Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 15 6 Arts Ending

Five o'clock.

Today is the last day of the Six Arts.

The only thing that made Wang Qiye feel relieved was that there were still eleven spirit stones left, ten of which were borrowed from Li Erhu the day before yesterday.

Wang Qiye decided to take all the spiritual stones with him today and spend them all. Spiritual stones are bastards, we can earn more after we spend them all.

He cast a water ball spell and washed his face.

"Wang Qiye, get up quickly!"

Hey, Li Erhu and Ma Gan are here.

"Woke up."

Putting all the spirit stones on the desk into his arms, Wang Qiye turned his back to ask the sky and opened the door.

"Let's go and eat first."

The three of them came to the cafeteria and got their meals.

"What delicious food do you think Ji Rulanxue will bring today?"

"I think it should be three meat dishes, five vegetable dishes and a bowl of soup."

Wang Qiye was so greedy after hearing this that he felt the bun in his hand didn’t taste as good anymore.

"Why do I feel like today's meal is four meat dishes and four vegetable dishes?"

"Bullshit, I think it's six meat dishes, two vegetable dishes and a bowl of soup."

Ma Gan swallowed his saliva and then took another bite of the bun.

"Ma Gan, you are so thin, you eat a lot, it's a waste,"

Wang Qiye took a sip of the soup.

"I don't see you eating less!"

Ma Gan was not polite to Wang Qiye at all.

"That's called tasting. Do you understand tasting?"

"Look at the way you eat, and you still want to taste it? Ugh."

As he said this, Ma Gan spat on the ground.

"We are not on the same channel. I can't communicate with you."

Wang Qiye couldn't play anymore, so he used the diversion method again.

"Eat quickly, we're waiting for you."

"Come on, come on."

Ma Gan quickly stuffed a bun into two bites and drank the soup in the bowl.

"After eating, let's go."

After the three of them finished eating, they left the cafeteria and came to the big tree on Qingyun Peak. The two girls had already arrived.

"Lan Lingxin, what did Senior Sister Ji Ru do today?"

Wang Qiye couldn't wait any longer.

"Hehe, keep it a secret."

"What's there to keep secret? Senior Sister Murong, please, tell me!"

"Today's main course, this can only swim in the grass, plus the September purple star falls to the mortal world, splashing two flowers into bloom?"

"Oh, my dear senior sister, please stop keeping me in suspense."

Wang Qiye became even more anxious after hearing this and regretted eating two more buns in the morning.

"You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Even if I tell you now, you can't eat it. Let's go. Today is the last day of the Six Arts. If you don't go shopping now, there will be no fun."

"Senior sister, you are so bad."

Wang Qiye followed behind him with a resentful look on his face.

On the last day of the Six Arts, the streets were more crowded than ever, and five people were strolling around the stalls.

"Senior Sister Murong, why don't we set up a stall and bring along Senior Sister Ji Ru? We will make a lot of money from these precious spiritual stones."

Wang Qiye looked at the people on the street with envy.

"Idiot, the stall is set up, what do you want to eat?"

Well, that makes sense. Wang Qiye then realized that he had benefited from this great favor.

“We should add another art to this square, which is food.”

"Cooking is a minor skill after all. Once you reach the Golden Core stage, you can practice fasting, and then your cooking skill will be lost."

Senior Sister Murong said with some sadness.

Wang Qiye then remembered that he was in the world of cultivation. Every unique skill is not achieved in a day. If he practiced cooking, he must have neglected other things. There is gain and loss. Why did he understand it only now!!!

"That?"

"This is her own choice. Everyone has their own path to take?"

Wang Qiye didn't know what to say for a moment. He felt a little heavy, yet a little admiring.

"Extra, Extra, the White-Eyebrowed Eagle shed his blood in the Long River Valley, and the Black Skull Yuanying successfully survived the tribulation."

"Aren't there still four days until the end of the month?"

Wang Qiye turned and asked Murong Xiaoxiao.

