When Bai Yueguang holds the script

Zhu Zhihan followed Tu Meng to the martial arts arena.

The Martial Arts Field is a large circular platform. The red paint on the ground is slightly faded due to the wind and the sun. Maple trees are planted around it for shade. Farther away, Zhu Zhihan seems to see a vegetable field ... Illusion.

From a distance, Zhu Zhihan saw three people standing on the martial arts arena.

One of them was particularly conspicuous—this person was dressed as a shopkeeper, with a burden beside him, and he was dancing and talking with the other two angrily.

Tu Meng obviously saw it too, and shouted from a distance: "Wan Mengchen!!"

The young man dressed as a shopkeeper shuddered, the arrogance of anger just now was gone, and he turned around with his head drooping: "Second Elder."

Zhu Zhihan noticed that the young man had two bruises on his face, as if he had been beaten by someone.

Tu Meng smiled: "Mengchen, do you remember what the uncle said before?"

Wan Mengchen shrank his neck: "Say... put your mind on practicing the knife, don't think about other things."

Tu Meng shifted his gaze to the cargo load next to him: "And what about you?"

Wan Mengchen recognized his mistake very quickly, with two fingers touching his temples: "I was wrong! I shouldn't!"

Tu Meng: "Oh, I made a mistake but I don't change it, right?"

Wan Mengchen: "..."

Zhu Zhihan listened for a while before he understood.

It turned out that this senior brother didn't like to practice knives at ordinary times, and loved to collect miscellaneous things from Sanxiu, and then went to the cultivation market more than ten kilometers away to resell them.Tu Meng didn't really want his disciples to worry about making a living early because of the sect, so he ordered them not to go.

Zhu Zhihan sighed, this guy is also a money-making genius.

Tu Meng gave a few words of education, but she didn't quite enjoy herself and stopped, after all, she didn't come here to arrest people.

She moved her body to the side, revealing Zhu Zhihan behind her.

"Come and get acquainted, this is your new junior junior sister, Zhu Zhihan."

Tu Meng introduced to Zhu Zhihan: "This unreliable person is your third senior brother Wan Mengchen, who is at the fifth level of foundation building."

She pointed to the two people next to her again: "The fat one is senior brother Zhongyue at the third level of foundation building, and the short one is the sixth senior brother Shi Yuanshui at the first level of foundation building."

"You still have three senior brothers training outside, and I will introduce them to you when they come back."

Zhu Zhihan was stared at by three pairs of eyes.

She: "... How are the three senior brothers?"

The chubby elder brother squinted his eyes with a smile: "Hey."

Sixth Senior Brother: "Wow, this is the little junior sister who started two days ago? We also have a junior junior sister! Hehe, I'm finally not the youngest one!"

The third senior brother took out two talisman papers from the cargo bag beside him, and he looked rather reluctant when he took them out.

Closing his eyes for the last time, he put it into Zhu Zhihan's hand: "Little sister, senior brother doesn't have anything good, so this charm is a gift for you!"

"Wow, you sneaked away."

"Brother, I am also prepared..."

After a while, Zhu Zhihan had a small bell and three packets of seeds in his hand.

Zhu Zhihan pinched the thing in his hand, feeling very strange.

She used to be a senior sister, the one who took care of others, and now she also enjoys the feeling of being a junior junior sister.

She could feel that these people in front of her treated her carefully.

This made her more determined to develop this sect better and better.

The afternoon passed quickly, and Zhu Zhihan watched several senior brothers practice swords, and understood what his next schedule was.

In the evening, when she returned to her disciple's room, she took out the small tripod in the bag and looked at it.

I probed in with my spiritual sense to check, and sure enough, the imprint of divine sense left by the original owner has been erased. This is an incomplete magic weapon without an owner.

The inner wall of the small tripod is intact, and the missing leg should be padded with something.

She bit her fingertips and dripped blood on the small cauldron.

Some if not all connections are established.

【Ding! ] A mechanical sound suddenly sounded in my ear.

[Congratulations on triggering the side mission, repairing the glazed cauldron. 】

[Task introduction: This is a half-damaged glazed tripod, which used to be an earth-grade spiritual weapon, but because of the large damage, the repair cost is more expensive than buying a new one, so it was abandoned.But it is not necessarily the case if there is a system! 】

[Please follow the prompts to find the corresponding materials. 】

[Phantom sand 0/3, gold and stone 0/1, you can restore to the mysterious level when you collect them all, and start the next level of repair tasks. 】

Spiritual artifacts are divided into heaven, earth, xuan, and yellow grades. Heavenly grade spiritual artifacts are something that can be encountered but not sought after. Zhu Zhihan remembers that the small tripod used by her master in the previous life was only a high-grade earth grade.

