The projectile knocked the energy arrow into two pieces, and at the same time it was resisted and deviated from its original direction. The close missile instantly stirred up blood, and the clothes on Wang Man's shoulders turned red.
This is a magic bullet! Cast by a fourth-level spiritual archer, it is the so-called embodiment of speed and power. There is no shame in being defeated by the rapid kinetic energy pulse of magic energy.
This injury was nothing to Wang Man, but the shock it brought to his heart was extremely throbbing. The brief paralysis of his left shoulder missed a good opportunity to pursue; when Wang Man got up and jumped to the treetop, he found nothing.
He was caught, so he had to return to the ground in embarrassment.
"The master of the Hall of Spiritual Arrows... is weird." Wang Man looked at the injury and muttered to himself the origin of Jackson!
It was already late when we returned to the warehouse in the back mountain, and the old man could see Wang Man's injury at a glance.
"Boy, how did you get injured?" The old man walked up quickly, staring at the wound with his deep eyes, and then said: "Thunderbolt gun."
Wang Man was stunned. He had indeed heard this name during the previous fight. It was said by the mysterious man who escaped.
"Senior, how do you know?" Wang Man asked in surprise.
The old man seemed to give up. He thought for a moment and changed the topic with a smile. He just stretched out his hand and pointed a finger at the shoulder blade. Without saying a word, the injury had healed and no incomplete parts could be seen.
"Senior, someone was sneaking around in the woods at the back just now. The disciple went up to ask him and was injured like this. The disciple suspected that he was a student of the Spiritual Arrow Hall; it's just that the disciple has never met him."
"Boy, you can't make assumptions without seeing his true appearance, and you can't slander him easily. You can't determine his identity with a thunderbolt gun. You need to know that high-level magicians can use illusory attack forms."
Wang Man didn't know the hidden meaning of the old man's words, and after hearing it, he felt that it made sense. Looking back, he realized that there was no mysterious man using his moves openly and waiting for his identity to be revealed; perhaps he was misleading himself.
"Disciple realizes his mistake."
The old man stroked his unkempt beard and said with a relaxed expression: "Okay, okay, hurry up and pack your things and go back."
Go back? Well, the day after tomorrow is the martial arts competition, so it’s time to go back and prepare.
"Disciple, please go back and pack your luggage now. By the way, senior, won't you go and participate?"
"Haha, it's just that I don't want to participate in some little shrimp soldiers' play, so you can just go ahead."
For some reason, Wang Man felt that the old man was too powerful at this moment, so powerful that he had to live in seclusion in the mountains alone.
Wang Man walked a few steps and looked back at the old man. It happened that the old man was also looking at him with a complicated expression. In an instant, the old man's face became more serious, and then he shouted in a deep voice: "Go."
Wang Man walked away gloomily, feeling like an overturned five-flavor bottle in his heart. He felt that he was not a righteous and courageous hero. The old man's behavior looked exactly like the desolation of his mother Ji when he left Arenas.
Reluctantly, he continued walking and reached the warehouse hall; suddenly the old man behind him said: "Boy, maybe you..."
Wang Man turned around and turned back quickly, shouting from a distance of more than ten meters: "The disciple has no way to repay the kindness of the senior. Please allow the disciple to respectfully call the senior uncle; accept the gift of the disciple again."
The old man was speechless, and the joy on his face suddenly retracted. He stepped forward and stood in front of Wang Man. He was even more overjoyed. After so many years, someone finally recognized the existence of his master's identity. Even though he was a young man who didn't understand anything.
But it was enough to comfort the old man's long and bumpy life.
Wang Man also felt guilty. He turned around and interrupted the old man's words not to be rude. Perhaps the old man and the young man in the mountains understood each other's inner thoughts, or maybe the old man's words just now meant a hidden strategy.
In general, as a junior, Wang Man did this to prevent the old man from looking ugly; after kneeling down and performing the complicated and rigorous master ceremony, everyone was happy.
Wang Man happily went back to pack his bags. The old man sat alone outside the door, thinking a lot at this time.
I think back on those days when I was famous as a doctor in China, with a masterful hand in resurrecting the dead, a powerful inner-core trial potion, and spent my whole life pursuing a medical career; now I am already in my twilight years, and my reputation as a student is no longer as high as before, and I have no inheritance for my wonderful mystical skills. , I hate God even more for refuting those who have good intentions. If it weren’t for the student poisoning incident a hundred years ago, why would the old man be like this! If no one in the world is complacent, what’s the use of no matter how high or powerful the medicine is? Everything in the world has side effects. I just hate that greedy people ruined another unique skill of Shenzhou.
"Hey..." The old man lowered his head and sighed. He couldn't bear to leave his significant contribution to the history of medicine, and he couldn't bear to let this great achievement go to his grave with him.
That night, Wang Man fell asleep happily, but he didn't see the old man under the old tree outside the door, who was eloquent and skillful with his pen. On the stone steps was a brilliant "Picture of Beauty", with an ancient poem written in the narration; At the end, the old man closed the drawing paper and lay slumped under the old tree and vines; he looked up at the sky, feeling lonely...
