My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

When he returned to Mufu Peak from Xianjiang Hall, it was already dusk.

Zhong Qing didn't care much about this competition.

It's just a process.

After a long time, he finally called Wu Yue and Shi Xiaotian.

"Peak Master!"

In the small courtyard.

The two men bowed and saluted Zhong Qing.

"No need to be polite!"

Zhong Qing waved his hand and said, "Now you two are also my disciples of Mufu Peak."

"In three days, the sect will hold a Seven Peaks Competition."

"Can you two compete on behalf of my Shogun Peak?"

This made the two of them excited.

They were just about to find something to do to please Zhong Qing.

I didn't expect that I would receive a pillow just when I felt sleepy.

This is their chance to show off.

"Master, we will definitely go all out!"

The two of them were eager to try it out.

This was the first task Zhong Qing assigned to them, and the two of them were already eager to show themselves.

They were determined to show the style of Shogun Peak.

……

There is no suspense in this competition.

Wu Yue and Shi Xiaotian crushed all their opponents with overwhelming force, and took first place amidst the shock, horror, and admiration of the Xianjiang Sect.

Zhong Qing was not surprised by this result.

It would be a disaster if the two Sun Profound Realm cultivators were defeated halfway.

What follows is the long and boring closing ceremony.

Zhong Qing had absolutely no interest in these things.

After knowing the final result, he left.

Instead of sitting and waiting on the spot, it would be much more interesting to go down the mountain and get some wine.

The wind blows away the clouds and the yellow earth flies all over the sky.

Zhong Qing went down the mountain, crossed an ancient road, and came to a human city!

There are many people walking on the street and the traffic is endless.

Some of these people were knights-errant, some were merchants, some were peddlers, and there were people from all walks of life.

Although this is a world where the strong are respected and cultivation is supreme.

But among the countless living beings, those who have the talent for cultivation are ultimately a minority.

Most people are still struggling for three meals a day.

There is a tavern!

The small tavern was doing a booming business and was almost full of customers.

"Master, please come in!"

When Zhong Qing arrived at the door of the tavern, the waiter invited him in with a professional smile.

"Two pounds of drunken Huadiao wine, three pounds of braised beef, a plate of peanuts, and two pounds of braised pig's trotters!"

This shop is an old shop!

Zhong Qing can be considered an old customer.

Soon, all the wine and food he ordered were served.

While drinking wine and eating meat, we listened to the wealthy merchants coming and going from all directions talking about some interesting stories from all over the world.

This kind of life has a unique flavor.

Just then, an old beggar came to the door.

"Go! Go! Go!"

"A beggar, please don't pollute my shopkeeper's place and offend the eyes of my guests."

The old beggar was driven away by the errand boy before he even entered the door.

The old beggar bared his teeth, grinned, and said indignantly, "Others can enter, why can't I?"

The servant stood with his hands on his hips, scowling coldly and asking, "Do you have money?"

This sentence, as if it came from a soul-searching question, stunned the old beggar on the spot.

There are so many heartbreaking words in the world, and they are often born in such a simple and unpretentious environment.

The old beggar was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Brother, where is the money? I don't have any, but I have some treasures here, which are good things that money can't buy."

As he spoke, he took out several secret books from his arms.

"I see that your bones are extraordinary, and a spiritual light emanates from the top of your head."

"He is a good seedling for cultivating immortality and seeking the truth."

"Meeting is destiny. Pick any of these secret books and I guarantee you'll be able to embark on the path of cultivation."

"A fair price: How about two jugs of wine?"

In the tavern, Zhong Qing was happy.

This old beggar is a wonderful person.

This routine and this scene gave him a sense of déjà vu.

At the door, the servant's brow darkened instantly.

Any book on the secret realm of spiritual practice is a priceless and inestimable treasure in the secular world.