Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

"Wang Qiye, hurry up. Today is the annual day for the Six Arts of Immortal Cultivation. If you go too late, there will be no good seats." The sound of a broken gong was heard outside again.

"Here I come." Hey, this Li Erhu, he's always so impatient, why don't you call yourself Li Erhou? If you weren't a little brat, I wouldn't argue with you, damn, it's only five o'clock.

The six arts of cultivation: alchemy, instrument making, talismans, formations, beast exorcism, and spells.

Magic is the first of the six arts. It is usually explained and practiced by all disciples. It is originally for proving the supernatural power, but most monks like to fight. And because of its great power, everyone learns it. They practice hard every day and dare not forget it.

It has been quite a while since I came here. Under the influence of Bagua Wang Ma Gan, Wang Qiye now sneers at the cultivation literature he read in his previous life, especially those who are proficient in all six arts of cultivation. It takes at least 49 days to refine a furnace of elixirs for the Qi Refining Stage, and 81 days at the slowest. It takes a year to make a weapon for the Qi Refining Stage. I can't imagine how it would take decades to make a magic weapon after the Golden Elixir and Nascent Soul Stage. The cultivation literature has misled me too much.

He performed a water ball spell to wash his face. He carried his "Wentian" on his back (when you go out, your identity is given by yourself, so the name of this sword was also given by Wang Qiye himself, is there any problem with this?) and took five spiritual stones with him. When Wang Qiye came out, he saw Li Erhu and Ma Gan waiting on the big stone pier at the door.

"Did you bring the spirit stones?" Wang Qiye asked the two of them, which was also a greeting. Thinking about how he went to withdraw spirit stones from the account yesterday, he secretly sighed at his wisdom.

"I've got it, I've got it, let's go!" Li Erhu was so anxious that he immediately dragged Wang Qiye towards Qingyun Peak. Why not take the cloud boat? Of course, he couldn't bear to part with the spiritual stone. People who have been running in the mountains for many years are naturally proficient in the Lingxi Light Body Technique. As they were talking, the three guys actually competed with each other. The two-hour journey was rushed to the destination by the three of them in one and a half hours.

"Haha, Wang Qiye, have you eaten too much recently? You are out of breath so badly." Ma Gan looked very proud. This kid got first place.

Wang Qiye turned his head and looked at Li Erhu. A thin man has a smaller wind resistance area, so it is understandable that he came first. But why did this guy run ahead of me? Is it because fools have good luck?

"Let's go, there are many people coming to the square." Wang Qiye couldn't let Ma Gan be proud for too long, so he took a deep breath and walked towards the Xiuzhen Liuyi Square.

"What's the hurry?"

The two of them hurriedly followed.

You can think of the Six Arts Competition in Lingxi Valley as a job fair for famous companies. If you have one of the Six Arts, you can get 10 extra points in the year-end competition. If you have learned two arts, you can only get 10 extra points. Lingxi Valley has three Six Arts Competitions a year, each lasting ten days, and one every four months. After this competition, four months later, it will be the annual holy book of the cultivation civilization, the "Demon Elimination Canon".

The Six Arts of Cultivation Competition is attended by disciples in the Qi Refining and Foundation Building stages. After these two stages, if you still don't have any skills, don't force it, just concentrate on cultivation. Therefore, every time the Six Arts of Cultivation Competition is held, in addition to participating in the Six Arts Assessment, merchants from all walks of life gather, and even the surrounding sects will take this opportunity to sell their wares. Some savvy brothers and sisters will take this opportunity to set up stalls and prepare to make a fortune.

Wang Qiye had no memory of the past events of the cultivation civilization. Wang Qiye had only known this world for three months, so this time he came to broaden his horizons. However, there were so many people in the square that he was separated from Ma Gan and Li Erhu, and could only be carried away by the crowd, walking and looking. Since it was the first time to see it, it was all fresh, and he realized that without Ma Gan as the guide, he could only write down the things and stalls that caught his eye, and then go back to Ma Gan and them for advice in the evening.

