This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 828
Daoist Yushu chose Anping and led him to join the Qingcheng sect. After deciding on the candidate, the child was about to bid farewell to his family and follow him to the sect.

As for the unsuccessful Amao, Master Yushu did not completely ignore him. Because of the bandits, it was difficult for Amao to gain a foothold in the village, and the village chief also talked to him about it.

As the head of a village, although the old man was also annoyed by Ah Mao's selfishness, after all, this is the child he watched grow up, and he couldn't bear the other party's life in such a muddled way, so he also privately begged Master Yushu, hoping The other party also accepted Amao.

Daoist Yushu didn't agree to accept the apprentice, but because of Amao's kindness to him in saving his life, he promised that he would take Amao away and not make him homeless.

At first, Master Yushu's idea was to find a suitable family for the other party on the way back to the mountain, and leave money to ask them to adopt Amao. After the other party grows up, he will prepare a job for the other party to make a living and protect the other party A safe life can be regarded as repaying the grace of saving life.

However, after knowing the vastness of the Jianghu, Amao's heart is no longer what this small village can hold. He and Anping left with the real Yushu, but facing the bitterness of the real Yushu, he said nothing. I can't even listen to the words.

Matters were prioritized, Master Yushu didn't stick to doing all the things at once, first he took the two children across the mountain again, this time, they didn't encounter Qian Xiaoxiao who was blocking the way.

After successfully crossing the mountain, he formally entered the land of Shu. Master Yushu gradually let go of his worries. He first wrote a letter to his teacher, and then stopped here.

While waiting for Shimen's reply, Master Yushu did not forget to teach the two children. Although he did not choose Amao, he did not stop the other party from watching and learning when teaching martial arts.

Anping and Amao learn skills together, and the gap is obvious. Amao only needs three times to be proficient in moves, while Anping needs ten or even twenty times to get started.

The more he practiced, the more Amao despised and even despised Anping. At the same time, the hatred for Yushu real person became stronger in his heart.

He didn't understand that martial arts is the most important thing in the world, and to give up such a talent as himself and teach a piece of wood instead, Master Yushu's heart is almost limitless.

Reminiscing that he still had the grace to save Yushu's life, Amao couldn't restrain the resentment in his heart even more.

Once the seeds of hatred are planted, it is difficult to get rid of them. After they take root and germinate, they will soon bear evil flowers. Master Yushu does not know this, or even if he knows, it may not be able to eliminate evil Hot in swaddling.

Day by day, Amao saw the more natural relationship between Master Yushu and Anping, and saw the smile on the silly boy's face, the hatred in his heart was like a wave, rolling over and over.

It is worth mentioning that the coils carried by the real Yushu had long been lost in the mountain torrents, which is why the other party chose to stop when they left the mountain.

The place where the three lived temporarily was an ordinary but extraordinary Taoist temple. It was said to be ordinary because the Taoist temple was small and old, and the disciples under the sect were also missing, as if it had been abandoned.

But it is not ordinary because this Taoist temple is not without an owner. When the three of them arrived, the person they met in the Taoist temple was actually a monk.

The monk was wearing cassock, with his back to the crowd, never showing his true face, only said that the master of the temple was out to visit friends, if the three of them wanted to stay, they could do whatever they wanted.

Master Yushu might have noticed something was wrong, but he didn't say it, but chose to stay.

On this day, Master Yushu was still teaching Anping in the front yard. Amao had already mastered those moves by heart, he didn't bother to practice martial arts with Anping, and wandered boredly in the temple alone.

This Taoist temple is not big, but there is a sense of stagnation inside and out, and there are dust and cobwebs everywhere, which makes him really doubt that people can live here.

As Mao walked, he came to the backyard, where the monk lived. He shrank his neck thinking of the other party's lukewarm voice, and wanted to turn around.

The moment he turned his head, a stranger blocked his way of retreat, which startled him.

"You—who are you?" Amao asked subconsciously.

The Taoist looked down at him, and suddenly sighed in a low voice: "His vision is good, you are indeed far behind that kid."

Amao was stunned, followed by boundless anger, hardly needing to be pointed out by the other party, the look in his eyes immediately reminded him of that brat Anping.

Amao seemed to be able to hear a trace of contempt from the other party's words, as well as a bit of ridicule at his self-deprecation.

"What did you say!" Amao exploded. Although he knew that he had caused trouble as soon as he said the words, the anger from above gave him the courage to face the opponent directly at this moment.

The Taoist looked at Amao, stepped forward, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the other party's sight. Before Amao recovered from his surprise, he realized that his feet were off the ground, and the surrounding scenery was like an afterimage. Same goes backwards.

The Taoist picked up Amao and brought him to a hut in the corner of the backyard. Amao, who was still in shock, had just landed on his feet. Before he could catch his breath, a force came from his back, and he exclaimed With a sound, he was kicked directly into the room by the other party.

After falling into the room, Amao let out a cry of pain, before the words in his chest could be cursed out, the strange burnt smell hit his face, which made him almost spit out the overnight meal.

Ah Mao covered his mouth and nose, raised his head suddenly, and saw a large mass of disgusting scorched black mixed together in the dim room. Although he couldn't tell what it was, the pungent smell was definitely something he had smelled all his life. The most disgusting thing ever.

"Look clearly." The Taoist's voice sounded behind him like a ghost.

Amao trembled all over, and subconsciously followed the instructions of the other party. He pinched the wall and got up, enduring the nausea. He walked forward a while, trying to see what the blackness was.

pat.

Ah Mao, who had just walked a few steps away, seemed to have accidentally stepped on something. He looked down, his eyes widened, and his heart and lungs went into cardiac arrest.

It was a severed palm, and Amao stood there sluggishly. The next second, his mouth unconsciously opened to the maximum, and he was about to scream, but was covered by the Taoist behind him.

The Taoist ignored Amao's struggle and asked indifferently: "I heard that you really want to be Yushu's disciple?"

Amao struggled in horror, but the Taoist's hand was like an iron tongs, and he couldn't break free at all. After a long while, he was finally forced to recover from his panic.

Sensing the change in Amao, the Taoist let go, and Amao, who collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, heard the repeated question again: "Do you want to be Yushu's disciple?"

Amao was trembling all over, he shook his head again and again, and said mournfully, "I don't want to! I don't want to anymore! Please—don't kill me!"

The Taoist snorted coldly, and left the room with his hands shaken. His voice came from outside soon: "It really is trash, old monk, and I will leave it to you."

"Amitabha, Master Ke's kindness, but the poor monk is disrespectful."

Amao looked at the monk who walked into the room in horror, and before he could ask for mercy, the monk tapped a finger on his body, making him unable to utter a sound.

"Don't worry, little benefactor, the poor monk will not kill you." Then, the monk opened Amao's mouth, took out a bottle of medicine and poured it down.

The moment it entered his throat, pain filled Amao's whole body, but he couldn't make a sound, his body rolled and curled up subconsciously, and his blurred vision was filled with the scorched black mass. At this moment, Amao seemed to have come to hell.

(End of this chapter)