivation in advance.

In order to establish his authority, and because he was really fed up with Wang Quan's antics, the new abbot finally examined Wang Quan's bones and muscles himself and said, "Your bones and muscles are fine now."

"However, you must wait until you are twelve years old before you can begin your training."

"Twelve years old is your limit."

Wang Quan was delighted: "Great!"

"By the way, Xiaoming can't cultivate, right?"

Mentioning Xiaoming, the new abbot snorted coldly, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes: "He's mentally ill; he has to be sixteen to start cultivating."

Upon hearing this, Wang Quan laughed.

He'll cultivate four years ahead of schedule; when the time comes, he'll have plenty of ways to deal with Wang Ming.

"Should I use the Nightmare Victory Technique to kill him? Or the Water Moon Mirror Flower Technique? Or the Dream Killing Technique?"

Thinking of this, he chuckled strangely.

The new abbot shuddered when he saw his strange smile: "Stop laughing!"

"Go find your senior female classmates; they love to see you smile."

Royal power...

Once again, time flies by:

Year after year.

Over the years, the wise and virtuous Wang Ming has been in seclusion, refusing to come out no matter what.

Wang Quan wasn't idle either. He led his many childhood friends, who in turn brought their bamboo horses, and prepared weapons such as knives, spears, clubs, axes, hooks, forks, hammers, battle axes, and fishing nets. They were just waiting for Xiao Ming to come out, give a shout, and kill him in no time.

Every time Xiaoming peeked through the crack in the door and saw this scene, he gritted his teeth in hatred, then activated the "Winning Skill" trick, ultimately remaining in seclusion.

Years passed, and this year, Wang Quan turned twelve.

Having just come of age, he didn't rush to practice magic. Instead, he grabbed a few of his childhood sweethearts and said, "You all take your childhood friends and keep an eye on Xiaoming."

"If he comes out, fire a Cloud Piercing Arrow, and I'll come back and deal with him."

The green plums happily replied, "We understand!"

Wang Quan led the other children on a journey to search for the [Spirit Gourd] that should have existed in history.

He originally thought it would take a long time, or even forever, to find it.

Unexpectedly, he found it on his first outing.

The enormous gourd hung there, and the moment he saw it, he knew it was the [Spirit Gourd].

call!

Wang Quan exhaled a breath of stale air and picked up the gourd.

The gourd changed in the next instant. He shook it and found that it was heavy inside, as if there was water inside.

Wang Quan had an idea and poured the water from the gourd for the green plums to drink.

Qinghe was among them. She took a sip of the gourd water and felt warm all over, her muscles and strength were improving.

"My darling!"

"This treasure is an extraordinary treasure even in the real world."

At this moment, Wang Quan, who was holding the gourd, had a thought: "Such a treasure is best given to Xiao Ming."

"Xiaoming and I are sworn enemies. I'm stronger than him now; he's too weak."

"Give him this treasure so he can become stronger as soon as possible. It will be more interesting when we are evenly matched."

Thinking of this, he slapped himself several times.

"Why would I think such a thing?"

He suppressed his thoughts and returned with many of his childhood friends.

As a result, he had the idea of ​​giving the gourd to Xiaoming more than once on the way.

This infuriated him.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and handed the gourd to Qinghe: "Qinghe, you keep the gourd safe!"

Qinghe hugged the gourd, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

As she laughed, she muttered, "Such a wonderful treasure, give it to Xiaoming!"

Everyone: "Huh?"

"Outrageous!"

"You dare give your brother Fugui's things to your enemy?"

"Are you Xiaoming's lover?"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

A few of her childhood friends went up and slapped her hard across the face several times.

After a series of slaps, Qinghe's eyes cleared.

She quickly gave the gourd to another green plum.

After taking the gourd, Qingmei soon said she would give the treasure to Xiaoming.

The crowd went up and slapped her a few times, and she came to her senses.

Everyone noticed the gourd was unusual, and no one dared to touch it, fearing they would get slapped.

Finally, Qinghe came up with a solution: "Let's tie the gourd together with rope, and no one will touch it."

Wang Quan clapped his hands: "Great idea!"

Then, the group of people hurriedly tied the gourd together, and they all lifted it up.

Even so, Wang Quan could still sense the temptation: "Give the gourd to Xiao Ming, make Xiao Ming stronger, and the way to achieve a balance of power is the best approach."

However, the seductive voice was much weaker than at the beginning.

The royal power can still withstand it.

Many young plums gritted their teeth and persevered.

After returning to Qingfeng Temple, Wang Quan hung the gourd upside down on a large tree and placed a water vat underneath it.

After the water flowed out of the gourd, everyone in the Taoist temple could drink it.

The crowd cheered, and even the abbot praised, "Fugui, you are truly a good person!"

"Such a treasure, and you're offering it to everyone for free."

"How can I possibly thank you!"

Wang Quan grinned, "Teach me the most powerful techniques from the Taoist temple!"

The abbot of Qingfeng Temple had a ferocious expression that kept changing.

After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine!"