Wei Guang was sent back to the cave prison by Zhang Wu.
Before leaving, Zhang Wu took out five of the latest refined Wuling Pills. Wei Guang didn't doubt that he was swallowed all of them in one bite and hid them in the five internal organs, enough for him not to eat for a year.
The martial spirit pill is very fragrant...
But Zhang Wu has always liked to be safe in his work.
There was a lot of ingredients added to the rice, and the last bit of black mud was placed in the farewell wine, which was also sucked away by Wei Guang.
To subdue Wei Daxia with wisdom is to sharpen oneself, but after obtaining magical skills, the insurance you should have must not be missing.
From beginning to end, Zhang Wu never thought about killing the donkey.
Wei Guang is of great use and will become one of his trump cards in the future.
It is said that his body-protecting magical skills are the same as the skills he practiced, with a similar aura and a consistent figure, so he has more effects.
However, even if Zhang Wu sent him back, Wei Guang's danger was not lifted.
Wang Dang couldn't wait to come to the execution room and asked:
"Senior Brother Meng, how about you? You got the dragon-slaying monument burglar?"
After getting it, Wei Guang deserves to die.
In Kui Mo Sect, the magical power can be exchanged for thousands of years of spiritual medicine, Kui Mo Pill, and the guidance of the master.
Disciples can also learn magical skills if they complete a certain number of sect tasks.
Zhang Wu shook his head and said:
"It's all my fault for being incompetent. I spent several months in vain and thought I could influence this Wei Guang, but in the end I was useless and failed to achieve magical skills."
“…”
Wang Dang's mouth twitched, but he was not suspected.
Apart from not daring to torture Wei Guang until he died, he has used all the methods he can use.
I can’t do it, so naturally you can’t do it either. No one will admit that he is inferior to others. This is called self-esteem.
Unless Zhang Wu took out the dragon-striking monument, even if he said he had achieved magical skills, Wang Dang would not believe it and just pretended that he was bragging.
No one can do it. Junior Brother Wang felt balanced and instead comforted Zhang Wu.
"Senior Brother Meng, don't be discouraged. It's not easy for you to survive in Wei Guang's hands. This guy is a slut. He has enjoyed it for so long. Once he returned to the prison room, he pretended to be dead. His dying look seemed to be at any time.
He will die, and I don’t know who he wants to cheat."
Wang Dang sneered, all of them were old acquaintances, so why are you acting?
Zhang Wu couldn't help but smile.
If he didn't pretend to be dead and practiced alive, how could you jailers not deal with him?
The prisoner should be like a prisoner, as weak as ever, you act more powerful than the prisoner, and you are beyond the limits of the prisoner, and you are asking for trouble.
"It's all human nature."
Zhang Wu muttered in his heart and asked for advice on a whim:
"Junior Brother Wang, I have been back to Kui Mo Sect for a long time, but I don't know many of my fellow disciples. You are well-informed, can you tell me?"
"A small matter."
Wang Dang raised his head and sat down with Zhang Wu. The two of them started chatting with the meal.
No matter where you go, as long as you reach a new environment, you must remember the people around you who are famous, figure out their origins, appearance characteristics, what skills to practice, and what characteristics they have.
Even if you meet for the first time, you know who the other party is.
This is the way to survive and also the basic skill of being in the world.
If you look at all directions and listen to all directions, people without eyesight are most likely to die.
This is especially true for being a torture man. If you can't mess with someone, you have to be gentle. If you don't know whether you are punished, you will be killed. How can someone else not kill you?
I drank this wine until the afternoon, and it was still very relaxing to rely on the great teachings.
You don’t have to worry about your livelihood, and your life is leisurely. Most disciples are in a state of lying down, and it is difficult to find magical skills and martial arts. Eighty percent depends on talent and 20 percent depends on luck. The effect of hard work is very small.
Unless you can make up your mind to break through the rules, develop in the dark, and kill people, grab treasures and skills everywhere, you can make a rapid progress.
If you just practice step by step, you will never achieve success unless you fall from the sky.
To be easy to understand, it is—
A person will not be rich without a fortune.
Wang Dang drank a little too much, his face turned red and said dejectedly:
"Senior Brother Meng, I'm going to tell you, I bought it for a lot of money. I also read the punishment reward book at that time. I thought it was self-pretentious. Isn't it just torture and get the skills out? It's a piece of cake, but it's really here.
In prison, that's not the case."
Zhang Wu didn't say anything, and gave the other party a full drink, becoming a qualified listener.
Wang Dang said:
"The law enforcement hall has rules. You can do exercises in prison, but you can't kill people. If you don't have any magical powers and benefits, you have to pay for your life... I can only watch this mountain of gold, you know
Is that powerlessness?"
“…”
Zhang Wu didn't know how to persuade him.
Ninety-nine percent of the world are kings like this. They don’t have too many scruples, nor too many twists and turns. They don’t have to make a difference when they are in front of them. They can’t do anything about their chances. They can only be done in their entire lives.
Wang Dang sighed:
"If I don't get any results, I'm afraid I'll be driven down the mountain after three years."
"Catch down the mountain?"
Zhang Wu frowned and asked:
"Where to go down the mountain?"
"I was sent to the border, worked hard to defend the city, or went to wilderness to guard the medicine garden. There were few people and I worked with herbs all day long," said Wang Dang.
Zhang Wu asked in confusion:
"Shouyaoyuan should be very good, at least you don't have to worry about the medicine."
"Senior brother, you're thinking too much."
Wang Dang smiled bitterly:
"Generally, only one kind of spiritual medicine is cultivated in every medicine garden, and it is all in a nutshell. It is said that our Kui Mo Sect has 800 medicine gardens, distributed in various places. Only so many medicine gardens can support so many masters.
Some medicine gardens are in the bitter and cold places in the extreme north, and some are on the craters. That is not to suffer, but to die.”
"Senior Brother Meng."
Wang Dang held Zhang Wu's hand, his eyes turned red and begged:
"Save me."
“???”
Zhang Wu was shocked.
Although we have known each other for half a year, our relationship has not been so good yet, right?
He said with a heartache:
"It's not that my senior brother doesn't want to save you, but I can't do anything about it."
"I don't believe it."
Wang Dang suddenly said confidently and sadly:
"Senior brother, you didn't hit the dragon-subduing monument. It seems reasonable on the surface, but I feel... in fact, you have succeeded. Can you teach me?"
“…”
Are you waiting for me by playing the emotional card?
Human hearts are complicated. They are not willing to believe that others are better than themselves, but they are also suspicious and always feel that others have gained benefits.
Zhang Wu said speechlessly:
"Junior Brother Wang, you really have drunk too much. Everyone is human. I don't have more heads than you. You should think of other ways."
"You really didn't hit the dragon-subduing monument?"
Wang Dang was full of suspicion and just said that he would knock your head open and take a look before I believed it.
Zhang Wu rolled his eyes and was too lazy to explain.
At this time, the black-robed law enforcement team also took people out of the torture room, followed by a man and a woman, all wearing red robes, core disciples.
The man Zhang Wu has seen it.
Tang Huai, a middle-aged man in the red robe who led him into the sect.