Chapter 70: Full Level in Novice Village
After Lao Deng finished speaking, he reached out and touched his hair again, and quickly caught up.
He walked to the black horse, reached out and touched the horse's mane, with a smile on his face: "Young hero, your horse is really good, how is your foot strength?"
Li Wuxiang smelled a very faint odor in the horse's hair, which was mixed with the smell of the horse. If it weren't for his keen senses, ordinary people would not be able to smell it.
But the smell did nothing to him. He thought of the night when Zhao Qi cast a spell to get a big ghost to investigate him - at that time, he thought that he was intoxicated by the incense, but now he thought, maybe it was all the effect of the talisman paper.
He smiled: "Pretty good."
"Hmm." Lao Deng followed him for a while, frowned, and sniffed hard, "Does it smell like something? Young hero, do you smell anything?"
After speaking, he quickly jumped two or three steps in front of the horse and shook the sleeves of his Taoist robe vigorously: "Is it the smell of me?"
This time it was from his sleeves, a slightly fishy and cold smell. Li Wuxiang sniffed hard and felt that the tentacles in his eyes, eyebrows, and hair were slightly itchy, but it was fleeting.
He said: "It shouldn't be the case. Didn't you guys soak in the water all night last night?"
Lao Deng looked back at him and hesitated for a while before saying: "Well... that makes sense."
After thinking about it again, he turned around and walked to the horse: "Speaking of which, young hero, I haven't thanked you for saving our lives this morning. The road to the world of martial arts is not easy, many friends lead to many different paths - in the past few years I It’s a good thing to get such a thing——”
He took out a piece of wood from his arms. It looked ordinary, as if it had just been smoothed by rubbing it in his hand: "Smell it, there is a strange fragrance. Some people say it is dark wood, others say it is ambergris. I don’t understand. I see that you are wandering around, tell me what it is?”
He said as he handed it over. Li Wuxiang reached out to take it, loosened the reins, and first fanned it from a distance and smelled it - his nose was slightly numb and his throat was slightly itchy, as if he had been choked by cigarettes.
He waited for a moment and saw that there was nothing unusual about him, so he took it closer and sucked it gently. The itching and numbness turned into slight pain, as if he accidentally swallowed a mouthful of slightly hot water. The white beard on his neck danced violently, and then withered a small piece. But as soon as the energy circulated and the remaining willpower walked on the skin, it recovered again.
This should be what Lao Deng has the most to offer. Look at it this way, many medicines are effective for ordinary people, but have minimal effect on themselves.
He tossed the thing in his hand and smiled: "It looks like a reminder to me."
Lao Deng was stunned. Li Wuxiang reined in his horse and looked sideways at Lao Guo behind him: "I can see that your friend has worked very hard. Why don't you take action?"
The wind was quiet for a moment.
The next moment, Lao Deng suddenly turned around and walked away!
But Li Wuxiang raised his hand to wipe his hair and flicked his fingers - two needles were immediately shot into Lao Deng's ankles. He screamed and fell to the ground. He rolled around on the ground and tried to get up again, but he screamed again and could only lie down on his back, and suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand.
But what he pulled out was not an iron sword or a steel sword, but a yellow-brown wooden sword. He stood the sword upright in front of him, holding the hilt with one hand, and stroking the sword with the fingers of the other hand. While looking at Li Wuxiang on the horse in horror, he muttered a curse with trembling lips.
Li Wuxiang rested his arms on the saddle and waited patiently for a while - after about three or four breaths, Lao Deng finished reciting the curse in his mouth and pointed his wooden sword upward at Li Wuxiang. , shouted: "Go!"
It seemed like there was a gust of wind, but there wasn't. Li Wuxiang felt a chill on his body, as if the surroundings suddenly became cold. But the cold wind dissipated as soon as it touched his skin. After waiting for a while, he only saw Lao Deng lying on the ground holding a sword, looking at him with wide eyes and gritted teeth, trembling.
"That's gone?" Li Wuxiang frowned, "What the hell? Is there anything else?"
Lao Deng was stunned for a while, then coughed and exhaled: "No... no more..."
"Yeah." Li Wuxiang nodded, "Let me figure it out. You touched my horse and you drugged me. When you ran in front and slapped your sleeve, you drugged me. Give me this thing to smell. Or drugging...this is three times of drugging, right?”
Lao Deng's eyes flickered wildly, looking at Lao Guo and then at Li Wuxiang: "Yes... yes... I have no vision..."
Li Wuxiang glanced sideways at Lao Guo: "I'm not wrong, it's three times, right?"
Lao Guo held the sword, stood three steps behind the horse, and coughed: "Yes, um... three times, the young hero is really good at it——"
"It's a pity, it can only be done by three things." Li Wuxiang suddenly raised his hand, and the long sword hanging on the horse's back clattered, and was sheathed in an instant. A bright light flashed, Lao Deng's eyes blinked, and his head rolled to the ground. Lao Guo slowly opened his mouth wide, looked at his head on the ground and blinked several times before slowly closing it, and then looked at Li Wuxiang. A chill instantly climbed up his spine and back of his head - a moment ago he looked like a stranger. A worldly young man will draw his sword and kill someone the next moment!