She stroked Xiao Ding, and her heart was full of fire.

No Danxiu (and former Danxiu too) can resist a good cauldron, no! !

It just so happens that phantom sand and strips of gold and stone are not particularly difficult to obtain materials, rounding it up means that she has a growth-type spiritual weapon!

Miss System!You are too good at it!

To calm down, Zhu Zhihan put down the tripod.Now she doesn't have the ingredients for alchemy yet, so she is not in a hurry.

Picking up the jade ring Luanwu gave her in the bag, she took a deep breath and pressed it on her forehead.

This night, she has to memorize and memorize the knife skills, and she can start practicing tomorrow.

boom--

The darkness in front of her eyes faded, and she seemed to be standing on a wasteland.

Not far away, a blood-red figure was holding a long knife, and the sleeves were blown up by the wind.

Zhu Zhihan knew that this was the consciousness left by Luanwu, which was equivalent to a video that had been recorded long ago.

The woman in red said lightly: "The knife I usually use is a seedling knife. It is five feet long and named after its shape like a seedling. It is one inch long and one inch stronger. In my opinion, there is no better weapon than this."

"There are nine types of saber techniques, you have to be optimistic—"

……

Wan Mengchen is a hard-working and ordinary student. His daily routine is to practice knives and think about how to make some money by the way.

Life without waves continued until two days ago.

That boy Shi Yuanshui is the best at inquiring about news. According to him, the lord of the Sword Sect, who is solitary, elusive, and never cares about the affairs of the sect, has taken in a new disciple!

This new disciple is still a Junior Sister!

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Their sect doesn't know whether it's because of bad feng shui or something else. In the previous generation and the previous generation, there were female disciples, but in their current generation, they are all male disciples.

Now there is finally a junior sister?

They scratched their heads and wondered what the new junior junior sister was like?A disciple who can be accepted by the ruthless suzerain should also be a ruthless person!

When they actually saw each other, it was beyond all their expectations.

Among the women in the sect, the sect master seemed very aggressive and terrifying, and Tu Meng was very strong, but the junior sister was different from them.

The little junior sister is very good-looking, her eyes are cold, with a bit of nobility, she feels like... snow, that kind of cold and harmless snow, white and quiet.

Moreover, the little junior sister's writing is weak, and she knew she was sick when she looked at her - all of them knew that the little girl was sick for two days when she first arrived at the sect, and she came out to see people when she recovered.

Immediately, they felt boundless pity: This is their little junior sister of the Sword Sect, so you must take good care of it!

Wan Mengchen was so excited that he gave away the charm that he had cherished for a long time—it was originally planned to be sold for a good price.

But seeing his younger sister say thank you softly, he didn't feel bad at all.

Day two.

Wan Mengchen's load was confiscated by the second elder, Tu Meng, so he could only go to the martial arts field early to practice swords.

Normally he was the first to get up and the first to go, but today, there was a figure who had arrived there before him.

The back is slender and thin, the snow-white hair is tied into a ponytail and tied behind the head, holding a long wooden knife in his hand.

Who is it if it's not their little junior sister! ?

The little junior sister seems to be practicing basic chopping, chopping, stabbing and other movements, because the strength of the arms is not strong enough to swing very strenuously, but every movement is trying to achieve the standard.

Wan Mengchen looked at it for a while, but didn't bother her, went aside by himself, and started to practice.

Even a newcomer, such a sickly junior sister, has started to work hard. As a senior, he shouldn't take advantage of it!

Another half an hour later, the senior brother and the sixth junior brother came late. They looked at the young junior sister who was serious about practicing swords and Wan Mengchen who had changed from being a fool in the past, and suddenly felt ashamed and began to practice.

The wooden knives used in Dao Zong's practice are all specially made, and the weight is similar to real knives.

At Sunrise Sangan, the tails of the three cranes were a little bit unable to hold on, but they secretly glanced at the others, as if they had no intention of stopping, so they also insisted on not stopping.

Wan Mengchen, who was the first to practice, was already so sore that he could hardly lift it up. Looking at the girl not far away who hadn't stopped much, and the brothers and sisters around him, he questioned his soul——

This, is it so curly?

Boss and sixth child, you have never seen them working so hard!Let's stop for a while, shall we?

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感谢在2022-03-2300:56:38~2022-03-2323:09:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Ye Misty Shen Shen 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：山犬80瓶；箐林泱海、酒窝配上蒸蛋20瓶；樱时。5瓶；洛瑤、翎染、42249667、小哥天真、星河入梦来1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!