Chapter 105 Killing the Horse
Lu Ye continued to turn his head to look at Pan Furong.
"Madam, I want to take you back to be my little wife!"
"That is a family of immortals, not something we mortals can follow."
"Can you cultivate immortals? ?”
Pan Furong snorted, and Aojiao raised her palm. A pink light rippled gently in her palm, making her look particularly beautiful.
"Ah..."
Sister Hong sat down on the ground.
I just feel like the whole world has been turned upside down.
Miss Lian, like the Taoist priest, knows magic, as well as Lu Ye and Wang Hu.
There is also the Immortal Cultivator Ma family that the master and servant have been talking about. It turns out that there really are immortals in this world.
Now that they knew it, Sister Hong turned her head and looked at Zhang Cunyi expectantly.
Zhang Cunyi felt sour in his heart, turned to Sister Hong, and complained in his heart - What do you think I did?
I can’t learn it, I can’t learn it.
It’s really difficult.
If that doesn't work, I'll just become a refugee.
Mr. Ma next to him only felt a toothache.
What a bad luck. There are very few immortal cultivators in the Jin Kingdom.
On weekdays, the only places where immortal cultivators gather are a few big squares and cultivating families. How could you meet three immortal cultivators in a ruined temple in the wilderness here?
He suddenly realized it and pointed at Lu Ye and others.
"I understand, you guys are also doing it for..."
This handsome young man just said half of his words.
Being ridden on the ground and beaten by him all the time, Lao Zhao, the iron-organized martial artist who was like a dead dog, suddenly took a deep breath and his chest swelled high.
“Hi!”
He shouted suddenly, spurting out a blood arrow from his mouth, and went straight to the horse's throat.
But it was the sword in the belly that he practiced after becoming a great martial artist of Iron Zang.
On weekdays, warm up a breath of true energy in the Dantian, and use secret methods to nourish it. The true energy in the Dantian does not participate in the movement of the heavens, but only walks among the internal organs day and night according to special rules.
If you encounter a strong enemy, open your mouth and spray out an invisible "qi sword".
It can break iron and gold, and is as sharp as a sword. It is a unique skill to save life.
If a sword spurts out, you need to recharge the sword in your belly, which is really troublesome, but as long as you use it well, it can save your life at a critical moment.
Lao Zhao spurted out the sword, but it was stained with blood because his mouth was full of blood.
Pan Furong and others nearby exclaimed.
Lu Ye moved his finger, but could not save him.
He wanted to see why the shameless Wang Hu’s master wanted to eat his master.
On the other hand, he is more taboo about rumors that high-level immortal cultivators have methods to learn about the death of their heirs, so there is no guarantee that Mr. Ma may have any trump cards.
The conflict between the two today will not be good.
This Mr. Ma, Lu Ye, is destined to be killed, but wouldn’t it be better if he could borrow a knife to kill someone?
Poof!
Lu Ye, the only one who can save Mr. Ma, did not take action.
Lao Zhao's bloody sword, full of true energy, penetrated directly through Mr. Ma's neck.
Bang!
This Mr. Ma’s neck was blown open and blood was spilled all over the sky.
Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering on the ground. Old Zhao's face was covered in blood, with a ferocious look on his face.
Astonishment flashed across his face, with a look of confusion on his face, and he stared blankly at Lao Zhao who was getting further and further away from him.
That face that used to be so groveling and full of sneers looked so strange and scary.
"You..."
He only had time to utter one word before he died.
The head rolled several times on the ground, a green light flashed out, but only an old roar came out!
"Who is..."
Then the green light disappeared.
Everyone on the scene was shocked by this sudden turn of events.
Old Zhao turned over and pushed the headless corpse away.
After all, he is a great iron-organ martial artist. He endured the severe pain and filled the iron-like muscle fascia with his true energy and blood. With the help of copper skin, the skin and flesh fascia powerfully restrained the broken bones of his limbs, and actually forcibly The bones in the body are fixed and locked.
Lao Zhao stood up and bowed to everyone first.
Then he slowly sat cross-legged on the ground.
"Miss..."
Sister Hong was startled and hurriedly drew her sword to protect Pan Furong.
I am afraid that the old man will spit out another mouthful of blood from his sword.
Wang Hu looked shocked. What the master did repeatedly exceeded the bottom line, which was beyond his comprehension. He felt that his brain was going to burn out.
Lu Ye waved his hand casually.
"Sister Hong, no need."
"He only has the power of this one blow."
"I thought you were preparing to give us a blow, but I didn't expect you to kill you. "Master." He looked at Lao Zhao with a look on his face, "Why?" "Old Zhao? Master Zhao?"
"Maybe? For Hu Zi’s sake, shall I spare your lives?”
Old Zhao's face was dripping with blood, both his and that of his master, Mr. Ma.
He laughed a few times and looked at Wang Hu with envy.
“My disciple has recognized a great big brother.”
“Being a master, he has also embarked on the path of cultivating immortality!”
“It’s really good. Good luck..."
Lu Ye said impatiently.
"Master Zhao, don't interrupt, I just want to ask you, why are you doing this?"
Old Zhao was silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered, and then he became more and more excited as he laughed.
“Of course it’s for cultivating immortality!”
He looked crazy, waving his two broken arms and letting out a horrifying laugh.
"If it weren't for the sake of cultivating immortals, why would I, a great martial artist named Tie Zang, be the slave of this idiot?"
"Only because his father is the patriarch of the Ma family, and he is a great foundation builder!"< br>
“But today you have made this young man miserable. Even if I try my best to protect him, he will not end up well!”
“Just let us go, I will It would be a death to go back, let alone become an immortal."
"In that case, why not kill him and make a pledge so that we can make a deal?"