The next day, Wang Man got up and there was no trace of the old man. When he walked outside the door, he was immediately attracted by the bright brocade silk.
Looking around, I couldn't help but call out to the old man loudly, but all I heard in response was the rustling of fallen leaves on the trees and the lingering sound of the quiet land.
When you open the brocade silk, you will see a breathtaking and exquisite picture of beauty that is unparalleled in the world. The three women in the picture are flattering and graceful. Sometimes they have outstanding beauty, sometimes they are as cold as icebergs, sometimes they are simple and unpretentious, and sometimes they move like lotus flowers. The whole painting has a A kind of meaning that does not eat the fireworks of the world.
Wang Man did not understand the meaning and had no time to appreciate the beauties in the painting. He only saw four ancient poems and had no idea what was written on them. The fonts were crooked and moved according to his heart. After staring at them for a long time, his posture changed. The changes continued, and finally became faster and faster, and the light inside glowed softly. Wang Man suddenly closed his eyes tightly, tears streaming down his face.
This is old French. People with low intelligence cannot see the clues at all. However, it seems that the font on it is not made recently. Instead, it is a letter wrapped in brocade. The words are simple and the meaning is shocking; at first glance, it is written by an old man. Handwriting.
Wang Man opened the letter carefully. This was the old man's true thoughts and arrangements:
"Young man, when you read this letter, you will never see me again; the laws of heaven are unpredictable and fate plays tricks on people; the glory of my life has been buried by the world, and I have no nostalgia for it. I only hate that my medicine skills have not been passed down. In future generations, it is even more gratifying that you have accepted me as your teacher. People like you who are neither greedy nor impetuous can control the vitality of the world. I have no regrets! I am not hiding from God's ridicule. I envy the freedom of young people. However, in the reincarnation of heaven, it’s time to face the saints and reflect on yourself. Boy, take a good look at the "Picture of Beauty". It contains my lifelong efforts, the right way of medicine, creation of the world and salvation of people, everything is in it, you must take good care of it, and there are The medicine warehouse in the secret room of the bunker, once you have some understanding, you will be able to open my energy lock. It is a treasure and a curse. Don't let others steal it. Remember, remember! - Meng Duo."
After reading this letter, Wang Man was extremely sad. He had never met him before. Did he mean that he was lucky or was he destined to be an old man? Although he didn’t know the old man’s background before, now he only had one name left; Meng Duo. This name became the second most important person in Wang Man’s heart.
Rodman's life enlightenment teacher!
Regardless of the emotional intersection, Wang Man still couldn't see what was strange about this picture. It was obviously just a picture. Where was the secret of refining medicine that Master Meng Duo said was hidden?
The drones in the sky have created a delicate airspace. The old man Meng Duo has disappeared without a trace. There is no other fun here. Out of respect for his seniors, Wang Man dropped the package and ran back and forth between the deep well and the compound.
It's getting late, and there are only two days left before the martial arts competition. Only when the warehouse is locked up and the water tank is overflowing can the simple and honest young people in the back mountains set off!
There is no doubt that the students of Shengwu Hall are the most accurate when it comes to grasping time; this conference carries the self-esteem and personality of the entire Shengwu Hall disciples.
As early as four years ago at the fellowship party, we had made a vow to each other, and the students in the hall were gearing up to win the title with a bang.
In the Lingyun Pavilion, Haotian is mobilizing. This session of the Holy Martial Hall can be said to be densely populated with talents. There are already three third-level martial artists. In a battle between a third-level martial artist and a fourth-level spiritual master, the odds of winning are 50-50. It can be said that this is
Shengwu Palace had waited for this opportunity for a full eight years. Of course, the price was the addition of first-level students from other schools.
After his speech, Haotian clapped his hands to encourage the students.
Nasus below looked sad and said that Wang Man would come, but it was already too late!
Haotian said solemnly: "Children, in two more morning bells, it will be the much-anticipated martial arts competition. After years of hard training, it is time to prove your strength to the academy. The initial number of places in our palace is determined to be five. Li Qing
, Nasus, and Kacik are the top three, and the remaining two are chosen by everyone's vote."
Speaking of voting, the following immediately fell into a dense murmur. Everyone, look at me and I look at you. Everyone wants to get this opportunity to get ahead, but how worried is it that they don’t want to recommend themselves and ruin the feeling in Enshi’s heart?
impression.
For a while, no one said a word, and each other tacitly understood each other but kept it secret. It lasted for a long time, but the remaining two people were not selected.
Everyone was frowning, and Haotian couldn't make a decision! It can be said that apart from those three people, there was no third-level martial artist. Haotian knew that the pressure of the martial arts competition was completely different from ordinary competitions. All contestants were fighting for glory and future.
No one will hold anything back. Haotian, who knows the approximate distribution of students' strength, will not let students with poor strength become the cornerstone of others' progress; this is the martial arts competition, an event that every master will be sad and brainstorming!
When looking at the whispers below and unable to choose, Haotian waved his hands and left angrily.
The departure of their mentor meant that the election had come to an end. The students were so frightened that they looked at each other for a long time before leaving unhappily.