Being despised by a little dumpling, Wu Zun scratched his head.

He is used to being poor.

But habit does not mean acceptance.

He has always wanted to rise up, break through the shackles of fate, and become the richest man in the cultivation world, who is full of spiritual stones and natural resources, and can throw away earthly treasures at will.

However, dreams are full and reality is too skinny.

Born into a secular prince's family, he was born as the young prince of Zhenjunhou Mansion. The future Zhenjunhou, logically speaking, is born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and will be rich and noble for a lifetime. However, nobility is noble, and wealth is Zhenjun.

The Hou Mansion will always be in pain.

The little salary and money from the family plus the income from the industry were completely insufficient to cover the expenses of the Zhenjunhou in the army.

The Marquis Mansion of the Zhenjun guarded the border, and the little money allocated by the court could not even cover the army's rations and salary, let alone other things.

The Zhenjun Hou Mansion wanted to maintain the combat effectiveness of its troops, maintain the peace of the country, and the happiness of the people, so they could only keep adding money to it.

There is also the pension for those soldiers who died in the war, and the pension money allocated by the court is pitiful. The Zhenjun Hou Mansion does not want the soldiers to bleed and sacrifice, and the lives of their families cannot be guaranteed. In order to solve the worries of the soldiers, they can only provide pensions from the court.

Added to the standard.

Unfortunately, the Marquis Mansion of Zhenjun has produced military gods from generation to generation, but is not good at business.

Lack of money has been a pain for generations of everyone in the Zhenjunhou Mansion.

When Drunkard Hou was still a young prince, other noble princes in the capital lived in fine clothes and lively lives of wine and meat. At a young age, he already knew the weight of life. From the age of six, he worked hard every day to earn more money.

Use your brain.

The past is too poor to look back on.

That is to say, he has an amazing amount of hair and has become a big man with a beard. Otherwise, he would have gone bald long ago.

Fortunately, his talent in martial arts was astonishing. He became a martial arts cultivator at the age of six, and became a master at the age of twelve. Then he sang all the way and defeated invincible opponents in the cultivating world with a horizontal sword.

Because he did not aspire to worldly power, the family had no choice but to establish another heir apparent. However, although he was famous throughout the Holy Continent, others still called him Little Marquis.

In addition to being a swordsman, he was also famous for his addiction to alcohol, so the world called him a swordsman and a drunkard.

After entering the cultivation world, because the pain of being a poor ghost penetrated deep into his bones, he also worked hard to earn spiritual stones. Unfortunately, probably the fate of the poor ghost of the Zhenjunhou family, even if he became a monk, he could not break through, and he would never earn anything.

It spends quickly.

Even though he had become a martial lord a long time ago, he never had any extra wealth except for swords and wine.

At this moment, Xiaotuanzi despised him as a pauper and was unable to refute.

But who is the drunk man? If he couldn't bear this blow, he would not be able to survive long ago.

He is best at putting himself in someone else’s shoes when he is drunk!

Yes, after scratching his head when he was drunk, he thought, wonderful, my disciple is destined to be rich. Look at what he is wearing and what he is holding in his hands. He is given food and drink. He is a rich man.

Oh God.

It’s true that I can’t earn spiritual stones myself, but if I have a disciple with terrible financial resources, then I will have a disciple to respect me from now on, so why bother earning spiritual stones?

I was born poor, and I recognize it!

Isn't it true that no matter how much wealth I get, I can't leave behind a single streak of silver or a spiritual stone? I won't keep any! As long as I have disciples to show my filial piety every day, what else do I have to worry about?

Thinking of this, Wu Zun immediately felt calm.

Displaying the nobility and power that a martial arts master should have, the drunken Hou laughed and said, "How can you have too much of something like wealth?"

After speaking, he pointed to the heaven and earth: "This refining realm is divided into nine realms, and the treasures in the nine realms are all prepared by me for my disciple. So whether you like it or not, as long as my disciple

If you like it, I will give it to her! When my apprentice wakes up after realizing it, I will lead you to search for the treasures of heaven and earth!"

