The old Taoist priest didn't pay attention and blurted out what was in his heart.
Taoist Ziyin had just tried his best to be as eloquent as possible and project a gentle and kind image, with the clear goal of winning Xie Changyuan's favor.
However, he didn't expect that Xie Changyuan was so high-minded that he actually looked down on the magic weapon he threw out. The old man himself had a bad temper, and he had a fickle character, and he couldn't hold back the next moment and burst out what was in his heart.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Master Ziyin was startled. He subconsciously covered his old mouth and laughed dryly at Xie Changyuan.
He said kindly, "I only have these in my hands. If the donor dislikes them, you might as well tell me what you want and I will try my best to satisfy you."
Xie Changyuan looked unconcerned, as if he didn't hear the curse words the old Taoist just said.
He thought for a moment and thought about the old Taoist priest's ability to appear and disappear. Even Luo Lie, who was in the Martial God realm, was killed by him. He must have a good set of movement skills.
"Can Taoist Master teach me your Qing Kung Fu?" Xie Changyuan got straight to the point.
Xie Changyuan's physical body is strong, and his power and speed are much higher than ordinary people. However, after fighting against the Martial God Realm, he has repeatedly suffered losses in the opponent's ability to walk through the air. Obviously, no matter how fast his physical body explodes, he cannot keep up with these practitioners who are flying and escaping from the earth.
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It would be of great benefit to Xie Changyuan if he could obtain the Qinggong movement technique of Master Ziyin. Even if the speed was not concerned, there would be a big difference in the contrast between the movement and stillness of the two.
Xie Changyuan burst out with physical strength and moved, flying sand and rocks at every turn, making it impossible to hide his movements. If he could come and go as quietly as the old Taoist priest, the next journey might be easier.
Upon hearing Xie Changyuan's request, Master Ziyin pondered for a moment, his white eyebrows slightly wrinkled.
"Pindao's Qinggong is a Taoist sect. You can't learn it without the foundation of Qi refining, and you are not a disciple of the sect. You don't have the right to learn it. If you really want it, you can first join my sect and become my disciple.
I can open up the meridians for you and practice this method."
The old Taoist priest spoke very seriously and his expression was very serious, but in fact he was still thinking about the calculation in his heart.
He is not in a good condition now. If he wants to go south to Tianbao City, he needs a bodyguard. The reason why he released a row of immortal soldiers just now is just to increase his favorability, hoping that Xie Changyuan can change his mind and let him go.
As for his Qing Kung, he didn't want to give it away easily. After all, it was the Taoist's ultimate Qing Kung, and it couldn't be passed on casually.
However, Xie Changyuan shook his head directly. He had no talent for refining qi, and the meridians throughout his body had already been smelted by him. This was an irreversible situation that could not be changed even if he escaped into the Taoist sect.
However, that Qing Kung Fu is indeed worthy of study. Based on his record of improving Junquan dozens of times, he may not be able to improve this Taoist Kung Fu to suit him.
"I won't join your Taoism, and I can't travel with you. Now I just want your Qinggong. And it's you who said that if you eat two roasted cassava from me, I will pay you back. A monk will not lie."
Xie Changyuan looked down at the old Taoist with an expressionless face. He was not a fool. He knew that the old Taoist had just painted a pie for him and that his words of worshiping him as his disciple were not sincere. In fact, he wanted to keep him by his side as a bodyguard.
If it had been anyone else, Xie Changyuan would have slapped him away, but he was indeed covetous of the old Taoist priest's Qinggong, and he had the intention of not giving up until he succeeded.
Hearing this, the old Taoist priest's hot temper was also ignited. His old face sank and he scolded Xie Changyuan.
"Young people should not be too arrogant."
"How can I be called a young man if I'm not angry?"
"Then you plan to rob?"
"Yes, robbery! Hand over the secret book."
After finishing speaking, Xie Changyuan suddenly took out a butcher's knife from behind and placed it on Master Ziyin's neck without warning.
