Miaoxin nodded happily: "Yes, Uncle Master, don't worry, I won't ask you for pocket money anymore, I will earn it myself. Also, I will only demonstrate once, I won't pester you to demonstrate dozens of times."
Gong Moyu originally listened to Gu Qingxi's words and thought that Gu Qingxi was a bit unkind to his nephew.
But after hearing Miaoxin pestering Gu Qingxi to demonstrate dozens of times, his face became strange, and he asked in confusion: "What do you mean by demonstrating dozens of times? Is it what I think it means?" After
Gu Qingxi boarded the flying boat first, he motioned for the two to board the flying boat as well. After the flying boat slowly took off, Gu Qingxi explained helplessly: "In his previous life, Miaoxin was obsessed with forging, but he didn't have the talent. He spent a lot of time and money on it..."
Miaoxin was unconvinced and said: "I really don't have the talent, but hard work can make up for my shortcomings. I believe that as long as I keep hammering with the big hammer, I will definitely be able to hammer out a future."
Gu Qingxi retorted unhappily: "Then let me ask you, have you hammered out the future? For In order to buy those forging materials, how much money did you cheat from me? Don’t you know? How much money did you cheat from your master? Did you forget it when your master beat you from the sky to the ground? You can’t even forge a sword. You pestered me to demonstrate it fifty times. In the end, you still have the nerve to ask what the second step of forging is. Do you have the memory of a fish? Your master is right. If you spend all this energy on cultivation, your cultivation would have surpassed him long ago. "
Miao Xin hung his head, still unconvinced: "I, I will be able to forge it one day. Besides, how can a disciple surpass the master? Isn’t that treason?"
Gong Moyu: "..." Is this the typical example of someone who has no talent but still fights to the death? Because he has a bald head, so he is particularly iron?
Gu Qingxi curled her lips: "The disciple is better than the master. Your master will only be happy. How could he think you are rebellious? He might even be very happy to cling to your thighs."
Miaoxin lowered her head and muttered: "I don't care. I want to learn forging. I want to be a handsome hammer cultivator. How handsome it is to take turns with a big hammer. And it's so convenient to wipe the sweat when forging iron with my bald head."
Gong Moyu: "..." He used to think that some of Qingxi's friends had strange brain circuits, the kind of strangeness that mortals can't understand. Now it seems that people of the same family are alike. The brain circuit of this little bald head is also strange and abnormal.
If this was said in vain, Feng Xiatian would only sneer and fight back. Where did Gong Moyu get the face to say such a thing?
He himself is a big funny guy, and his brain circuits are often stranger than theirs, okay!
Gu Qingxi drove the flying boat to the direction of Wangyue Town first.
But this place has become a big river, and there are no people around.
After tens of thousands of years of changes, the terrain here has changed.
Wangyue Town no longer exists. No wonder Gong Moyu has never heard of the name Wangyue Town.
Gu Qingxi stopped the flying boat above the river and was silent.
Gong Moyu and Miaoxin did not disturb her, but just sat quietly by the side to accompany her.
Gu Qingxi looked at the surging river for a long time before driving the flying boat away.
As time passed, many things were lost in the long river of history.
However, she still had to continue on her future path.
Moreover, there were many people who would walk with her along the way.
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The flying boat flew very fast, and it took only half a day to reach Beidu City.
Gu Qingxi landed the flying boat not far from the gate of Beidu City. After putting away the flying boat, she handed a sound transmission jade slip to Miaoxin.
Because Miaoxin wanted to go shopping and buy some things after entering the city. Gu Qingxi was not very reassured, so she decided to give him this sound transmission jade slip.
This sound transmission jade slip was different from the sound transmission jade slips commonly used by the cultivators of Yuanzhen Continent. This sound transmission jade slip was large and heavy. It has its own base station array and spirit stones.
It can communicate with the same sound transmission jade slip in Gu Qingxi's hand at a short distance.
To put it bluntly, this is similar to the intercom in the modern world.
This is also developed by Xue Mingbai.
"Eh? Uncle, this thing is amazing." After knowing the purpose of the sound transmission jade slip, Miaoxin couldn't let it go.
"Go, you can use this to call me if you have something. Also, there are some protective magic tools in your storage bag, remember to wear them. Remember, don't show your wealth." Gu Qingxi reminded.
"I know, Uncle, don't worry, I'm very smart." Miaoxin carefully put away the sound transmission jade slip and nodded in agreement.
Just like that, after entering the city, Gu Qingxi and Gong Moyu went to the station of the Renxin League. Miaoxin went to stroll around the city by herself.
Beidu City is much larger than Wan'an City, and it is also more prosperous and lively.
There are people coming and going on the streets, there are cultivators and mortals, but there are obviously many more cultivators here than in Wan'an City.
Mortals are very respectful to cultivators and try to avoid them.
The station of the Renxin League is in the east of the city. After walking along the main road to the east of the city, you can see the house of the Renxin League at a glance.
Because it is the tallest and largest building in the east of the city.
The Renxin League is indeed the richest league. The whole house is magnificent and majestic, and even the patterns on the tiles are very delicate.
At the gate, there are two teams of guards standing guard without looking sideways.
People come in and out of the gate in an endless
stream. Gu Qingxi and Gong Moyu did not encounter any obstruction when they entered the gate.
People who come to the Renxin League are not only here to assess their level, but more often they come to seek medical treatment.
After entering the hall of the Renxin League, there are many people in the spacious hall, but the whole hall is very quiet, and everyone speaks softly.
Because this place is different from other places, medical practitioners are very respected, and many people in the hall come to ask for help, so naturally their words and deeds are extremely cautious.
The place for medical practitioners to register for the assessment is in a corner of the hall, which is unusually quiet.
There is only one old man who set up a table and slept on the table.
Gu Qingxi stepped forward and knocked on the table.
The old man was awakened, but he didn't even raise his head. He said impatiently: "No test today, come again tomorrow."
Gu Qingxi asked: "Why?"
The old man's tone became more impatient: "Can't you see I'm sleeping?"
Gu Qingxi didn't get angry, but said calmly: "Aren't you awake now?"
The old man finally raised his head, looked at the woman standing in front of him, and asked lazily: "Why do you want to take the medical examination?"
Gu Qingxi said: "Because the higher the level of medical examination, the more convenient it is to do things. People can look up to me and talk to me, and it is easy to make money."
The old man tutted: "You are honest. Unlike those rubbish before, they said that doctors are kind and save the dying and the wounded."
Without waiting for Gu Qingxi to speak, the old man asked again: "Do you know who I am?"
Gu Qingxi shook his head: "I don't know."
The old man laughed: "That's right, if you knew who I was, you wouldn't dare to disturb my sleep."
Gu Qingxi said seriously: "No matter who you are, since you are sitting here at the registration point for the medical examination, you should do what you should do. So no matter who you are, I will wake you up." Gu Qingxi knew
very well that the medical practitioners in Tiancang Continent always like to put on airs, and the higher the medical skills, the bigger the airs. People are like this. If they stay in a high position for a long time, they will forget their original intentions.
Obviously, the old man in front of him has been praised too high for too long.
If she was just a novice monk, she would really be intimidated and asked who the other person was in fear and trepidation.
But, she was not.
The old man's face darkened: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
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