"Huh?" When Zhu Yu heard Zhang Tong's words, he stood up from his chair and said, "Old guy? Where did he come from..."
Zhu Yu narrowed his eyes midway through his words.
At the entrance of the small courtyard, an old guy in gray robe slowly walked in with his sleeves folded and his back bent.
This old guy... has very dark skin, is blind in his left eye, and has a disgusting sarcoma growing out of his left eye. At first glance, he looks like a low-class person.
However, this old guy still walked in all directions, like a crab, which made people feel ridiculous.
Zhuyu narrowed his eyes, sat back on the chair, and looked at the other party with interest.
When the old guy raised his head and saw Zhuyu, he was slightly stunned. Zhuyu chuckled and said, "You must have gone the wrong way, old guy!"
"Uh," the old guy was stunned and looked Zhuyu up and down. Zhuyu jumped up from his chair and said, "What the hell are you looking at? Didn't you see that I am meditating? You don't even want to ask where this place is.
Do you believe that I will crush your old bones to death?"
The old man looked at Zhu Yu blankly, and after a long while, he said: "I...I came from the residence of the thirty-fifth young master."
"I don't care where you come from, eh...Zhu Sanwu...what, are you using that little bastard to crush me? That little bastard was hung up by me and beaten into a bastard. Why, are you here to die?"
…”
The old man smiled strangely and said, "Are you Zhu Erqi?"
Zhu Yu nodded and said, "As long as you know, tell me what you have to say!"
"Hey, what if I say I'm here to kill you?"
"ah……"
Zhu Yu was startled and quickly retreated.
His consciousness spread out and locked onto the other person firmly. His heart suddenly sank. He found that he could not spy on this person's cultivation level.
"Zhu Qian, Uncle Qian, where did you die..." Zhu Yu said loudly, half truthfully and half for show.
"Huang Banya, this guy may be a master, what should we do now?"
Zhang Tong grinned and said: "Not bad, you performed very well just now. With that feeling of bullying the weak and fearing the strong, do you feel that your secret realm is moving forward?"
Zhu Yu frowned slightly, he vaguely felt that he was "true and false", "false and true", "seeking in danger", and the secret realm of "rolling in the world of mortals" was really loose.
Especially in the secret realm of "seeking out of danger", Zhuyu could clearly feel that he had rushed forward a lot, and a steady stream of insights was pouring into his sea of consciousness.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! Hold on tight now, Zhu Qian has gone out. You try to hold on steady first. Didn't you say yesterday that a dandy would act according to the wind, bully the weak and fear the strong, and if he wants to be an overlord, he should also pretend to be a grandson?
Today's opportunity has come, give it a try. If it doesn't work, you have to find the right opportunity to take action. Only by playing a trick can you have a chance of winning, right?" Zhang Tong's voice sounded again, his voice full of emotion.
The meaning of bewitching.
Zhu Yu calmed down. Following the feeling just now, a smile appeared on his face. He said: "Okay, old guy, don't scare me! This is the general's mansion. There is no room for people to use swords and guns. I call you senior, you
Sit, sit. Let’s talk?”
Zhu Yu gave up his seat to the old guy, turned around and shouted: "Sun Xiaotong, Sun Xiaotong, we have a distinguished guest, please give me the Immortal Tea!"
A head appeared in the main room. The girl in green shirt gave Zhu Yu a blank look and was about to curse.
Zhu Yu jumped up and said: "What are you looking at? Come to Xianming quickly, is it possible that I have to do this? I tell you, my uncle Qian is not here, if he is here, you still dare to rub your nose with me like this
On your face?"
When Zhu Qian was mentioned, Sun Xiaotong was obviously a little scared.
Her current identity is that of a maid, and Zhu Qian has set rules for her. Zhu Yu treats her with pity, but Zhu Qian does not.
This fourth-class retainer had his own way of taming his servants. At least when Zhu Qian was away, Sun Xiaotong did not dare to be arrogant towards Zhu Yu.
After two cups of immortal tea were served, Zhu Yu touched his face with his hand. He felt that the old guy had been staring at him, which made him a little uncomfortable.
"Old guy, come on, have a drink. You're a guest here. If you really want to do it, why don't you taste my fairy tea first?"
The old man in gray robe chuckled and said, "You want to take advantage of my relaxation to attack me?"
Before Zhu Yu could reply, the old man in gray robe took a careful sip of the fairy tea, smacked his lips and said, "You are really a young man, this should be the top-quality cave top fairy tea, right?"
Zhu Yu held out a thumb, laughed, and said: "You have some discernment, yes, it's the Cavetop Immortal Tea, one to two to ten thousand crystal stones, how about it, it tastes good, right?"
"Not bad!" The old man nodded, "But can a cup of tea change a life?"
"Old guy, why don't you take one life and two lives? I didn't even kill Zhu Sanwu. I beat him up, and you come and kill me. Could it be that you are the mother surnamed Dong who got out of here?
Our quilt? Do you have to be so stubborn?
Kill me in the General's Mansion, and if I die, you will die too!" Zhu Yu said.
The old guy was stunned for a moment, a strange smile appeared on his face, and his one eye looking at the squid was even more interesting.
"Let me tell you this, I also know that Zhu Xiazi's descendants are divided into three, six, and nine grades in the General's Mansion. Zhu Thirty-five has a tender mother who can fuck with that old pervert Zhu Xiazi every day.
