Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 298 Chu Pingsheng: I don’t eat beef

At this time, Miss A'Zhu, who was standing in front of the Eight Immortals' table and was arguing with him just now about whether to kill the lewd monk, stretched out her hand and tore off a thin piece of mucous membrane from her face, revealing the monk's face behind it.

"Master...Master?!" Duan Yu exclaimed in shock.

"Disguise?"

Abi's expression changed drastically, she bit her lip with a look of hatred on her face. Unexpectedly, the two of them were tricked by the monk, and it was the fake A'Zhu who tricked her into telling her true feelings.

Chu Pingsheng took off his wig, revealing the monk's head with six scars on it: "Go to the corner and slap your mouth."

The corner of Abi's mouth twitched a few times, her eyes changed from anger to humiliation, then to slump and numbness. She took a deep breath, walked to the corner illuminated by the sunlight leaking through the window lattice, and stretched out her pink hand.

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

"Don't you know why she took good care of me in the past seven days?"

For serious internal injuries suffered by women, he has a magical trick that can heal them in one day, but A'Zhu obviously does not agree, so he can only use the healing chapter of the Nine Yin Manual to save the woman, just like Guo Jinghe in The Legend of the Condor Heroes. Huang Rong was holding her palms to heal her wounds in the secret room of Qu San Tavern.

A'Zhu took half a step back, looked at A Bi, and was very worried, and then thought about Xiao Feng, and was also very worried.

During this period, people needed to take care of their food and daily life. Even if it was for her sister's life, Abi had to work hard and be meticulous.

Duan Yu was so anxious that he surrounded Chu Pingsheng like a follower: "Master... Master... stop hitting, hit again... hit again..."

"Abi, just give in to him and admit your mistake, so what can you do?" A'Zhu urged on the side.

One slap, two slaps, three slaps...

"I want to see how stubborn she can be."

A'Zhu had no choice but to beg Chu Pingsheng: "I'm begging you, let her stop."

"What conditions?"

"Will it hurt you if I hit you again?"

"Master..."

A'Zhu felt sorry for her sister and went to grab her arm. Unexpectedly, she was pushed to the ground with a look of shock on her face.

"Whenever she loses strength, give her this medicine."

"Master, she has been serving you for some time. She has worked hard without any merit, so just...just spare her this time."

Abi ignored it and continued to slap herself.

"Well... that's okay, but there's a condition."

"Abi!"

"You can't go to Xiao Feng."

Speaking of which, A'Zhu only found out after leaving Juxian Village that Murong Fu gave A Bi to Monk Kong Kong. After he recovered from his injuries, he even came up with an idea to escape together. However, A Bi, who was so stubborn, refused to do so for the sake of the young master's restoration of the country. But she couldn't serve the lewd monk like a competent maid without any complaints or regrets, so the relationship ended up like this.

Her hands were very small, barely enough to hold. Her hands were beautiful, like lotus tips in mid-spring, but these hands slapped her face mercilessly. After a few slaps, her face turned red and her ears became red and swollen.

The monk threw Duan Yu a palm-sized pineapple medicine box with peony patterns, stood up and walked towards the door. Every time the monk's shoes fell, they stepped on Abi's face and made a sound.

"By the way, A'Zhu, do you want to know who your parents are?"

The monk stopped at the door. The morning breeze brought the smell of sunshine, which was slightly refreshing, but his smile made people feel like falling into a cold kiln.

……

At the end of July, summer is coming to an end, and there is more autumn flavor in the air. The plump ears of grain are so heavy that the stalks bend at the waist and lower their heads. When the wind blows, a golden wave goes away, arousing the smiling faces of the farmers who harvested the crops, wiping their sweat and feeling slightly refreshed.

The autumn wind continued to blow, blowing past 16 large willow trees, blowing across the bluestone bridge, blowing across the small wooden plank bridge, and then winding around a path, finally blowing into a flat lake, ruffling the mirror-like water surface.

At this moment, on the west side of a wooden house that is half suspended on the water and half on the shore, a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat, with his trouser legs rolled up and his feet bare, was lying in the shadow of the big willow tree, leaning against the big bluestone, half-squinting. Wake up, seem to be asleep but not sleep.

To his right is a wooden stand with a bamboo fishing rod on it.

At this time, there was a circle of ripples on the water surface. The middle-aged man picked up the fishing rod and saw that there was nothing. He put the fishing rod back and leaned against the big bluestone again, feeling content and comfortable.

"On the lake, the old man is sitting on the rock top, but the peach blossom water is flowing in the lake. The bamboo poles are curling up in endless waves, and I don't know who swallows my hook."

"Old man, what is the name of the ghost in Qijili?"

A girl in a purple shirt, about fifteen or sixteen years old, parted from the flower tree, jumped up to the middle-aged man, looked at the lake, looked at him, and rolled her big black eyes several times.

"You want to fish with a straight hook? Are you a fool?"

The middle-aged man didn't even look at her. He closed his eyes and said, "Have you never heard of the story about Jiang Taigong fishing and those who wish to take the bait?"

"Tai Gong Jiang? What is Tai Gong Jiang? I've never heard of him. Is he good at fishing?"

"..." Perhaps because he thought she was ignorant, the middle-aged man stopped replying.

"Humph."

The little girl in purple wrinkled her nose and suddenly shot a pebble with excellent accuracy, breaking the fishing line wrapped around the fishing rod.

"what are you doing?"

"If you break your fishing line, you won't be able to catch fish, and you won't be able to become Jiang Taigong." The little girl tilted her neck and squinted her eyes slightly, her face full of pride.

