Eight hundred and fortieth chapters play the sword and play cheap
Buzz!
There was a loud and continuous buzzing of wind and thunder in his ears, and after a period of extremely uncomfortable spinning, his eyes suddenly lit up. Wu Ming shook his head hard, and the double image slowly dissipated, and he found himself in a familiar yet unfamiliar courtyard.
.
Cackling!
Familiar colorful big roosters, various ferocious demonic insects that peck at the aura of the demon king, handfuls of unknown crops scattered on the huge stone mill, with astonishingly rich spiritual energy fluctuations, and green fruit trees.
, all kinds of rough and crude furniture, several times larger than those used by ordinary humans.
Wu Ming took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in his heart, calmed down, and slowly looked towards the courtyard door.
"My lord, Mr. Shan is waiting for you!"
The unattractive millstone was carrying a hoe and said innocently.
Snap!
Before he finished speaking, a golden corn cob fell from the sky and hit the top of the millstone, causing him to stagger. He covered his forehead and bared his teeth. His face was full of grievances, but he dared not speak in anger.
"Hmph, you bastard, are you waiting for a junior from the human race?"
The thunderous roar of the old man came from the backyard, and the sky turned dark, as if the situation was going to change in the next moment, and a heavy rain was coming.
"Lord, when will you take me away?"
Mopan was like an aggrieved little daughter-in-law, her low voice was filled with tears, as if she had been bullied.
"Asshole!"
As an unknown fruit fell and the millstone fell to the ground, Shan Lao shouted angrily, "How can a descendant of a giant spirit be willing to fall into slavery?"
"I...I don't dare anymore!"
Mopan's eyes were red, he was twitching and carrying the hoe, and was leading the way in front of him.
Wu Ming smiled secretly, raised his heels, and inadvertently glanced at the corn cobs and spiritual fruits from the corner of his eye. He rolled his eyes and put them in his arms as if no one was watching.
"I've been having a good time lately. I haven't seen you for just half a month, and now I'm a great master both internally and externally!"
Wu Ming took three steps at a time to catch up with the millstone, and glanced at his neck. Unsurprisingly, the slave ring was gone, and he teased with emotion.
"Lord...I'm tired!"
Mopan's thick lips shrank, and he covered his heart and made a thumping sound like a mosquito, saying, "My heart is tired!"
"Ahem!"
Wu Ming almost burst into laughter.
God knows what kind of treatment Mopan suffered. If it were any warrior, if he could achieve such a terrifying improvement within half a month, he would probably be willing to pay any price in exchange.
"When...are you going to pick me up?"
Mopan Road.
"Oh, this is your fault. Respecting the old and caring for the young is the traditional virtue of our human race. The old man is old and it is pitiful to be alone. You should respect the old man and take good care of him here!"
Wu Ming criticized as if making a fuss.
"I..."
Mopan's eyes showed despair. No matter how dull he was, he knew that he was probably betrayed. Unfortunately, he thought that the young man who had allowed him to live freely for half a year with good food and drink was a good person.
After walking around in circles, we came to the backyard, where we saw a tall, dark old man wearing a half-uncovered unknown animal skin. He looked like an old farmer next door, concentrating on taking care of his own world.
No one could imagine that those rough hands with old muscles like horned dragons and a dark metallic sheen would care for the tender green seedlings like a caressing lover.
Sprinkling a ladle of clear spring water full of spiritual energy and emitting an unusual aura, the old man turned around slowly. He was almost ten feet tall, with messy hair and beard, and could still clearly see the various vicious creatures crawling around on it.
An old black face looked at Wu Ming expressionlessly.
"Hey, kid, please say hello to Mr. Shan!"
Wu Ming felt as if he was being crushed by a huge mountain. He endured the discomfort and managed to smile.
"Good boy, in less than a year, although your cultivation is not that good, your soul has been refined to such an extent. It seems that you have had an incredible opportunity!"
Shan Lao casually patted Wu Ming's shoulder, pressing the latter's bones made a creaking sound, but he had to laugh at him.
"It's all thanks to Mr. Shan's generous gift and his efforts in cultivating me that I can be where I am today!"
It's okay not to mention it. When he mentioned this, Shan Lao's black face twitched unnaturally. He subconsciously looked at the location of the polarized spiritual spring in the back mountain, and quickly turned his head away as if he was worried.
There is nothing more unbearable to look back on than this!
Originally, I wanted to trick Wu Ming and make him half a giant spirit. But when I failed, the wealth I had accumulated was almost wiped out. I really lost my wife and lost my army.
"Hmph, it's good to know!"
Of course, Mr. Shan would not admit defeat. He pretended to be proud and stroked his dark brown beard like a henhouse, shaking off countless flea-like monsters. His eyes suddenly glared, with a fierce light like a knife, and he said fiercely.
, "Stop filling me with ecstasy soup. You want to go to Beijin to cause trouble, and then let the old man wipe your ass, right?"
"Hey, ha...this, that..."
Wu Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and said humbly, "You have a sharp eye, and I can't hide this little thought from you, but you have to be considerate. I need you and a few elders."
I live a very comfortable life in Zhaofu, but every time I think of those fellow victims who are still suffering in Beijin, being bullied and having trouble sleeping and eating..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound, and Wu Ming fell dozens of feet away like a green onion.
