Mystery Makes Me Strong

The leader of the whole sect looked at Wen Rensheng and waved his hand: "Okay, I don't think about it anymore, I really can't remember it. You said that you are my teacher, and the master is the teacher. Tell me, is this watermelon ripe? "

"If it's right, you are my teacher; if it's wrong, you are also a watermelon."

When everyone heard it, no one was surprised, they all looked at Wen Rensheng with pitiful eyes.

But no one rejoiced, because in two days, it would be their turn again.

Wen Rensheng took everyone's expressions in his heart, he is blind, and now he is looking at it carefully.

But with Xiawang, what you see with your heart is more detailed than what others see with your eyes.

"Whether the watermelon is ripe or not, of course, the watermelon itself has the most say, so you must first ask the watermelon yourself." Wen Rensheng walked over to the poor young man, patted his head, and comforted.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay. This theory was the first time I heard of it.

"Well, um, what you said is very reasonable, and you have the level of being my teacher." Master Quan laughed, then lowered his head and said, "Master Chen Xiang, can you tell me if you are familiar?"

Chen Xiangzhu grimaced: "Sect Leader, I don't think I'm familiar with it."

"Oh, you said you're not familiar with it, who can prove it? I think it's still necessary to open a spoon." Master Quan said solemnly.

"Ah!" Chen Xiangzhu shrank to the ground, but did not dare to resist.

The crowd also trembled.

But no one escaped, because no one knew better than them how high the sect master was in martial arts and how sensitive his eyes and ears were. Even if you ran three miles away, you could be caught in an instant.

"Wait," Wen Rensheng interrupted him and said to the leader of the sect, "Xiaoquan, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry." The leader of the whole sect wondered.

"Are you hungry, who can prove it? Are you going to dig up your stomach to see?" Wen Rensheng asked back.

"I'm hungry or not, I must know best myself, I don't need to dig my stomach." The leader of the whole sect said as a matter of course.

"That's right, it's the same principle. The watermelon is the most clear when it's not ripe. It doesn't need to be opened to prove it." Wen Rensheng also took it for granted.

Everyone suddenly realized that this is the truth.

Cult Master Quan was stunned and nodded slowly: "Yes, yes, that's right."

"You really are my teacher," Sect Master Quan then knelt down on his knees and folded his hands together, "I have seen Teacher Quan Tianyi, and I ask Teacher to forgive my disciple's sin of neglect."

"Well, knowing what's wrong can be corrected, it's great. Get up." Wen Rensheng nodded, then walked to the main seat in the hall and sat down directly.

The leader of the whole sect hurriedly got up, like a primary school student, waiting beside Wen Rensheng.

"Everyone, get up." Wen Rensheng said to everyone.

The crowd didn't move, they only looked at the leader.

Sect Master Quan was furious: "This is my teacher's words. It's my words. No, it's more effective than my words. I have to listen to my teacher."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, your teacher is a normal person.

Everyone quickly stood up.

But they'll soon see that they think too much...

Zhao Han was stunned, what happened just now?

What is their logic?

What is this big fool doing?

But that didn't stop her, she pretended to be a tiger, and hurriedly slipped to Wen Rensheng's feet, scanning the crowd.

After everyone got up, they waited for Wen Rensheng to speak.

"What skills and positions do you each have, let me introduce them one by one, let's start with you." Wen Rensheng pointed to Chen Xiang just now.

"Yes, my lord. The villain, Chen Xuan, is temporarily listed as the master of six incense incense in nine halls and eight halls.

Then the next person.

"The villain, Luta, is the head of the three halls of the nine halls.

...

Talking to oneself one by one, it seems that the liveliness that has not been seen for a long time has been restored, and it is relaxed.

Wen Rensheng knew that there are hall masters and incense masters under each hall of the Holy Religion, and there is no middle helmsman. This is to reduce management links and improve efficiency. After all, they are not following the right path.

Nine halls can have nine hall masters, and each hall has nine incense masters.

The ten halls are seven or seven, and the other halls are four or four.

The establishment of each incense master is the same, the maximum is 100 people, the premise is that they can support.

From this point of view, we can also understand why the whole family can inherit the position of the leader.

In terms of structure, it is theoretically guaranteed that their two halls are equal to the power of the other eight halls.

Just like the emperor, he always spared no effort to strengthen the military force directly under the jurisdiction of the capital.

However, the capital did not move for a long time, no matter how it was strengthened, it would gradually decline, and in the end it was still the elite of the frontier army.

The same is true for the ninth hall. With the reckless behavior of the leader, the strength has declined, and it is almost empty.

Those who can find a way to transfer them are transferred to other hall masters.

After all, in this case, it can't be regarded as betrayal.

The remaining people are really unable to adjust, or have no way, or no one accepts, or because of the last bit of affection.

Most of the people who were rejected and oppressed in each hall were filled here, just for the sect master to knock on the watermelon to have fun, so as to save the sect master from bothering them.

After listening to the audience, Wen Rensheng introduced their situation and compared them one by one with what they saw in Xiawang, and found that there was no mistake.

It seems that they have been suffering from the leader for a long time, so they chose to open their hearts to a baseless outsider, and did not make up.

"Very well, I will teach you a lesson today. Lord Chen Xiang, go and arrange for someone, bring some stools back, and bring some ink, paper, ink, etc." Wen Rensheng instructed.

"Yes, my lord." Chen Xiangzhu hurriedly called a dozen servants and started to get busy.

"Teacher, what class are you going to have today?"

"What are we doing alive? Who is the enemy and who is the friend?" Wen Rensheng said lightly.

"I know this, we live to eat watermelon, the enemy is the person who prevents us from eating watermelon, and the friend is the person who grows watermelon." Master Quan said as a matter of course.

Everyone was speechless.

The leader is dry with watermelon.

Zhao Han also has a big head. He closed his eyes and entered Xiawang, wanting to see the origin of this strange creature.

Soon she understood.

This is not a secret. After all, the sect master has become like this, and the hall masters must study and think about it.

It turned out that the leader was a very kind person when he was a child, but when he went out to buy melons alone, he was deceived and spent a lot of money to buy a bunch of raw melons, and then he was laughed at by everyone.

This incident left a great shadow on his weak mind.

Later, he practiced the Heavenly Demon Blood Hidden Technique~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and learned the way of spiritual cultivation, so he wondered if he could use this to penetrate the hearts of people, whether he was telling the truth or lying.

His name is Knock Watermelon, and he actually wants to use this to probe other people's heads and wonder what other people are thinking?

However, while cultivating, the idea goes a step further: "Isn't it simpler to just open a person's head and look at it"?

Coupled with a series of messy things, as well as the influence of the exercises, the brain began to be confused, and the more crazy, he became the current watermelon big devil.

At this moment, Wen Rensheng smiled and looked at the others.

"What's your answer?"

Everyone listened and thought silently.

The answer is very simple, we live to live well, the enemy is the leader, and the friend is your old man.

Such an immediate thought pops into the minds of many.

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