Chapter 107 The Way to Death
“This Grandmaster...” He bowed to Lu Ye, “I haven’t seen that disciple for many years, and I want to talk a few words...”
< br>Lu Ye blinked, curious about what trick the old man was using.
“Yes!”
Old Zhao turned around and looked at Wang Hu. After holding it in for a long time, a drop of crocodile tears flowed from his eyes.
"Good disciple, you have lost weight..."
Wang Hu looked down at his iron tower-like body and felt ironic.
"Ahem..." Looking at Wang Hu's sarcastic eyes, Old Zhao felt that what he just said was wrong. He forced a smile and said, "Disciple, I haven't seen you in three years. You have changed a lot."
"Your skills are not weak at all as a master, I am afraid you are as strong as the great martial artist Tie Zang!"
Wang Hu finally spoke slowly.
"Yes, master, if I were not that skillful, I might have died in your hands."
Old Zhao was even more embarrassed.
"Disciple, you have misunderstood the master. That day I met a gangster. I rode a horse and rushed out to ask for help..."
"It's just that the horse was frightened, master. I couldn't control the reins, so I ran away from you."
"Afterwards, I killed the disobedient beast for my master. I felt so regretful that I woke up every night with tears streaming down my face..."< br>
"As for that slap before, disciple, that young master is violent by nature. If I don't beat you badly, how can I plead for you again?"
"This is all the master's painstaking efforts. You You must understand me as a teacher!"
Impatientness flashed across Wang Hu's face.
How much you admired your master before, but now you feel like vomiting after hearing these words. How shameless do you have to be to blame all your faults on a horse?
How unjust is that horse?
This master's cultivation level is now that of a great Iron Zang martial artist.
But this talkative person’s cultivation is at the level of a master who confuses black and white.
"Master," he asked happily, "you know that I have never been very smart and my thinking is simple."
"Do you have anything else to say? ?”
“Why don’t you get on the road as soon as possible? There are no wild animals in these mountains at night. If you don’t leave, I’m afraid you won’t be able to get out.”
"Also, don't call me disciple again. I'm disgusted and I can't bear it. I won't have a mentor like you in the future..."
Wang Hu was really disgusted by this cheap master.
Old Zhao cursed the evil beast in his heart and could only smile.
"Wang Hu, since you said this, it hurts my teacher's heart too much..."
He saw Wang Hu's eyebrows raised, fearing that he would really offend this fool.
"Ahem...Okay, you and I will no longer be masters and disciples. I have something to say..."
Old Zhao said with a serious face.
"Wang Hu, this skill of yours was always passed down to you by me, right?"
"If I hadn't taught you the unique skills of Shenfeng Sect, you wouldn't be where you are today. Achievements."
Wang Hu nodded coldly, it was true, he wanted to see what tricks this old man was playing.
"So, since you don't recognize me as your master," Lao Zhao's heart was beating wildly and a look of madness flashed across his face. He would fight for the sake of Taoism! "Just give this skill back..."
A strange smile appeared on Wang Hu's lips, and there was a faint murderous aura leaking from his body.
“You mean, waste my efforts?”
Old Zhao swallowed the saliva in his throat and nodded.
"It stands to reason..." Seeing that Wang Hu was about to fall out, he quickly added, "However, there are other ways."
"Let's exchange the skills for the skills. I taught you the skills of Shenfeng Sect, and you have to give me a skill in return."
Old Zhao Tuqiong saw it.
“I want you to teach me Taoism!”
Besides, Pan Furong, Zhang Cunyi and Sister Hong immediately cursed.
“This old man is crazy!”
"Have your spring and autumn dream!"
"I'm really tired of living!"
"It's a joke to exchange the introductory skills of bronze-skinned martial arts for a Taoist technique!"< br>
Old Zhao stared at Wang Hu, feeling cold in his heart when he saw that Wang Hu was as silent as a mountain, his aura was cold, and he didn't want to let strangers in.
His heart skipped a beat and he knelt down.
"Wang Hu, please teach me the great way!"
"That day you knelt down and called me master."
"Today I knelt down to you and worshiped you as my master. Let's talk about it." It’s settled!”
“Master,” Old Zhao banged his head on the ground, even breaking the green bricks in the temple, “Please teach me the Taoist skills!”
< br>Brush!
Wang Hu was furious, jumped up, and slashed at Old Zhao's neck with a sword that was as bright as the moon.
If you break the promise, break the promise. Anyway, he had no intention of letting Old Zhao walk out of the forest alive.
Be a traitor if you are a traitor. I, Wang Hu, will bear all the sins alone.
Old Zhao's eyes flashed brightly, and he screamed and rolled away in fear.
Ding Dong.
Sparks burst out in the air, but it was Lu Ye who stopped Wang Hu with a knife.
He blocked it with a knife.
Chop in reverse with two knives.
Poof!
Old Zhao’s head was chopped off, and he still looked shocked in the air.
These people have no moral ethics and do not keep their word!
What about sparing my life as promised?
Isn’t it true that a gentleman can be deceived?
Ugh.
Lu Ye shook the knife and all the blood on it was gone. He patted Wang Hu on the shoulder.
"Brother, after all, he was your master."
"Don't dirty your hands, let me do it!"
Wang Hu was a little dazed when he saw the headless body on the ground, Lu Ye comforted him .
"Besides, we have spared him once just now."
"He uses words to trick you into using Taoism, which is the way to death!"
"We are not breaking the promise! He asked for it all!" Lu Ye beheaded the old Zhao.
Wang Hu was stunned for a moment, then said movedly.