"Stop looking at me! You're not an economical person. How can you be so righteous for others?"
The mountain tiger retracted his big feet with a black face and said with a sinister expression, "Knowing that the agreement between you and me is imminent, you still go to the demonic land to cause trouble. Do you really think that the power of the saint is easy to borrow?"
Wu Ming walked back dejectedly, holding his buttocks between his legs. He lowered his eyebrows and said: "Shan Lao, I do have this idea, but for the sake of my filial piety, can't you just let me go? Otherwise, I will definitely be punished.
Those blood-drinking monsters have swallowed up all the bones and dregs?"
"Filial piety? You are just a careless trouble maker. It would be nice if you don't make me mad to death. Where does your filial piety come from?"
Shan Lao blew his beard and stared.
"Boy, don't you feel pity for me when you are so old... you feel so bored, so I specially found a companion to bring you, didn't you?"
Wu Ming blinked his innocent eyes and tried his best to be cute.
"This is also a careless one. I can't beat him with three sticks, and my chatter is just too frivolous!"
Shanlao glanced at Mopan who was resigned and muttered angrily, but the latter did not even dare to say a word of rebuttal.
"Then keep watching..."
Wu Ming rubbed his hands and said.
"no!"
Shan Lao ignored it directly and looked to the north with a frown, "There are a few old guys in the north who are very difficult to offend. God knows what trouble you will cause. If you alert those few, unless we old guys take action together again, otherwise...
"
Seeing him shaking his head repeatedly, Wu Ming felt a chill in his heart.
If this person really lets it go, the danger of the trip to Beijin will not only be doubled, it can almost be said that there is no chance of death, and no amount of planning will be empty talk.
"Don't put on such a funeral face for me. I haven't even settled the accounts with you before when you provoked the swordsman!"
Shan Lao waved his hand, as if to fight.
Wu Ming's pupils suddenly shrank, and then he saw that there was an unhealed scar on the back of his right hand. Looking at the neat wounds, it was obviously caused by a sharp blade.
With this person's strength, there are only a handful of people in the world who can hurt him, and there are even fewer who can make the wound unable to heal. The answer is about to come out, it must be the person who stopped Li Qingge that day.
Even if Wu Ming has a lot of imagination, he can't imagine that fighting in the air hundreds of millions of miles away can leave scars?
"You kid, don't think too much. Although the swordsman is strong, I'm not someone to be trifled with. It's just that this time I had a causal relationship with him because of you, and I just took the sword on purpose!"
The old man seemed to be aware of this, he put his hands behind his back casually, and walked leisurely towards the back of the orchard.
"Why don't you say it's because you can't stand the man who dominates the world?"
Wu Ming muttered secretly.
"snort!"
Shanlao staggered at his feet, but did not break out on the spot. He took advantage of the situation and shook his head three times, exuding invisible power and covering the two of them silently. In just a few breaths, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed, and he came to the top of a mountain peak.
"Dragon-Eating Vine!"
Wu Ming looked intently and saw a vine that was several feet tall and covered in dark golden color. It extended its waist very elegantly, as if it was saying hello to him.
The connection in the bloodline surged, and it was easy to identify that it was the Dragon-Eating Vine, but not only the aura increased greatly, but also the color changed. At first, he was dressed in red gold, which looked festive, but now he is ink-gold, exuding a strong and powerful energy.
Beauty.
"Hey!"
Wu Ming walked straight over, letting the Dragon-Eating Vine wrap around him just like before.
"My lord!"
When he heard a crunching and grinding sound, Wu Ming's whole body was shot with golden light and shadow. The millstone was almost swallowed by the dragon-eating vine several times, and he couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Good boy!"
Shan Lao's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.
"snort!"
When the dragon-eating vine wound around several times and continued to shrink, feeling the terrifying and majestic winding power, Wu Ming's expression changed slightly, and with a fierce force, he held up the Buddha's robe and escaped.
"Hey, good guy, with this kind of power, even if an ordinary grand master is entangled, with the blessing of strange power and poison, I am afraid he will be restrained to death!"
Even though he was mentally prepared, Wu Ming was still quite surprised.
In just one year, the Dragon-Eating Vine has grown from a seedling to an existence capable of trapping the Grand Master. Although many of them have been cultivated by Shan Lao, it has also been proved from the side that it is indeed extraordinary.
"Very good, right?"
The old man had a kind face and came closer with a smile.
Looking at the rough face like a black bear, Wu Ming felt bad at first, so he reluctantly said no without conscience, and nodded blankly.
"I have spent a lot of effort cultivating this dragon-eating vine, and now it's time to settle the account!"
Shan Lao stretched out his hand as rough as a cattail leaf fan.
Wu Ming was completely speechless and couldn't help but roll his eyes, thinking to himself, you are always a saint, do you need to be so fussy about it?
"Why, you want to default on your debt?"
Mr. Shan's eyes widened with a fierce look, as if Wu Ming would beat him to pieces if he dared to utter even half a word of "no".
"What do you always want?"
Wu Ming said helplessly.
"Don't give me such a bad look. It's not easy for people in the mountains to grow things. If you don't charge some money, are you going to let me drink from the northwest wind?"
Shan Lao spoke unceremoniously to Wu Ming's heart, and the dragon robe obediently floated out and landed in his palm. (To be continued)