"You...you..." He couldn't help but took half a step back, but immediately stood still and didn't dare to move any further, "Why did you kill someone?"
Li Wuxiang frowned and thought for a while: "Oh? Shouldn't he be killed? Ah, I don't know much about the rules in your world. How do you usually deal with this kind of thing?"
Lao Guo stared at him for a long time before he was sure that he was not joking. Then he slowly took a few breaths and said, "Young hero... well... don't be angry. It was really offensive just now. I didn't think of it." This is what happened... We who travel in the world, alas, have narrow vision and always want to get some small advantages. When we meet each other and feel that we have figured out the other party's background, we will inevitably want to take advantage... ”
Li Wuxiang hummed: "When you say taking advantage, you mean trying to kill someone, right?"
Lao Guo smiled bitterly: "That's true, but there's nothing you can do about it. You don't know what others think. This is the way the world is. But if you are very capable and neither of us takes advantage, then this matter Even if it’s over...there’s no need to kill anyone..."
Li Wuxiang jumped off his horse and walked to Lao Deng's body: "Think about it carefully, your rules are really weird. You want to kill each other when we meet. It seems that you are both extremely vicious. But if you two did it last night, you both killed each other. The solution is to just laugh away the grudges today. Okay, I understand. I have seen this kind of thing so much that I don’t take it seriously.”
While touching the body, he turned to Lao Guo and gave a thumbs up: "All you desperadoes."
"Last night?" Lao Guo was startled, and after a while he forced a smile, "Then, then, young hero, then I will first..."
"No, we have to go to Ranshan Mountain. Please tell me more about the rules on the way." Li Wuxiang picked up the wooden sword and looked at it carefully. He saw that there were talismans drawn on it. Not sure, he raised his hand and threw it to Lao Guo, "Can you tell what he did with this thing just now? Tell me too."
Lao Guo took the wooden sword and grimaced: "Okay... okay."
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When they were on the road again, Li Wuxiang asked the horse to walk a little slower so that the swordsman Lao Guo would not breathe too much when he spoke. While he was counting the various pills he had found from Lao Deng, he listened to him talk about the wooden sword.
There were thirteen kinds of pills, powders, and the like. Lao Guo could tell that four of them were medicines for treating illnesses and saving lives, while the remaining nine were all poisons. Li Wuxiang guessed whether the medicine was strong or not based on whether he felt uncomfortable after smelling it, and quietly kept it in his chest and abdomen.
As for that sword, Lao Guo could tell that it was a sword that contained evil warriors—perhaps it was an imp, or it was a spirit that had been restrained by an incompetent spirit, and the curse was used to destroy the spirit's upper body. , depending on the strength of the opponent, at least it will hurt the person's vitality, and at worst, it will destroy the Taoist conduct.
Lao Guo wiped his face: "He actually had this thing. It was a fluke last night. Fortunately, I took action quickly. Look, young hero, you really don't blame me before... Oh, you don't want to harm others, but if you don't pay attention, you will be killed." People have been harmed.”
Li Wuxiang only smiled.
Looking at it this way, the Yin soldiers and horses raised in this wooden sword should be because their skin was refined by Zhao Puppet, so they have no effect. As for Lao Deng...
"What level are you two in this world?"
Lao Guo sighed in his heart - this is really a young child. But this baby is too troublesome!
He already knew that this person's temper was not as good as it seemed, so he thought about it quickly, and said everything he asked or not, just to make him happy to serve him first——
"Oh, who can we be? It's all smoke coming out of the ancestral graves. We have cultivated the blessings for several lifetimes. We have obtained a mental method that can be practiced without being deceptive. We have groped our way through one obstacle after another. At least we have built a good foundation. Ji can live a few more years and be able to earn a living based on his ability.”
"If you are more lucky, are born with good aptitudes, and come from a family with a little bit of inheritance, and can practice the skills smoothly from beginning to end, then they are family heirlooms. In this way, if you have some achievements, you can go Build a big city, find a temple, and use it to drive away evil spirits and ward off misfortune.”
"If your life is better and you join a sect, even if you can't learn anything in the end, you can still practice the exercises seriously without fear of any mistakes or disadvantages. Then if you can find a village to do it If you make offerings, you won’t have to worry about it for the rest of your life, and you can still dare to think about living to be a hundred years old!”
Li Wuxiang waited for a while, and when he saw that he stopped talking, he asked: "Does this sect refer to the thirty-six sects or something like that?"
Lao Guo smiled bitterly: "How dare you think that way? It is very rare for the thirty-six sects to decline like this in Ranshan. Even so, the nearby sects did not dare to blatantly look for trouble before all the people were gone. Ah. The sects I am talking about are this kind of casual cultivating sects... As for the thirty-six sects, and even the Eight Mysterious Sects, they are all heavenly."
"Oh, those big families who hide from the world and practice cultivation are naturally from heaven. Who would dare to think that there are some unworldly people in them, just like you, young hero!"
Li Wuxiang suddenly felt like laughing.
He thought he had just left Novice Village, but if 50% of what Lao Guo said was not an exaggeration...
So you are really strong now?
(End of chapter)