Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 848

"Brother Tianda, you don't understand this. My aptitude to practice immortal arts is not very good, but my savvy to practice Confucianism is twice the result with half the effort. You really think my master is dim-sighted.

My master said, as long as I practice hard, I will definitely become a generation of spokespersons, and even become a generation of Confucian saints in the future, so just watch carefully. "Yan Wuchen said triumphantly.

While speaking, his eyes accidentally passed by the window, and he saw a graceful young girl walking in front of him, so his eyes straightened again, and his saliva flowed out again.

"As far as you are virtuous, you are still a Confucian saint. You should wipe off your saliva before talking." Dugu Moyu handed over a handkerchief helplessly.

"If you don't believe me, just wait and see." Yan Wuchen didn't argue with them, wiped his mouth, and said to Mo Lige with a flattering smile, "Sister Lige, just help me, just refine one, just one. .”

"No, your strength is too weak. If you rely too much on magic weapons, it will not benefit your future cultivation at all." Mo Lige flatly refused.

"Don't worry, Sister Lige, I just want to have a decent magical weapon to save my life, and I will never use it lightly. You have also seen that I only have such little strength. If I am in danger again, you may even save me." It's too late to help." Yan Wuchen said pitifully.

"However, your Confucian practice is very different from the immortal method we practice. Even if I help you make a magic weapon, you will not be able to use it freely. If you encounter danger, it may even kill you. "Hearing what he said, Mo Lige was a little soft-hearted, but after thinking about it carefully, he shook his head and refused.

"It's simple, Sister Lige, you just need to help me refine the embryo, and then I will slowly refine it by myself." Yan Wuchen was overjoyed when she heard her tone loosen, and slapped her chest loudly .

"You can refine weapons?" Mo Lige was a little surprised.

It's been a while since I've known this little fat man, and she's already seen that this guy is useless, and his knowledge of Confucian oracle is a mess, if it wasn't for his luck to meet her, Long Tianfang, and Dugu Moyu, he probably wouldn't have known about it. How many times have you died.

Unexpectedly, he would actually be able to refine weapons.

"Uh... no, but sister Lige, if you teach me, I won't be able to." Yan Wuchen said.

After arguing for a long time, this little fat man's original idea was to ask her to help refine the magic weapon. It was a lie, but it was true that he wanted to learn the art of refining weapons.

"I've said it all, the Confucianism practice is different from the immortal law we practice, and you may not be able to learn it even if I teach it." Mo Lige said.

"Learn it first. If I can't learn it, I'll go back and learn Confucian weaponry. As long as you help me refine the embryo, sooner or later, I will be able to refine it into a fairy weapon with my own hands." Yan Wuchen waved his chubby arms, fighting spirit high Said.

"Pfft!" Long Tianfang and Dugu Moyu spouted a mouthful of tea at the same time.

"With Lige's current weapon skills, you can only refine it into a real weapon. You actually want to refine an immortal weapon?" Long Tianfang almost couldn't hold back and slapped the little fat man on the head again.

"I didn't say to practice now. If I can't do it in one year, I can do it for two years. If I can't do it in two years, I can do it for three years. If I can't do it in two years, I can do it for three years. If I can't do it in two years, I can do it for a lifetime. I am destined to become a Confucian saint. It's gone." Yan Wuchen shrunk his neck, saw that his slap hadn't been patted, and puffed up his chest again, saying complacently.

"Blow, keep blowing." Long Tianfang and Dugu Moyu said in unison.

With the strength of the little fat man, if he hadn't followed them, the grass on the grave would be three feet high, and he still wanted to become a Confucian saint, so he wouldn't be afraid of Feng Da's tongue.

"Since you said so, I'll refine an embryo for you, but you know my rules, what are you going to exchange for it?" Mo Lige said jokingly.

Anyway, it’s just refining the embryo, and Yan Wuchen has to refine it himself next time, so there’s no need to worry about him relying too much on the magic weapon to affect his cultivation. Since it’s done by himself, of course, there’s no need to worry that he won’t be able to use it freely at critical moments, which will harm his own family. life.

"This..." Yan Wuchen was obviously asked by Mo Lige.

He has no possessions, he is completely destitute, so how can he show any natural talents and earthly treasures.

"How about a promise with your body?" After thinking for a while, Yan Wuchen tentatively said.

"What!" Mo Lige, Long Tianfang, and Dugu Moyu's eyes widened at the same time.

"You also know that I don't have much money, and I don't have any natural talents and earthly treasures. You don't care about Confucianism and holy words. All I have is this innocent body. Promise." The little fat man said shyly.

But looking at it like that, why is it so cheap, so wretched.

"I just said, a good Confucian student, not concentrating on his studies, why does he eat and drink with us all day long, so he wanted to hit Li Ge." Long Tian slapped Yan Wuchen to the ground, and then rushed forward for a while Punch and kick.

"Fortunately, we treat you as a brother. You actually want to eat the grass beside the nest. You really are a gentle scum, a gentle scum." Dugu Moyu cursed bitterly, and also jumped on it.

After Mo Lige was unwilling, he rolled up his sleeves and joined the battle group. According to the experience of these days, this little fat man has fine skin and tender flesh, and he feels very good when he is beaten.

"Forgive me, Sister Lige, please forgive me, Brother Tianfang, please forgive me, Brother Moyu, please forgive me." The muffled crackling sound was mixed with the little fat man's cheap wailing.

Suddenly, the wailing stopped abruptly.

Could it be that the shot was too heavy, and what happened.The three of Mo Lige stopped at the same time.

I saw the little fat man staring straight at a tall woman who had just walked into the restaurant, drooling heavily, and vaguely heard him muttering to himself: "One wave is not calm, and another wave rises again, this is just the beginning." It’s a real ups and downs.”

Therefore, the three of Mo Lige slapped their foreheads heavily at the same time: The shame of Confucianism, this Yan Wuchen, is clearly the shame of Confucianism!
It turned out that the last Confucian sage was Yan Wuchen, that wretched little fat man who ate and drank with them all day long. No wonder Chu Zhongshu and the others couldn't tell.Lu Qingli suddenly realized.

To be honest, if the Supreme Dao Sect had such a senior suzerain, I believe she would be ashamed as well, and she didn't want to mention a word.

The deep voice of the holy words still rang in his mind like thunder, and the words that flashed with strange light were still hitting his chest like a heavy hammer, but the smile on Lu Qingli's face became more and more relaxed.

Although most of Yan Wuchen's fairy slips were refined by himself, the original embryo was carefully refined by her, which contained a trace of her spiritual consciousness, and at this time, she happened to still retain A ray of spiritual consciousness in the realm of Mahayana.

In a sense, she can also be regarded as the half master of this fairy Jane.

No matter how powerful Xianjian is, it is impossible to cause any harm to her.

(End of this chapter)