The busy day ended soon. Tang Tang, who was sleeping on the lower bunk, was breathing evenly with his small mouth. Tang Zhi was sitting on the sofa in the living room, following the uncle's instructions, doing what seemed simple, but in fact

But it's a very complicated action.

Stick to it.

Although he has no obsession with becoming a magician, for a teenager who has no other choice, he is accustomed to doing his best to seize every opportunity that may allow him to live longer.

While Tang Zhi was practicing on the bed, the uncle who rarely went out in the eyes of the residents of Shuijingwan dragged his extremely slovenly footsteps to Ji Meiren Noodle House.

Aunt Ji glanced at him. At nine o'clock in the evening, the lights in most doors were still bright, illuminating the uncle's sloppy face with a vicissitude that did not belong to his age, and said: "What to eat?"

"Two Liang Beef Noodles, use drinking water, wash the bowl before adding ingredients, wash your hands first, don't touch any non-ingredient items with your hands while cooking the noodles. Thank you." The uncle sat on a low bench, rubbing his fingers between his toes.

, after rubbing it, he put his fingers to the tip of his nose and smelled it, while demanding in an arrogant voice, "I know your noodle cooking habits very well, don't try to get away with it here."

Aunt Ji frowned, looked at this guy who was no different from a beggar, and said: "You are picking your own feet with your own hands, and you still have so many demands on me?"

"What I pick is my own feet, and what I eat is also my own. You are different." The uncle raised his head and said indifferently.

Aunt Ji snorted coldly and started to cook noodles for him. She originally wanted to take advantage of the guy's inattention and spit a mouthful of saliva into his bowl, but finally gave up the idea after thinking that this guy was willing to teach Tang Zhi now.

Soon, a bowl of fragrant beef noodles was placed in front of him.

Although Aunt Ji seems to be unruly and her business does not comply with the food hygiene management regulations of the Han and Tang dynasties, there is a saying that her craftsmanship cannot be found anywhere else in Shuijingwan.

The uncle began to eat happily, picking up a large skewer of hot noodles with a chopstick, and started eating enthusiastically. Aunt Ji did not leave, but sat down opposite him.

She has been here for so many years, but she has never seen through the man in front of her. It is difficult to define her view of the man in front of her with traditional vocabulary, and it is even harder to grasp. It seems that she has never been willing to interact too much with others, and habitually

The otaku who locked himself in the room and smoked was willing to teach others why for the first time.

Aunt Ji looked at her uncle's face and asked, "How is Tang Zhi's talent?"

The uncle who was eating noodles raised his eyes and looked at the huge thing that blocked the light from him, and said slowly: "At this age, you still have no talent."

"Tang Zhi told me, how much time did you give him for a month?"

The uncle didn't answer.

"Did you set the bar too high? In one month, not only do you have to condense the magic elixir, but you also have to figure out the Transformation Technique yourself? Although Transformation Technique is not a powerful magical technique, you can let him see it once and he will

Think about it, is this something ordinary people can do?"

The uncle smiled disdainfully, patted the table, and said with great pride: "This is the threshold for the students I teach. If they can't do it, they don't deserve to be my students."

Aunt Ji, who was not dealing with her uncle, actually did not raise any objection. Instead, she was purely worried about Tang Zhi's learning situation and asked worriedly: "Then, is there any hope of success?"

The uncle sipped his noodles and said, "This is something destined by God. How can I say for sure. But according to convention, at his age, even if he uses Xuan Shen Thirteen Kills, he can still successfully become a magician. The probability is

It’s also extremely low, I’ve only heard of one person. The Concentration Pill is just the first step in cultivating the great path. Whether he can take the first step, I’ll tell you, it doesn’t count.”

Aunt Ji hooked up her black knee-high socks, nodded and said, "That's right."

"Then if there is hope, how long will it take to see the results? One month, I'm afraid it will be a torment for him."

The uncle raised his eyes and glanced at Ji Ke, who seemed to really regard Tangzhi Tangtang as his son, and said calmly: "It takes time to master this set of exercises. Only those with certain potential can master it quickly. In addition, after mastering this set of exercises,

, the time needed to tap the potential should be in the last few days at the end of a month, if it doesn’t work in those days, I’m afraid there is no hope.”

Although they are not enemies, the two of them have never looked at each other, but for some reason, when the Tang Zhi Tang Tang was mentioned, the two of them were able to chat calmly.

The uncle huffed and puffed after finishing the noodles, looked at the closed Zhu Laoba Beef Shop, picked his teeth with a toothpick, and asked casually: "He's not in a good mood lately?"

Ji Ke didn't expect that this heartless guy would actually care about others. The object of his concern was Zhu Laoba, who was so cold and arrogant that no one was willing to take care of his business. He nodded and said, "Well, I don't know what happened. I used to be separated from others.

He still comes to my place for a few days to have a bowl of noodles, but he hasn’t come for several days.”

