Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 3 Questioning Li Muxuan

Wang Yi, as a Cheng Yaojin who suddenly appeared, rushed to the scene where Zuo Rutong was confronting the Ghost Hand King Wang Yaozu. He also stood in front of Wang Yaozu to block Zuo Rutong's momentum for him.

Afterwards, he put down the wine and food in his hands, bowed to Zuo Rutong as a junior in a dignified manner, and introduced himself as he left the house.

"Yiren Wang Yi, who are you to Ghost Hand King?"

Looking at the young man standing in front of him, blocking the Ghost Hand King's aura, Zuo Ruotong already had an answer to his identity. However, looking at Wang Yaozu who was so shocked that he couldn't speak behind Wang Yi, Zuo Ruotong still couldn't believe the answer in his heart.

If you, the Ghost Hand King Wang Yaozu, could really teach such a disciple, how could you become a Quan Xing disciple that everyone wanted to beat? Not to mention the Changming Yegan Yuan Jingui who was just fanning the flames in the back, his eyes were rolling around at this moment, and I don't know what ghost ideas he was up to.

"Little bastard, why are you here at this time? If you had come a little later, maybe a senior brother would have taught you to practice the Eight Directions Reversal. Your old man Wang almost taught you..."

"Are you really not afraid of death or are you just pretending not to be afraid of death? You are adding fuel to the fire now. Aren't you afraid that Zuo Menzhang will arrest you right now?"

Before he could finish his words, Wang Yi interrupted him. At the same time, Yuan Jingui could feel Zuo Ruotong, the Great Ying Immortal, looking at him, which made him shudder. Not only Zuo Ruotong, but even Wang Yi, the little guy whom he usually teased, humiliated, and looked down upon, turned back and looked at him leisurely, with an indifferent expression, looking at him as if he were a dead object.

This really frightened him. At least he didn't dare to finish his words that were trying to add fuel to the fire. He just shut his mouth in dismay and watched how the situation would develop next.

"Ghost Hand King, he is my master, and I am his apprentice." After teaching Yuan Jingui, who talked nonsense and liked to stir up trouble, a lesson, Wang Yi also responded to Zuo Rutong's question with a smile.

"Is he also your master?"

"Hi, in the first year of the Republic of China, I was seven years old. I had no food to eat and no clothes to wear. When I was about to become someone else's meal, he picked me up. He provided me with food and clothing, taught me skills, and luckily I am still alive today. This kindness, if not a disciple, what is it?"

Zuo Rutong nodded. He understood that Wang Yi was not lying. The world was not peaceful in recent years. The rich were living a life of luxury while the poor were freezing to death on the streets. Eating one's own children was actually happening before his eyes. Wang Yaozu had allowed Wang Yi to survive and taught him his skills. Whether Wang Yi was willing or not, he had to acknowledge this favor.

"I am indeed a disciple, but unfortunately my master is not like a master. With all your skills now, Wang Yaozu is at most the one who guides you to the basics. For the rest, you have to practice on your own? Why?"

"Master Zuo, you have seen it too. If I had followed him in training, who knows where he would have made a mistake. He might have already become a dead soul in your hands."

"Seven years old, indeed. Children of this age are sensible and know what is good and evil. You have survived among the dead, Guisheng, and practiced alone. I didn't expect that the Ghost Hand King would also make mistakes. But it is his own fault. If he knew when to advance and retreat, and knew right from wrong, he would not have fallen to this point now."

The two asked and answered each other, and every word they said was a poke at the lungs of Wang Yaozu, the ghost hand king behind Wang Yi.

At this time, Ghost Hand King Wang Yaozu didn't know that the beggar he picked up in the first year of the Republic of China was a natural Qi-cultivating seed who was ten times more powerful than Li Muxuan. He taught him how to get started with the Eight Directions Reversal, and after that, he relied on his own practice, hiding the talent under his nose and not letting him discover it.

And what they said was not wrong. If Wang Yi had not concealed his incompetence, Ghost Hand King would have discovered that he had picked up a good seedling. Then in the future, Ghost Hand King might have relied on Wang Yi, a good seedling, to cause trouble. He himself did not know whether he was a good person or not.
But even though he knew it clearly, Ghost Hand King still felt angry at the moment. He pointed his finger at Wang Yi who had his back to him. He was so angry at the questioning and answer between Wang Yi and Zuo Rutong that he couldn't speak clearly. He could only point his finger at Wang Yi and kept muttering, "You! You you you..."

"Old Wang, please don't say anything. Just let me handle this matter. In all these years, other than hiding my incompetence, what have I done to let you down?"

Wang Yi's question made Wang Yaozu, the Ghost Hand King, shut up, because Wang Yi was right. Moreover, looking at the means displayed by Wang Yi at this time, he could no longer understand it. Because of the temporary brain overload, the idea of ​​accepting Li Muxuan as a disciple faded a lot. No matter what, what Wang Yi learned was the reversal of the eight directions that he had taught himself. This is the root and cannot be changed!

Moreover, his methods are more clever than mine. Since there is a King of Chu hiding by his side, why should he covet Lu Fengxian?
After subduing the Ghost Hand King with words, Wang Yi looked at Zuo Rutong and said with a smile.