"Brother, you don't actually need to take action."
"I planned to wait for him to leave and then take a detour to chase him."
"If my master really escapes, it will only bring disaster to us."
"Three years ago, my master who taught me art died, and all he survived was a skin."
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"I killed this skin bag today and let his body and soul merge. It's still a good thing."
Zhang Cunyi laughed loudly on the side.
“Second brother, what a coincidence, I think so too.”
"It's rare that you think so thoroughly."
The three brothers looked at each other, understanding each other, and laughed together.
Pan Furong said from the side.
“We are bandits, but we never have so many rules to follow.”
“It’s really ridiculous that this old man dares to treat us like fools.”
Luye also sighed.
Is this old Zhao Tou going crazy because he wants to become an immortal?
You actually want to use the fate of "master and apprentice" to demand Wang Hu's Taoist skills? Sure enough, greed can blind people, make them lose their minds, and do all kinds of things that seem ridiculous to outsiders.
Luye waved his hand.
“Let’s first search for any good things in these two people.”
Wang Hu and Zhang Cunyi stepped forward, selected the corpses of Mr. Ma and Lao Zhao and groped carefully.
Sister Hong next to her asked Pan Furong in a low voice.
"Miss, why have you learned Taoism..."
Pan Furong said generously.
"Sister Hong, I have just learned it not long ago. I didn't mean to hide it from you."
"It's just that this matter is too involved and involves too much, so it's very troublesome."
"For example, the assassin who appeared in my room last time was an immortal cultivator, which is one of the troubles."
"It may not be a good thing if you know it, but it's better now, and you have seen it."
"Sister Hong, when I get back, I will teach you the Taoist technique I practiced, the Three Yin Lotus Technique. ”
Sister Hong waved her hands hurriedly.
"Oh, I just want to ask, this technique is too precious, I can't learn it..."
When the two women spoke in a low voice.
Wang Hu and Zhang Cunyi have already searched and took some things from their bodies.
The old Zhaotou whom Zhang Cunyi touched was carrying silver coins, dry food and a secret martial arts technique called Flame Palm, which is a master level martial arts master of Iron Zang.
Others are just clutter that serves people, not worth mentioning.
Wang Hu took out seven or eight sachets from Mr. Ma's body. They were all ordinary powders. He didn't know why he kept them close to his body.
Pan Furong and Sister Hong looked at it and found that these were common things and not precious things.
Lu Ye guessed that this young man was lustful and might not be a trophy collected.
After hearing this, Pan Furong immediately threw down the sachets in disgust.
"Brother, these two things are extraordinary." Wang Hu handed them to Lu Ye, "I can feel the mana fluctuations on them."
One was the yellow bamboo horse that Young Master Ma had just fallen on a boulder, breaking his arm and falling to the ground in pain.
This object is made of unknown bamboo. It is topaz in color and crystal clear. It feels like warm jade and its luster is at room temperature. Moreover, the two eyes of this bamboo horse are engraved with two small white crystals.
Lu Ye and others who have practiced Taoism can feel the pure spiritual energy coming from above.
If a cultivator practices immortality, the aura factors scattered around the world are like the raindrops falling from the sky and need to be collected hard. These two crystals are like two eyes of water on the ground. You can just use a bowl to take them.
The difference is huge. This crystal does not mean how much spiritual energy there is, but it is quite pure and easy to absorb.
If a cultivator holds this crystal to practice, it will definitely be more convenient than meditating to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
“This should be the bag of spiritual crystals that the monk mentioned.” Wang Hu said, “Brother, this bamboo horse must be a magic weapon.”
“Let me try it first!”< br>
Wang Hu input a little mana into the bamboo horse, and immediately a horse roar came from the void.
This palm-sized bamboo horse swells up when it lands on the ground, and becomes the size of an ordinary horse in the blink of an eye. Although its torso is still made of bamboo, its eyes are vivid.
Wang Hu turned over and got on the horse, only to see the bamboo pieces on the bamboo horse's belly rolled up, wrapping him up in the blink of an eye.
His mind moved, and the bamboo horse ran forward.
Everyone felt a yellow light before their eyes, and a strong wind blew by. Wang Hu's figure disappeared from their eyes, and a yellow light streaked across the afterimage in the air.
"Ah..."
Wang Hu was caught off guard and let out a scream.
The sound is still in my ears, but the person has become a small dot.
The next moment.
"Ah..."
Wang Hu's scream came back again.
But Huang Zhuma had already humped him back.
I saw a little yellow light in the distance blinking and magnifying before everyone's eyes.
Wang Hu had his turban blown off, his hair flying sideways like a broom, and his mouth was half crooked.
People then understood why the horse wrapped the rider in it.
If it is not wrapped, the horse may run away but the person is still there, or the horse may run and the person's feet will be caught in the stirrups and the person will drag the ground. That would be a tragedy.
He turned over and dismounted and said vaguely.
"Brother, this horse is so fast."
"Fortunately, that unlucky thing broke his arm and couldn't use the horse, otherwise we wouldn't be able to catch up." Wang Hu withdrew his magic power, and the bamboo horse instantly turned into a slap. size.
Everyone saw that the spiritual crystals in the horse's eyes had changed from the original bright white to a layer of hazy gray. Although there was still light, it was not as pure as before.
This is part of the spiritual crystal that has been consumed.
Lu Ye hurriedly asked Wang Hu to put the bamboo horse in a storage bag to prevent the loss of spiritual energy in the spiritual crystal.
He looked at another item Wang Hu took out.
(End of this chapter)