Qian Yuan opened his eyes wide, vomited blood and died.
Seeing his former senior die in front of him, Mr. Storyteller didn't look good. He knew that this was a warning from his senior.
He let go early, but there was really no turning back.
The longer you live, the more you want to live.
He didn't want to die like this, he didn't want to die.
"Senior Qian, there is no turning back for this old man." After saying that, the storyteller turned around and left. It was not suitable to stay here for a long time. Qian Yuanyuan called him here this time, and he did not intend to eliminate this cancer in him.
Qian Kaiyuan died in the same room, could the murderer be air?
The storyteller walked out of the room, left the Kaiyuan Inn, ignored the exclamations and roars coming from the inn, and slowly blended into the crowd.
"Senior, you may not know that Lao Chan has mastered 50% of the Immortal Trace Skills. Looking at the real world, as long as the ancestors of the immortal sects do not appear, Lao Chan will be fine."
Bai Ling stuck out from the void and completely blocked the third floor of Kaiyuan Inn.
I don’t know what kind of material this white silk was made of, but the sword and halberd could not be damaged at all. In the end, there was no other way. A store clerk decided to burn it with fire, but the fire attack had no effect.
Bai Ling simply disappeared after a moment, and everyone hurriedly entered the third floor. However, those who entered early were all unconscious on the ground, and the boss's body was missing.
This kind of weird thing scared everyone dumbfounded. Is it the immortal sect who is so heartless that he dares to snatch the body of the owner of the Kaiyuan Inn? Isn't it afraid of causing public outrage?
Kaiyuan Inn Qian Kaiyuan is the treasure of the entire real world. Before every major disaster or accident, he points out a clear way or solution.
Qian Yuan was a well-read man, and he had many disciples and disciples all over the world. Even if he died, the whole world would cry with him, but it would not be much different.
If the disciple dies, he will only be sad and sad, and nothing else will happen.
However, it was clearly stated that the Kaiyuan Inn was harmed by gangsters, and the strong men were obviously guarding it at that time. Only Qian Kaiyuan and the storyteller Chen Shuqiong were in the house.
After sensing the smell of blood, the strong man entered the room first. At that time, Qian Yuan Yuan was silent, and Chen Shuqiong was nowhere to be found. Doesn't this mean anything?
Later, as soon as the news came out, the strong man was surrounded by strange white silk and fell completely into a coma. When he woke up, he forgot the memory of the day. When he thought about the missing body, the murderer pointed directly at the storyteller Chen Shuqiong.
But the storyteller Chen Shuqiong has disappeared, and there is no trace of his apprentice.
The next day.
In an abandoned gym, blood-colored talismans were posted everywhere.
"Wu Hao, you are Master's youngest disciple, and also Master's most beloved disciple. Master knows that his time is running out, and it is useless to keep all his skills as a disciple. Today, I will teach you all my life's cultivation. After you obtain this skill, you
You should act chivalrously and do justice, and don't be arrogant and complacent, forgetting the principles that Master has entrusted to you as a human being."
The young man's face, with red lips and white teeth, was full of excitement. His master was so kind to him.
"Master, I'm afraid I can't bear all the power alone. Why don't I go find Third Senior Sister."
Wu Hao said and was about to stand up, but the master pushed him back down again.
"Wu Hao, Master said that only you know about this matter. Biyu, Li Xia has already set off for Kyoto in advance. I have arranged a backup team there. After you integrate my skills, you can catch up with your light skills.
Biyu and the others."
Wu Hao trembled with excitement when he thought that he would become a peerless strong man later.
When he thought about being able to pretend to be a hero in front of Biyu, and even being able to fly over the walls with her and travel around the world, Wu Hao became a little anxious.
"Master, I'm ready." Wu Hao was so excited that he could hardly sit still. He didn't look ready at all.
However, this is exactly what Chen Shuqiong wanted.
Chen Shuqiong poured one-tenth of his power into Wu Hao's body in an extremely gentle way, and a connection was quickly formed.
Feeling the powerful force entering his body, feeling his body slowly getting stronger, Wu Hao's excited heartbeat accelerated, and he felt the urge to fly into the sky.
"This is only one-tenth of Master's power, and there are still nine-tenths. You need to completely relax your body before it can be transmitted again, otherwise it will be blocked by your consciousness."
Wu Hao, who had already tasted the sweetness, did not realize the loopholes in his master's words. He was so excited that he almost lost his mind.
"Okay, Master, you must give me all your strength, otherwise it will be wasted."
"Definitely, as long as the disciple follows the master's requirements, he will definitely become the youngest master."
Chen Shuqiong showed a kind smile. Wu Hao's body had been soaked with medicinal liquids since he was a child, and his daily meals were filled with precious medicines and tonics.
Now it is no exaggeration to say that Wu Hao's blood can detoxify all poisons, and there are no mosquitoes around him.
Poisons will never leave when they see Wu Hao. In their understanding, Wu Hao is not a person, but a treasure, something that needs to be protected.
Precisely because of the physique he had cultivated since childhood, Wu Hao felt nothing when receiving the power from his master. This was a physique created by Chen Shuqiong using heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
"Master, I have completely relaxed my body and mind."
"good."