The quilt warms the bed, so even though Zhu Sanwu is a piece of shit, he can still fight against others.
Look at me again, I am also a descendant of Zhu Xiazi. I have never seen what Zhu Xiazi looks like since I was a child..."
"Have you never seen Blind Zhu's appearance?" The one-eyed old man interrupted Zhu Yu's words, and an invisible murderous intent filled the air.
"I've seen it and forgot about it! Isn't it just a one-eyed thing..."
Zhu Yu's voice suddenly stopped, his eyes were fixed on the one-eyed dragon in front of him, and a cold air went straight from his back to his forehead.
He is a fake and only inherits a small part of the host's consciousness. How do you know if the host has seen Zhu Liba?
Zhu Liba was a one-eyed dragon. He was called Blind Zhu only after Zhu Yu. Could it be that the man in front of him was Blind Zhu?
Are there still a few one-eyed dragons in the general's mansion?
"Huang Banya, what should I do?"
Zhang Tong hid behind the gate of the mortal world and said with a grin: "Two ways. The first is to pee your shit immediately. If you can't pull it out, I can help you. The other way is to hold on tight and be a person who is not afraid of heaven and earth."
You dandy who is not afraid, can you hold on?"
Countless thoughts flashed through Zhu Yu's mind, and he instantly understood that Zhang Tong's yellow teeth had struck him, and this old guy was most likely Zhu Liba.
Zhu Yu now longs for Zhang Tong's Immortal Banban, but he still won't be able to pee like shit, and he won't be able to practice the dandy skill of being incontinent.
But it is difficult to hold on tightly.
He is a fake...
If you are exposed, how can you escape in front of a powerful person at the peak of Yihua Shen?
"Xiaoyu, let me help you with some soul power." Old Man Qingming's voice sounded. The next moment, Zhuyu felt a strange power filling his sea of consciousness, and his messy mind was instantly settled.
Calm down your mood in the blink of an eye.
Zhu Yu's eyes did not change, still staring at the one-eyed dragon in front of him, and said: "Are you Blind Zhu?"
The one-eyed old man chuckled and said, "There is only one one-eyed dragon in the General's Mansion, what do you think?"
After Zhu Liba said this, he stared at Zhu Yu. He wanted to see how his son, who had been incompetent since childhood, could still torture him.
He Zhu Liba stomped his feet and the ground in Xichu shook. He was right in front of Zhu Yu. He was a murderous butcher, a peak-level powerhouse who transformed into gods. He killed people like chickens. Zhu Xiazi's name was mentioned in the country for hundreds of thousands of miles.
, children dare not cry, heroes turn into bears.
What to do with squid?
What else can we do? Just "find something in danger"!
Zhu Yu overturned the table in front of him with one hand, stepped on the recliner with one foot, and said: "Fuck you? You are blind Zhu, why are you still pretending to be a ghost? Look at you like this, blind and hunched, with hands and sleeves like
Country boy, what are you pretending to be?
Are you here to recognize this cheap son of mine? Do you want us to give you a hug, and then the two of us can hold our heads and cry together? I’m so fucking full, I haven’t seen you for more than 40 years, you fucking
Why did mom come here today?
It’s a great time, if you don’t get out of bed with those women who are behind you and come to my place like a slut, are you telling me that you are Blind Man Zhu?”
Zhu Liba stood up and stared blankly at the squid. He, Zhu Liba, had dominated the world all his life and was not afraid of anything. When the Chu Immortal Emperor was young, he dared to kill others.
He has seen many people who are not afraid of death, but he has only seen people who are not afraid of death like Zhuyu.
Even though he has many sons, more than forty children, who wouldn't tremble all over, tremble, and dare not breathe when they see him? This twenty-seven is really a fucking alien.
"Haha..." Zhu Liba smiled instead of being angry. He has been a brave martial artist since he was a child, and he doesn't know how to do that.
He doesn't like to fight with others if he doesn't like them, so why bother? It's better to simply "click!" and chop off their heads.
He also naturally dislikes those cowardly bastards, who carry one head on two shoulders, who the hell is afraid of?
Zhu Liba laughed so hard that he burst into tears.
The cold sweat on Zhu Yu's back has already soaked his clothes. "Begging for danger amidst danger" is really a blessing amidst danger.
A steady stream of insights filled his sea of consciousness, a flash of inspiration, a specious, vague feeling of the great road growing in his heart?
What joy is there in life? What pain is there in death? Born in a general's family, he has been motherless since he was a child. To outsiders, he looks like a tiger son of a general, but in fact he is lonely and alone, worse than a weed.
If Zhu Qian hadn't defended him with death many times, Zhu Yu would have died long ago.
He started cultivating since he was a child, with ordinary qualifications, short clothes, little food, and lack of resources. Later, he entered the Qianxue Sect and was assassinated and narrowly escaped death.
Later, it moved through several sects, until Wanxuanmen was still busy.
If this host hadn't benefited from the cultivation of Zhu Yu's body and changed his destiny, I don't know where he is now, and he might have died.
Human life is as cheap as a dog. Ordinary people cannot achieve the right path. It is nothing more than death. There is life and death, and sooner or later it will be death. Isn’t death just a scar as big as a bowl?
The sudden realization made Zhu Yu's only fear disappear in an instant. He was no longer afraid of death, but was he still afraid of a one-eyed dragon with a hunchback?
At this moment, Zhuyu touches the secret of the three thousand avenues of life and death...