Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

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 have a few gossips..."

Lu Ye blinked, curious about what trick the old man was using.

"Can!"

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 look, 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'm afraid you are as strong as the great martial artist Tie Zang!"

Wang Hu finally spoke slowly.

"Yes, master, if I were not very skilled, I might have died in your hands."

Lao 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 and the master couldn't control the reins, so he ran away from you."

"Afterwards, I killed that disobedient beast for my master. Master felt so regretful. Every time he woke up at night, his face would be filled with tears..."

"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 painstaking efforts of the master. You must understand it as a master!"

Wang Hu's face flashed with impatience.

How much I admired my master before, but now I feel like vomiting after hearing these words. How shameless do I have to be to blame all my faults on a horse?

How unjust was that horse?

This master's cultivation level is now that of a great Iron Zang martial artist.

But the cultivation level of this talkative person is at the level of a master who confuses black and white.

"Master," he asked happily, "you know, 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 and there are no wild animals in the middle of the 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 can't bear it. I won't have a mentor like you in the future..."

Wang Hu was really disgusted by this cheap master.

Lao Zhao cursed the evil beast in his heart and could only say with a smile.

"Wang Hu, since you said this, it will hurt my teacher's heart too much..."

He saw Wang Hu's eyebrows raised, fearing that he might really offend this fool.

"Ahem...Okay, you and I will no longer be masters and disciples. I have something to say..."

Lao 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 secret skills of Shenfeng Sect, you wouldn't have achieved what you have today."

Wang Hu nodded coldly, what he said 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 crazy look flashed on 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?"

Lao 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 skills for skills. I taught you the skills of Shenfeng Sect, and you have to give me some skills in return."

Old Zhao Tuqiong saw him.

"I want you to teach me Taoism!"

Next to them, Pan Furong, Zhang Cunyi and Sister Hong immediately cursed.

"This old man is crazy!"

"Have your spring and autumn dreams!"

"I'm so tired of living!"

"It's a joke to exchange the introductory skills of a bronze-skin martial artist for a Taoist technique!"

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 kneel down to you and worship you as my teacher. We are even!"

"Master, sir," Old Zhao banged his heads on the ground, even breaking the green bricks in the temple, "please teach me Taoism!"

brush!

Wang Hu was furious, jumped up, and slashed at Old Zhao's neck with a sword that was as sharp as the moon.

Break the promise, break the promise, anyway, he had no intention of letting Old Zhao walk out of the forest alive.

If you are a traitor, just be a traitor. I, Wang Hu, will bear all the sins alone.

Lao Zhao's eyes were filled with silver light, and he screamed and rolled away in fear.

jingle.

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 with two knives.

puff!

Lao Zhao's head was chopped off, and he looked shocked in the air.

These people don't respect martial ethics and don't keep their word!

What about sparing my life as promised?

Isn’t it true that a gentleman can be deceived?

bass.

Lu Ye shook the knife and all the blood on it was gone. He patted Wang Hu on the shoulder.

"Brother, he was your master after all."

"Don't get your hands dirty, let me do it!"

Wang Hu was a little stunned when he saw the headless corpse on the ground, and Lu Ye comforted him.

"Besides, we have already spared him once."

"If he tries to trick you into using Taoism, it's the way to death!"

"We are not breaking the promise! He brought it all on himself!" Luye killed the old Zhao.

Wang Hu was stunned for a moment, and then said movedly.

"Brother, you don't actually need to do anything."

"I originally 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 mentor died, and all he survived was a skin."

"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 thought so too."

"It's rare for you to 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."

"This old man dares to treat us like fools. It's really ridiculous."

Luye also sighed.

Is this old Zhao Tou going crazy trying to cultivate immortality?

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 the two of them for any good stuff."

Wang Hu and Zhang Cunyi stepped forward, selected the bodies 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 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 involved, and it's very troublesome."

"For example, the assassin who appeared in my room last time was an immortal cultivator and one of the troubles."

"It might not be a good thing if you knew about it, but now it's better and you can see it."

"Sister Hong, when I get back, I will teach you the Taoist technique I have 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 was a master-level martial arts master of the Iron Zang.

The rest are just mundane things that serve people and are not worth mentioning.

Wang Hu took out seven or eight sachets from Mr. Ma's body, which contained some ordinary powder. He didn't know why the young man kept them close to his body.

Pan Furong and Sister Hong looked at it and realized 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 that need to be collected with painstaking efforts. The two crystals are like two eyes of water on the ground, and they can be taken directly with a bowl.

The difference is huge. It's not that there is much spiritual energy in this crystal, 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!"

Wang Hu put 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 hits 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.

As soon as his mind moved, the bamboo horse ran forward.

Everyone felt a yellow light before their eyes, and a strong wind blew by. Wang Hu's figure disappeared in front of them, and a yellow light streaked through the afterimage in the air.

"what……"

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.

next moment.

"what……"

Wang Hu's screams 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's turban has been blown off, his hair is flying like a broom, and his mouth is half crooked.

Only then did people understand why the horse wrapped the rider.

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, the unlucky thing hit 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 reduced to the size of a palm.

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 the 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)