As quickly as it came, it left just as quickly. The black shadow seemed to be just a test, not murderous. Wu Ming was surprised. When he was guessing the identity of this person, someone was called inside.
"You can come in!" Xiao Yu'er shouted.
Wu Ming entered the room and saw his boss sweating profusely, sitting on a stool exhausted, and groaned: "Wu Ming, remember your promise, I'm exhausted."
Wu Ming was overjoyed and asked: "Is she okay?"
The boss's mouth was filled with cracked yellow teeth and he said angrily: "It's early, it's good to be able to save a life. It's okay for now."
"Is everything okay for now?" Wu Ming asked in shock.
Xiao Yu'er explained: "Sister's injury is too serious. Although Snow Lotus Seed is known as the living dead with flesh and white bones, it is not a fairy medicine after all. It can only retain a breath of life temporarily. Whether it can recover depends on his luck."
Wu Ming's face changed slightly and asked: "Then will her martial arts become useless in the future?"
Xiao Yu'er nodded sadly, said nothing, picked up the basin and went to the back room. The boss leaned back on the chair, shook his head and said: "What a good seedling, what a pity, what a pity!"
Wu Ming's heart moved slightly and he said amusedly: "The boss seems to have something to say?"
The grocery store owner sighed, stared at Wu Ming's face, looked left and right, until Wu Ming frowned, and then said: "Are you interested in becoming a disciple? Of course, you can also help me."
With a slight tremor in his heart, Wu Ming remembered what Heiying had just said.
"Don't make disciples..."
With the words still in his ears, Wu Ming secretly wondered what a disciple was. The boss seemed to know what Wu Ming was thinking, and said with a smile: "Actually, disciple is just a name for an adventurer. It only helps people like me complete tasks."
Wu Ming stared at his boss's yellow teeth and curled up the corners of his mouth.
The boss couldn't stand Wu Ming's expression and laughed dryly: "Of course, becoming a disciple is a promising thing, but at the same time, it is also a very dangerous thing."
"How dangerous is it?" Wu Ming said calmly.
The boss thanked him, sat up straight, and counted on his fingers: "Let's put it this way, if ten people complete the task, only a few will survive."
"How many?" Wu Ming asked.
The boss smiled and said: "It seems that there is less than one."
"What, a mission of narrow escape!" Wu Ming said in shock, "Then who will become a disciple?"
The boss smiled and said: "You don't understand this. Although being a disciple is dangerous, the rewards are not ordinary. Anyone who can survive being a disciple will have a huge difference in strength. Of course, it depends on whether you have the ability.
Already."
"Are there many disciples in the world?" Wu Ming asked a key question.
The boss opened his fingers again and counted: "One, two, three, four,..."
After several fingers were used up, the boss rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "In ten years, you are the first disciple with potential."
Wu Ming finally understood why the shadow told him not to become a disciple. First of all, the conditions for becoming a disciple were extremely harsh, and those who could become a disciple were very strong. Like Wu Ming, he could almost walk sideways in Shanghai City now. Secondly, being a disciple would lead to a narrow escape from death.
Who would risk death even if he has such good conditions? Unless he is a fool and wants to risk death?
The boss looked at the beam, and there were spiders on the beam. The whole room was filled with desolation, filling the space. Wu Ming turned his head and looked around, his eyes flashed. There was a sword hanging on the wall. This sword was his first time.
He discovered it as soon as he came, but what surprised him this time was not the sword itself, but the text symbols on the Cambridge, which were exactly the same as the picture given by the boss.
Wu Ming is inextricably linked to these mysterious words. The first improvement in strength was when he absorbed the mysterious power of Ding Ziyi's heirloom on the ship - the intruder. The second time he saw the centaur in the underground cave
The monster also has invaders. His physical fitness improved drastically because he absorbed the invaders.
Somehow, the intruder formed an indissoluble bond with him.
The boss smiled and said: "Did you see that sword?"
Wu Ming nodded, and the boss stood up, picked up the sharp sword on the wall, and pulled out the blade. He heard a jingle, the sound was extremely pleasant, and the temperature of the whole room dropped, as if the air conditioner was turned on, and it became cooler.
Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly and he praised: "What a sword!"
The boss smiled proudly and said: "This sword was given to me by a disciple."
Shocked, Wu Ming said: "Disciple?"
The boss smiled and said: "Yes, this man was a disciple twenty years ago, and he was also the first person to complete the task in a hundred years. His strength was the same as yours at the beginning, but after he comes back, he cannot be the same."
"What do you think of my strength?" Wu Ming pondered.
The boss laughed and said: "Boy, don't think of me as a fool. I have seen countless strong people and saved more strong people than you have ever seen. Don't look at me with shocked eyes yet. I can
Let me tell you directly, if I hadn’t discovered that you had a special constitution, I wouldn’t have saved you.”
"Sure enough," Wu Ming said with a smile, "you are not an ordinary person."
The boss waved his hand and sighed: "I am just an ordinary person. I am an old bastard waiting to die in Shanghai City. I have been living with Xiao Yu'er for ten years. Hey, I haven't met a master for a long time, so I suddenly want to save you. But do you think
I have a purpose, but that would be wrong. I want nothing from you, and even if I ask for something, you can't possibly meet my requirements."
The boss's words were very light, but the contempt revealed made Wu Ming extremely unhappy.
However, Wu Ming was very human and knew that the other party was trying to provoke him, so he said: "You exposed so much just because you want me to be your disciple and do things for you, but at least you have to show sincerity."
