He Has a Dragon

When Ji Yang saw his grandson saying this, he suddenly became speechless and speechless.

Seeing this, Wang Le stopped his smile and regained his composure. He took the initiative to change the subject and asked, "Grandpa, Nanhua Temple is divided into two branches, the inner and outer. Is there any explanation for this?"

At this moment, Ji Yang first picked up the tea cup on the table, took a sip of water to moisten his throat, and then replied: "In addition to the three grandfathers and brothers, Nanhua Temple also has six elders. They are also martial arts masters. A high-level master is in charge of all matters in Guanzhong, such as law enforcement, imparting martial arts, logistics, etc."

"Of course, they are just in name, and the specific affairs are basically handled by their disciples. Most of the free time is spent on cultivation, and they have no time to care about others."

After a break, Ji Yang continued: "As for the inner and outer gates of Nanhua Temple, new disciples generally enter the outer gate first. When they are promoted to the yellow level of martial arts, they will naturally enter the inner gate. Please ask three of our senior brothers, or The six elders accepted him as a disciple."

"Uh!" Wang Le couldn't help but touch his nose, thinking that with his current martial arts cultivation, he could enter the inner sect, but he was a newcomer, so he had to go first to the outer sect.

With his mind wandering, Wang Le asked: "Grandpa, when my grandson comes to worship at Nanhua Temple, should he enter the outer gate first? Or go directly to the inner gate?"

Ji Yang laughed out loud immediately, looked at Wang Le and replied: "You are a smart boy who is confused all his life. With your grandpa supporting you, of course you can enter the inner gate directly."

After a pause, Jiyang changed the topic and said: "Although you are only a Xuan-level practitioner now, you have the strength to cross levels and defeat Earth-level masters."

"Grandpa is not capable of being your master because of his limited abilities. When the time comes, you will have to ask your senior brother to accept you as his disciple!"

"And this is what the senior brother meant when he wrote to the head senior brother."

"Uh!" Wang Le was speechless because Han Ruoshui was still far away in Sijiu City, and he didn't know how long it would take to come back.

At least until the alliance doesn't drive away the vampires, Han Ruoshui can't come back.

Thinking of this, Wang Le suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, because the path of martial arts he took was different. If he became a disciple of Han Ruoshui, the other party might find something fishy.

For Wang Le, this is not a situation he wants to see.

To take a step back, even if he became a disciple of Han Ruoshui, Wang Le still doubted whether he could give him any guidance on his martial arts practice.

After all, the path of martial arts he took,

Being incompatible with the training system of the martial arts world, he can only cross the river by feeling the stones on his own, taking one step at a time.

"It's enough to walk the path of killing once. I don't want to walk it again." Wang Le muttered in his heart.

Of course Ji Yang would not think of his grandson. From the bottom of his heart, he did not want to take Han Ruoshui as his teacher.

Wang Le, who did not reveal his true thoughts, calmly changed the subject and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, is it true that there are no heaven-level old monsters in Nanhua Temple?"

The reason why Wang Le asked this question was mainly because he realized that he had underestimated Nanhua Temple before.

Now that I am in it, what I see and hear is that the thousand-year-old foundation of Nanhua Temple cannot be overshadowed.

It is said that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Wang Le unconsciously began to wonder about Nanhua Temple and whether there was a heaven-level old monster who lived in seclusion and suppressed the Taoist destiny of Nanhua Temple.

Jiyang remained unmoved under his grandson's burning eyes full of curiosity, and asked with a faint smile: "What do you think?"

The light in Wang Le's eyes flashed away in an instant, and he didn't ask any more questions, but deep in his heart, a storm suddenly arose, and he thought to himself: "There really is a heaven-level old monster sitting in Nanhua Temple."

As for how many heaven-level old monsters are hiding in the world, Wang Le is curious, but he also knows how to measure, and he is very aware and does not ask further.

Ji Yang then began to tell Wang Le some major and minor matters that he needed to pay attention to in the coming days.

A simple summary is to read more, listen more and speak less, and don't get involved in unnecessary disputes.

Of course, if someone in the audience deliberately provokes someone, don't be polite and just push them back.

Well, this means not causing trouble, and don't be afraid of trouble.

Wang Le listened carefully to Ji Yang's instructions, and naturally understood that the factions in Nanhua Temple were complicated and restrained each other. No one could cover the sky with one hand, not even Ji Yinzi, who was the leader.

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are countless disputes."

When Wang Le had a generalization deep in his heart, he saw Li Hongru, the deaf old man, and a middle-aged fat man who smelled of oil smoke and looked like Maitreya Buddha, each carrying cooked meals and dishes into the living room. .

Soon the whole table was filled with delicious food.

During this period, Ji Yang introduced this middle-aged fat man named Ma Fu to Wang Le.

After Li Hongru and the other three arranged the meals one by one, they exited the living room, leaving the space to Ji Yang and Wang Le, their grandsons.

Wang Le was also starving. In addition, during this period of time, apart from eating serious meat and vegetable meals in Luohuang Town, he also ate in the wilderness and barbecued wild beasts. He had long been tired of eating them.

Because of this, Wang Le continued to carry forward his usual style, wolfing down all the delicacies on the table like a storm, without even having time to speak.

Ji Yang, who was sitting on the ground, except for a few bites of vegetarian food at first, seldom moved his chopsticks frequently. He always watched his grandson eating with a smile. The happiness on his face made him seem to be more than ten years younger.

In this land of China, no matter in the secular world or in the martial arts world, no matter in the past, present or even the future, blood will always come first.

It is precisely because of the maintenance of blood that generations from generation to generation, no matter poor or rich; no matter extraordinary heroes, or ordinary people like ants.

The ultimate purpose of their lives is to create a better future for the next generation.

Jiyang is no exception.

From the moment I met Wang Le, I was already destined to...

After dinner, Wang Le, accompanied by Ji Yang and Li Hongru, first went to see the arranged accommodation.

It is a two-story building with a living room, study room, bedroom, etc. It can be said that although it is small, it has all the internal organs.

This small building has always been a place used by Jiyang to entertain distinguished guests.

From then on, Wang Le lived here.

The small building is surrounded by pavilions, bridges, flowing water, and lush flowers and trees. It is like a paradise, unlike the area in front of the mansion, which is empty and has nothing.

For Wang Le, as long as there is shelter from wind and rain and a place where he can sleep peacefully, it is enough.

What's more, he was arranged to live in such a beautiful place. Of course, he had no objections and accepted it without hesitation.

"Young master, let's enjoy the luxurious scenery of the second generation of Quan in the martial arts world!" Wang Le thought beautifully in his heart. Activate new URL