Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

If there are any things in this world that are more difficult than ascending to heaven for Tang Wan, there are only three.

The first was to let Zhou Li show concern for her for a whole month without any conspiracy, scheming, double-dealing, or scheming.

Second, he ascended the throne and changed the country's name to Tang.

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"Going to your house and asking your father for his essence and blood to heal your meridians is already more difficult than hell."

Zhou Li hesitated, "Can we raise cattle instead of pigs?"

"You just said you would get it for me."

Tang Wan sneered and said, "A man's word is as good as his bond. You're not going to go back on your word, are you?"

"Ah, what else? You'll regret it."

Zhou Li said as a matter of course: "What's the difference between this and committing suicide?"

Tang Wan was about to refute when he heard this, but then he was stunned, and then he said with a grim face: "Fuck, it's true."

For the Tang Sect, Tang Cen is naturally a genius who is unique in the world. Whether it is medicine, poison or hidden weapons, he can be said to be a genius among geniuses. As the successor of the Tang Sect leader, Tang Cen is not only qualified, but also perfect. And as a father's son, he naturally makes his father stand up and proudly say "My son is smart".

But Tang Wan is different.

The end of fatherly love and son’s filial piety is the father’s departure and the son’s smile.

It can be said that the conflict between Tang Wan and her father is quite unique. Most father-son conflicts are nothing more than studies or careers, or at least eating. But Tang Wan is different. She and her father have only one conflict.

Tang Wan is not dead yet.

For Tang Wan's father, he could accept the fact that he had a son but ended up having a daughter. But during the reunion Mid-Autumn Festival, his daughter fed half a bottle of Niang Niquan to her grandfather and put half a can of laxatives for pigs in her soup, turning the Tang Clan's Mid-Autumn Festival into a Mid-Autumn Festival.

To put it in a bigger picture, what Tang Wan did was even more serious than defection. After all, before Tang San jumped off the cliff, he didn't say that he would cut off the elder's ox and turn him into a woman.

But if you want to downplay the matter, it's nothing more than a escalation of the conflict between father and daughter that affected the grandfather and grandson.

"If you don't come with me to get my father's heart blood, I will hold your thigh like this for a year."

Like a classic leg pendant, Tang Wan hugged Zhou Li's thigh tightly and said firmly: "I will follow you to the toilet."

"Are you a dog-skin plaster?"

Zhou Li angrily swung his legs, not daring to use force, "The conflict between you and your father is like the Roman Phalanx versus the Maxim Phalanx. Whoever gets involved will die miserably. If you want to die, then die. Can you please not use your death rattle to take me away?"

"I can only look for you!!!"

Tang Wan burst into tears and said, "My master has gone to make a horse spell for you. The old Taoist priest cannot leave Longhu Mountain, and you have no reason to go if you don't go. My fellow disciples all treat me as a talking corpse. I only have you, Lao Zhou!!!"

Zhou Li's face became more and more numb.

It really is.

"No, man."

Zhou Li hesitated and asked, "You, what is your father's current rank?"

"Rank?"

Tang Wan asked in confusion.

"What level is it?"

Zhou Li asked.

"A seventh-level spiritual master, a grandmaster-level poison master, and a sixth-level hidden weapon master."

Tang Wan said calmly.

"Him and the old scholar?"

"Fifty-fifty in a dream."

Tang Wan put his hand on his chin and analyzed: "Now it should be my father who beats the old scholar. If it is the old scholar in his prime, it will be fifty-fifty."

"Can't fight, can't win, die miserably."

Zhou Li’s decisiveness was sickening.

“It doesn’t necessarily have to be a fight.”

Tang Wan said quickly: "I am her daughter...son after all." "I feel that it is because you are his son that he can beat you without restraint."

Zhou Li sighed, and said in a distressed tone: "It is indeed not far from here to your home, but for some reason, the Taoist priest has been in a state of instability these days and has gone into seclusion. Do you think it is okay for the two of us to go and collect blood from the apex of the heart?"

After a pause, Zhou Li's eyes lit up, "How about you just say you're seriously ill and need apical blood, and then ask your father to mail it to you?"

Tang Wan silently took out a piece of paper and handed it to Zhou Li.

Zhou Li took the paper and there were only three big words on it.

Go home.

"Do you think you can think of something that I can't think of?"

Tang Wan sneered, "My father rode a horse five hundred miles to deliver these three words to me yesterday. Old Zhou, what do you think?"

"When do you want it?"

Zhou Li took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and asked helplessly.

"In a month."

After thinking for a while, Tang Wan said, "In a month and a half, the old master will have completed the rest of the preparations. It will take us ten days to go from here to my house and five days to collect blood. That's about it."

"So, I still have a month to prepare?"

Zhou Li asked.

"Wait a minute, what are you going to prepare?"

Tang Wan was immediately alert, "Old Zhou, I want to take my father's heart blood, not his life. Let's calm down."

"In your eyes, I am just a jerk who blows things up every day, right?"

Zhou Li said unhappily, "I want to practice martial arts and develop my skills. Then when your father gets angry, I can run away, or at least run faster than you."

"Oh, that's okay."

Scratching his head, Tang Wan chuckled, "Okay, Lao Zhou, I knew I was right about you."

"Ah, I got a free meal and started a main quest."

Zhou Li messed up his hair and had a look of disgrace on his face. "Okay, I'll take some stuff back. I'll practice hard these days, and you should also get some self-defense gear."

Hearing this, Tang Wan waved his hands and said arrogantly, "It's okay. I have the jade gourd bracelet you gave me. My master also gave me a lot of self-defense magic weapons before he left. I can fight for my life under my father's hands when the time comes."

"Oh?"

Zhou Li raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "What good stuff do you have for me to see?"

Tang Wan smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, I can't use them now. I'll show them to you after a while. They're all good stuff. I'll get you a few then."

Just like that, Tang Wan sent Zhou Li away. Zhou Li was pushed away in confusion, and then went to the kitchen to get a lot of food, and continued his long journey to Qingyun Peak.

"Master, are you sure?"

Looking at Tang Wan squatting at the entrance of the cafeteria eating buns, Zhuge Qing on the high cliff frowned and asked, "Why do I remember that I don't need the so-called apical blood?"

"Xiaoqing, you don't understand."

Shaking his head, the old Taoist priest who was playing chess with the crane stroked his beard and said, "You should know what happened in the Tang Sect these days, right?"

"You are talking about..."

Zhuge Qing asked tentatively.

"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade."

The old Taoist priest said calmly: "This time, let these two boys experience some skills."

"besides."

With a stern look in his eyes, the old Taoist priest said in a deep voice:

"I made a mistake in my last move. I'll make it again." (End of this chapter)