The next morning, Zhao Hen and Zhou Qiang returned to the hall of Chuxiang Villa together. As soon as they arrived at the hall, they saw all the preparatory disciples gathered together. After everyone gathered, General Manager Zhang Yuan took everyone to the Chuxiang Villa's School to learn the basic knowledge of introduction.

The Zi Lei Sect is a small sect that is not as good as the level of the class, so both human and material resources are used very flexibly. In the Zi Lei Sect, there are two ways to become a disciple. The first is to guide the disciples of the merits. The knowledge learned in this way is relatively broad, but at the same time, there are also many people who learn.

The second type is that you can receive guidance from the disciples of the Neishanmen who have received appreciation or references. Zhao Hen is the second type, but before this, you must learn the basic knowledge of the introduction in the School of Merit. You can only accept guidance and start practicing the exercises after you have finished learning the basic knowledge.

Although Zhao Hen didn't care whether he could learn these basic knowledge at all, and he no longer needed it, in order to avoid suspicion, he had to pretend to learn from scratch. Otherwise, if a mortal was full of knowledge, had everything in practice, medicine and medicine, and was well-known in astronomy and geography, this would make people doubt it.

The sects that cultivate immortals attach great importance to inheritance. If Zhao Hen ignored it and exposed that he had learned these things, he would definitely be regarded as an undercover agent who stole the Purple Thunder Sect's martial arts. If that were the case, I believe Feng Yun would be very happy to eliminate Zhao Hen in the cradle of happiness and make great contributions within the sect, so Zhao Hen would never let Feng Yun take advantage of it.

Under Zhang Yuan's leadership, all the disciples of intervention entered Chuangong Pavilion one after another. However, when Zhao Hen wanted to enter, Zhang Yuan stopped him: "Let's wait!"

Zhao Hen turned around and asked, "What does the so-called me by the steward?"

Zhang Yuan didn't care whether Zhao Hen would hold a grudge against him. Anyway, this was what Master Feng Yun ordered, and Zhao Hen couldn't blame him anymore. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "Uncle Feng has already ordered him. He said that you have finished learning the introductory classics, and you don't have to learn it anymore!"

After hearing this, Zhao Hen couldn't help but be stunned. When did he finish learning the introductory classics? Why didn't he even know after finishing learning? But after just one second, he immediately reacted, and thought that this was Feng Yun, an old man, who was making things difficult for him again.

If Zhao Hen is like his previous life, then there is no need to say anything else, he will not understand the secrets of martial arts and martial arts without anyone giving advice, and if no one teaches the Yin and Yang and Five Elements of Heaven and Earth, he will not know anything, and he will not recognize any spiritual medicine materials, so why can he practice immortals? Not to mention a year, even a hundred years, he will be just a mediocre mortal.

Feng Yun's purpose was very clear. It was obvious that not allowing Zhao Hen to learn the introductory classics to be able to no longer stand out in Chuxiang Villa and to go further on the road to immortal cultivation. As long as a year passes, Zhao Hen will be demoted to a slave. At that time, he will naturally humiliate whatever he wants and abuse as he wants. In an old saying, a gentleman takes revenge, it is not too late, and at that time there is time to regret Zhao Hen for a lifetime. As long as Zhao Hen becomes a slave, he can easily abuse Zhao Hen to death.

Zhang Yuan and Zhao Hen, the general manager of Chuxiang Villa, still know that this is a master at the peak of Qi refining. However, because he is too old and it seems unlikely that he can go further, so he serves as the general manager in Chuxiang Villa. It is said that he is the general manager, but in fact he is the owner of the manor, responsible for the trivial matters and introductory teachings of the preparatory disciples of the Zi Lei Sect every year. As a disciple of the Inner Mountain Gate who builds the foundation, Zhang Yuan will naturally not disobey his instructions.

However, Feng Yun can't even calculate it. Zhao Hen doesn't need these basic knowledge of entry, and even more advanced guidance. Feng Yun wants to use this to suppress Zhao Hen, obviously he made a mistake in his plan. Now Zhao Hen doesn't need to learn these things at all, and he just needs to do it to cover up his eyes and ears, so he doesn't mind spending a little money to buy people's hearts.

"It seems that I, Zhao Hen, have no hope of cultivating immortals." When Zhao Hen came to his senses, a sudden inspiration flashed in his eyes, and then he took out a dragon spirit fruit that had been nearly a thousand years from his arms. "It's a pity that the dragon spirit fruit left to me by my ancestors is useless. Yesterday, the rotten food caused me to be empty-handed all night, but now it seems that I just use these dragon spirit fruits to satisfy my hunger."

As soon as he finished speaking, he peeled the thousand-year-old dragon spirit fruit with a big crack, broke it into two halves with a crack, and the bright red flesh as red as blood, and bit it into his mouth and chewed it.

At this moment, this scene that almost all monks collapsed after seeing it, but it was unswervingly reflected in Zhang Yuan's eyes.

Unbelievable, Zhao Hen actually took a fruit that looked very much like a dragon spirit fruit, broke it open and put the flesh into his mouth, and dripping it with juice. Zhang Yuan didn't even have to get close to it, and felt the powerful spiritual power contained in the peel that Zhao Hen threw down.

"This, this is..." The old Zhang Yuan almost rushed up and grabbed the peel that Zhao Hen had thrown down in his hand. After a closer look, with his old eyes, he immediately confirmed that this was definitely a dragon spirit fruit, and it was a dragon spirit fruit that was nearly a thousand years old!

