MTL - The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Yi Jianchuan is an experienced person after all, and it is not fake that thousands of years of Taoism are placed here, although the combat power is not as good as Wang Muyu's rich experience, so when Yi Jianchuan deliberately arranged such a secluded place to ask Wang Muyu's true identity.

In fact, Wang Muyu had already foreseen this scene deep in his heart.

It was only a matter of time before Yi Jianchuan discovered his true identity.

The only thing that made Wang Muyu misjudgment was that the time point of this discovery was a little too early... How long has he just been apprentice, and this shows his fault.

"How did the teacher find out?" Wang Muyu didn't answer directly, but first asked back.

"Yue Lingwei and Zhang Ziqi, these two loose cultivators know you, right?" Yi Jianchuan said, rubbing his long temples hanging down.

In the final analysis, this is an intuition, through the communication of sight and the analysis of micro-expressions.

Even though a few people pretended to be complete strangers, they still did not escape Yi Jianchuan's attention. There is a lot of theoretical knowledge in the modern world of self-cultivation. The knowledge that Yi Jianchuan has mastered is not only superior swordsmanship.

Yes, in addition to his identity as a juggernaut, he is also a doctor of psychology.

"Teacher... So you are still a doctor of psychology..." Wang Muyu was shocked, because this was information he never knew before. He thought that Zhan Zong had already done a detailed investigation of the Juggernaut's backtracking, but it turned out that there were still some omissions.

However, this is not surprising, after all, how long has Zongzong been established? As the founding general of the Juggernaut, he is already a battle-hardened veteran.

In the history of Huaxiu Kingdom's cultivation of the state of cultivation, this is a figure of the level of a living fossil old monster!

"It's just some trivial identities." Yi Jianchuan's face was calm, he took Wang Muyu to a bookcase in the Yashe, and turned an antique vase on the bookcase.

Soon the sound of the gears turning on the bookcase came, and the entire bookcase opened along both sides, fully revealing the recessed wall hidden behind the bookcase.

This is a medal wall specially used by Yi Jianchuan to hang various certificates and medals. Wang Muyu was shocked, because the various medals, medals and certificates hanging on this wall are the same as the longevity locks hanging on the bridge in the scenic spot. , has completely folded this concave wall.

Wang Muyu's eyes were fixed on the wall, and the certificates and awards made him feel that he had re-acquainted his teacher.

Doctor of Philosophy from Qixingzong, Doctor of Lingzhi from Xihuang First Agricultural and Industrial University, Doctor of Philosophy from Beidou University, Dean of Qinghua University Cultivation Theory Research Institute, Doctor of Swordsmanship from Yashin University, Doctor of Archaeology from Mojin University, and Fuzhuan from Jiuyang University PhD…

"Teacher... How much have you learned..." Wang Muyu was shocked. He didn't expect Yi Jianchuan to be a sword saint on the surface, but he was a scholar behind his back.

The key is that these certificates are not correspondence, they are full-time graduates!

The length of a comprehension university is ten years...

What Wang Muyu just read is only one percent of Yi Jianchuan's current identity.

So how much time does his teacher have to spend to get a full-time degree from these universities?

Now Wang Muyu finally understands why his teacher, Yi Jianchuan, is so important to Yuan Zun. This is indeed a rare talent with both virtue and martial arts.

No matter what the circumstances, the only thing that will not betray you is knowledge.

When Wang Muyu saw this scene, his young heart was deeply shocked, and he felt that he still had a long way to go.

"Muyu, you have also seen it. Teachers are usually cautious and never want to show off their experiences with others. But in the eyes of teachers, you are not an outsider."

This is what Yi Jianchuan said.

Obviously, this is a confession.

As he spoke, he gently stroked Wang Muyu's head.

Then feel it.

Two hard things suddenly grew on Wang Muyu's head.

This is…

fuck!

It's Dragon Horn!

At this moment, even though UU reading www.uukanshu.com had seen many great scenes, Yi Jianchuan, one of the ten dignified founding generals, could not help but fall into suffocation and petrified on the spot.

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On the other hand, Mr. Tibetan Fox has already come to Floating Cloud Town. It has to be said that this is the first time he has felt a strong sense of security inside the game world since he entered the game world of the Sanxian Er Dharma Ring.

Any NPC on the road has a level of forty or fifty, and the public security conditions in the city have even exceeded that of some Grade A cities. The streets are neat and clean, and even the players are polite, as if every player who came to Fuyun Town was From old brother Zuan to a quality citizen, every gesture and gesture is a salute, giving people a feeling of being in a prosperous world.

"This pharmacy...you want to give it to me to run it?" Mr. Zanghu originally planned to come to the pharmacy in Fuyun Town, Panxia. In such a city with a high level of security, the right to operate the pharmacy in Panxia is not in Mr. Zanghu's opinion. An easy task.

And I'm afraid there will be many competitors.

Mr. Tibetan Fox had already prepared for the worst, thinking that the pharmacy in Floating Cloud Town was a very difficult bone to crack.

In the end, I didn't expect that I just came up with an idea. The 80-level drugstore owner actually agreed directly, and he didn't charge him any rent, so he planned to give it to him for nothing.

The pharmacy owner patted Mr. Tibetan Fox on the shoulder: "Well, yes, sir, you can get the right to operate our pharmacy in Fuyun Town for free. The reason is nothing else, just because our city owner and general is a small animal hobby. He also thinks that you look very similar to the little animal he likes, and it has the same effect."

"Little animal lover... Could it be that he likes foxes?"

"No, he likes little raccoons."

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with me..."