Chen Shuqiong's eyes shone with divine light, and a more kind smile appeared on his face.
Five-tenths of the power was transmitted, and two-fifths of the consciousness was also transmitted.
Wu Hao didn't show any sign of pain, because he relaxed his body and mind, and his control over his body reached freezing point.
Of course, this is still his body after all. Even when he is relaxing, he can still feel that something has entered his body.
"Master, why do I feel that my body is a little out of control?"
Wu Hao still felt something was wrong, because he wanted to shake hands into a fist, but his reaction was much slower, as if his consciousness was blocked by something.
But when Wu Hao opened his eyes, he saw the old master vomiting blood and seemed to be unable to hold on.
"Master, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me."
Wu Hao was so anxious that he forgot everything. Now he only thought about how his master still had skills that he had not passed on to him. How could this be done?
What is the use of keeping these skills?
Take it into a coffin?
"I'm fine. Now listen to me and open your spiritual mind. I will pass on the last four-tenths of my power to you. I don't have much time left."
Wu Hao was still hesitant at first. Opening up his spiritual thoughts would mean being honest with him. If the master wanted to seize him, wouldn't it be easy?
But then I thought about how kind Master was to me.
The most important thing is that the master is about to die, and his spiritual thoughts must be decayed. What's the use of taking away his body?
Death is not only the decay of the physical body, but also the decay of the spirit.
Thinking of this, Wu Hao actually felt that he was judging a gentleman with a villain's heart. His master had treated him like this, and he was still so wary of his master. He really shouldn't have!
"Master, I have opened my mind." As soon as Wu Hao opened his eyes, he saw that Master's eyes were extremely bright, and the light was getting closer and closer.
At this moment, a white silk veil covered Wu Hao's eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Hao felt more abundant power pouring into his body.
It was obvious that Wu Hao had gained great power, but Wu Hao was so frightened that his face turned pale.
Was that a robbery just now?
It is true that the master wants to take away his own body.
Could it be that the discomfort I felt in my body just now was Master's spiritual thought?
Wu Hao was not stupid. He figured out the cause and effect and immediately began to eliminate the spiritual thoughts in his body.
But what frightened him was that although this spiritual thought was not the master's main spiritual thought, it was actually impossible to erase it.
This divine thought seems immortal!
Wu Hao was shocked when he thought of this possibility.
How can there be any immortality in the real world? How can Master’s spiritual thoughts be immortal?
Could it be that Master has really been to the Fairyland?
Wu Hao now no longer felt the joy of gaining strength, and his entire being was filled with the terror of his master's spiritual thoughts.
The feeling of being betrayed by the person he trusted the most made Wu Hao unusually calm.
"Be good, disciple! Take off the white silk ribbon."
The sound seemed to come from hell, Wu Hao's whole body was shaking when he heard it, and he no longer dared to move.
This is not the master, this is clearly an evil ghost seeking life.
Now Wu Hao didn't even dare to speak. He was afraid that when he opened his mouth, Master's spiritual thoughts would rush into his body along his mouth.
Suddenly, there were countless sounds of breaking through the air, and the rich fragrance of flowers suddenly spread throughout the Taoist temple.
Wu Hao didn't dare to open his eyes anymore. He only felt that many people suddenly appeared around him. These people seemed to be laughing and playing.
Then he heard what sounded like his master's roar. The sound seemed to be muffled by something, making it impossible to hear it clearly.
The harder it was to hear clearly, the more Wu Hao wanted to hear it, but at this moment, a quiet voice suddenly came to his ears: "There's more here."
Wu Hao was so frightened that he wanted to stand up and run for his life, but before he could stand up, he suddenly felt extremely sick.
vomit……
Strong retching, as if something was crawling down the throat and into the stomach.
Wu Hao vomited all over. He felt like he had vomited out all the food he had eaten last night.
"Let me go, I didn't do anything, I'm a victim too."
Wu Hao was vomiting and talking, but at the end, he felt so weak that he fainted.
The midday light sheds fiery spots, the cicadas chirp, the birds rest, and there is an occasional gust of wind, carrying a heat wave.
The young man kicked his legs and his eyes suddenly widened.
As soon as he hit the ground, Wu Hao flew up directly, broke through the roof of the Taoist temple, and looked at the sun in the sky.
After a brief moment of confusion, the boy planted the green onion upside down into a stream not far away.
"I'm not dead? I wasn't taken away! I'm still alive!"
Wu Hao raised his head from the water, his face full of excitement and excitement.
But he still checked inside and found that the powerful skill was still there, but the master's spiritual thoughts were gone.
Wu Hao was flying around with excitement. Although the process was extremely thrilling, in the end he was still the one with the last laugh.
After wandering for a long time, Wu Hao, who had calmed down, smelled his clothes and suddenly started retching. He seemed to have been unconscious in his own vomit for a long time.
The clothes are all rotten.
He quickly took off his clothes and took a shower.
By chance, an extremely gloomy young man walked slowly towards me. There seemed to be nothing special about this young man.
But he was holding a chessboard. It would be fine if he wrapped it up and carried it on his back or held it upright.
This young man actually held up the chessboard with one hand, and the chessboard was filled with black and white chess pieces.