C8 Tibetan Meridian Pavilion (1/2)

”Qing'er, thank you, you helped me once more!” Luo Yu said with sincere gratitude. Ever since he had decided that his veins could not be used to cultivate the Ancient Martial Saint, only Qing'er had not used such a strange gaze to look at him. Instead, he had helped me time and time again …

”It's alright, I just happened to bump into you. Don't take it to heart!” Qing'er's face was slightly red and cute.

”Oh right, Young Master, why are you here?”

”No matter what, thank you. Honestly speaking, I came to the Scripture Pavilion to select a Martial Skill.” Luo Yu did not want to hide it from Qing'er.

”Choose a Martial Skill, you can practice it now? Qing'er said in shock, ”Mmm mmm.”

”Hee hee, that's great, do you know about it Madam and Family Head?

”No, I'll tell them in a few days. I'll go to the Scripture Pavilion to choose my Martial Skill.”

”I'll go with you,” Qing'er said as she generously held Luo Yu's hand. ”Hehe, let's go.”

”Eh …” Luo Yu scratched his head, but did not reject the two and walked towards the Scripture Pavilion together.

The Scripture Pavilion was a four-story building. In front of the pavilion, three large words were inscribed: ”Scripture Pavilion” — — 'Flying Dragon and dancing in the wind and phoenix' [1]

”Qing'er, you came to the Scripture Pavilion to choose your Martial Skill again? ”You chose the Lingyun Sword Technique and the movement technique last time, right? It might not be a good thing if you cultivate too much the Martial Skill. You should know that eating too much is not enough …” A slightly plump elder with a head full of white hair said as he sat on a bamboo chair.

”Hehe, Grandpa Hao, this time it's not me!” Qing'er ran over and pulled elder's hand. It was obvious that he was extremely familiar with elder.

”Oh,” Only now did elder notice Luo Yu, who had come with Qing'er, ”Why haven't I seen you before?

”Reporting to Elder, this disciple's name is Luo Yu, and is the third generation disciple of the clan!” Luo Yu said while bowing.

”Oh, you're Family Head's son, that trash, Luo Yu? Didn't your veins wither and you can't practice martial arts? The elder asked in surprise.

”En...” It seems that his reputation as a cripple is not small, even the elders of the Scripture Pavilion knew about it. A light flashed across elder's eyes, and his right hand extended out like lightning, before Luo Yu could even react, his hand was held by the elder, and he only felt a hint of a pure strong qi entering his body.

”Mm …?” ”His veins recovered and he even managed to cultivate the internal strength. From the looks of it, his cultivation is still at the postnatal triple?”

”What?” postnatal triple? ” Qing'er was also dumbstruck. One had to know that she himself only had postnatal triple. How long had he only cultivated for?

”Hehe, my apologies, but you saw through me.” Luo Yu laughed embarrassedly.

”Alright, so you went through all this trouble and hid it from me!” Qing'er said as she pouted.

”That's not it, Qing'er, I didn't intentionally hide it from you, I only know my cultivation level and not the Martial Skill, if you don't help today, I still won't be able to beat Luo Hua and the rest.”