Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

On the martial arts field.

Wang Qiye was a little listless today, still ruing over yesterday's bet. Ma Gan caught three fish, even Li Erhu caught one fish, but Wang Qiye caught 0 fish. Unfortunately, Wang Qiye was the only one who walked back to the mountain gate upside down. But you have to say that the wild fish tasted really good.

"Junior Brother Wang, Senior Sister Yuan invites you."

At some point, Zhao Ruoyun and the three extras had stood in front of Wang Qiye.

"lead the way."

Wang Qiye was not interested.

I walked to the big tree again. It was the same person, the same small square table, and the same recipe.

"I've met Senior Sister Yuan."

Wang Qiye put his hands forward and bowed.

"Brother Wang, how are you? Come and sit down."

Yuan Mengyao returned the greeting.

As soon as Wang Qiye sat down, Yuan Mengyao picked up the wine glass in front of her, filled it by one third, and pushed the cup in front of Wang Qiye.

"Junior brother, please."

Wang Qiye picked up the wine glass, but did not drink it. Instead, he put it close to his nose and smelled it slowly. He didn't know whether it was the aroma of wine or Yuan Mengyao's body fragrance, but it was intoxicating.

"I wonder why Senior Sister Yuan called me here again this time?"

"Junior brother, you don't like this 'Xiaoyao Sanren'."

Seeing that Wang Qiye was reluctant to drink it, Yuan Mengyao couldn't help but urge him.

"No, no, it's just that I can't accept the reward without merit. If Senior Sister doesn't tell me, I dare not drink."

After Wang Qiye finished speaking, he sniffed it with enjoyment.

Yuan Mengyao took a deep breath, as if she had made some decision.

"Actually, I called you here this time because I have a favor to ask of you."

Yuan Mengyao glanced at Wang Qiye and continued speaking.

"Last time Junior Brother mentioned the matter of supernatural powers, Senior Sister couldn't sleep every time she thought about it, so I would like to ask Senior Brother Wan Qing to ask on my behalf."

Wang Qiye was immediately surprised, it turned out to be about the bragging he had done last time.

"Why didn't Senior Sister Yuan ask Junior Sister Zhao about this?"

"Junior Brother Wang, you also know that girls are shy and can't compare to you who are smart and courageous."

Wang Qiye enjoyed Yuan Mengyao's methods of praising people. Although he felt happy, if it was for other things, he would have agreed without hesitation. But in this case, he knew that he was bragging and was in the wrong. He didn't know what to do at the moment, and then he unconsciously smelled the wine.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yuan Mengyao immediately took out another item from her storage bag and pushed it in front of the young man.

"I will definitely not let Junior Brother help me for nothing. Regardless of whether the task is successful or not, I will give this item to you."

Wang Qiye was also shocked when he saw this thing, and he was no longer calm. He hurriedly put down the wine glass in his hand, picked up the sword on the table, and tasted it carefully.

Yuan Mengyao didn't say anything either, but she was relieved by the boy's actions.

This sword is the same size as the wooden sword Wang Qiye usually uses. What's more, this sword is engraved with wood and water elements, which is simply a special weapon tailor-made for him. At this moment, Wang Qiye's heart is not calm. He can't help but tremble at Yuan Mengyao's deep scheming and high means. At this moment, it's not right to accept it, and it's not right not to accept it.

The inscription on this sword can be understood by Wang Qiye now. Once the formation is engraved on a weapon, if you want to change it, you can only go back to the furnace and forge it. Ma Gan had already found out about this magic weapon long ago, and it cost three hundred spirit stones. The only thing that Wang Qiye couldn't understand was that it usually took a year to forge a magic weapon, but Yuan Mengyao got it so quickly, which showed how skilled she was.

Damn, if you can't figure it out, just don't think about it. When did northern men become so timid?

"I'll take this job."

Drink these words with the wine.

"Okay, after this is done, if Junior Brother Qiye has anything to ask of me, I will never refuse."

"Sister, please wait for my good news. I will take my leave first."

"Junior brother, walk slowly."

As soon as he returned to the sword practice area, Wang Qiye regretted it and cursed inwardly while holding his newly acquired sword.

"Wang Qiye, ah Wang Qiye, you are more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything."

Not satisfied with the scolding, he slapped himself on the right cheek. Damn, it hurts a bit.

"Hey, Wang Qiye, where did you pick up this sword?"

Liu Qingqing looked up and down at Wang Qiye's newly acquired sword.

