Evergreen Immortal.

That wisp of immortal energy is like a seed, transforming Xuan Qing Qi into Immortal Xuan Qi.

Those who obtain the immortal energy can reverse their bones.

Even a loser in martial arts can become capable of practicing martial arts with the improvement of the Immortal Xuan Qi.

Although Wang Zhao's skills are still poor, he at least has the possibility of becoming a top grader, which is much more promising than raising horses.

Li Rui was born as a horseman, so he didn't look down on people who raised horses.

In fact, it doesn't matter if Wang Zhao likes to raise horses, he can just continue to raise horses.

Raising horses can also make you famous.

"Therefore, if there is a person who is good at raising horses, all the best horses in the world will be produced by him, and he will be admired by future generations."

It's just that if you want to become a great horse master, you don't have much requirement for force at first. But if you want to become the strongest, you still need martial arts assistance. Otherwise, how can you tame those unruly monster horses?

I heard that the great horse master in Annan Town was also a martial arts master at the level of a minor master.

Wang Zhao had no hope before, but now he has.

Who doesn’t want to become stronger?

"Master."

Wang Zhao called softly.

Today, Li Rui suddenly came to him and said that he would change his name to master from now on and that he would have two more senior brothers.

He also said that he would give him a breath of energy, and from then on, he could practice martial arts.

practice martial arts

This is something Wang Zhao has only dreamed of.

Looking at the latecomers Liang He and Liu Tiezhu who have become top-notch warriors, doesn't he envy them?

I’m almost jealous to death.

But so what?

Things in this world are never the result of hard work.

And in fact, he has already tried hard.

Facts have proved that without talent, hard work is in vain.

From unwillingness to despair, to concentrating on raising horses.

This greatly tempered Wang Zhao's character.

Li Rui smiled and took a photo of Wang: "Xiao Zhao, if you want to keep horses, keep raising them. In the future, when you become a great horse master, Master, an old horseman, can also benefit from it."

"The Great Horsemaster."

Wang Zhao's eyes lit up.

Li Rui was also very happy to see Wang Zhao's fighting spirit rising as never before.

He didn't blame Wang Zhao for slacking off on martial arts training in the past. To be fair, he was just as slack back then and had no hope, so it was all in vain.

If a person wants to make progress, he must first see hope.

So he made a breakthrough last night and accepted Wang Zhao as his disciple this morning.

Wang Zhao has been following Sun for the longest time, but Li Rui has yet to accept a disciple.

Why?

Of course, Li Rui has his own reasons.

Although Liang He and Liu Tiezhu each have their own strengths, in terms of fundamentals, they both learned Chang Chun Gong.

Wang Zhao's qualifications were so poor that he couldn't even get started.

After being taught the technique, he just stared blankly.

In the final analysis, those who practice martial arts and those who do not practice martial arts are two types of people.

If he accepts Wang Zhao as his apprentice, the gap in cultivation between the brothers will be too big in the future. The change in status of one master and one ordinary person will make it difficult for them to continue to get along.

Even with him suppressing her, she could still maintain a brotherly and respectful appearance, but as time went by, something would definitely happen.

Being a good match isn't just about marriage, it's everywhere.

If status is not equal, brothers can't do it.

Wang Zhao has a fragile temperament, and his self-esteem may be damaged, and he may not even want to raise a horse, so accepting a disciple will only harm Wang Zhao.

Since you want to help people, you have to consider all aspects.

If you help people but are unwilling to put in the effort, it would be better not to help.

Doing bad things with good intentions is also a bad thing.

The old man said: "Always think about everything."

That's the truth.

Li Rui felt the immortal energy in his body. With this immortal energy, the future prospects of his three apprentices would not be too bad.

And if he still accepts disciples in the future, he doesn't have to be too attached to his roots and can pay more attention to his character.

It’s not that the root bones are unimportant, it’s just not that necessary.

"When one person attains enlightenment, chickens and dogs ascend to heaven!"

"Sir, are you leaving camp?"

A guard guarding the An Ning Guard saw Gao Zhen riding out of the barracks and trotted forward with a flattering look on his face.

Gao Zhen nodded:

"Going out of town for inspection."

"Yes, yes."

The guard nodded repeatedly.

As a guard, Gao Zhen had the duty of patrolling. He just came forward to get acquainted with him. How dare he really care about how a sixth-grade guard acted?

He stepped back in small steps to get out of the door.

Gao Zhen gave a light scolding, and the demon horse snorted like lightning before running up the official road and galloping away.

That night.

He came and rode into a deep mountain.

Of course, ordinary horses cannot go up the mountain, but demon horses are an exception.

Gao Zhen got off his horse, looked around, and said softly: "It should be around here."

these days.

He had been secretly inquiring about the specific location where Jiang Linxian killed Wan Dugui.

finally.

He really caught wind of it.

Jiang Linxian not only killed ten thousand poisonous ghosts that day, but also killed many elders and disciples of the Guiming Sect.

After returning to the military camp.

The soldiers of the Anning Guard were ordered to deal with the corpses to avoid unnecessary commotion.

He learned this information from the mouths of the tranquility guards.

"Hope is still there."

Gao Zhen thought silently in his heart.

The reason why he went to so much trouble was because once the Poison Ghost died, the immortal energy in his body would dissipate on its own.

For those who don't know, they won't notice it at all.

Unless you are an immortal seeker, you can find it with special means.

Because of this, Gao Zhen tried every possible means to confirm whether the immortal energy was really left behind.

Gao Zhen put the demon horse where it was.