"It's refreshing," the boss said with a smile, "I like it. In fact, what I asked you to do is also for her own good."
The boss pointed at the unconscious Wu Qing'er and said: "The medicinal power of the snow lotus seeds can only protect her from anger. She can barely survive after my golden needles, but it will be difficult to practice martial arts in the future."
The boss's implication is very clear. Wu Qing'er is considered useless. With Wu Qing'er's strength and status, he has offended too many people in recent years. Even Wu Jialing has many opponents. You can imagine what the enemy will do if they know that Wu Qing'er's martial arts skills are completely useless.
What kind of revenge? Especially Wu Qing'er's appearance is already very famous in the entire warrior world. There is no guarantee that Wu Jialing will marry other forces for profit, and Wu Qing'er is the bargaining chip. Because some forces mentioned it a few years ago, but Wu Qing'er kicked it out.
But now that Wu Qing'er has no martial arts, he has lost most of his value.
Thinking of this, Wu Ming knew that the boss had already decided on him.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Wu Ming asked.
The boss smiled and said: "Actually, it's not a big deal. I want it!"
Wu Ming saw the unabashed greed shown by his boss as he looked at the beads on the painting, and said: "Time and place."
The boss shook his head and said, "I don't know, everything depends on you."
Wu Ming lost his voice and said: "I don't know anything, how can I find it? Aren't you kidding me?"
"Are you kidding me?" The boss sighed, "Look at me now, half-dead. I spent a month's energy on your little woman and spent two months unable to save people. I lost my life."
You have lost your source of living, can you afford to pay for it?"
Wu Ming said helplessly: "Do you have to have some clues?"
The boss raised his eyebrows and thought: "It's not impossible, but it may require a little patience and a lack of ethics."
"Don't talk nonsense."
"Follow the symbols."
"that's all?"
The boss nodded and said: "That's it."
Wu Ming sighed and said: "Isn't it said that there is a moral deficiency?"
"Yes, your current performance is not only morally deficient, but also IQ deficient."
Wu Ming stared at the boss with a sneer, as if he wanted to shock him with his cold gaze. Unfortunately, the boss's nose-picking gesture was so cool, and the smell of his whole body was so stinky that even Wu Ming, who was strong-willed, couldn't stand it.
"Okay, I'll try." Wu Ming compromised.
Hanging the sword on the wall, the grocery store owner walked towards the back room: "Think about it, it is very dangerous after all. Oh, I'll take a shower first, it's been two months..."
Wu Ming looked at Wu Qing'er who was unconscious and sighed: "It looks like we are going."
Wu Qing'er suddenly opened her eyes. Wu Ming was stunned and said happily: "You're awake!"
Looking away, Wu Qing'er remained silent for a long time, pushed away Wu Ming's help, stood up with difficulty, and walked towards the door, ignoring Wu Ming's call. However, when he reached the door, he felt dizzy and fell down.
The moment she landed, a strong arm hugged her. Wu Qing'er closed her eyes, but she couldn't help but shed tears.
"Did you hear what the boss said?" Wu Ming said seriously, "Your martial arts..."
Wu Qing'er shook her head and said, "Don't become a disciple. Promise me you won't go."
Wu Ming fell silent.
Wu Qing'er advised: "It doesn't matter how good my martial arts are. I won't be able to become an ordinary person in the future. But you are different. You still have a good future. The disciples narrowly escaped death..."
"Isn't there another life? There will always be people living and people dying." Wu Ming said calmly, "It doesn't matter, I know what I am doing. This is not for you, but for myself. I am too weak, you see.
Tonight I was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by the masters of the Ding family, and I was unable to fight back. This is not my style. I must find my place. Being a disciple can quickly improve your strength. I am just helping you by the way, so you don't need to take it to heart.
"
Wu Qing'er just shook her head and shed tears. Tonight, she shed a lifetime of tears just for the man in front of her.
"Fool, don't you believe me?" Wu Ming said with a smile, "If I can't even be a disciple, how can I be on my own in the future? Don't worry, I will be fine."
"Wu Ming, please don't go, okay?" Wu Qing'er suddenly hugged Wu Ming tightly, so tired that her clothes were wrinkled, and her snow-white arms looked even paler.
Wu Ming was silent. He didn't know why he liked silence tonight. In the current situation, silence is the best answer.
"Promise me not to go, I won't allow anything to happen." Wu Qing'er said softly.
Wu Ming pushed Wu Qing'er away and chuckled: "Have a good rest. Tomorrow will be different."
Wu Qing'er shook her head and shed tears, and murmured: "You will die. I know about the disciples. Disciples are not something you can do."
"Have you heard of it?" Wu Ming said in surprise.
Wu Qing'er nodded and said: "I heard the old man say that being a disciple means giving one's life. Once you become a disciple, it will be no longer up to you."
"Have you thought about it?" The boss's voice came at this time.
The boss walked in and said, "Why are you so stupid?"
Wu Qing'er glared at the boss angrily and said in a cold voice: "I don't allow Wu Ming to be a disciple, and you don't need to pay Wu Ming's attention."
The boss said innocently: "He did it voluntarily. By the way, Wu Ming, I remember a piece of information that may be helpful to you."
"What?" Wu Ming helped Wu Qing'er sit on the chair and said calmly, "Don't talk nonsense."
The boss chuckled and said: "It's definitely not nonsense, this news is definitely useful. It is said that our target is related to the Nalan family..."
"Nalan family?" Wu Ming's eyes flashed, and the map on Ding Ziyi's body appeared in his mind.
