In a remote courtyard of the Tang Mansion.
"Young master, Zhao Donglai of Duke Wei's Mansion sent you an invitation again. He said that he wants to invite you to a banquet.
Young master, do you want to go? "Xiao Wuzi pulled out one from a pile of invitations and waved it at Tang Yong.
"No, you can reply to each of them!" Since he took over the Martial Arts Roll, Tang Yong had been concentrating on cultivation in the courtyard.
He had no time to deal with these people.
Hearing his young master's words, Xiao Wuzi immediately pouted and muttered helplessly, "I don't know what young master is thinking. If you don't want to go, you can just refuse them directly. Why do you have to specially reply to their letters?
Oh, how do you write Zhao Donglai's Donglai?
Well, mother said that if you don't know how to write, you can just draw a circle … Well, that's it. "
Xiao Wuzi lay on the stone table, sometimes biting the pen, frowning silently, and sometimes writing at a high speed. If someone didn't know him, they would probably think that he was a scholar taking part in the imperial examination.
It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly. The golden rays of the sun shone on the bluestone, making it scorching hot. A wriggling cabbage worm crawled on the bluestone for a while before it turned into a dried corpse under the sun.
Tang Yong was in the courtyard, facing the sun directly, but his cheeks and body showed no signs of being roasted red and swollen. Instead, he was emitting a kind of treasure light from inside out, which made his skin look like mutton fat jade, warm and lustrous.
As the treasure light flowed, even his surroundings were covered. Some ants, swallows, and other small insects and animals were also attracted to hide under the treasure light to be baptized.
At this time, Tang Yong was concentrating on running the Battle Qi in his body. Every time he ran the Battle Qi, his proficiency point of the Nine Yang Divine Skill would increase by one.
When Tang Yong was still a fighter, it would take him about two hours to complete one cycle of Nine Suns Divine Skill. However, as his cultivation base grew higher, it would take him a lot of time to complete one cycle of Nine Suns Divine Skill.
Right now, he was already a Martial Warrior of the fifth step. It would take him about six hours to complete a cycle, which meant that even if Tang Yong cultivated for a day, he would only be able to obtain four proficiency points.
Hiss!
He wouldn't have known if he hadn't calculated it. Now that he did, Tang Yong realized that it was really too difficult to improve this inner force cultivation method.
He had obviously obtained the Nine Yang Divine Art first, but as a result, his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms had already been upgraded to the third level, but it was still revolving around the second level.
Tang Yong looked at his proficiency level. Nine Yang Divine Art's proficiency level was at the second level, 89 points!
He was 911 points away from the maximum level of 1000 points.
If he only obtained 4 points in a day of normal cultivation, then he would need at least 227 days to complete the second level, which was seven months and fifteen days …
Time was a bit too long. Tang Yong really couldn't afford to wait!
He had to think of a way to quickly raise the level of the Nine Yang Divine Art!
Tang Yong felt a sense of urgency in his heart …
Because after a few battles, Tang Yong realized that his level was too low and his strength was not enough!
Especially in the recent battles, he felt that it was very strenuous every time he fought!
Although every time he won by a narrow margin, it made Tang Yong extremely vigilant. He could only be considered an expert among his peers, but compared to a true Martial Master or a Martial Spirit, he was still far from it!
Moreover, he had offended a lot of people recently, and there was no lack of experts among them. These people wanted his life at all times!
This also forced Tang Yong to work hard in his cultivation and grow quickly!
Therefore, in the next few days, Tang Yong rejected all social engagements and cultivated hard at home. Even when it was time to sleep, Tang Yong would sit cross-legged in the courtyard and circulate his Battle Qi to sleep. Even if he only had four proficiency points a day, he didn't want to lose a single one.
At this time, Xiaowuzi had already written all the replies. She copied them one by one according to the address that they were sent and then carried a large stack of letters to deliver them one by one.
She first arrived at the Duke Wei Mansion. When the gatekeeper heard that the letter was from the number one on the Martial Roll, Tang Yong, he immediately expressed that he would personally hand it over to Young Master Zhao Donglai.
Then, Xiaowuzi walked from the beginning to the end of Vermillion Bird Street, and more than half of the letters in her hand were gone. After all, Vermillion Bird Street was a noble street of the Han Tang, and the people who lived there were all wealthy nobles of the Han Tang. However, the purpose of sending an invitation to Tang Yong was not to invite Tang Yong, but to express their respect for the First Emperor in disguise.
After all, Tang Yong's number one on the Martial Roll was appointed by the First Emperor!
However, on this afternoon, they all received a reply from Tang Yong.
The first to receive the letter was Zhao Donglai of the Duke Wei Mansion. He was originally cultivating in his courtyard when a servant hurriedly delivered a letter saying that it was from the number one on the Martial Roll, Tang Yong.
"Quickly give it to me!"
Zhao Donglai grabbed a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his head, then hurriedly snatched the letter from the servant's hand.
Ever since he had formed a grudge with Tang Yong in the Tang Residence that day, Zhao Donglai had been unable to swallow this anger and had been thinking about how to take revenge. However, after several investigations, he found that Tang Yong did not leave the house, so he thought of a good idea. First, he would trick Tang Yong into attending the banquet, then find an opportunity to make a fool of him.
It was with this idea that Zhao Donglai sent invitations to the Tang Residence every day. Usually, Tang Yong would ignore them, but he actually sent a reply today. Could it be that he was going to attend?
Zhao Donglai smiled sinisterly. Aren't you the role model of martial artists and famous all over the world? This time, I will let your notoriety spread far and wide to avenge that arrow!
Zhao Donglai took the letter and looked at it. The handwriting on the envelope was not very good. He sneered. He had heard that Tang Yong had only studied for two years, so his handwriting could not even be compared to a ten-year-old child's.
Zhao Donglai slowly opened the letter and read it from beginning to end.
In an instant, the smile on his face disappeared and his expression became extremely gloomy. He raised the letter in his hand and roared in a nearly hoarse voice, "Damn it!
Tang Yong, you're making fun of me!
You're the f * cking Zhao Dandan! "
The servant who delivered the letter was so scared that his whole body trembled and he retreated.
In the end, the page slowly floated to his feet. The servant curiously looked down at it.
He saw that the letter said, "Zhao Dandan, I heard that you recently held an egg banquet. I've been busy cultivating recently and have no egg to attend. Please take good care of your egg!"
Pfft!
When the servant saw the letter, he couldn't help but laugh. Wasn't the young master's nickname Zhao Dandan?
He didn't know how that Tang Yong found out, but he actually used it to make fun of the young master.
The young master hated it the most when people mentioned his nickname!
No wonder the young master was so mad.
The servant hurriedly lowered his head and then quickly retreated to a safe place. Zhao Donglai's face turned red and he angrily began to vent his anger on everything in sight.
He raised his fist and broke an old pine tree that was dozens of years old. He turned around and broke a marble table with a kick.
Not long after, the small courtyard was a mess. Zhao Donglai finished venting his anger and lay on the ground gasping for breath. Suddenly, a middle-aged woman's scolding voice came from the courtyard next to his. "Zhao Dandan, what are you doing?!
Do you want to tear down this house?!
Get your ass over here right now! "
"Mother, I'm coming!"