Whenever I get wealth, I have to give it up and I can't keep it. But my disciple looks like he is rich and destined. If I can't keep it, can my disciple keep it?

What's the difference between being in my disciple's hands and being in my hands?

I have accepted this disciple!

When Babai heard this, his little black eyes immediately lit up.

"keep your word?"

Influenced by Liu Chun who loves to save personal money, Babai looks cute on the surface and doesn't care about anything but eats, but she actually loves to collect treasures.

But it was all done quietly, and that silly Baitian in Liuchun didn't notice it at all.

Wu Zun felt that his majesty was being questioned, and hummed: "I keep my word and never speak falsely."

"Master, you are so kind."

Babai immediately sold her fourth sister, and all the masters were called.

The drunk Hou was in a good mood and asked Xiaotuanzi with a smile: "Xiaotuanzi, no, Yan Jiadun, you said that the wine I drank was brewed by your second brother. Your second brother is also my disciple's second brother?"

Babai nodded.

The mood of drunkenness immediately bubbles with beauty.

That's good, that's good. I don't have to worry about my wine from now on.

You don’t have to worry about drinking anymore, what else do I have to worry about?

Becoming a Martial Saint is just a matter of course. He has reached the Great Perfection of Martial Lord, and he has the final say when to break through. The reason why he has been suppressing his cultivation is because he feels that the strength of his physical body is still a little unsatisfactory.

Well, if the disciple feels that having Wu Zun as his teacher is not honorable enough, he can also make a temporary breakthrough. If it is not satisfactory, it will be made up for later, which means it will only cost more trouble.

When I'm drunk, I think about all the wine I have for the rest of my life. When I drink the monkey wine in my hand, I no longer feel distressed.

However, his eyes never left Qixun even when he was talking to Babai.

At this time, Qixun had unconsciously raised his sword in the process of understanding, and slowly swung the sword. The sword's intention was three points stronger than before.

The drunken Hou's eyes lit up again.

What a strong understanding! This disciple is simply tailor-made for him!

After one strike, Qi Xun slowly swung out two more strikes, each strike more powerful than the other.

Unfortunately, after three sword strikes, Qi Xun was unable to swing the fourth sword.

Opening her eyes, she saw the drunken man sitting not far from her, holding a wine jar and drinking wine, while her white-haired and honest man was leaning on his knees.

Qixun was startled, why did Babai come out of the formation?

At this point, Qi Xun no longer thought about it. He discovered that when he understood the way of the sword from this senior, he not only recovered his previous cultivation level of the fifth level of Qi Refining, but also made progress and directly broke through to the sixth level of Qi Refining.

, I was very grateful to Drunken Hou for his guidance on her sword skills, and bowed respectfully: "Thank you, senior."

The drunken Hou discovered her breakthrough and couldn't help but be overjoyed. If someone is like this, what else could I ask for? He waved to her: "Xiaobao, come sit down and talk."

Qixun:...What the hell is Xiaobao?

Anyway, I couldn't beat him, so I had to obediently go over and sit cross-legged opposite the drunken Hou.

The drunken Hou smiled and said: "Xiaobao, if you can just read my ninety-nine sword skills once, memorize them all, and understand the three swords, one sword's intention is stronger than the other, you are a genius in this world, no one can match it. You deserve it."

You can master my sword skills. I have decided to accept you as my disciple."

Qi Xun was surprised. Didn't he say that he should be very careful about accepting disciples?

The second brother likes Li Xiaochu so much and has never slackened in his teachings. However, after so long, he has only promised to be a registered disciple in the future. Are you being too hasty to accept me as your disciple?

Seeing Qixun surprised, you can't say drunkenly that I am attracted by your top talent and understanding, but the deeper reason is because the apprentice looks like a rich man at first glance, right?

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