Zhang Wu couldn't believe that there were such shameless people in the world.
I have been a prisoner for many years and have seen countless scumbags in prison, so I opened my eyes today.
But then again, if this guy sees something wrong, he will immediately kneel down and call him father, and he will definitely become a great man in the future.
Living is more important than anything else.
"I'm not as old as you."
Zhang Wu shook his head and asked knowingly:
"What's your father's name?"
"Hutulong, the imperial court's protector's king."
Hutubao finally remembered that he had such a background, so he quickly spoke out, trying to scare someone.
Zhang Wu asked suddenly:
"Since you know that your father is the king of heaven, I think you must have heard of him having a disciple who is a prison guard in the heavenly prison. Why don't you go to find him after you enter the capital?"
"Uncle Jiu, are you talking about the head of Wu Zhuo, King of Hell?"
Hutubao looked up and asked.
Zhang Wu nodded.
Hutubao said with a wry smile:
"Uncle Jiu, you are too naive. I was just a child back then and had no use value. What can I do when I go to find someone?"
"Let others give you some money?"
"Or go and ask for my father's magical skills?"
"If it were the former, I would rather use my own ability to cheat women's money than to accept his charity and make him look down on me."
"If it were the latter, I was afraid that people would not only not have magical skills, but also poisoned."
Zhang Wu was speechless.
People who are in the world are used to darkness and intrigue. When they encounter things, they subconsciously think about it and weigh the pros and cons. The danger outweighs the benefits, so they should avoid it.
You should not be too naive in life, nor should you expect others to be kind.
"You are a little ambitious and cautious in doing things."
Zhang Wu asked with emotion:
"Later, you made a fuss and didn't go to find him? Aren't the people from all the major gangs trying to establish a good relationship with the prison? Getting to the King of Martial Arts, your right to speak in the gang
It will be much higher."
"It's still the same problem."
Hutubao said:
"I got into trouble, and they also became the seventh-rank general banner of the Fufu Division. The official is above the top and never looks down on us, the lower-ranking bitches."
"If you come to the door, you will probably be humiliated and then feel like you are harming me, so that you can completely possess the magical power."
"I, Abao, are also a character on the street. I don't have to worry about food or drink. Why should I bear the bird's breath and put myself in danger?"
The high and low in ancient times were deeply rooted in people's hearts, and the hierarchy was even more deeply rooted.
In the eyes of the people, ninth-rank minor officials are all extraordinary figures and can shine their ancestors.
The seventh-rank master is also the chief banner of the Fufu Department. In the eyes of gangsters like Hutubao, it is no different from the ranks of officials.
How dare you, a street hooligan, climb up to others' threshold?
This is both inferiority complex and self-knowledge.
Zhang Wu asked:
"That's the Vajra Indestructible Art. Are you not moved?"
"Of course I'm moved, but Uncle Jiu, you have to think about it. I am a gangster and a magical skill, but I can't practice it all at once. It will take at least ten years. What will happen to you during this period?"
“…”
Zhang Wu was silent.
The end is to be chased by countless masters!
The prisoners in the prison will make this contribution, and there is no dispute. It is because everyone has no worries about food and clothing, and they have jointly built a huge interest group. The prisoners receive the same money and have no conflicts with each other.
But the people in the martial arts world are different.
Most people are wandering at the bottom. The magical power is their hope for the rise, and it is also the lifelong pursuit of those first-class peak masters. It will definitely be a bloody storm when it comes out.
"You know how to advance and retreat, and be able to endure the temptation of magical skills, even a small person should not be underestimated."
Zhang Wu murmured in his heart, and this Hutubao really made him take a big look.
However, he always speaks with words.
When talking about chopping legs, there is no ambiguity.
"Single"
Zhang Wu's index finger vibrated at high speed, and his fingernails were as sharp as a knife. Even steel was about to be cut off. How could the flesh and blood resist it?
"Dad, spare your life!"
Hutubao was anxious and frightened, and quietly touched his hand behind his waist.
"Clang—"
Zhang Wu slashed out his index finger, buzzing, and slightly tangent to the opponent's right leg.
"Mr. Nephew, he is your master's child, why bother to take this harsh action?"
A majestic and low voice suddenly came, and a magnificent and domineering figure fell from the sky, his five fingers were as bright as a diamond, and he cut off Zhang Wu's wrist like an eagle claw, forcing him to not be able to cut.
"Uncle Master, it's not good to meddle in other people's business and you're easily beaten and slap."
Someone flew away and had already noticed the existence of Shu Fu Demon, but just deliberately forced him out.
Hutubao felt his eyes dark, and he knelt on the ground and looked up, and immediately took a breath of cold air, just like an ant looking up at a giant, making his scalp numb.
Then--
Climb the wall and run.
No matter who you are, you will escape from Uncle Jiu’s clutches first.
Unexpectedly, he just jumped onto the wall, but was grabbed by Shi Fumo and picked up the collar of the back, as if he was carrying a chick.
Hutu's face was ashes, with his head hanging down, and he was completely desperate.
Zhang Wu wanted to laugh in his heart and took the initiative to introduce:
"Boy, this is your father Hutulong's junior brother, a peerless master of Shaolin, and the imperial devil-suppressing Heavenly King, he is here to protect you."
"My father's junior brother?"
Hutubao looked up and was stunned. Looking at Shi Fumo's shiny big bald head, he wanted to try to hit him for a desperate attempt.
At the same time, he could see that Lao Jiu was also his father Hutulong's former friend, and he just took action to scare him.
Otherwise, you will be calm and composed when facing a top-notch master. If you want to kill you with that kind of strength, you will never have the possibility of survival.
"Meet Uncle Master!"
Hutubao kneeled down with a thud, his eyes full of hope.
Shi Fumo nodded in response, looked at Zhang Wu and said:
"Mr. Nephew, I will take Hutubao back to Shaolin in a few days, so you can go with me too."
"I am used to being free and have no interest in joining the sect."
Zhang Wu shook his head and refused, looked at Hutubao and said:
"Besides, if you want to take someone away, you have to ask them about their own wishes."
"Go to Shaolin Temple?"
Hutubao asked blankly:
"Just go and worship, or let me be a monk?"
Zhang Wu replied with a smile:
"Of course I'm a monk."
“…”
Hutubao asked in a cold sweat on his forehead:
"Can I not go?"
"I'm afraid you can't help but subdue you."
Zhang Wu joked:
"A monk has to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name all day long, stay away from the world of flowers, not only to avoid meat and fish, but also to avoid women's sex. I think you can feel uncomfortable."
"Amitabha."
Shu Fumo sang in time:
"Anyone who enters Buddhism should keep the precepts, no exception!"
“…”
Hutubao only felt a little hopeful, and his face looked like earth again.
He has just left the demon claws and entered the demon abyss again. Compared to being a monk, he is better than waive his legs and can still be free and free.
Besides, Lao Jiu is not really trying to ruin you, most of them are jokes.
"Uncle Jiu, save me!"
Hutubao decisively cast his eyes for help, his attitude changed so quickly, as fast as he kowtowed to recognize his father.
Keep begging:
"I'm used to being a monk. It's better to kill me. A Bao still has many things to do and many people he cares about..."
Zhang Wu interrupted him and joked with a smile:
"The people you care about are not those noble and mature ladies, are they?"
"Of course not!"
Hutubao said seriously and seriously:
"Uncle Jiu, you are the one I care about the most!"