The uncle couldn't help but smile and said: "Maybe the estrus period has passed, and you, an old lady, have lost your allure to him."

Aunt Ji frowned and was about to retaliate angrily when the uncle already patted his butt and stood up, walking away from Shuijing Bay. He even covered his ears with his hands, as if he would not listen to you no matter what you say.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared that Aunt Ji was suddenly stunned and came to her senses, "The bastard hasn't paid you yet!"

…

The uncle was wearing slippers, wandering alone in the wilderness like a wild ghost. His expression became much colder and colder than when he faced Aunt Ji in Shuijing Bay, and was similar to the temperature of the clear stream beside him.

Riding the evening breeze, I leisurely arrived at a barren mountain five miles south of Shuijing Bay. This barren mountain was in ruins, but it also had a coolness that was not found in ordinary places. The surrounding hills were full of green trees, and under the moonlight

It emits a strange brilliance, and the fireflies with their tails emitting crystal green light dance wildly in the forest, like the cigarette in his mouth.

The uncle stood halfway up the barren mountain, squatting casually on a stone platform, taking a deep breath of cigarette, letting the flame of the cigarette end shine as brightly as possible, and looking at the moon in the sky with an expressionless face.

Everyone knows that the most beautiful moon goddess in the sky and on earth lives on the moon, so when looking at the moon, they often miss the beauty who lives in their hearts. But the uncle didn’t know what he was thinking about, so he put out his half-smoked cigarette,

He silently took out another cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked it one puff at a time.

The crescent moon is rising, the moonlight is getting richer, and the cigarette in his mouth is half burned.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the field, and a figure emerged from the lush shrubs in front.

But when it completely walked out of the shadows and walked in, it was revealed that it was a skeleton.

A walking skeleton.

Although the bones are lean but slender, and it can be seen from the bone structure, this is a female skeleton. In her hand, she also holds a bone knife that is as white as her body. The reflection on her body under the moonlight

With a dizzy pallor.

She walked towards her uncle, and the leaves and branches hanging on her skeleton continued to fall from her body as she walked.

This body, which is enough to make people scream in terror, stands clearly under the desolate slope, looking up at the middle-aged man sitting on the desolate slope.

The uncle looked calm.

The skeleton raised his hand and swung the knife, slashing the rock beside him until it sounded like a pipa. The perfect control of the knife and the mastery of strength made the sound of the strike have the frequency and tone of human language.

"When will you take revenge?"

The uncle lowered his head and looked at the skeleton, which seemed to be angry due to impatience, and calmed down.

He took a deep breath from his cigarette. He looked slovenly but did not seem to have any physical condition. He suddenly began to cough violently, and there was some unknown weakness and despair in his coughing voice.

After coughing, the uncle said with difficulty in a slightly choked voice: "The time... is not ripe."

The skeleton stomped his feet angrily, slashed with his knife, and said: "The time is not yet ripe? How long do I have to wait? How long can I stay in this state? Can I still see the day when they die? My surname is Shu.

Let me tell you, I saved you because I loved you, but I never thought that I would die because of you. This is what you owe me! You promised that I would go back for revenge. It has been thirteen years, and I will never die again.

In two years, I will be completely reduced to withered bones. Have you forgotten what you promised back then? Have you forgotten everything they did?!"

"I haven't forgotten. Don't worry. I haven't forgotten. I will never forget in this life."

The uncle lowered his eyebrows and looked slightly humble, just like himself when the incident happened. Finally, he slowly lowered his eyelids and said, "The timing is my timing. You also know that it takes time for me to recover from my injuries, and it also takes time for me to become stronger.

It takes time for me to prepare some things. Now, I don’t have much time. The original plan was to go there soon, but I didn’t expect to encounter some other things. After I finish solving the things, I will go and fulfill my duties.

promise.”

The skeleton waved his sword sharply: "What on earth is more important than this?"

The uncle cracked his mouth and smiled, "I haven't done many good things in my life, so let me try this last one. Otherwise, I will come to the world with nothing and leave with nothing, leaving nothing behind.

I didn’t donate anything, which is really sad.”

The uncle took the last puff of the cigarette and blew it gently. The cigarette butt in his mouth turned into a stream of white smoke and flew towards the skeleton. The white smoke was like a gentle hand, surrounding the skeleton and gently stroking her.

She was left with only a skeleton, no organs and tissues, and naturally no tear glands, but every inch of her bones was trembling, and the uncle knew that she was crying.

"Don't cry." The uncle's voice was as gentle as breathing in his ears, "Soon, I will be with you. Before I come to accompany you again, I will definitely finish what I need to do, and I will pay you what I owe you, and others

I will definitely take back whatever you owe me, no matter if she is my sister or not, no matter if these beasts are bullshit... the three great divine sects."

Suddenly a strong wind howled in the mountains and fields.
Chapter completed!