Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 351: On the Responsibility of Fans

Lu Wensheng only knew about the recent appearance of geniuses, so he practiced and improved his skills madly. He felt that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was particularly agitated, and his disciples also became agitated. The figures moving back and forth were reflected on the window lattice, which became a timekeeper for his late-night battles.

The jade mirror completely changed its appearance in his hand - I don't know if the jade mirror also has some big data, but when those controversial debate posts slid through his fingertips, they were all automatically filtered into things like "Disassembly of 300 Sword Moves of the Prodigy" and so on.

Lu Wensheng was only concerned with looking up the deeds of the genius, following the principle of "know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles." He was unaware that his own fans were so brave that they cursed in and out of the jade mirror seven times and were invincible.

It’s like the Tik Tok content of young people and old cadres, one focuses on abstraction and the other focuses on realism.

"If a hundred times is not enough, practice a thousand times." The young man rolled around in the martial arts arena, biting the wolf-hair brush. The star-track calculation paper he used for last night's calculations was still stuck in his hair.

Lu Wensheng immersed himself in studying: Apart from other things, no one knows the tactics of the sea of ​​questions better than me! I simulated the information and skills of each Tianjiao a hundred or eighty times! I looked for their shortcomings and deficiencies! Come on Lu Wensheng, you are the best!

He is not a fool not to prepare when he has the chance!

Lu Wensheng is not a conceited person, and having cheats and blessings does not hinder his caution.

When he stepped out of the cave clutching the jade slip containing all the weaknesses of the geniuses, the copper bells on the eaves were breaking through the morning mist. There was still some time before the geniuses came, enough time for him to disassemble Dong Hai's "Nine Chapters of Chao Yin" seven times, and then come up with seventeen ways to crack the poison of the Saint Girl from Southern Xinjiang.

When he went out, he was still thinking in his mind - he treated all the discussion posts pushed by the Jade Mirror in recent days as "A Complete List of Weaknesses of Prodigies" and studied them. Even the peach blossom paper of the Hehuan Sect, which was sandwiched in the Jade Mirror's challenge post, was carefully marked by him with the question "suspected new variant of mind-control technique" for study.

Therefore, when Lu Wensheng met Wang Yanzhi on the road and he said to him with a distressed look on his face: "Don't worry! As long as I am here, no one can say a bad word about Senior Lu!", he was a little confused.

"Except for those disciples who are doing their homework in the Discipline Hall, no one says bad things about me..." Looking at Wang Yanzhi who seemed to be leaving with some mission, Lu Wensheng scratched his head in confusion.

[Xiaolu, today we are reviewing and studying Zixiao Temple's genius Yun Wujiu. I will introduce you to their sect's martial arts technique "Nine Heavens Thunder Art", as well as the weapons he is good at, and his personality analysis...]

The system is already a mature learning aid tool - it has long understood that if Lu Wensheng is good, Liu Jiqian is good, if Liu Jiqian is good, the world is good, and if the world is good, it is good.

"Yes! There are other geniuses that haven't been studied yet..." Lu Wensheng immediately threw Wang Yanzhi's words behind his mind - just scold him, it won't hurt him, and besides, if they dance in front of him, it won't be known who will scold whom.

He is studying, please do not disturb him.

Wang Yanzhi, who left here, was in a rage, and his blood boiled at the thought of being able to clear Lu Wensheng's name.

Lu Wensheng only needs to practice peacefully and beat up those geniuses. As for their fans, there are many things to consider.

Wu Feipeng, Yu Shuoyang and the others were with Senior Lu. The other geniuses who came later had to learn from each other. As direct disciples, Ji Yanli and the others were concerned about the reputation of the Immortal Sect. To put it in a rounded way, they were concerned about the reputation of the Immortal Sect and the Discipline Hall, which was also the reputation of Senior Lu. !

Recently, he saw that Senior Lu was practicing in seclusion, and others were also working hard. He did not allow anyone to disturb Senior Lu or even others!!!

He doesn't allow it! ! !

"In my opinion, Lu Wensheng's followers have recently made the Jade Mirror atmosphere a mess. Lu Wensheng must not be a good person."