"I want you to manage."

Wang Qiye was not in the mood to pay attention to her now. He was still worrying about how to report to Yuan Mengyao.

Hearing this, Liu Qingqing didn't tolerate him anymore and kicked Wang Qiye on the shoulder, knocking him to the ground.

"damn thing."

"are you crazy?"

Wang Qiye cursed back, rubbing his shoulders and sitting up again. What should he do? He started to worry again.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and there was still no progress.

Wang Qiye has already used a real sword to practice with Liu Qingqing. An excellent swordsman must first be familiar with his sword, from weight, length, texture, to inscriptions, and must never leave the sword. This is what Ma Gan specifically inquired about after observing Wang Qiye's sword.

Wang Qiye combined the fragments of information from his previous life and believed that it was true. Only by hearing the breathing of this knife could his swordsmanship reach perfection.

"Junior Brother Wang, Senior Sister Yuan wants to discuss something with you."

After knowing that Wang Qiye was doing something important for Yuan Mengyao, Zhao Ruoyun became much more polite today.

"Well, let's go."

The debt collector came, and Wang Qiye took small steps slowly. What should he do? Tell the truth later? Then it is very likely that this road of cultivation will come to an end. If a person is not ruthless, he will not be able to stand firm. It seems that he can only continue to lie.

When he came to the big tree again, Wang Qiye was filled with emotion.

"I've met Senior Sister Yuan."

"Brother Qiye, there's no need to be so polite. Please take a seat."

As he spoke, he was about to pick up the wine glass in front of him and pour wine for Wang Qiye, obviously a little anxious.

Wang Qiye quickly reached out to stop Yuan Mengyao.

"Sister Yuan, please wait a moment. My cultivation has progressed too fast recently and I can no longer drink this wine."

"You are too abrupt, Senior Sister. So, there are still three cups of wine left in this pot. Senior Sister will give them to Junior Brother now. It won't be too late to drink after Junior Brother has achieved a breakthrough in his cultivation."

As he said this, he pushed the pot of "Xiao Yao San Ren" which was almost empty in front of Wang Qiye.

Wang Qiye should have been happy to hear this, but for some reason, he felt bitter and sour in his heart. He immediately picked up the wine pot and sniffed it habitually. Why is it so fragrant? Did he just grab Yuan Mengyao's hand? Or is it that Yuan Mengyao has held the wine pot so many times that even the wine bottle smells good? Until this time, even if Wang Qiye is slow, he should have realized that Yuan Mengyao's practice of supernatural powers is fake, and her secret communication with Senior Brother Wan Qing is real. He is just a matchmaker, and this woman's scheming is really terrible. Originally, he thought that this silly girl believed his lies, but he didn't expect that after hunting eagles all day, she was pecked blind by an eagle. He immediately became ruthless.

"Senior Brother Wan Qing has been thinking hard all night and finally has some ideas,"

Hearing this, Yuan Mengyao was somewhat moved and smiled happily.

Wang Qiye only felt a pear blossom slowly unfolding before his eyes, and the breeze brought the fresh fragrance of the blossoming flower, which was truly intoxicating.

Killing is not enough, you are going to kill the men and women with a butcher knife. Die, you bitch.

"When an ice cone is released, there is a shadow. The shadow turns into an ice cone again. There are two shadows. The shadow turns into an ice cone again. Then ice creates shadow, shadow creates ice, ice creates shadow, shadow creates ice, shadow creates ice, ice creates shadow, shadow creates ice, and so on and so forth."

This lie aroused two stars in front of his eyes, which came closer and closer, so that Wang Qiye did not dare to look at the light again and lowered his head.

"Thank you very much, Junior Brother. You have worked hard, Junior Brother Qiye."

"Junior brother has something important to do, so I'll take my leave now."

Wang Qiye was extremely nervous at the moment, afraid of being exposed. He did not dare to wait any longer and just stood up and ran away, leaving Yuan Mengyao behind who had already lost her composure.

When Wang Qiye returned to the sword practice area, his heart was still beating wildly. Suddenly, he felt something in his hand, and found that the pot of wine was still in his hand. For some reason, Wang Qiye brought the pot closer to smell it. Perhaps his heartbeat was too fast, so that the bottle echoed. He was caught off guard and drank two doses of sweetness, which intoxicated his heart and made his heart explode. The blood that had nowhere to vent flowed back to his limbs. At this time, Wang Qiye just wanted to moan.