The indescribable Taoist Lord

"Has everything been covered up?"

Zhang Qinghe felt the undisguised fluctuation of spiritual energy behind him, squinted his eyes and looked down at the "evil heap" without looking back, his hands were drooped on his knees, and he took a shallow sip of peach blossom wine.

His white clothes blended with the snow, hiding among the mountains. No matter how good his eyesight was, he would not be able to spot him under the vast darkness of night.

Taiyin Star Lord's jade slip slowly pushed to his side and stayed in the void, seeming to be observing Zhang San's every move.

“It won’t be noticed in a short time.

But... is this how you sharpen him? "

Zhang Qinghe looked at the lively scene below quietly without any worry, looking comfortable and calm - as if he had never worried about whether Zhang San's life was in danger, but only focused on whether this "lesson" had any effect. .

"He is quite smart, and a baby that can bark is fed by milk. Faced with this situation, the natural first choice is to call for help. He is confident in his heart and knows that you will not throw him into a situation where he will die, and the situation is critical. You will definitely come to the rescue.”

Lord Taiyin Xing commented appreciatively, apparently listening to Zhang San’s previous shouts.

"Smart...haha..."

Zhang Qinghe shook his head slightly when he heard Taiyin's words - in his opinion, this was not a good thing, so he hid his figure and allowed these evil spirits to engulf his founder.

The evil spirits below are getting more and more crazy, and the putrid torso can no longer bear to be looked at. They are forcefully driven by the roots, and Yiyu seeks the source that triggers their instinctive desire.

Those dark-brown things that looked like flesh and blood, but also looked like roots, inserted holes in every crack. Just like Miss Ru's Qinghua Immortal Soil wrapped up and devoured Zhang Qinghe layer by layer before, it also wrapped Zhang San tightly and woven it into a semi-bulge shape. , a big bag with something like meridians and blood vessels floating on the surface.

The incomprehensible distorted sound during the contraction was accompanied by the harsh sound of rejection, as if not only Zhang San inside, but also the evil body inside was being hanged clean.

"Does Mr. Xing know that there are two kinds of smart people in the world?"

Taiyin Xingjun didn't say much. She had already figured out Zhang Qinghe's temperament in a short period of getting along with him. Even if she didn't follow him, he would definitely explain what he wanted to say clearly. It's a common problem for Li Shaobai, Zhang Qinghe, and even Wenchang Xingjun to appear holy in front of good people. I don't know where the root of this bad problem lies. Each one is better than the other.

Seeing that Lord Taiyin was silent, Zhang Qinghe suddenly felt a little disappointed, so he could only talk to himself -

"There are two kinds of smart people: one is smart because they have learned a lesson; the other is smart because they have never learned a lesson."

Taiyin suddenly realized that she seemed to have figured out something.

"Zhang San thinks too clearly, but it is a flaw. He is prone to arrogance. You want to teach him to be cautious. It is also not good to be careless in fighting and planning..."

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Qinghe, who was a little tipsy - he consciously drank, and he temporarily put aside many big worries that were weighing on his heart. It seemed that he would drink more in the future.

"wrong……"

"Ah, how could it be wrong?"

Taiyin was stunned.

"Xiao San'er is the world's top smart seedling, the real seed of smart people. Prudence is their add-on. If smart people despise everything and become careless because they think they are smart - that proves that they are actually fools and not real people. smart people.

If the third son matures and thinks carefully, he will definitely think carefully, and I don’t need to teach him. "

Zhang Qinghe seemed to be extremely confident in Zhang San. He pointed at the big pile of meat from a distance with the wine bottle, and did not feel disgusted at all. It was even as appetizing as a side dish with wine.

No... Then what are you doing here? A hundred and eighty-headed evil spirit came to play pain education with him?

"Then what are you going to teach him?"

"What is Xingjun best at?"

"Killing, fighting, dismantling evil spirits, destroying corpses and eliminating traces, concealing their whereabouts, evading pursuit, torture... and skinning and cramping, searching for souls and killing..."

Good guy, Zhang Qinghe was dumbfounded for a moment. Is this Lord Taiyin of Tiangong? Fortunately, she said she would stay for a while to teach Li Ping'an and she disagreed because of the overall situation. Otherwise, if she had taught such a "night watch officer", how would she have faced Li Tuizhi?

"Yes, today I will teach him how to fight. I learned how to fight from Xingjun. I think it is the most practical and simplest and most effective. How he fights must be taught according to my style as a teacher.

Besides——”

Zhang Qinghe paused.

"Smart people are always confident and always use their brains first when encountering dangers. However, if a person is too smart and clever without tempering, it is extremely easy to fall into the dead end of opportunism.

Sometimes ideas are faster than brains. Solving problems directly with fists can produce unexpected results.

What's more, only by facing the evil evil head-on can you not feel afraid when you see something bigger in the future. There are many soft-footed shrimps in Zhongtian, including the geniuses on the Qilin List. "

Zhang Qinghe pretended to ignore Taiyin Xingjun's "committing skills" symbolically, and ignored her detailed tips for meeting Ou Yanliang every day.

But if he had the chance... he would like to try to understand them all.

"So... is this the reason why you didn't even give him a weapon?"

Taiyin Xingjun's hesitant voice sounded at this moment. How could she think of this? She really didn't expect Zhang Qinghe to be so ruthless and not even give him a knife.

"Ahem... It's okay to use fists. I'm teaching him how to fight, not how to win."

Ah, this... Zhang Qinghe couldn't explain why he forgot to give him the weapon, so he simply didn't explain it and just made up a passable reason to smooth things over.

He touched his chin in embarrassment. Although Taiyin said no more, he always felt that Taiyin Xingjun in the jade slip was examining him, and the scene fell into inexplicable silence.

Fortunately, at this moment, the situation in the field seems to have changed——

The half-bulge was densely covered with dark brown flesh and blood roots, like a disgusting thing like a bloodline net. Between the thin gaps, there was a glimmering light coming out, and then the connected roots kept shaking off, as if there was some Restlessness and looseness.

The roots of flesh and blood slowly stopped squirming, and then there was a commotion again. The piles of flesh that the evil puppets had originally gathered into a ball collapsed and scattered into their original individuals, all hunched over and breathing distorted violence. The roars ricocheted in the snowy field in annoyance, and quickly gathered at the original place, as if they were going to wrap Zhang San's place into a tight meat ball again, and then slowly swallow him...