"Congratulations to fellow Taoist for gaining a good disciple."
An extremely slight, feeble and soft voice sounded faintly.
Ji Hao stood up and looked towards where the sound came from. Under an ancient pine tree more than ten feet away, a middle-aged Taoist with long hair and bare feet was leaning against the ancient pine, as if he hadn't eaten enough. Looking here feebly.
The Taoist was born with yellow skin and thin skin. The burlap gown hung on his thin body and made a "clatter" sound when the wind blew. He holds a bamboo stick in his left hand, with a few sparse bamboo branches swaying on the bamboo joints, and a dozen bamboo leaves hanging on it. This bamboo stick was also like this Taoist, yellow-skinned, thin, sickly, and completely listless.
Taoist Yu Yu looked at the Taoist with cold eyes and said nothing, while the Taoist looked at Ji Hao and praised softly: "You are really a good disciple, a good disciple! Even if you are less than a hundred years old, your Taoist magic power can compare with those who have worked hard for thousands of years in the field!" "
Ji Hao raised his eyebrows. Taoist Yu Yu's accomplishments are actually as good as those of ordinary practitioners who have worked hard for thousands of years
The soul is manifested outside, able to wander freely outside the body, and is not afraid of the strong wind or the sun. Ji Hao knows that this state should be amazing, but he really doesn't know that it will cost some people It takes thousands of years of hard work to reach this level.
Taoist Yu Yu put his palms on his knees, patted his knees lightly with both hands, and shouted in a cold voice: "What does it have to do with you that a poor Taoist trains his own disciples?"
Turning his hand, he took out the wine jar that Ji Hao had just brought. Taoist Yu Yu pulled out the stopper and drank the wine with a gulp. He wiped the corners of his mouth with satisfaction, looked at the Taoist coldly and shouted: "This little apprentice of Pindao is filial, capable, and so smart. Pindao is willing to train him! Are you saying this with envy or jealousy? Woolen cloth?"
Ji Hao and Abao looked at the wine jar in Taoist Yu Yu's hand at the same time, and rolled their eyes at each other - Master, what about the three days of abstinence from alcohol you agreed on? Is this the beginning of quitting
The Taoist gently shook the bamboo stick in his hand and said with a sad face: "It's not envy, not jealousy, but sadness. With the great power of Taoist friends, it is reasonable to spend some effort to cultivate such a good disciple. It's just pity for the poor. A disciple of Tao..."
As soon as the bamboo stick shook, Ji Hao saw countless phantoms of bamboo sticks pressing over him one after another. A terrible pressure came over him. Ji Hao's body was shaken, and suddenly everything was pitch black. Except for the bamboo shadows all over the sky, he could no longer see anything. to anything.
Despair, boundless despair struck. In addition, all Ji Hao's emotions, anger, sorrow, and perception were completely cut off.
With such a strong sense of despair, Ji Hao's newly born soul suddenly became exhausted and was about to collapse due to boundless despair.
An angry scolding came, and a sword cry woke up Ji Hao's soul. The endless bamboo shadows in all directions shattered. Ji Hao suddenly opened his eyes in shock, only to feel that his whole body was sticky and covered with cold sweat.
Taoist Yu Yu held a clear and flawless blue sword light, chasing the Taoist like a mad tiger and hacking at random.
The Taoist's expression was solemn, and his steps were mysterious. His movements seemed slow, but they contained endless mysteries. He leaned left and right, narrowly avoiding Taoist Yu Yu's sword light that seemed to be hacking at random.
The two of them were chasing and escaping, dodging and slashing, moving and changing within a radius of several feet.
Ji Hao just glanced at the two figures, and suddenly felt as if there were endless ancient stars crashing down on his face. Countless mysteries filled his soul, until his soul almost burst, and he almost lost a mouthful of blood. Spit it out.
Every seemingly crude movement of Taoist Yu Yu and that Taoist contains infinite secrets. Ji Hao's current level of cultivation cannot bear even the slightest trace of the secrets revealed by any of their movements.
Ji Hao turned his head hastily, not daring to watch the two men's movements.
The two of them chased and escaped for three to five breaths. Suddenly, Abao, who was standing aside, let out a soft shout and reached the Taoist's side in a flash. His right hand was like a copper hammer and he punched out lightly.
Ji Hao couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw this punch. In Abao's punch, Ji Hao could faintly see a trace of the 'Open Sky Blow'.
However, Abao's attack was obviously not as mysterious as the Opening Sky attack taught by Xuying, but it contained some of Abao's own understanding of the way of heaven, and the mystery in it was different from the Opening Sky attack.
The fist mark flashed, and with a bang, the Taoist was punched on the shoulder by Abao.
The Taoist's gloomy expression finally changed slightly, a trace of anger emerged, and he hit Ah Bao with a backhand palm.
Abao snorted coldly, and punched him with a simple punch without dodging. He heard a muffled sound. The Taoist's body did not move at all, while Abao's body trembled slightly and took three steps back.
Ji Hao's eyes widened in shock. Is Abao's cultivation so strong
The Taoist who was able to match up with Taoist Yuyu struck out with one palm, but Abao only took three steps back
With a sound of 'chila', the Taoist punched A Bao and slapped A Bao again. A crack finally appeared in his flawless movements. Taoist Yu Yu's long sword fell, and a chi-long gash was opened on Taoist's left sleeve. The sword light even grazed his wrist, cutting a half-inch long wound.
After succeeding with the sword, Taoist Yuyu put away his sword and retreated, clasping his hands in his sleeves and sneering continuously.
The Taoist looked at the wound on his wrist with a sad face, and saw that the skin and flesh inside the wound were as moist and shiny as glass, and a strange scent of lotus came out of the wound. With a sigh, the wound on the Taoist's wrist healed quickly, leaving no trace.
"I haven't been injured for a long time." The Taoist straightened up his waist, which had always been a little sluggish, and looked at Taoist Yu Yu with squinted eyes.
"Pindao can make your injury worse." Taoist Yu Yu gritted his teeth and chuckled, and the fingers in his sleeves beat rapidly like cramps: "You know, Pindao has an old problem of itchy hands. !”
The Taoist fell silent immediately. After a while, he glanced at A Bao and sneered: "You two masters and apprentices worked together to hurt Pindao with just one sword, which is not considered a skill."
Taoist Yu Yu smiled brighter and brighter. He blinked his eyes and said in a very malicious provocation: "Nacheng, Pindao and Abao join forces, you call ten or eight direct disciples over, let's have a big fight! Who loses? , how about everyone crawl back to their home dojo on all fours?"
The Taoist was silent again.
He took a deep look at A Bao and said with a sad face: "I am a poor Taoist disciple. I can't find anyone who can deal with Taoist A Bao, so there is no need to try."
Taoist Yu Yu smiled so hard that both rows of white teeth were exposed: "Try it, maybe one of your disciples will suddenly make great progress in Taoism? Maybe some of them, even Pindao, will not be their opponent." ? Try it, why not give it a try?"
The Taoist's face became more and more sad. He glanced at Taoist Yuyu faintly and said calmly: "Let's talk about serious things!"
Taoist Yu Yu's smile faded and he said calmly: "Say!"
(End of chapter)