[Martial Arts/Sect Building/Funny/Slow Heat]
Zhao Lingyun didn't panic when he was kicked out by his teacher. He had already taken away a box of treasures from the second elder's small vault.
The second elder said: "Go and establish a sect and strengthen our sect."
Zhao Lingyun nodded: "Okay, but I have to find a craftsman first."
He rode the black wind to a deserted village, and from the home of a stupid young man named Wang Er, he saw a wall full of machine drawings.
"Fuck me." Zhao Lingyun said.
Wang Er: "Are you in charge of the food?"
Zhao Lingyun: "... Take care of it."
Thus, Lingyun Sect was established.
There are three disciples in total: a craftsman who can only draw pictures, a bookkeeper who can only tell fortunes, and a seriously injured girl picked up from the roadside.
Everyone said: This sect cannot survive more than three months.
Zhao Lingyun smiled and began to build infrastructure, grow vegetables, write secret books, and trick people passing by into joining the gang.
Later, Changle Palace called.
Later, evil spirits besieged him.
Later, the imperial court also came to recruit him.
Later, the entire martial arts world was asking: Will the Lingyun Sect still accept people?
Zhao Lingyun: "Accept, but you must pass the written test first."
