Chapter seven hundred and fortieth chapters of nonsense
Yuan Chen may have more than one weapon, the Zhuxian Sword, but the Zhuxian Sword only has one owner.
Sometimes Zhu Xian Sword will be more sensitive, which is inevitable.
"Little bastard, are you allowed to eat my buns secretly? This is what I worked hard for, do you understand the rules? Hey, this jade on your neck is a good thing.
It's mine now. I'll spare you this time. If I see you next time, I won't be so lucky."
The old beggar quickly hid the precious jade he had snatched in his arms and put it close to his body. He opened his head and looked around. When he found no one, he crouched and ran away secretly.
Yuan Chen saw everything from the window. The jade was not a good jade, but it seemed that there was a breath brewing on the jade, as if it was about to burst out.
"It's interesting." Putting away the Zhuxian Sword, Yuan Chen jumped out of the window, kicked the old man unconscious, then took the jade in his hand and looked at it carefully, and suddenly understood everything.
"Is this the power of luck?"
Yuan Chen was a little surprised. After all, the power of destiny was something that only the sons of the world or the sons of destiny could possess.
"I'm not that little beggar, I'm a lucky boy!"
It’s such a cliche plot. The young man shook his head and couldn’t complain. However, being a teacher for a child of good fortune is also a career that can be considered. While at home, while his son is engaged in his career and doing tasks, he should also live the life of a retired man.
.
Zhu Xian gradually turned into a ghost face stuck to his face, changed into a black robe to cover his body, and slowly walked into the alley.
Sure enough, as the son of luck, the little beggar was still squatting in the corner and shivering. He was obviously waiting for his chance.
"Is this yours?"
"It's mine." He didn't dare to raise his head. The little beggar almost burst into tears when he held the precious jade back in his hand. He quickly raised his head and thanked her.
But the Immortal Killing Sword Ghost Face that exuded the aura of Shura's Judgment clearly frightened the child. His originally pale face was even more pale at this moment.
It's like suddenly seeing the God of Death coming from hell with a ferocious smile on his face, or like an executioner talking about killing countless creatures, looking back and seeing another living life. The tremor from the soul is terrifying, and it's
Desperate.
The little beggar shrank his neck again. He even wanted to shrink his little body into the shadow of the corner so that he would no longer exist and the scary person in front of him would not be able to find him.
"Oh, you're too timid, it's really inappropriate!" Ghost Face turned around and left.
Underneath that ghostly face was a pair of playful eyes.
Although he didn't want to admit it, the little kid's poor acting skills still made him speechless.
But I have to say that Yuan Chen was fooled by him at first.
This little beggar did well in everything, but the mistake was that the little beggar who couldn't even get a full meal actually ate the fillings and not the skin of the steamed buns.
You won’t laugh out loud if you tell me this. How can a beggar eat steamed buns like this?
"My generation will pass on the inheritance, but there will be no descendants in the end!"
There seemed to be a black barrier surrounding the ghost face, driving the black robe, and it was so close to the end of the world that it left without a trace.
But at this moment, the little beggar suddenly jumped up, his previous pale face was gone, and he shouted angrily: "Senior, please stay, actually I am very brave."
I can see it. If you are not timid, can you stay in a strong position and siphon resources?
And he even tricked me, so he was probably so brave that he glowed green.
"In that case, I will teach you a set of exercises to ensure that you can live a nourished and prosperous life no matter where you are."
Ghost Face took out a book. The ink on it was not yet dry, as if it had just been written. However, the large characters alone gave off a sense of supreme grandeur, and it seemed that it was written by everyone.
Taking the book with great excitement, the little beggar's originally excited expression was suddenly dumbfounded, and he said with an incredulous look on his face: "A complete collection of cheating methods?"
The ghost face turned around and nodded: "This is a secret method that only timid people can learn. I am about to transform into a Tao, so I bear the pain and pass on my heart method to you. I hope you can carry it forward and pass on the deceptive Tao."
Let’s go on and let more people understand that people’s hearts are sinister and should not easily believe that others are deceived and deceived.”
The little beggar's complexion became extremely ugly, his whole little face was bruised and bruised, and he looked like an eggplant that had fallen to the ground and been crushed.
"Is this the only mentality you have in Dongmen?"
The little beggar held the whole collection of deceptions in his palm, with veins exposed, which looked extremely terrifying, but for Yuan Chen, all this was really unbearable to laugh at.
"Haha, of course, it's not just these. My sect is extremely powerful. I live in seclusion in Wuyou Valley in Zixu Mountain. I am a famous Dou Ni Sect in history. If you have read the history books, you will definitely understand how terrifying my sect is.
It's just a pity. I never expected that history
The wheels of the world are rolling forward, and no matter how powerful the sect is, it disappears in history. In the end, I am the only one left. Sadly, even I am about to pass away. I am afraid that no one in this world will be able to remember it.
