"Easy tendons, forge bones, and refine marrow."

"The martial artists here are divided into these three realms. Unfortunately, I don't have complete cultivation secrets, and I don't know what else is above the three realms. These three realms are definitely not the final goal of cultivation."

Wu Hao sat on a pile of firewood in a dimly lit house, holding a wooden stick and writing and painting on the ground. There were sheets of paper next to it. Almost every piece of paper was wrinkled, most of which were only half, and they were not coherent, and the content on each chapter was different.

Bang, Wu Hao threw the stick in his hand to the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes flashed with light, and said, "The Wuliang Sect is only considered a lower-level sect in the world of Tianji. The primary martial arts are very complicated. It seems that the world of this warrior cannot be underestimated."

Wu Hao traveled through time. A week ago, he was doing experiments in a secret physics laboratory on earth. An explosion occurred. Wu Hao died in that accident, and his soul traveled to the celestial world and possessed him from the servitude disciple of the Wuliang Sect.

He is said to be a disciple, but in fact he is a slave who does dirty work and is an orphan adopted by the sect since childhood. He has no qualifications to learn martial arts and can only eat the remaining food and can only sleep in the woodshed. He can only accept bullying others.

Wu Hao's life experience in the past was not very clear. He only knew that he was picked up by a disciple of Wuliang Sect from a small town at the foot of the mountain and brought it back. For fifteen years, Wu Hao had not learned a martial arts, but was bullied by disciples outside almost every day. Therefore, Wu Hao hid in the workplace behind most of the time and did not come out. After a few years, most of the disciples in the sect have forgotten him.

After traveling through time, Wu Hao tried to integrate into this world as quickly as possible, not letting himself reveal his flaws. After a few days, he was still qualified and did not let the people around him notice it. In fact, no one noticed a traitor disciple without identity.

Of course, Wu Hao used to be a person with a very low presence.

However, Wu Hao is not a person who is willing to be ordinary.

Recently, I have been looking for opportunities to see those disciples of Wuliang Sect practice martial arts every day. When cleaning up the garbage, I also see if anyone throws away some secrets or something.

There are some gains, most of which are pages on the secret book or covers, and there is basically no complete martial arts. However, Wu Hao still relied on his genius brain to deduce the subsequent moves based on one and a half-stage moves, and also summarized some general situations of martial arts in this world, which can be regarded as summarizing a general outline.

Most of the Wuliang Sect are primary warriors, mainly three realms: three realms: Yijin, bones, and marrow refining. Ninety-nine percent of the Wuliang Sect are staying in these three realms, and this is only the primary realm of martial artists’ cultivation. It can be seen how Wuliang Sect is a sect.

Very inferior sect.

Wu Hao was even more distressed. He could not get the opportunity to practice martial arts in just a low-level sect. He threw more than a dozen thoroughly studied secret pages in his hand into the stove and burned them. Wu Hao started his work today.

"Rat, come out."

With a low call, Wu Hao hurriedly threw away the work in his hand and ran out. The person who called him was the leader of the Wuliang Sect's errand disciples. Zhang Tieqin was also the few who could stand out among the miscellaneous disciples. At this time, he was an outer sect manager of the Wuliang Sect, and the one who was in charge of this group of miscellaneous disciples.

He usually takes a lot of care for Wu Hao, and Wu Hao knows that Zhang Tiequan may have a good thing.

"Uncle Iron Fist."

Wu Hao came up and shouted at Zhang Tieqin.

Zhang Tiequan is a middle-aged man in his forties. His fists are as big as a casserole. He deserves the title of Iron Fist. He said to a middle-aged man wearing a green gown behind him: "Elder Liu, this is Wu Hao. He is fifteen years old this year and has been doing some miscellaneous work in the backyard. Do you think he is satisfied?"

Elder Liu glanced up and down on Wu Hao's body like lightning, nodded slightly, and said, "Okay, let's just him."

Zhang Tieqin had a smile on his stiff and dark face and whispered to Wu Hao: "Thank you, elder."

Wu Hao was still confused and confused about what was going on, but he was still very clever and respectfully said to Elder Liu according to Zhang Tiequan's instructions: "Thank you, elder."

Elder Liu said: "Well, go and change your clothes quickly, and then go to Wu Pavilion to report."

Wu Hao suddenly felt like he was struck by lightning in his head.

The Martial Arts Pavilion is the place where Wuliang Sect places many secret skills. What should he do there?

Zhang Tieqin pulled Wu Hao and turned to pack up his things inside, whispering to Wu Hao: "Yesterday, two errand disciples from the Martial Arts Pavilion were beaten to death, and no one was cleaning inside to make a living. Elder Liu asked me for someone, so I would recommend you."

Wu Hao said: "What should I do if I went in and was beaten to death?"

Zhang Tieqin's tone stopped and then said, "The two disciples who fought and caused trouble have been punished and exiled. Just go, mouse, I know you are different from others. This is a chance."

Zhang Tieqin patted Wu Hao on the shoulder and said something meaningful.

Wu Hao was shocked and his surprise flashed. Could it be that he would not discover the fact that he had secretly learned martial arts? He pretended to be stupid and said, "What opportunity? Uncle Iron Fist?"

"You can take it yourself."

Zhang Tieqin didn't say much.

Wu Hao went to the hut where he lived to pack up everything, just two pieces of clothes, nothing else. For the servant disciples, it would be nice to have two pretty clean and complete clothes stored.

Afterwards, Wu Hao followed Elder Liu, who had returned, and left the backyard where the servant disciples lived.

"At the age of fifteen, I am over the age of learning martial arts, and I have always been taciturn, can't communicate with others, my eyes are dull, and I shouldn't be very energetic."

Elder Liu looked at Wu Hao and came to a conclusion, and was quite satisfied.

The Martial Arts Pavilion is not an ordinary place. The Martial Arts Pavilion of each sect is its core place. People who clean the sanitation are definitely not selected at will. They must have absolute control and will not secretly learn the martial arts inside. Therefore, this candidate is more difficult than choosing core disciples.

Among hundreds or thousands of errand disciples, Wu Hao was selected.

The Wuji Pavilion is located on the back hillside of Wuliang Mountain, surrounded by tight guards and dense forests.

Elder Liu said a few words to several older guards at the gate, then took Wu Hao in and sent Wu Hao an identity card, so that he could be unobstructed in the martial arts pavilion in the future. However, Wu Hao also understood one thing.

"Wu Hao, you will live here in the future. The only thing you do is to clean all the rooms and bookshelf inside. With the ID card, you can go to most places, but you can't leave the Martial Arts Pavilion."

Elder Liu glanced at Wu Hao indifferently, determined Wu Hao's fate, and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!