When the black smoke cleared, Qin Hai and Old Man Zhao came to Liao Hu again. This guy looked like a dying old man, and he was dying, as if he would die at any time.
Looking at Liao Hu's appearance, Old Man Zhao sighed. After all, Liao Hu was his junior brother. When they were both in the same school, he was the one who personally raised Liao Hu. The feeling of a senior brother is
There's no way to cut it off.
Qin Hai squatted in front of Liao Hu and asked: "Who asked you to set up the Five Sons Funeral Formation here?"
Liao Hu said nothing and kept looking at Old Man Zhao. Old Man Zhao sighed again and said, "Just tell me, when you die, I will take your ashes back to Qingcheng Mountain."
Liao Hu's dim eyes suddenly lit up, and then he tried to open his mouth and said intermittently: "It's... it's Han Jinsong from Dahan Group."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liao Hu's eyes closed and his head tilted to the side.
Qin Hai touched his neck. Liao Hu's breath was cut off, his heart was gone, and he was too dead to die.
Looking at Liao Hu who had died, Old Man Zhao sighed again, shook his head and said: "One step is wrong, every step is wrong. In fact, Master was also very sad after expelling you from the school. If you can seriously repent,
Change your mind, Master, he may not give you another chance, so how could you end up in this situation?"
Shaking his head, Mr. Zhao took out a bottle from the cloth pocket he carried with him, sprinkled the oily substance inside on Liao Hu, then lit a match and threw it on Liao Hu.
The raging fire completely enveloped Liao Hu in an instant, and burned it to ashes in a few minutes. Old Man Zhao collected all the ashes with a piece of cloth, then tied a knot and put it in a cloth pocket.
After he finished his work, Qin Hai handed over the peach wood sword and the book that Old Man Zhao had given him before, "Master Zhao, these things return to their original owners, you can take them back."
Old Man Zhao's eyes passed over the peach wood sword and the book, but he did not reach out to catch them, but said: "Master Qin, you can keep these things for now."
Qin Hai looked at Old Man Zhao in surprise. Could it be that this old man still refused to give up and wanted to trick him into sending him to Maoshan to become a Taoist priest?
Old man Zhao seemed to understand Qin Hai's thoughts and explained: "Master Qin, our Maoshan sect has been inherited for thousands of years. Although it is now in decline, both this peach wood sword and this half of the Yin and Yang Sutra are rare treasures. Those are the
The big gate sect has met.
Be jealous. Especially this peach wood sword. According to my master, it is a rare yellow-level high-grade magical weapon. It can not only restrain all evil things, but the ancestors also said that if the strength is enough, it can even
It's very magical to control him to fly through the void."
"Magical weapon?" Qin Hai was surprised. This was the first time he heard such a statement.
Old man Zhao seemed unwilling to talk more and said: "The Yin-Yang Sutra is a very detailed introduction to magical weapons. You will understand after reading this half volume of the Yin-Yang Sutra. Master Qin, you are destined to our Maoshan sect. I not only hope that you
If you can accept the Peach Wood Sword and the Yin Yang Sutra, I also hope to accept disciples on behalf of my master. Please join our Maoshan Sect."
"Accepting disciples on behalf of the master?" Qin Hai's mind was a little confused. What kind of tricks was this old man Zhao doing? Could it be that he had been bitten by Liao Hu just now and was infected by him and turned into a zombie?
However, Mr. Zhao's eyes were clear and his expression was normal. He didn't look like he was going crazy.
Old Man Zhao continued to explain: "Master Qin, I am not deceiving you. In fact, with the disappearance of our thirty-eighth successor of Maoshan and the first half of the Yin and Yang Sutra, our Maoshan sect has lost its core inheritance.
There was no way to activate the Taomu Sword with all his strength. Later, my master was so talented that he finally found someone who could activate the Taomu Sword again using secret techniques.
There is a way, but as you just saw, the cost is very high. Every time it is activated, the life of the person who casts the spell will be reduced by three to five years, and the power that the Taomu Sword can exert is less than one percent of its heyday. So.
My master left a will before he ascended to immortality, saying that whoever could wield the Taomu Sword again would be willing to take it away and become his disciple."
"What does this have to do with me? I have never learned the inheritance of your Maoshan sect, nor have I seen the Yin and Yang Sutra!" Qin Hai asked in confusion.
Old Man Zhao said with great certainty: "It must be related. The Taomu Sword is not an ordinary magic weapon. It is the treasure of our Maoshan sect. If it has nothing to do with our Maoshan sect, no matter how deep the skill is, it will not be able to move the Taomu sword."
Sword, so Mr. Qin, you must be very close to our Maoshan sect."
"this……"
Qin Hai was speechless for a moment, because although Old Man Zhao's words were unreasonable, he really had no way to refute it. He couldn't tell Old Man Zhao that it wasn't that Taomujian and I were destined, but that there were a few broken bones in my Dantian.
If he is destined to have a peach wood sword with you, then Old Man Zhao will definitely treat him as a lunatic.
Old Man Zhao continued: "Master Qin, please rest assured that even if you join our Maoshan Sect, you don't have to do anything for our Maoshan Sect. As long as you meet a suitable candidate in the future, you can pass on the Taoism of our Maoshan Sect."
Unless you encounter a life-and-death matter, we will never harass you!"
Qin Hai hesitated for a moment. Although he didn't really want to get involved with the Maoshan Taoist priest who specializes in dancing and catching ghosts in movies and TV shows, but now that the matter has come to this, he has even got the treasure of his sect, and he is really reluctant to part with it.
It was returned to others, so there was nothing he could do, so he had no choice but to nod and agree.
No matter what, you can get great benefits without doing anything. Such good things are really hard to find, and Qin Hai will not be stupid enough to turn them away.
Old Zhao was overjoyed and knelt down in front of Qin Hai. Qin Hai was shocked and quickly stopped Old Zhao, "Master Zhao, what are you doing? Get up!"
However, Old Man Zhao stubbornly continued to kneel in front of Qin Hai and said at the same time: "Master Qin, I am accepting disciples on behalf of my master, so from now on you are my uncle. As a junior, I will definitely kowtow to you."
of!"
Qin Hai was stunned, but as soon as he loosened his grip, Old Zhao's head hit the ground heavily.
Bang bang bang!
Three dings, all of them kowtowed firmly.
After kowtowing, Old Man Zhao stood up with a smile, lowered his eyebrows and shouted: "Uncle Master, the Five Sons Funeral Formation has been broken, let's go up now!"
Qin Hai couldn't laugh or cry, what the hell is going on? In the blink of an eye, the decades-old old man Zhao became his junior, and he had an additional master who had been dead for who knows how long.
Looking at the peach wood sword and half a book of Yin and Yang Sutra in his hand, Qin Hai shook his head and smiled bitterly, leading Old Man Zhao towards the exit of the underground parking lot.