A dragon spirit fruit that has been nearly a thousand years old! It was peeled off by Zhao Hen, and it was broken apart and threw it into his mouth. Zhang Yuan's heart at this moment was even more painful than being cut into pieces by someone. What kind of prodigal son would think of eating the dragon spirit fruit raw? And it would still have to peel off the skin? If this dragon spirit fruit that has been nearly a thousand years old is refined into a foundation-building pill for himself to eat, it can definitely be able to build the foundation directly, and there will be no possible problem!

Holding the thick dragon spirit fruit peel in two halves, looking at the juice still dripping on it, Zhang Yuan wanted to strangle Zhao Hen, the prodigal son, to death, but finally he still remembered that Zhao Hen had worshipped Wang Ze as his master. Holding the heartache, Zhang Yuan held two pieces of fruit peel and shouted angrily at Zhao Hen: "Do you know what this is?"

"Isn't it just the Dragon Spirit Fruit? It's delicious!" Zhao Hen stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, as if he was still savoring the sweetness of the Dragon Spirit Fruit's flesh. Then he said disapprovingly: "Since I have no hope of cultivating immortals, what are you still doing?"

"You..." Zhang Yuan was almost angry on the spot by Zhao Hen's words. But can he blame Zhao Hen for this? Just now, people said that this was left by his ancestors, and whether to eat or not is determined by him! It is said that once a person loses hope, everything else is not important. If Zhao Hen had hope of cultivating immortals, he would definitely not be willing to eat raw, otherwise he would not have been left until now. But just now, he destroyed Zhao Hen's hope of cultivating immortals with his own mouth! How could he ask him how he could question Zhao Hen at this moment?

At this moment, Zhang Yuan remembered who forced himself to suppress Zhao Hen. Now, Zhao Hen has no hope of cultivating immortals and has begun to eat the dragon spirit fruits he passed down from his ancestors!

Seeing Zhao Hen being soaked in juice, Zhang Yuan suddenly became extremely dissatisfied with Feng Yun, who forced him to suppress Zhao Hen. If he hadn't secretly used evil and made Zhao Hen hopeless to cultivate immortals, Zhao Hen could destroy such a top-quality spiritual medicine? If the dragon spirit fruit was refined into a foundation-building pill for him to take it, he would have become a disciple of the inner mountain gate! Why should he be threatened by that villain Feng Yun and persecuted the good family here and be hated?

As the chief manager, Zhang Yuan naturally had no brains. He quickly figured out something from what Zhao Hen said before eating the dragon spirit fruit. Zhao Hen had mentioned several dragon spirit fruits before. It seems that Zhao Hen's dragon spirit fruit is definitely more than this! Thinking of this, the old Zhang Yuan stretched out his big hand and grabbed the thin Zhao Hen: "Super the remaining dragon spirit fruits you have!"

After being grabbed by Zhang Yuan, Zhao Hen was not angry, but instead said with a smile: "Haha, what is Mr. Zhang doing? Don't forget the rules set by the Purple Thunder Sect since its founding!"

As soon as Zhao Hen said this, Zhang Yuan was so scared that his face turned pale. He hurriedly let go of his hands holding Zhao Hen. If others didn't know, it was possible, but Zhang Yuan, who is the chief manager of Chuxiang Villa, knew it very well.

Zi Lei, the founder of the Zi Lei Sect, was once a casual cultivator. When he was practicing, he was often bullied and plundered by masters. Later, when he was successful, he created the Zi Lei Sect. Before he ascended to the Nine Heavens, he set a rule in the Zi Lei Sect. If there were disciples who plunder other people's property in the sect, they would be killed without any hesitation!

At this moment, Zhang Yuan, who was greedy, dared not have the idea of ​​stealing the Dragon Spirit Fruit after being reminded by Zhao Hen? Even if he borrowed this courage, he would not dare to joke about his life!

Looking at Zhang Yuan with a pale face, Zhao Hen laughed and said, "I do have this dragon spirit fruit, and I can't give it to you, but if I give it to you, there is still no hope of cultivating immortals. Haha, look at this..."

"What? Just say it!" When Zhang Yuan heard that there was hope for Long Lingguo, he was immediately happy and waved his hand to ask Zhao Hen to continue.

"Haha, Mr. Zhang is really a smart person, so I'll tell the truth." Seeing Zhang Yuan so excited, Zhao Hen was already full of joy. He just did so much just to bribe Zhang Yuan. Now Zhang Yuan's performance is not beyond Zhao He's expectation. After walking a few steps, Zhao Hen continued to speak: "If Mr. Zhang is willing to open the convenient door to cultivate immortals for me and let me learn the introductory classics, I will naturally present the Dragon Spirit Fruit with both hands!"

Zhang Yuanyi was overjoyed when he heard this: "Okay, I promise you!"

At this moment, Feng Yun's words had already been thrown out of Jiuxiaoyun by Zhang Yuan. After hearing Zhao Hen's words, Zhang Yuan agreed almost immediately, fearing that Zhao Hen would regret it. What Feng Yun? What is he? Where is the red dragon spirit fruit coming from? Zhang Yuan believes that as long as he gets this dragon spirit fruit, he will definitely be able to successfully build the foundation. Why should he be afraid of Feng Yun's disaster at that time?
Chapter completed!