"Something big must have happened. It looks like there is a result. Let's go and take a look."

"I'm going to buy the monthly magazine, just wait for me."

Wang Qiye immediately squeezed forward, took out a spirit stone, and bought a copy of Feiniao Monthly from the Taoist boy.

The four of them quickly gathered around and started studying it together.

Four months ago, the news that the eldest disciple of Feiying Fort was seduced by the demon girl of Changhe Valley and betrayed the righteous path spread like wildfire and became a laughing stock. The master of Feiying Fort, the Yuanying cultivator, White-browed Eagle Sima Changfeng, went there alone without revealing his whereabouts. He fought fiercely in Changhe Valley for more than two months, but failed to escape and his blood was shed in Changhe Valley.

Skull Mountain, which had been silent for three years, received reliable news that Black Skull Xiong Ba Tian's Yuanying had successfully passed the tribulation. Skull Mountain also invited heroes from all over the world to attend the Qingyuan Banquet on the fifteenth of next month.

A hero cannot resist the temptation of beauty, Wang Qiye could not help but sigh. I did not expect that there would be such a bloody plot in this world. I wonder how beautiful that witch must be to make a disciple of Feiying Fort give up his bright future and go to the land of tenderness with her.

"Pity."

Fourth Sister Murong couldn't help but sigh and continued.

"Thinking of the White-browed Eagle Sima Changfeng, he was also a first-class hero, but I didn't expect that not only did he lose his integrity in his later years, but he also ended up dead."

"The world is unpredictable."

Ma Gan finally seized the opportunity and showed off wildly.

"It's a pity that the Feiying Fort, with such a huge foundation, has lost two of its leaders. It is undoubtedly like a lamb to be slaughtered."

Senior Sister Murong only felt regretful that she couldn't go and get a piece of the pie.

"Senior Sister Murong, what is this Skull Mountain?"

"That's one of the four pillars of the magic path in this area???"

Ma Gan asked doubtfully?

"I have forgotten everything that happened before. I only remember what happened in the past few months."

"No wonder I felt that your temperament had changed drastically, so this is what happened!"

Li Erhu interjected.

The Skull Mountain, the Thousand Demons Palace, the Joyous Sect, and the Pasturing Mountain Villa together form the four pillars of the Demonic Path. Among them, the Skull Mountain is the most feared by the righteous cultivators.

"why?"

Wang Qiye hurriedly urged Ma Gan to continue.

"Because Skull Mountain eats righteous monks."

Ma Gan's body was already shaking at this moment.

"Ah, what do you mean by eating a righteous monk?"

Wang Qiye was confused.

"The monks eat natural treasures and spiritual beasts to break through their cultivation. Skull Mountain believes that monks are also a kind of spiritual beast. Natural treasures are rare and spiritual beasts are hard to find, but this monk caught a lot of them."

Ma Gan said in a trembling voice.

"hiss."

Cultivation is so scary, I want to go back to Earth, Wang Qiye also took a breath of cold air. This kind of sect has not been exterminated by the righteous path until now, and its strength must be so strong that it can compete with the five major righteous sects. Fortunately, they are not united, otherwise, if they unite, it will be difficult for the righteous path to survive!!!

Wang Qiye suddenly felt a sense of urgency.

"Next time you go down the mountain, be careful, especially if you see a monk with a skull hanging around his neck. Just call for people to surround and kill him. That is the symbol of Skull Mountain."

Senior Sister Murong was mostly filled with resentment.

"We have been immersed in Skull Mountain for three years. We must be unable to hold back now, especially in recent years. It is best not to go down the mountain."

Everyone nodded in unison.

"Let's go to the teahouse in the Drum Tower first. Senior Sister Ji Ru should be here soon."

Lan Lingxin said to everyone.

"Okay, let's go to the teahouse first."

Everyone sat down in the teahouse, and Wang Qiye bought a pot of spiritual tea. Everyone gathered around the Fei Niao Monthly and began to study other news.