"You can't say that. He is blessed by heaven, so I think he is a good person."

"Maybe there is some way to hide it and be hypocritical?"

The man couldn't help himself and turned around and retorted: "Okay, since you are making malicious speculations like this, you should be more polite...?"

He saw that the monk who was talking to him just now had a different face.

"Hello."

"Um... hello?" Was he hallucinating?

This side——

"It is obvious that someone does not know the truth that the mouth can bring disaster. People cannot teach, but things can teach. Today I will teach him a lesson - how dare you gossip in the cultivation world!"

"Yes! Young Master!"

However, as the young master of the Foundry Pavilion, Wang Yanzhi does have the capital to be arrogant.

Wang Yanzhi rarely acted like a young master, arrogantly, and the servants around him were ready to fight and would not stop until the man was beaten up and apologized sincerely - I have said it before, as long as he is around, no one can say a bad word about Senior Lu!

Just after leaving the mountain gate of the Cangsheng League, Wang Yanzhi heard faint mocking words, which made his steps suddenly stop. Then this scene happened - it was also a coincidence.

Wang Yanzhi came out of the small corner refreshed, thought about it, rubbed his hands, and went to find Yu Shuoyang...

Yu Shuoyang was a restless person. He didn't know what was wrong with Wang Yanzhi recently. He actually focused on his cultivation and seemed to care more about it than he did. Whenever he saw him on the road, Yu Shuoyang subconsciously wanted to leave.

When the morning light pierced through the clouds, Yu Shuoyang was squatting under the ancient locust tree in the southwest corner of the martial arts field. The young man was biting a meat-filled bun, his amber pupils were illuminated by the morning sun, and the morning dew wet his casually tied ponytail - he was easy-going and even when he was fasting, he still had an appetite.

The shadow of being forced to practice with Wang Yanzhi until three o'clock last night had not yet dissipated. When he heard familiar footsteps in the distance, he swallowed the last bite with his Adam's apple rolling, and the oil paper ball rustled in his palm. He saw the figure in green clothes coming from the mountain path again, patting his clothes and trying to climb over the wall and slip away.

"Yu Shuoyang! Why are you running?!" Wang Yanzhi tapped the pine branches with his toes and landed in front of him. "Everyone is practicing, how can you slack off?"

"Just take care of others' practice and take care of yourself."

"I'm not some great genius, and people don't even look down on me when I talk about philosophy. Of course, I'm not as important as you!" Wang Yanzhi put his hands on his hips, looking as if it was a matter of course.

Yu Shuoyang was speechless: You are so confident, should I praise you? !

"Go and urge others, don't urge me, okay?" Yu Shuoyang wanted to call him ancestor.

"Senior Wu is the most self-aware. The disciples of other families are already hardworking, and the disciples of the Wenxian Sect have the encouragement of Senior Ji. After much thought, I decided you are the right one." Besides, he has a suitable relationship with Yu Shuoyang. He is happy to see him in pain. Well, killing two birds with one stone.

Wang Yanzhi refused to listen to him and dragged Yu Shuoyang away. It was only when he heard on the way that Lu Wensheng's pictorial had a new one that he temporarily let Yu Shuoyang go.

Yan Zhou passed by and saw it clearly: "If you really don't want to, and he can't beat you, wouldn't it be better to suppress him a few times?"

Yu Shuoyang touched his nose, his eyes wandering: "After all, it's for my own good, and he's willing to accompany me. He hasn't quarreled with me much recently, so he's obviously serious about it. I can't do this and hurt his feelings."

After saying this, he added another sentence.

"Besides, we are all on the same team. If the relationship is really bad, it will be detrimental to unity, right?"

He said he was annoyed, but he would be unhappy if you really asked him to chase people away.

Yan Zhou felt as if he had become part of the paly: "..." He asked more questions, it was clearly a case of one willing to fight and the other willing to be beaten.

After trying to hold it back, Yan Zhou couldn't help it. He pulled the corner of his mouth, still smiling: "Pretend to be your mother."

Yu Shuoyang: “???” Why are you still cursing?