There is still a Dou Ni Sect in this world."
"Master, how come no one remembers it? I still remember it. There will always be people in this world who still remember the Dou Ni Sect. In the future, I will carry it forward and continue to pass it on."
"What you said is true!" Ghost Face was extremely excited. Through his bright eyes, he looked at the flagpole and seemed to see a lot of inheritance. There must be something in this guy, but whether he can pull it out depends on his ability.
However, beggars are quite confident in their deceptions. The complete list of deceptions just mentioned is really scary!
He was almost exposed.
Holding the encyclopedia of deception in his hand, the little beggar was very excited. This is a good thing. As long as he has it, he might really become a master of deception. From then on, he will be popular and prosperous no matter where he goes.
rise.
Thinking of the good life in the future, the little beggar became happy. The future life will be infinitely good, as long as he can live now.
Yuan Chen solemnly took out the thorn stick full of barbs, looked at the little beggar and said, "If you want to join my sect, you must carry it and accompany me through the last period of your life."
"This..." The little beggar hesitated. How could this be possible? He was well-organized and his status was not ordinary. How could he leave his post without authorization?
On the other hand, he also wants to stay in this organization and live a comfortable life of a liar who gets something for nothing.
And with his current identity and status, it is estimated that it won't be long before he becomes the boss of this organization. When the time comes, he will be able to thrive, and he will only need to stay at the headquarters to enjoy the good life and have a worry-free life.
But he was not resigned to it. This organization was very powerful, with strict internal rules and systems, and strict hierarchies. However, compared to these, this organization fell short in terms of cultivation resources and cultivation of techniques.
Moreover, the little beggar also discovered a shocking secret of the organization.
Gritting his teeth, the little beggar took the barbed thorn stick and carried it on his back. In an instant, his clothes were torn and blood was flowing.
Huh? That’s a little interesting.
Yuan Chen could tell that this little beggar was not pretending, he was really in pain.
But even so, he endured it and did not make a sound.
The little beggar's performance was beyond Yuan Chen's expectations. Originally, the young man planned to tease him, then punish him and then let him go. After all, what is there to be angry with a little guy? Xiao Fan, give this little guy back to him
It brought a lot of fun, and it was fate to meet each other. It didn't matter even if I gave the other party a complete list of lies, after all, it was not true.
After thinking about it, Yuan Chen took out another book, then handed it to the little beggar who endured the pain with a smile, and said somewhat mysteriously: "This thing is the 'Evil Sword Manual', which is an extremely domineering one."
Martial arts can help you temper your body and become a master of martial arts."
The little beggar, who was still looking forward to it, was immediately dumbfounded after turning the first page. He subconsciously said with trembling lips: "If you want to practice this skill, you must first commit suicide? Master, are you serious?"
Have you committed suicide?"
Yuan Chen said decisively: "Of course not. Your master and I have 300,000 wives. Who will take care of them if I commit suicide?"
"But you, boy, have no destiny and no woman in your life, but you can practice this skill. Give this powerful power a try."
The little beggar was not fooled and immediately shook his head and said: "Master, this thing is too valuable, I can't accept it."
It happened that someone came at this moment, it was the beggar. He was kicked unconscious by Yuan Chen, and it was beyond Yuan Chen's expectation that he woke up so quickly.
"Boss, what's wrong with you?"
The little beggar looked shocked. He never expected that the old man would be knocked unconscious. Before, he thought he was following the script. The old man deliberately threw the jade to the brave hero, while he sneaked away to save his own life.
But now it seems that the fact is that the cheap master I just met actually knocked out his boss, and when he woke up, the boss didn't know who had knocked him out.
If he knew about it, he would have to fight against his cheap master.
"Who is he?" The old beggar groaned as he covered the footprint wound on his head, but his eyes were like a hawk staring at the demon slayer in black robes behind the little boy.
"Haha, so you are my disciple's boss? It seems that you are not doing well, but you were stepped on? Oh, yo, it's so miserable. You are like this, and you still want my disciple to continue to follow you.
"
The old beggar's eyes were sharp, like a tiger that chooses people to devour. He had a gloomy face and said, "How do you know I was kicked unconscious? Did you do it?"
Seeing the old beggar looking like he was about to get angry, the little boy hurriedly leaned into Lao Qika's ear and whispered something, and then the old beggar's face changed from a tiger with hairy hair to a docile one.
Da Mao, a little suspicious, said: "Do you have a complete collection of deceptions in your hand?"
Yuan Chen snorted coldly without giving any face, "Does it have anything to do with you?"
The old beggar was not angry but happy, and his whole face turned into a chrysanthemum smile. He came close to Demon Slayer, hooked Yuan Chen's shoulders, and said without any hesitation: "Which of us follows whom? You are Zhuo Zhuo's master.
I am Zhuo Zhuo’s grandfather, isn’t that relevant? We are all one family, why do we need to speak two different languages?”