Wang Hu suddenly interrupted.
"Master, I haven't seen you for three years. How did you become a slave of the Ma family?"
"How did you become a great Iron Zang martial artist?"
Old Zhao looked Lu Ye didn't answer, obviously waiting for him to explain.
He blushed and hesitated, saying that he met the head of the Ma family after being separated from his disciples, and was forced to become a slave. Because of his meritorious service, he was given some elixirs and because his kung fu had improved by leaps and bounds.
Lu Ye saw that he was speaking in a secretive manner and was not truthful.
It turns out that three years ago, Lao Zhao and his disciples' family members encountered a large group of robbers on their way to escape, and the leader of the robbers was also a bronze-skinned warrior with a large number of men.
Old Zhao knew that he was old and weak even before the fight. If he stayed here, he would not be a match for the leader. If he faced a group of minions again, even if he and his disciples resisted desperately, they would not be able to defeat him. Hard to win.
At this moment, he completely forgot about the benevolence, justice, etiquette, wisdom and faith he always taught his disciples, and only had one thought left - escape!
So he decisively left his disciples behind, relied on his strong and handsome horse, whipped his horse to find a weak point in the bandits' encirclement, and rushed out without looking back.
Behind him, the disciples and their families were crying loudly, but he couldn't pay attention to them.
Surviving in troubled times is so difficult, and if you don’t do it for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth!
We can only survive on our own.
If you want to complain, just blame the disciples for not practicing hard on weekdays. If there was a copper-skinned warrior among the disciples, how could he end up in this situation?
He rushed out of the siege on horseback and was slightly injured. Since he abandoned his morality, he simply fell to the bottom and relied on his martial arts to snatch the food from the refugees, but he survived.
But it’s not a good life!
So he made another decision that went against what he usually taught his disciples - to go up the mountain and fall into the grass to become bandits.
Relying on the skill of the copper-skinned martial artist, he became the three kings of a small village. Finally, in the troubled times where people were starving and dying everywhere, they could still live a good life of eating meat and drinking wine.
On this day, Shanzhai went out to rob, but he kicked the iron plate and met a strange man, who was the patriarch of the Ma family.
The head of the Ma family used ruthless tactics and killed most of the bandits with just a few fireballs.
The leader of the first village and the second leader of the village were burned into human-shaped torches. Seeing that the situation was not good, Old Zhao knelt down and shouted to the gods to spare his life. Faced with such an inhuman existence, he did not even dare to think about escaping. .
The head of the Ma family originally wanted to eradicate the remaining people, but suddenly he thought of something, so he brought the remaining bandits No. 78, including Lao Zhao, back to the family.
It turns out that this world is quite "fair". Individual spiritual roots appear irregularly and cannot be inherited through blood. Even if parents have amazing spiritual roots, they cannot be passed down stably to their offspring.
There is quite a bit of meaning in Lu Ye’s previous life that his parents, who were top academics, gave birth to children who were poor students, and that a golden phoenix flew out of the home of an illiterate old peasant.
So the power of the sect in the world of immortality is far stronger than the power of the family.
But in the Ma family, the patriarch has a beloved son, the young master with kidney deficiency. He was born with bad roots and could not practice Taoism. He was also pampered by his family and could not bear the hardships to practice martial arts. Although he was nourished by the elixir and had a huge body of energy and blood, he was just bullied in ordinary times. It is only useful when you are a woman.
Since Mr. Ma cannot practice Taoism, he feels bored staying in the family all day long, so he likes to go out and have fun. If he sees a girl he meets, he can't help but grab it and enjoy it, regardless of her identity. .
For this reason, Mr. Ma often puts himself in danger. The patriarch's father gave him a five-feather fan to protect his life, and also gathered a group of quick martial arts masters who were ripened by elixirs.
As for having a bodyguard of immortal cultivators around his beloved son, the clan leader is not that extravagant yet.
Because those in the Immortal Cultivation Family who are able to practice Taoism are all members of the family. They are very busy practicing, making talismans, refining weapons, and setting up formations on weekdays. It is impossible to serve as a guard for a mortal, just to accompany him. Pick flowers.
Even if this person is the beloved son of the patriarch's family.
However, if there are too many women who are raped, it is easy to encounter tough problems. Mr. Ma was in danger several times, but Wu Yufan naturally survived safely and left swaggeringly.
But the servants around him don't have this life-saving trump card. They often don't live long if they follow the trouble-making master.
A few days ago, Mr. Ma just had a big fight, and almost all the master slaves around him died.
So the head of the Ma family brought Lao Zhao and other remnant bandits back to the clan, and then distributed bad pills as usual to stimulate everyone's life span potential and make their skills improve by leaps and bounds, and then sent them all to be slaves to his beloved son.
I just hope this wave of people can live a few more years.
In less than three years, only Lao Zhao was left alive among the bandits who had entered Ma's house together. The others were all affected by Mr. Ma's waves and died.
Old Zhao lived on tenterhooks, fearing that he would be taken away by this idiot at any time.
But if he was allowed to escape, he would be reluctant to do so.
Because he saw the magic of immortal cultivators in the Ma family, and Mr. Ma is also a dandy, and he has a temper that is easy to manipulate.
Lao Zhao knew Master Ma's temper very clearly and served him as carefully as a eunuch would serve an emperor.
Master Shenxu happily promised - Old Zhao, you are my blessed general. You have been by my side for almost three years and you are the longest-living slave.
Good job!
The five-year period is up. I will find you a pill. It is not a bad medicine. Master, I have taken a good medicine to make you a master!
If you work for ten years.
I will teach you a Taoist technique and see how good your abilities are. If you are lucky, you can also become an immortal!
(End of this chapter)