The demon horse that has been tamed by the Jianma Hall does not need to be tied down at all, and there is no need to worry about escaping.

In the middle of the night, in the old forest.

Gao Zhen bent down alone, holding a torch and searching carefully.

He has immortal energy in his body. As long as there is immortal energy within a radius of three feet, he can sense it, so it is not like finding a needle in a haystack.

I found it until half the night.

The sky is slightly bright.

Gao Zhen had already changed his third torch, his eyes were red, and he was muttering like a demon:

"No, no, why still not!"

One night.

He searched almost the entire mountain, but there was no trace of any fairy spirit.

Obviously.

The immortal energy has been taken away by someone, maybe Jiang Linxian, or maybe not.

But it is certain that the fairy spirit is gone.

Gao Zhen's last glimmer of hope was shattered and he seemed a little frustrated.

That ray of immortal energy was given to him by the Blood Shadow Ancestor because he took refuge in the Guiming Sect as a disciple of the Gao family because of its scarcity.

It will be extremely difficult to want it in the future.

The only way now is to kill Ning Zhongtian, Li Rui and Tan Hu.

And the sooner the better.

The Blood Shadow Ancestor did not set a time limit for him, but when he made the promise at that time, he only said that if he performed well, the Immortal Lord could give him another ray of immortal energy.

What does it mean to perform well?

But it’s not that the sooner he kills him, the better.

He had already received a ray of immortal energy before, had food at home, and was not panicking.

But now he only has 30% of the immortal energy in his hand. If he wants to use this amount of immortal energy to reverse his bones, it will take him who knows how many years.

What's the point of growing more bones when your head turns white and becomes an almost rotten old man?

Gao Zhen would rather die.

What he wants is bright clothes and angry horses, so that those who once despised him can't lift their heads with his pride, but he doesn't want to outlast them.

Spiritual victory?

It makes no sense.

"We can only find a way to do it as soon as possible."

Gao Zhen secretly made up his mind.

When he gets back, he will go find his senior brothers and sisters.

There are still ten of the twelve blood disciples, which means that he still has nine reinforcements that he can call. If he doesn't believe that he can kill Ning Zhongtian and the two small officials.

Just kill these three people.

Even if everyone on the list is complete, he can go to the cheap master Blood Shadow Patriarch to receive the reward.

Maybe that immortal lord will be able to bestow immortal energy when he is happy.

As for whether those senior brothers and sisters would be stabbed into sieves by Jiang Linxian's flying sword like ten thousand poisonous ghosts, that was not a question he should consider.

"It would be better if they all died."

Gao Zhen hated those senior brothers and sisters from the bottom of his heart.

"Dirty thing!"

Although he was only the son of a side branch of Lu Yang's Gao family, he was also from a decent noble family.

The purpose of joining the Ghost Cult is to gain the resources to become a real nobleman, but not to mix with monsters and monsters.

Being an official is the true way.

The reason for following the evil path is to better serve as an official, but it cannot be reversed.

Gao Zhen was planning to wait until he obtained the immortal energy and spent a few years in the capital before breaking off with the Guiming Sect.

While thinking.

despair.

A raindrop fell from the sky, causing a water stain on his shoulder.

Gao Zhen looked sideways.

"It's going to rain."

Even though he was a Dragon Gate warrior and was not afraid of rain and cold, he didn't like the feeling of getting wet. He didn't bring an umbrella when he went out this time.

Thinking.

He turned around and walked towards the demon horse, his pace a little faster.

We were prepared to find a shelter before the heavy rain came.

Just when he was about to see the demon horse——

Gao Zhen's pupils shrank suddenly.

The demon horse's hooves turned upside down, a huge gash was cut on its neck, and it lay motionless in a pool of blood.

In front of the demon horse, a man in black was holding a blood-stained knife.

He slowly turned his head.

A Shura mask covered his face, making it impossible to see his face.

"Who are you?"

Gao Zhen's right hand was already on the sword at his waist, ready to take action at any time.

Killing his horse was clearly premeditated.

It's for him.

"Ning Zhongtian or Jiang Linxian?"

After thinking about it, Qinghe was the only two people who wanted to kill him and dared to kill him.

Under the Shura mask, a hoarse and extremely unpleasant voice sounded like metal friction: "Haven't you heard a sentence?"

"Don't go up the mountain when it's dark. Ghosts will knock on your door in the middle of the night."

Almost as soon as the words fell.

Bang!

A purple-gold lightning flashed in the sky, accompanied by rumbles of thunder.

In an instant.

The heavy rain was so heavy that the two of them got wet instantly.

Gao Zhen stared at the man in black in front of him, with raindrops hanging on his eyelashes, turning a blind eye, and slowly uttered three words:

"King of Yama?"

According to legend, there is a master in Yunzhou who specializes in robbing wealth in the mountains and forests, and calls himself the King of Hell.

Whenever he kills someone, he will say exactly the same thing as before.

"Don't go up the mountain when it's dark. Ghosts will knock on your door in the middle of the night."

Gao Zhen's eyelids twitched, secretly crying that he was unlucky.

Unexpectedly, the first time I went into the mountains, I would meet the Mountain King of Hell, which was really bad luck.

But he didn't have time to think about it yet.

The long knife in the hand of the Mountain King of Hell had already broken through the rain curtain and headed straight for his eyebrows.

Accompanied by this, there is also the unpleasant voice of the Mountain King of Hell:

"Keep your memory in mind and avoid walking at night in the future."

"Maybe we can still use it in the next life!"