After a moment of breathing, someone roughly used the water wave technique to douse him from beginning to end. It was not out of kindness, but because he was so smelly that it made him nauseous. Moreover, you can roughly judge the change in a person's expression by looking at his face clearly. As for being fooled by him.
The water wave technique was very clean, and not a single line of water was washed off the face, but the expression was probably clearly visible, and it was a standard look of shame and anger.
Hou Zi's thoughts were spinning rapidly in his mind, and he took advantage of the opportunity to take a breather to think about how to deal with it and escape from this situation.
There were four people in front of him. One was a big man with a red beard and a majestic figure. He was the one who kicked him and stepped him into the mud. It can be seen from his words that he was not good at scheming and straightforward. character.
There are three other people, one with a white face and no beard, one with a fat head and big ears, and one as thin as a bamboo pole. These four people almost cover several aspects of the human body shape, and I don’t know how they are put together.
It was the white-faced scholar who performed the water wave technique on him, but he was not sure if it was him who stopped the strong man from committing the crime?
The answer was soon revealed. The fat man smiled and said in a soft voice, "Brother, tell me why you came to our country for no reason? Don't say that you just got lost to see the scenery. This brother of mine has a bit of a bad temper. He is really moving. Come on, I can't stop you."
The timing of the fat man's opening was just after Hou Zi's breath had stabilized, which made him feel secretly worried. At least, this person was several levels higher than him and could easily see through the changes in his energy.
He was a man for the sword, and I was a fish. He really didn't expect such an undercover experience, but he was not a person who gave up easily.
He reluctantly stood up, moved his stiff limbs, and twisted his waist, just like a normal person would react in this situation. Then, he suddenly stood up and punched the majestic man!
The big man was not surprised, as if he had already known that he would do this. He stretched out his hand with ease, and caught his wrist.
"Hey, it's quite violent! This is not what a Taoist should do, it's too impulsive."
The big man stretched out his hand and turned around, and Hou Zi felt his body flying up involuntarily and falling heavily not far away. This guy's attack was not light, even with his muscles and bones, he couldn't withstand it.
The fat man was still calm and calm, "Okay, now that the fist has been released, this breath should be gone; we can tolerate you once, but we won't tolerate you a second time! Tell me clearly where you came from. If everything is true, you still have A chance to survive.”
The words were very straightforward and merciless; it is understandable to feel resentment after being stepped into the mud, but it is shameless to do it again and again!
Hou Tzu's face turned red and his neck was thick, with veins on his neck clearly visible. He clenched his fists tightly, looking like he wanted to choose someone to devour, but in the end he didn't make any more moves, but he didn't say a word in reply. Was this going to end with his strength?
The majestic man was a little impatient and was about to attack, but the fat man waved his hand.
"Wait a minute, our good friend is here, hide this guy first, and then we'll do this!"
This time, it was not the majestic man who made the move, but the thin bamboo pole who responded. In a flash, he appeared in front of Hou Zi. Before he could react, he pointed at him like a sword. He immediately felt that his feet and hands were weak, and he tried to move. When he fell, he was already carried by a bamboo pole and jumped up to a dense poplar tree. He found a branch to put down at a height of nearly ten feet from the ground.
Hou Tzu couldn't move, couldn't speak, and couldn't even fart, so he could only lie on the branch of a tree and watch what happened below.
I saw these four people hiding their bodies and lurking. Obviously, the word "good friends" is a question mark.
The origins of these people are unknown, but they must be cultivators from the country of Yan. But it is hard to say whether the practitioners from the country of Yan are demon sects. He regrets a little, and should stay in Liuyang for a while and do some research on the cultivation world of the country of Yan. Got it, that was sloppy.
The reason why I punched him just now was just for a gamble; if he were replaced by a person who came all the way to seek refuge, was resentful because of the unfairness of the Taoism, and was not broad-minded, would he immediately bow his head and beg for mercy?
Considering his past identity, his personality should be that of a narrow-minded, impulsive and irritable person who must retaliate for his anger!
Therefore, the punch must be delivered in order to fit his character; it is a normal person's mentality to not confess the truth immediately and to face him coldly several times.
Sneaking into the Demon Sect begins as soon as he steps into the poplar forest. Any carelessness will bring him disaster. From this moment on, he will forget the help given to him by Taoist Chongling, and his single-minded memories will deepen the relationship between the Taoist Sect and the Demon Sect. His injustice can appear more natural and reasonable.
Regardless of whether these people were disciples of the Demon Sect or thieves and bandits, he had to assume his own identity and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
Fortunately, his head was not screwed off.
...The branch of the tree he was standing on was ten feet high, even higher than the surrounding poplars, which allowed him to see farther. However, in summer, the leaves are thick and layered, so he can only see roughly, not truly.
He also wanted to know who the good friends mentioned by these murderous people were. Privately, he did not think that these people must be disciples of the Demon Sect. Although he knew little about the Demon Sect, he also saw some mainland China during the trip. Travel notes and idle books are not considered ignorant.
Just like there are many branches of Taoism, Demon Sect does not only refer to a certain sect. It generally refers to those schools or countries that act unscrupulously, do not prohibit killing in practice, have arbitrary styles, and have Taoist traditions that are outside the Tao Sect, which can be called Demon Sect. , or the Demonic Kingdom.
In fact, if we only talk about it from the perspective of practice, it can be called the Blood Transformation Sect, the Jade Bone Sect, the Heavenly Demon Sect, the Ghost Control Mountain, the Quanzhen Sect, the Zombie Tomb, etc. These are relatively famous, and there are also many little demons. There are countless sects.
The concepts of these schools of practice are different from those of Taoism, but the essence of practice is actually the same. They are artificially divided into Taoism and Demonism to show the difference. Of course, there is also Buddhism, which is another matter.
From a fair and objective perspective, you cannot say who is right or wrong? Who is righteous? Who is evil?
The history of cultivation is written by the victors. Whoever loses is the devil. It's as simple as that.
In Hou Zi's view, even a demon sect should be organized and disciplined, right? Even the hierarchy of superiors and subordinates is even stricter. Looking at the four people's gangster style, he was a little doubtful whether these were loose cultivators. ?
You must know that the casual cultivators in the Yan Kingdom are completely different from the casual cultivators in the Anhe Kingdom. Anyone who can survive here is ruthless and ruthless.
He was unable to move on the tree branch, and his perception was very limited due to his realm. The Qi-Entraining Monk theoretically had the most basic perception ability, but the problem was that he had only succeeded in entraining Qi for three days, and everything had not started yet.
Just when he was still thinking wildly, there was a sudden movement. When he felt the danger, he saw those good friends, surrounding him!
These bastards did not put him on a tree branch to hide out of kindness, but used him as a bait.
Exactly,
If the heart cannot be at peace, it will always be a demon, and the dense poplar forest will hold the rock. If you don't have the power of three thousand lines, what is the snake in the hill and the rat in the well?