Tomorrow I should find a hemp rope and put it around the neck of the hemp pole. Wang Qiye secretly hated that there were too many good things to see and he couldn't remember them all. Forget it, I won't remember them all. Damn it, I'll go and queue up for the assessment first.

Wang Qiye looked up and saw a large yellow flag in front of him with the words "Forging Equipment" written on it. Wang Qiye followed the flow of people and squeezed towards the large flag.

When he arrived under the big flag, he saw an eight-immortal table placed next to it. On the table was a stone and iron ornament with the words "Registration Office" written on it. Wang Qiye walked towards the old immortal who was sitting next to the eight-immortal table, looking very solemn.

"Brother, I am honored to be here."

Wang Qiye bowed, then looked up and looked at the senior brother in front of him. Seeing that his clothes were not the same color as Wang Qiye's, Wang Qiye knew that he must be a cultivator above the foundation-building stage. Wang Qiye couldn't help but feel a little envious. As expected, only after the foundation-building stage can one have immortal power. Even the clothes are customized. It is said that those with outstanding specialties have Qi-refining disciples to serve them.

"The registration fee is one spirit stone. It is non-refundable regardless of whether you pass or not."

The old immortal didn't waste any words and didn't even open his eyes when he said these words.

Wang Qiye was not going to learn weapon forging. However, in order to gain more knowledge, he reluctantly handed over a spiritual stone.

"Excuse me, senior brother."

Wang Qiye placed a spiritual stone on the Eight Immortals Table.

After hearing this, the old immortal finally opened his eyes, put away the spirit stone, took out a token the size of a student ruler from his sleeve, wrote a few words with the pen and ink on the table, then threw it to Wang Qiye, and closed his eyes to rest again?

"Go line up in the back."

Wang Qiye took the token and felt it was cold. The middle of the token was solid, and there were hollow patterns carved around it. The number 438 was written on the solid part.

"Brother, can you help me change my number?"

"A spiritual stone."

The old immortal had great power, but he still didn't open his eyes.

Wang Qiye was unwilling and struggled internally. Finally, he gritted his teeth, turned his back, went to the end of the line and lined up.

As soon as I stood still, a three-year-old kid came running over happily.

"Hello, senior brother."

"What are you doing, Junior Brother?"

"Brother, do you want to cut in line? One Spirit Stone."

Oh my god, it's the yellow cattle. Thinking of the suffering I had suffered from the yellow cattle in the past, I no longer had a good face.

"mix."

The brat didn't tolerate Wang Qiye either. He spat on Wang Qiye's Taoist robe and turned around and ran away.

Wang Qiye couldn't bear this loss, so he immediately chased after him. He only took two steps, then remembered that he still had something important to do, so he stopped and cursed. Unexpectedly, the little kid also stopped and turned around to make a face.

"I'm sorry."

Wang Qiye cursed inwardly and could only glare at him. The hairy kid glared back at him, turned around and disappeared in the crowd, out of sight.

Wang Qiye turned around and continued to line up. At the same time, he secretly thought that it seemed that when embarking on the road of cultivating immortals, age could no longer be used to judge one's superiority or inferiority. This little kid was only three years old, but he was so skilled in his business. Thinking about the loss he had suffered from the little girl Yuan Mengyao, he couldn't help but cover his old face with his hands. He had lived like a dog for thirty-seven years.

After waiting in line for two hours, it was finally Wang Qiye's turn. Wang Qiye handed the token to the Taoist boy in front of him.

"Thank you, Junior Brother."

The Taoist boy took the token, turned halfway, and inserted the token into the mouth of a stone lion sculpture next to him. With the sound of the mechanism turning, the lion suddenly jumped off the stone platform and came to life. It kicked its legs and bit the iron ball hanging in the air, and opened the gate with its own weight.

This move made Wang Qiye applaud. There must be some skills in forging equipment.

"Brother, please."

The Taoist boy waved his hand.

Wang Qiye nodded and walked in. The eye-catching "Forging Equipment Assessment Rules" were very eye-catching. Wang Qiye came up to it and looked at it carefully.