He was condescending, with cold eyes, almost glaring at Master Ziyin through his nostrils, and there was a domineering tone in his words.
The old Taoist priest's face froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the butcher's knife on his neck.
After so many years of practicing Taoism, this was the first time that a butcher's knife was held to his neck.
Master Ziyin felt a little regretful and thought about why he wanted to increase his favorability. Although he wanted to recruit Xie Changyuan to form a group and tried his best to create an image of a gentle and mellow old Taoist priest, he shot himself in the foot before he even thought about it.
The words he spoke could not be taken back, and the cold butcher's knife was placed on his neck. Seeing Xie Changyuan show his true strength, and because he was not in good condition and was afraid of the other party's powerlessness, the old Taoist priest suddenly became frightened.
"Can you still talk properly?" He forced a smile.
Xie Changyuan shook his head: "This is robbery."
The old Taoist priest continued, "Why is this happening, donor?"
Xie Changyuan raised his voice slightly, "I'll give you even half a copper to help you. I called you for help when my life was on the line, but you didn't show up. Now you're here to trick me into forming a group with you? And it all depends on you today,
If you hadn't gotten into the carriage, none of these people would have died. Your enlightenment mantra can move others, but it can't move me!"
Xie Changyuan scolded Master Ziyin, almost without giving him any face.
Indeed, the old Taoist panicked and hid in the carriage, which triggered a series of battles today. It is impossible to say that the deaths of everyone in the Zhengxing Escort Bureau had nothing to do with him.
After hearing this, Master Ziyin knew that he was in the wrong and had a butcher's knife on his neck. In the end, he shook his head and sighed, and finally compromised.
Ask yourself, is he really not ashamed at all? That's impossible, and for Xie Changyuan, he does have the element of deception, which has already violated the rules.
"You have killed people from the Twelve Divine Palaces, and you can only get shelter by going to Tianbao City." Master Ziyin finally persuaded.
But Xie Changyuan seemed not to hear anything, and the hand holding the knife slightly increased its strength.
The old Taoist priest immediately took out a jade slip from his arms.
"This skill is called Tiyun Gong. It is the ultimate light skill of our Taoist sect. If you master it, you can step hundreds of feet without touching the ground."
The jade slips are made of excellent material and are warm to the touch. If you look closely, you will see that there are densely engraved words on them, which record the practice method of Tiyun Gong.
Xie Changyuan took the jade pendant and seemed not to be satisfied yet. He turned to look at the several immortal weapons floating in the air, put them all away, and wrapped them tightly in a piece of linen cloth.
Seeing this scene, the old Taoist priest was stunned and the corner of his mouth twitched again.
"Good guy, it's so dark!" the old Taoist priest cursed in his heart.
But he soon felt relieved. After all, he had received a meal from Xie Changyuan, and the other party also solved a big problem for him. It was only natural to give him something. It was a pity that he could not take Xie Changyuan with him to Tianbao City.
He asked unwillingly, "You really don't want to go?"
Xie Changyuan didn't even raise his head, and tied the linen cloth quickly with one hand.
"Whether I go or not is my business, but I have to take care of you along the way. I don't want to."
The sentence was concise and clear, and the old Taoist priest shook his head helplessly.
But looking back, he found that Xie Changyuan's words were full of disgust, as if he was just an old loser who needed others to take care of him. At that moment, Wu Mingkar got angry, and he pointed at Xie Changyuan and wanted to curse him.
But as soon as the curse words came to his lips, seeing the butcher's knife on Xie Changyuan's waist, Master Ziyin held it in for a long time, and finally just said one sentence.
"Good boy, you and I meet in the mountains and rivers!"
After finishing speaking, the old Taoist priest walked away, leaving behind an angry figure and quickly left the sight.
On the same spot, Xie Changyuan raised his head and glanced at the direction the old Taoist priest had left, thoughtful in his heart, but said nothing.