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Chapter 347 Long-lost relaxation

Yang Rong was very reserved when she first started to talk about her experience, but she relaxed later on.

She has lived a very exciting life in these years. She has traveled almost all over Dongzhou, learned many strange languages, and seen many customs and cultures. Of course, there are always dangerous times.

What concerned Wang Ping and others the most was the demon clan ruins she was exploring.

"Most of the ruins we explored have been visited many times by others. Basically, there is nothing good left. The only place where I was confused about building a foundation was not clear to me. A few of my friends and I just felt pain all over our bodies. No, I can’t even faint.”

Yang Rong had a palpitating expression.

Wang Ping immediately checked her body and found that there were no problems with the sea of ​​energy in her body and the hundreds of meridians in her limbs, and her root bones had also been upgraded to a high level.

"Do you still remember the magic circle at that time?" Wang Ping asked.

"I don't remember. When we woke up, we found that after our cultivation level improved, a friend from the Catacomb Sect carefully explored the area and found no more magic circles, not even basic energy gathering magic circles."

Yang Rong answered softly. Although her answer was a bit deceptive, she might also feel that it was a bit ridiculous. After speaking, she added: "There are two friends who are monks on Nanlin Road. You can ask them for proof." .”

"No one doesn't believe you."

Yu Lian comforted: "We were just chatting."

When Wang Ping saw the nervous Yang Rong, he stood up and called to Hu Qianqian: "Take them to play in the yard, and have someone prepare a jar of good wine tonight."

"Yes, Master!"

After Hu Qianqian bowed, his blue eyes looked at Shen Xiaozhu and blinked. The latter greeted Xia Wenyi knowingly and walked out of the yard. Then Hu Qianqian also pulled Yang Rong and walked out while whispering.

Wang Ping was very satisfied with the scene where his disciples were living in harmony. Just when he was about to take out the "Poison Sutra" he had obtained before to study, Yu Lian rolled up a book of folk stories and handed it to him and said, "It's the rare New Year's Eve today. Just take a day off."

"Alright!"

Wang Ping smiled and put down the "Poison Classic" and picked up the folk tale to read.

As soon as he opened the book, Wang Ping looked up at the sky. The clouds in the sky in winter were extremely thick and gloomy. "On such a good day, the sky should be clear and clear."

He stretched out his hand and pointed lightly at the sky, and an invisible light green light streaked across the sky and penetrated the clouds. Then, the thick clouds dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Not long after, the soft rays of the winter sun fell on the earth.

Wang Pingxu leaned on the stone table with squinted eyes, exhaled in front of the sun, and then turned his eyes to the book. The words on the book seemed to be clearer than before.

At this time, there were bursts of guqin sounds in the garden. Needless to say, it must be Hu Qianqian playing. As the sound of the guqin echoed, the sound of firecrackers and cheers from the county town below the mountain seemed to penetrate the clouds and fall back to the dojo on the top of the mountain.

"This story is interesting, read this..."

Yu Lian used the snake's tail to turn the book to the middle of the page for Wang Ping, and then used the 'Object Control Technique' to bring the stove over and add some firewood to prepare to boil water for tea.

Wang Ping let out a chuckle and read the story Yu Lian recommended for him with a lazy expression.

"Read it out and I'll listen to it too." Yu Lian was busy making tea while greeting Wang Ping.

"Didn't you read it?"

"I want to hear it again."

"Ok."

While Wang Ping read the story softly, in an open space in the garden, Xia Wenyi took out a long sword and performed a sword dance to the sound of Hu Qianqian's piano. This was the gentleman's sword he learned before he became a monk.

The pleasant time passed unconsciously.

In the evening, Zhao Wan led the heads of each academy and their chief disciples to the top of the mountain and presented them with the New Year gifts they had prepared. Wang Ping said a few words of encouragement to everyone and then let them go down the mountain. . When it was almost time for dinner, Wang Ping asked Shen Xiaozhu to invite Taoist Yucheng, but Taoist Yucheng was unwilling to come.

Wang Ping didn’t force it.

While eating, Hu Qianqian took out a jar of wine called 'Red Seal' and said, "This is a strange red fruit that I found at a monster gathering place in the northern forest on Ningzhou Road a few years ago. Great wine made.”

As she spoke, she filled Wang Ping's glass first.

The wine is red in color and has a very sweet fruit pulp smell.

After their respective glasses of wine were poured, the disciples, led by Hu Qianqian, toasted to Wang Ping. Wang Ping accepted the glass of wine with a smile and clinked it with the wine glass rolled up by Yu Lian next to him.

When the wine enters your mouth, the first thing you feel is the soft and sweet fruity aroma, followed by the slightly irritating aroma of the wine. The aftertaste is endless after entering the stomach, and the aroma lingers in the nose and mouth.

"Is this wine okay? Do you have enough?"

Yu Lian said for the first time that the wine tastes good.

Wang Ping took a serious look at Yu Lian. The wine was good, with an aftertaste and a strong flavor, but for Wang Ping, it was not as strong as rice wine.

"There are still two jars. If you want more, you will have to wait two years because there are not many fruits for making wine."

"You can plant more, and you can bring back some of the fruit seeds when you have time." Yu Lian's eyes shone brightly. In her mind, there was no fruit tree that Wang Ping could not plant.

"Ok!"

Hu Qianqian originally wanted to explain a few words, but she thought that her master was a dignified Taiyan monk in the third realm, so he shouldn't be unable to plant a single fruit tree.

When she answered, she stood up again and filled Wang Ping's glass with wine.

After a pleasant dinner until it was completely dark, Wang Ping finally asked Xia Wenyi what book he had read recently. Xia Wenyi's answer was Humanity Novel.

Wang Ping tested his homework and he answered smoothly.

Xia Wenyi no longer has the arrogance he had when he first arrived, but there is always a hint of stubbornness in his heart.

Wang Ping didn't remind him. After the assessment, he just said "good" lightly. However, maybe because he loved the talent so much, he couldn't help but look at Shen Xiaozhu in the end.

Shen Xiaozhu immediately understood that her master wanted her to guide her junior brother.

At the end of Xu Shi in the evening, the disciples bowed and left. They walked to Shen Xiaozhu's dojo chatting and laughing. It seemed that they planned to drink and chat all night.

The next day, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

Wang Ping had just finished his homework when he heard the excitement at the Dharma conference in the county.

It was a Dharma conference held by Qianmu Guan in the county seat. It was still dark, and more than tens of thousands of people gathered at the Dharma conference alone, and they were all well-dressed aristocratic families, and people from the whole city were watching from the outside.

Wang Ping's golden body was at the ceremony. Seeing hundreds of thousands of people worshiping him, he had an urge to practice divine arts, but he quickly suppressed this urge.

This is a very strong temptation, just like the feeling an ordinary person feels when seeing a pile of gold. Wang Ping used the indifference of the 'Tiantian Talisman' to forcibly suppress his inner impulse.

Then, he projected his consciousness into Qianmu Mountain. There was also a Dharma Assembly in the inner sect. It was very low-key, but very formal. After the Dharma assembly, there would be a competition among various schools. This was a competition to participate in the assessment. Thousands of disciples prepared for today. The competition has been prepared for a whole year.

Moreover, the disciples of Sanhe Temple will also participate in today's competition. They came to Qianmu Temple half a month ago, and Zhao Wanzai made the overall arrangements.

(End of this chapter)