"Senior Brother, hurry up. Let's go to the canteen of the martial arts hall to have a meal. I heard that there are many senior brothers there at this time.”
Song Qingshu, the devilish brat, did not listen to the Daoist priest's persuasion at all. He took the lead and headed toward the canteen.
The young Taoist priest could only shake his head helplessly.
On one hand, it was the instructions of the substitute sect leader, and on the other hand, it was the son of the substitute sect leader. Immediately, they had a headache.
It was lunchtime, so Tang Long followed Song Qingshu to the cafeteria.
"System, lock onto Song Qingshu and download Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill and ninth-grade talent.”
Tang Long instructed the system.
"Ding! It will take 40 minutes to download Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill and 9 hours to download a ninth-grade talent. Would the host like to use the instant download opportunity?”
" Don't use it. Just download it!"
Ding!" The system has begun downloading. Please maintain a distance of ten meters from Song Qingshu.”
The back door of the canteen of the martial arts hall led directly to the servant hall. The servant disciples in charge of cooking entered the canteen of the martial arts hall through the back door every day.
If Tang Long did not enter the training hall today, he would have to go through the canteen if he wanted to download more cultivation techniques or higher cultivation talent.
However, it was not safe to do so because it did not take long for the disciples of the martial arts hall to eat.
Of course, everything was not a problem now.
At this time, many disciples of the martial arts hall went to the canteen to eat. He followed Song Qingshu around, so it did not arouse any suspicion.
Moreover, even if the martial world was dangerous and unpredictable, very few people would be suspicious in their own base camp.
Little wimps, especially those who had been spoiled since young, felt like they were fighting just by eating.
Song Qingshu was like this. He would look around and occasionally run off to do business.
In order to keep the distance between them within ten meters, Tang Long had gone through a lot of trouble.
Fortunately, this way, Song Qingshu's meal time became much longer.
Forty minutes later…
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully downloading Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill. Do you want to integrate it?”
"Let's not fuse it for now. Continue downloading!”
Song Qingshu spent a full hour on his meal.
After dinner, Song Qingshu looked around like a curious baby.
They would go wherever the crowd was.
He especially liked to watch the disciples of the Martial Arts Hall spar or practice their lightness skills.
"Wow, so handsome. When I grow up, I must be as powerful as my senior brothers.”
In the evening, Song Qingshu, the devilish brat, had watched a thrilling and exciting martial arts competition. He was jumping and shouting excitedly, his hands clapping happily.
"Junior Brother, it's getting dark now. Why don't we go back?”
At this moment, the young Daoist priest leaned over to Song Qingshu's ear and advised.
Tang Long was shocked.
Only six hours had passed, and there were still three hours before the ninth-grade talent was successfully downloaded.
If Song Qingshu left now, all his previous efforts would be in vain.
No matter what, he had to keep Song Qingshu for another three hours.
However, Tang Long did not act rashly. He wanted to hear Song Qingshu's thoughts before making a decision.
"Senior Brother, no, it's not easy for me to come out. I haven't had enough fun yet. Let me play a little longer and go back later.”
"But…"
"Senior Brother, I know you're in a difficult position, but just let me be for a day. From tomorrow onwards, I won't mess around and will definitely listen to Senior Brother.”
The young Taoist priest's eyes lit up." You said it yourself. Don't go back on your words."”
"Senior Brother, what are you saying? Am I, Song Qingshu, such a person?”
Song Qingshu's small hand slapped his chest loudly.
Tang Long heaved a sigh of relief.
Tang Long continued to follow Song Qingshu and the others for another three hours.
During this time, the young Taoist priest looked over with suspicion from time to time. It was obvious that Tang Long's abnormal behavior had attracted his attention. However, perhaps because he was in the Wudang headquarters and Tang Long was only a third-rate cultivator, he did not react too strongly. He just stood between Tang Long and Song Qingshu every time.
Tang Long's mouth twitched when he saw the young Taoist priest's actions."If it wasn't for the sake of downloading a ninth-grade talent, would I have followed you all for a day?”
"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully downloading the ninth grade talent. Would the host like to fuse it immediately?”
At nine o'clock in the evening, Tang Long felt relieved when the system's voice sounded.
Although the young Taoist priest did not say anything, his gaze from time to time made Tang Long feel pressured.
"I won't fuse it for the time being."
Seeing Tang Long's back, the young Taoist priest heaved a sigh of relief. He had been guarding against Tang Long all this time, which had exhausted him mentally and physically.
" System, fuse them all."
Every fusion was like a life and death experience, but for Tang Long, it was a transformation.
Ten minutes passed quickly. Tang Long immediately opened the attribute panel.
Name: Tang Long
[Cultivation Techniques: Wudang Heart Technique (max level), Wudang Sword Technique (max level), Wudang Nine Yang Technique (max level), Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Sword (max level), Cloud Ladder (max level)]
[Cultivation Talent: Grade Nine]
[Cultivation: Early third-rate realm!]
Now that he had the cultivation technique and talent, what Tang Long lacked the most was strength.
There were only four years left until Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday. He had to seize the time to cultivate and strive to attract Zhang Sanfeng's attention before Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday. Even if he could not take Zhang Sanfeng as his master, he had to download his cultivation technique and talent.
Four years might seem like a long time, but for martial artists, it was already a gift to be able to break through to the second-rate realm.
Of course, Zhang Wuji was an exception. After all, other than talent, the Nine Yang Divine Technique was also a quick martial arts mental cultivation method.
Tang Long's heart burned with passion when he thought of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
Zhang Wuji had only cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Technique for five to six years, and he was already unrivaled in the world. If he could obtain it, his strength would increase even faster.
"Zhang Wuji is still on Ice Fire Island, so the Nine Yang Divine Skill must be on the cliff near Zhuwu Lianhuan Village.”
"However, it's better to raise my cultivation first.”
Tang Long knew very well that with his current strength, it was very dangerous for him to wander the martial world alone. The safest thing to do was to improve his strength and then find the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
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