An hour later, Ji Rulanxue arrived late.

"dinner time."

Everyone is looking forward to it.

"Today's dishes include crystal shrimp, deep-fried saury, cold-mixed day lily, deep-fried cut cake, hot and sour bamboo shoots, leek and egg, mapo tofu, and eggplant stew."

"Come on, make way. Here comes our main dish today. Dangdangdangdang, hot and sour soup."

Everyone was talking about something so mysterious this morning, and now they were all staring at the main dish. The soup was divided into two colors, blue and green, by a flying snake in the middle, with floating purple strawberries scattered on it, and two unknown flowers on each side, which seemed to be related to the words sour and spicy.

"Hehe, for this soup, let's drink the sour part first, then the spicy part. When we get to the bottom, we can taste both sour and spicy flavors."

Lan Lingxin is showing off again.

"Wonderful."

Everyone shouted in unison and stopped giving in to each other and started scrambling for food, sweeping away the fear they had just felt.

After eating, everyone told Ji Rulanxue the information they had obtained in the morning. The girl turned pale with fear, and everyone was shrouded in fear again. They took out the Asuka Monthly and studied it for a while.

After studying the Asuka Monthly, everyone went out to the street and started strolling around, but they could clearly feel a sense of solemnity in the air.

"Big sale, big sale."

"Come and have a look, everything is 90% off, bargain prices, bargain prices."

"Sold at a loss, broke my bones!!!"

It seems that these vendors have already started clearing out their stocks and selling off their goods.

"Senior Sister Murong, why are all these vendors starting to lower their prices?"

"In the next ten years, there will definitely be a lot of people going down the mountain. If they don't go down, these weapons, pills, and talismans will naturally not be consumed, and they will naturally be a waste in our hands?"

Oh, so that’s it, Wang Qiye understood.

"Then take advantage of the opportunity to stock up now and sell it ten years later, wouldn't that make you rich?"

"Who can predict what will happen in ten years? If you don't seize the time to practice and just covet these small gains, you will end up losing the watermelon and picking up sesame seeds."

Murong Xiaoxiao knocked.

"I am teaching you what I have learned, Senior Sister. I am teaching you what I have learned."

While saying this, Wang Qiye was thinking in his heart that he could spend these nine spiritual stones. He then boldly went to the stall to ask for the price.

"Will you sell this dagger for eight spirit stones?"

Wang Qiye looked at the dagger, which happened to be of wood attribute that he could use. It was only the length of a palm, so it could be tied to the leg.

"You can add some more. This one was originally going to sell for fifty spirit stones."

The sharp-nosed and monkey-faced stall owner looked embarrassed.

"I heard that the mountain will be closed soon. Do you want the spirit stone or the dagger?"

Wang Qiye threatened the stall owner.

"You can sell it if you add a little more."

The stall owner also gritted his teeth.

"I'll add another spiritual stone, but you have to give me this one."

Wang Qiye pointed at the stall owner's five or six half-face black raven masks and said.

"This is a mask made of raven hair. It costs ten spirit stones each. It can block spiritual vision. When you wear it, the other person won't be able to see your face clearly."

The stall owner was very anxious.

"You won't sell it? If you don't sell it, I'll leave."

Wang Qiye stood up and pretended to leave.

"Come back, I'll sell you."

Damn, if you don't call me, I will really leave. Wang Qiye took out the last spiritual stone from his arms and handed it to the stall owner, and took the dagger and half-face mask from the stall owner. He was in a good mood at the moment, sweeping away the fear just now, and sighed that he came to Skull Mountain at the right time.

"How did you harvest?"

Only Senior Sister Murong nodded, which was considered a gain, while no one else gained anything.

at last.

It's time to say goodbye.

For a moment, both sides felt a little heavy.

"Remember to write to me on the 15th of every month."

"must."

Wang Qiye waved his little hands vigorously.

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You bid farewell

Can't bear to see me

Secretly again