"Okay, Zhong Ming, please go out first." After Taoist Huo got angry, he waved his hand towards Zhong Ming.
"Disciple, I obey." Zhong Ming lowered his head, glanced at Zhang Chaozong bitterly, and then left Taoist Huo's quiet room.
Seeing Zhong Ming leave, Taoist Huo's expression softened a little. In fact, the reason why he was so angry today was not simply to avenge Zhang Chaozong, but because the alchemy was not going well these days, so he blamed Zhong Ming for his bad luck.
It can be said that Zhang Chaozong's incident was just an introduction. More importantly, Taoist Huo himself needed a punching bag to vent his frustration. As a result, Zhong Ming happened to come to his door and became Taoist Huo's punching bag. If not, it was simply because he was a handyman.
As a disciple, Taoist Huo would definitely not be so angry at Zhong Ming.
"Chaozong, since you have practiced the Green Fire Glazed True Technique, you can no longer change the technique. This technique has a characteristic. Once you have developed spiritual power, you cannot change to other techniques. However, although it is difficult to practice,
The Green Fire Glazed True Technique is indeed a peerless skill, and it is extremely powerful when practiced to a certain stage. You have deep blessings, maybe you can really achieve something." Taoist Huo sighed and said.
When Zhang Chaozong heard what Taoist Huo said, he almost cried. Go ahead and lie to ghosts by saying "you have deep blessings and may be able to achieve something". This is obviously to make him mourn and submit. Zhang Chaozong stood numbly as if he had lost his soul.
There, I was speechless for a long time...
After coming out of Changchun Cave, Zhang Chaozong immediately figured out one thing. He had been given up by the Taoist Huo. Although the old bastard didn't say it clearly, his last sentence was very telling: "In the future, I will be in the medicine garden."
Practice hard, and if nothing happens, don't run to Changchun Cave, so as not to delay your practice."
Zhang Chaozong originally decided not to call Taoist Huo "Old Zamao" in the future, but he still couldn't hold it back. He felt that Taoist Huo, "Old Zamao" was really not a good bird. When he saw that he had no future, he immediately gave up.
I don't even know how to pretend.
Zhong Ming was standing outside Changchun Cave, with a rather gloomy expression. As soon as he saw Zhong Ming, Zhang Chaozong's first reaction was to pick up a stone and hit his grandson so hard that he couldn't even recognize him. However, this thought could only be kept in his mind.
Thinking about it, Zhang Chaozong knew very well that if he really wanted to take action, it would not be Zhong Ming who was beaten into a grandson, so it was better to keep the egg level for now.
"Senior brother." Zhang Chaozong suppressed the anger in his heart and said hello to Zhong Ming.
"Humph, although it is a shame for me to be called senior by the handyman, but no matter what, you, the wild duck, have flown onto the branch and become a decent bird. I will reluctantly accept you as my junior brother.
." Zhong Ming spoke in a strange voice, as if there was a handful of donkey dung stuffed in his throat.
"Thank you for your reluctance, senior brother. There are indeed many birds on this tree, some good birds and some bad birds. I think this bad bird will not end well in the end." Zhang Chaozong sneered and retorted.
Zhong Ming's face changed, but he couldn't get angry at the entrance of Changchun Cave, so he suppressed his anger and said gloatingly: "Junior brother has a very powerful mouth. I just don't know if he is as powerful when he is practicing. How about it? Peerless
Is the technique still easy to practice?"
Although Zhang Chaozong was relatively strong-willed, he was trembling with anger after hearing these words. He really wanted to take off his shoes and slap Zhong Ming on the face with the soles of his shoes. He expected that if the other person's face was slapped, it would look like a pig's butt.
It was definitely more pleasing to the eye than it is now. But although Zhang Chaozong was angry in his heart, he still didn't show it. He knew that the angrier he was, the prouder the other party would be, and he didn't want Zhong Ming to be proud.
"The Peerless Kung Fu is quite easy to practice. I don't worry about you, senior brother. I think senior brother should pay more attention to yourself. Otherwise, the blood marks on your face will leave scars, which will be bad." Zhang Chaozong touched his cheek slowly and deliberately.
Stimulating the bell.
When Zhong Ming heard this, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and he couldn't breathe evenly. He had always been proud of his handsome appearance, and even planned to name himself "Jade Face"
"Little Feilong". But now he was hit with a bloody mark, which really hurt from his face to his heart. Therefore, when Zhang Chaozong mentioned this, Zhong Ming suddenly showed his fierce look: "Junior brother, don't worry, no matter how deep the blood mark is, it will only be
It's just a scar, but if someone offends someone they shouldn't offend, it won't be easy to put their head back in place one day."
After Zhong Ming finished speaking, he laughed sinisterly a few times, trying to highlight the atmosphere. Not to mention, his smile was indeed very charming, just like seeing a bloody smiling face in a cemetery in the middle of the night, which was enough to make people around him laugh.
The temperature dropped several degrees. Zhang Chaozong was born as a handyman and was very good at observing people's emotions. One look in Zhong Ming's eyes and he knew that what he said was definitely not a joke. This guy might have murderous intentions.
"Senior Brother is right. I hope that Senior Brother's head can be securely placed on his neck. Junior Brother, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave." Zhang Chaozong glanced meaningfully at Zhong Ming's neck, said no more, and turned towards him.
Walk towards Qinggeng Peak.
Zhong Ming looked at Zhang Chaozong's back and sneered again and again. His eyes were like looking at a dead person.
After returning to Qinggeng Peak, Zhang Chaozong took a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his hand. To be honest, he was still very afraid of Zhong Ming. If that guy had done something just now, the consequences would have been disastrous. Fortunately,
Zhong Ming was wary of Taoist Huo, so he didn't dare to take action. However, Zhang Chaozong knew that the matter could not be settled like this. Since Zhong Ming had murderous intentions, he could not be kind.
However, Zhang Chaozong is not very afraid. He also has his support, which is Beiming Magic. Although he has never tried this magical skill before, he always feels that this skill is not simple. If Zhong Ming really does it, he will try it.
Although there is no absolute certainty that this magical skill can absorb Zhong Ming's spiritual power, at this point we can only take a gamble.
Zhang Chaozong continued to practice after returning to the medicine garden. He had already produced spiritual power in his body, and he could be regarded as a young monk at the first level of Qi refining stage. However, this weak spiritual power was not much stronger than that of a mortal. It was neither enough to perform anything.
His spells are not enough to activate the talisman. But no matter what, he can be regarded as a genuine immortal cultivator. According to the theory of Beiming Divine Art, he has the ability to cast spells and absorb the spiritual power of the monks in the Qi refining period.
In this way, Zhang Chaozong was guarding the medicine garden while concentrating on practicing. A month passed in the blink of an eye. What surprised Zhang Chaozong was that Zhong Ming didn't come to trouble him during this time. But the more this happened, the more vigilant he became.
According to observation, Zhong Ming does not look like a generous person, and it is impossible for him to take action.