"Captain Zuo, I heard from Old Wang before that if he fell into your hands, you could spare his life three times. How many times is this today?"

"the third time."

"Then how about you just let him go like an old man? Anyway, my methods are better than his now, and he is already quite old. With me watching over him, he won't do anything stupid, and he won't dare to do anything stupid. If he dares to do something stupid, I will use up all my methods and see if he feels sorry for it."

"Why didn't you use this trick to threaten him before?" "That's because I was still young before and my skills weren't strong enough to defeat him. I would be at a great loss if he crippled my skills and broke my limbs."

After saying this, even Zuo Rutong himself laughed. Indeed, to deal with an old fellow like the Ghost Hand King who had no successor, giving up one's own martial arts was indeed a good idea, especially since Wang Yi was the only one in front of him, but his methods of turning the tables were better than his master's.

"You are a sensible person, but it's a pity that you have such talent."

Having said that, it means that the conflict has come to an end. As the head of a school, Zuo Ruotong has a heart of love for Wang Yi, who defended Wang Yaozu and answered his questions without servility. After all, he relied on his own practice to practice the art of reversing eight directions to such a level, and at such a young age, he is indeed very talented.

If it weren't for his love and appreciation for talent, how could Zuo Rutong give the Ghost Hand King three chances to survive?

"It's nothing to regret. It's not easy to survive in this world. I have food, clothes and skills. Although he is a bit of a jerk, I am paying him back bit by bit. I can pay it back eventually. But I still have an unreasonable request."

"explain."

"Can I have a word with the kid behind you? After all, the root of this trouble comes from us. We have to give an explanation to this old man and to Chief Zuo, right?"

Hearing this, Zuo Ruotong turned around and looked at the evil boy Li Muxuan who was pulled behind him. This kid also saw the always gentle and exemplary Zuo Ruotong get angry for the first time. He also saw Wang Yi's god-like method. For a moment, his mind was confused. He didn't understand that the problem was ultimately caused by himself.

Of course, we can't expect Li Muxuan, a second-generation rich man at this age, to understand these principles.

And with me watching here, even if this young man named Wang Yi wanted to do something, it would not escape my eyes. He really thought that the title of Daying Immortal was just a good name.

Zuo Rutong turned sideways and pushed out Li Muxuan who was protecting him behind him. At the same time, he also wanted to see how Wang Yi would handle this matter.
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Inside the dense forest, two young men, one big and one small, stared at each other.

Wang Yi is a time traveler. Although this Republic of China is not the one he knows, it has not really become unfamiliar. From the first year of the Republic of China to the current tenth year of the Republic of China, the things that happened in this land of China and the people who appeared in these ten years have not changed. He also understands that what is coming will still come, what is going to happen will still happen, and it doesn’t matter whether there are aliens or not.

It's just that from the 21st century to the present a hundred years ago, he has truly felt a purgatory on earth, and also knows the future trend. If he really wants to survive until the arrival of peace and prosperity, there is always a way with the current means and understanding of the future. But if that were the case, he would not have stood up to help the Ghost Hand King settle the matter. Since he came to this chaotic era of the Republic of China, he also wanted to do his part to end this chaotic era.

But before doing so, he also had to settle some things, such as Li Muxuan who was standing in front of him.

No matter what, it was because of him, the future man, that Li Muxuan had taken away his chance to become his disciple. After he showed off like this, Wang Yaozu was less interested in accepting a disciple. It was hard to say whether Li Muxuan would become Wang Yaozu's disciple, and it was also hard to say whether Zuo Rutong would accept Li Muxuan as his disciple. After all, if he didn't, Li Muxuan's father wouldn't be able to say anything.

What he was afraid of was that if neither side accepted him, Li Muxuan might go crazy and become someone else's disciple, becoming even worse than before. In that case, he would not be able to live with his conscience.

And conscience is the foundation that enables him to survive in this chaotic world. He is still a human being, not a ghost!

"Little guy, don't be nervous. I have a general understanding of the situation. No matter how hard you try, my old man Wang is not in the right. I have never seen anyone begging others to become his disciple. He is humiliating himself like this. What else could he have done before? Don't you think so?"

As he spoke, he stabbed the ghost hand king Wang Yaozu behind him, and he couldn't say anything. But who told him to take in the King of Chu and still look for Lu Fengxian with a lantern? He deserved to be despised.

Li Muxuan looked at Wang Yi who was talking to him with a smile, nodded stupidly, and launched another critical attack on the Ghost Hand King Wang Yaozu.

"It seems that you understand, okay, let's make it clear now. Think about it carefully in front of the left sect leader and Old Wang, and then answer this question for me. Do you want to join the Trinity Sect, or do you want to take the Ghost Hand King Wang Yaozu as your master?"

The words were like the sound of a huge bell, shaking the naughty boy Li Muxuan, who was only about ten years old at the time, so much that he was buzzing. He looked at Wang Yaozu with expectant eyes behind Wang Yi, and then looked at Zuo Rutong who was looking at him next to him. Li Muxuan was stunned.

(End of this chapter)