Super Sect System

Several days passed like this in practice. When Wen Ping figured out how to let more people know about the Immortal Sect, it was already noon on the third day after the mission was released.

He had taken the time to think about it several times in the past few days. When he was taking a bath last night, something flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of something his father had done.

Talk about martial arts!

This was a grand event that he had seen when he was very young. The Immortal Sect selected many body-training disciples and elders to go down the mountain to explain martial arts. They will also give you guidance and even help you plan a clear path for cultivation.

And this is precisely the most precious thing. If you don’t become a disciple of a famous master or consult a monk who is above the 10th level of body refining, no one can tell you. Both of them are not accessible to ordinary people.

Therefore, this opportunity to lecture on martial arts was extremely precious. At that time, almost ten thousand people came to listen to the Dharma.

The scene at that time can still be fresh in my mind when I think of it now.

He stood outside the open space, licking the candied haws his mother bought for him. He looked directly at the open space that could only accommodate a thousand people. At that time, thousands of people gathered, blocking the open space with water.

During the three days that the Martial Arts Lecture lasted, nearly ten thousand people lined up to wait for the seniors of the Immortal Sect to show them a clear path.

Although only a few thousand people out of ten thousand received guidance in the end, the momentum at that time was indeed huge.

Then he began to work on the process of making a military lecture. As for how many days it would take to hold, he didn't know how many days to hold it. If the effect was good, he would certainly be willing to hold it for a few more days. After all, it's for the mission, so it's worth the effort.

When everyone had dinner together that evening, Wen Ping said to Yun Liao: "Elder Yun, I will hold a martial arts lecture at the foot of Yunlan Mountain in a few days. You can prepare a little in the past few days."

"Talk about martial arts?"

Yun Liao didn't quite understand what the martial arts lecture was about.

Wen Ping explained: "The purpose of the martial arts conference is to answer the questions of some physical training monks who come to consult, and at the same time point them to a clear path of practice. For example, some people are not suitable for boxing, but the guidance he received in the martial arts hall But Pianpian is a boxing technique, and you will not achieve high achievements if you continue to practice like this. With your current level, giving guidance to some people who are just starting to practice should be a casual matter."

After hearing Wen Ping's answer, Yun Liao hesitated for a while and accumulated some words in his heart. In fact, he didn't know whether he should ask, but he felt uncomfortable if he didn't ask. He pondered for a while, until Wen Ping turned his attention to him again, and he couldn't help but speak.

"Sect Master, I'm sorry I don't quite understand why you are doing this. If you are not a member of my sect, you must have a different mindset, so why are you giving them advice? Oh... you are probably thinking of taking this opportunity to make money."

Yun Liao seemed to have an enlightenment during the middle of the sentence. He suddenly understood and gave a thumbs up.

It seems to be saying: high, really high.

Then he continued: "Sect Master, don't worry, I will definitely do this well."

"No." Wen Ping shook his head.

Seeing Wen Ping shake his head, Yun Liao's smile froze instantly, and then asked: "Sect Master, if you don't want to make money, then why do you want to give guidance to those people for no reason? It's not a waste of our own cultivation time on outsiders. Is it a big loss?"

"Is it a loss?"

Yun Liao glanced at Wen Ping's face and saw that he still had the smiling face before, and then continued to speak, "Sect Master, I don't feel like I'm making any money."

Wen Ping smiled and said: "I remember that in my hometown, a great foreign man - 'Wuzi Squeeze' once said - when you have the ability to help others, you can try to help others, then You can gain something more valuable than your strength. Think about it, when you walk on the street in the future, girls will no longer approach you because of your appearance, but will actively embrace you because they admire your character. .What will you do?"

"It should be fun."

Yun Liao said and fantasized about it for a while, then a sweet smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Wen Ping smiled helplessly and continued: "Yes, this is what you gain from helping others. Strength can help you gain the respect of others and make your enemies fear you, but only by helping others can people respect and love you. I love you. This is something that strength cannot give you."

Yun Liao nodded after listening.

In his heart, he suddenly felt a little admired for Wen Ping. Today's people, apart from sweeping the snow in front of their own door, who will care about the frost on other people's tiles?

Except for your loved ones, few people care whether you are hungry.

Of course, there is one person who will care, and that is the restaurant owner, because you can bring him benefits.

I'm afraid there aren't many people in this world with a heart like the sect leader.

"Sect Master, don't worry. I'll leave the martial arts meeting to me. I'll make good preparations these days." Yun Liao immediately agreed with his chest beat, and then Yang Lele and the others also hurriedly responded, looking very excited, obviously being moved. Wen Ping's words just now were deeply affected.

Everyone looked at Wen Ping with eyes filled with respect.

When Wen Ping saw this scene, he nodded and smiled.

I thought to myself: We are one step closer to the goal of 100,000 people, and we are also spreading love and hope.

Thanks to the great man - Wuzhen!

Thanks for the chicken soup!

love without border!

In the evening, Wen Ping came to the foot of Yunlan Mountain and looked along the street for a place to post notices.

When Wen Ping posted the first notice on the wall of the inn, the waiter who came out to greet the guests immediately shouted loudly: "What are you doing, kid? Is this a place where you can post random things? Are you looking for death?"

Wen Ping turned his head and glanced over coldly.

After all, the waiter was just an ordinary person. After being stared at like this, he was so frightened that he took a step back and leaned against the door to steady himself.

"you……"

When he spoke again, he found that he could not say a complete sentence.

The boss who was walking in the store saw something happened and quickly glanced at the people outside the house through the window. It didn't matter whether he looked or not. He was startled when he saw it. He picked up his pants and ran out in panic with his toes.

The owner of the restaurant was a fat middle-aged man. It was difficult to walk, but he was still in front of Wen Ping in the blink of an eye. Because Wen Ping was the leader of the Immortal Sect, his unlucky subordinate actually cursed him when he opened his mouth.

Even after the Immortal Sect fell, Wen Ping was not someone he could offend.

What's more, after seeing the clan leaders of those families returning in defeat a few days ago, and hearing the news from those people, people nearby concluded that the Immortal Sect had really risen. At this time, Wen Ping was even more untouchable.

"Sect Master Wen, you are not welcome when you come here. This guy is ignorant and does not understand your honor. Please don't remember the faults of the villain. Please come in and order whatever you want to eat. I'll treat you." After that, The fat old man still stood next to Wen Ping with a bright smile, bending his body slightly.

Wen Ping said: "If you don't want to eat, I want to lend you this wall."

"Sect Master Wen, please feel free to..."

After saying that, the fat boss glared at the waiter behind him.

Fire was about to burst out of his eyes, and at the same time, he had already determined a fact in his heart - this guy must be driven away, otherwise if Wen Ping holds a grudge, he may even be implicated.

When the waiter was stared at like this, his not-stupid mind immediately turned around and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

"Sect Master Wen, I am short-sighted. Your Excellency, you don't remember the villain's faults. Please spare my life."

His words attracted the attention of the people around him, but when they heard it was Wen Pingping, they all looked away.

Because they can't afford to offend the Immortal Sect.

It would be unjust if he was beaten for looking twice.

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