She's not bad looking, I should say she's pretty cute, but her arrogance is really too much for people to bear.

The middle-aged man glared at her and stopped fishing altogether. He dropped his trousers, put away the fishing rod, picked up the empty fish basket and prepared to leave.

"Don't leave." She shouted from behind.

The man didn't listen, pressed his hat and continued walking forward.

"I told you not to leave!"

The girl in purple shouted, and there was something in her hand. It was very transparent and could not distinguish its shape. She threw it casually and covered the middle-aged man in front of her with his back to her.

"Little girl, what are you doing?"

Strange to say, the thing struggled tighter and tighter, and in a moment it wrapped the man into a rice dumpling. Because it was entangled with the coat, the color was very different, and it was only then that we could clearly identify it. It was actually a network of wires thinner than a hair. It is a transparent fishing net, but its texture is extremely tough and cannot be broken no matter how hard the person inside tries.

"Kekeke,kekeke..." The woman in purple blouse clapped her hands and said, "You fisherman, you haven't caught a fish for a long time. Look how good I am. With just one net, I caught a big fish weighing over a hundred kilograms. "

"Let go."

"Don't let me go, girl. To tell you the truth, the fishing net that binds you is called a soft silk rope. It was made by my master from ice silkworm silk. The more you struggle, the tighter the net becomes, and finally it becomes embedded in the flesh. Go ahead and make bloody marks on you, tsk tsk tsk, that scene is so beautiful, I can’t even bear to look at it.”

She was so happy that she clapped her hands and said she couldn't bear it, but she looked very excited and didn't know how many people she had tortured using this method.

"Are you sure you don't want to let go?"

"Make sure you don't let go."

"Then don't blame me."

When the girl in purple saw him slightly arching his legs, integrating his waist and horse, bending his elbows and stretching out as if to exert his strength, she broke the soft silk cord. She suddenly smiled with a smile on her face, walked over and patted his shoulder and said: "Listen, girl Let me advise you not to waste your efforts. Just call me Auntie Azi three thousand times, kowtow three hundred times, and say you will never dare to do it again. Then I will be merciful and let you out. How about it?"

"Show mercy? Haha."

The middle-aged man who was covered by the soft silk rope suddenly exerted force, pushed outwards with both hands, and the extremely tough silk threads began to expand outward.

"Idiot, you will only hurt yourself if you do this..."

Before Ah Zi finished speaking, the expression on her face changed, because not only did the ice silk thread not get cut into the man's flesh, but it showed signs of breaking under the turbulent internal force.

How is this person more powerful than Senior Brother?
"do not want!"

It's obviously too late to give in at this point.

There was a pop.

The soft silk rope exploded, and a surging energy swept around. Azi was very close, and her martial arts was poor, so she was knocked away and fell into the mirror lake with a thud, causing a huge splash.

"Help, help..."

She raised her head and scratched in the water, constantly puffing and sipping water from time to time: "I can't swim, please save me...save me!"

The middle-aged man didn't seem to hear, holding the silk thread in his hand and keeping silent.

Soft rope.

This thing is pretty cool.

Pity……

But it doesn't matter. Ah Zi stole Ding Chunqiu's sacred tree Wangding and the ice silkworms. When the ice silkworms spun silk, she could weave the soft silk rope herself.

The middle-aged man was naturally none other than Chu Wanli, who had disguised himself as Chu Wanli and lurked at Xiaojing Lake for the sacred wooden king tripod in Azi's hands.

Tianlong Temple's Six Meridians Divine Sword, Jiumozhi's Flame Sword, and Shaolin Temple's Yijin Jing. These are top martial arts that can enhance his combat effectiveness. The biggest role of the Divine Wood King Cauldron in the world of Tianlong Babu is to use it for cultivation. Practice Hua Gong Dafa.

He has learned the Beiming Magical Skills of the Xiaoyao Sect, so naturally he doesn't look down on the Great Method of Transforming Gong. The problem is that he got Wang Nangu's Poison Scripture in the world of Yitian Slaying the Dragon. To be fair, this heretical thing is still very useful, just like in Juxian Zhuang, without using Qijue Wuyingsha, only relied on the mechanism of the snake bone whip and the snake venom of Ouyang Feng in Legend of the Condor Heroes to capture Xiao Yuanshan.

To be honest, based on the situation at that time, if Xiao Yuanshan was not poisoned and attacked him together with Xiao Feng, and without showing his trump card, it would be good to be able to fight to a draw with the Xiaos and his sons with martial arts alone. If the opponent added a sweeper monk, Woolen cloth? So we need to have more backup methods.

If others poisoned him, they would only be destroyed, but if he poisoned others, he would have miraculous effects. In this case, this divine wooden king tripod, which was said to be able to lure poisonous insects within ten miles, was an object that could not be let go and must be obtained - he did not want to imagine it. Like Wang Nangu, who traveled across mountains and rivers, climbed rocks and drilled holes to make poison, wouldn't it be nice to have those poisonous insects come to her door?
"Brother Chu, Brother Chu, I seem to hear someone calling for help. What happened?"

Just as he was thinking about it, a woman in her mid-thirties walked out of a wooden house not far away and walked quickly along the trestle towards his location.

But seeing her with her hair in a high bun, wearing a dark green shirt, her waist was tight, her skin was thicker than fat, her steps were graceful, and her eyes were full of waves, she looked like a beautiful woman that is hard to find in the world.

(End of this chapter)