Rules for forging assessment: Take an iron ingot and within four hours, you can use various methods to do your best. The one who folds it the most times will be the winner. The final score of the foundation-building disciples must be 100 points higher than that of the Qi-training disciples. After forging, just hand it over to the backdoor examiner for registration.

Well, Wang Qiye nodded after reading it. If he passes the assessment after registration, he will be visited by people at the mountain gate. This forging is just a physical job, and it is really not suitable for me. The money spent on this spiritual stone is wasted. Wang Qiye took the iron ingot handed over by the little Taoist boy and walked in. He was not going to forge iron. Since the spiritual stone had been spent, he naturally had to watch it back. He stood in front of a blacksmith and watched.

At this time, several 7-year-old street kids were selling fruits, sesame cakes and buns, and then I remembered that it was time for lunch.

"Junior brother, how much are the sesame cakes?"

"Brother, one spiritual stone is worth two sesame cakes, and a piece of fruit. These fruits were just picked at the foot of the mountain."

"Can't afford it."

Wang Qiye silently took out the two buns he had taken from the cafeteria that morning and started to bite into them. An hour later, he walked out of the forging examination room with a lack of interest.

"This blacksmithing has absolutely no skill, only strength."

Wang Qiye was secretly angry, but he didn't know where to go after he got out. Oh, that's right, I'll go wherever there are more people, so I started to wander around.

Just coming out of a bustling crowd, Wang Qiye was suddenly hit by a piece of soft jade. The force was so great that the two of them hugged each other tightly and rolled on the ground three times before stopping. The girl pressed Wang Qiye under her body.

Looking at the twin ponytails in his arms, Wang Qiye was a little confused for a moment. But he still said in a gentlemanly manner:

"Senior sister, get up quickly, are you okay?"

"My knee hurts a bit, I can't get up, give me some time."

The sound of wind chimes struck Wang Qiye's heart. The two looked at each other, and the girl blushed. The girl felt embarrassed and buried her head in Wang Qiye's chest like an ostrich. Wang Qiye didn't dare to look at the girl anymore. He lay on the ground holding her, a little distracted, staring at the midday sun in a daze.

Ten minutes later, the girl finally recovered and climbed up from Wang Qiye. She grabbed the hem of her skirt with both hands and moved shyly.

Wang Qiye also stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his Taoist robe. The beauty in front of him was like the first ray of sunshine in the morning, warm and soft. Her long hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, gently brushing against her fair skin. Her shy posture was like a blooming spring flower, which resonated with people's hearts. Seeing that the girl was reluctant to speak, he took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Is Senior Sister ok?"

"Okay, okay, I'm fine. Master, is Junior Brother okay?"

Seeing the girl in front of him talking incoherently with twin ponytails, wearing a white shirt and skirt with green ribbons tied on her ponytails, Wang Qiye really felt that he was not worthy of it.

"No, it's okay. Why are you running wildly in the downtown area, Senior Sister?"

"I thought it was just a young man's nature. He was trying to compete with his senior sister. He didn't expect to lose her and got so anxious that he offended his junior brother. By the way, I haven't asked for your name yet?"

"Qingzhu Peak, Wang Qiye."

"Qing Fengya, Lan Lingxin, Junior Brother, how old are you this year?"

Once they started talking, the two teenagers felt less awkward.

"I am ten years old this year. May I ask how old you are, Senior Sister?"

“Hehe, I want my senior apprentice to be three years older. Junior apprentice, are you going to visit the Six Arts alone?”

"There are also Li Erhu and Ma Gan. Ma Gan's name is Liu Junfei. There were too many people and Junior Brother got separated from them."

Because Lan Lingxin was afraid that her senior sister would be anxious and leave for something, the two invited Lan Lingxin to take Wang Qiye to visit the Six Arts together tomorrow. Seeing that it was getting dark, Wang Qiye simply prepared to go home, just in time for dinner.

Wang Qiye slept very soundly that night, giggling. In the middle of the night, the sound of wind chimes came, and it entered his dream.