"Wait a minute!" Lao Song twisted щww{][lā}
The ugly young man paused for a moment, then continued walking.
Lao Song hurriedly asked: "Who are you?"
"Zhao Dahe!" The ugly young man waved his hand and continued to walk further away from him.
Old Song said in a deep voice: "What are the conditions?"
Chu Li stopped, turned around and looked over: "White Tiger Magic!"
Lao Song secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not going to deal with the young master.
Then he became cautious again, why did he ask for the White Tiger Magic Skill from him? Apparently he knew about his relationship with the young master and hid the young master himself.
Chu Li said lightly: "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to deal with Zheng Yanwu."
Lao Song finally concluded that he knew that the young master was hiding in his home.
Chu Li said: "What I want is the complete White Tiger Magic Skill. If you can get it, I will exchange it for the Rejuvenation Pill!"
"How do I know you're not lying to me?" Lao Song said.
His heart was beating hard.
Of course he knew the name of the Rejuvenation Pill, a unique medicine of the Holy Sect of Light that could restore martial arts.
If it were an ordinary disciple, it would be impossible to obtain this elixir. Zhao Dahe was a genius among geniuses and a person who was cultivated and protected by the Holy Sect of Light. It was not surprising that he had a rejuvenation elixir.
If he could take the rejuvenation pill, he would be able to return to martial arts that he had lost for many years, and his lifespan would suddenly become more than two hundred years old, or even three hundred years old. For him who only had a few years to live, it would be an irresistible temptation.
Chu Li said: "I, Zhao Dahe, will never break my promise. You can inquire about my reputation! ... Besides, it's just a rejuvenation pill, so it's not a big deal!"
"You will kill me to silence me." Old Song said in a deep voice.
Chu Li glanced at him sideways and said coldly: "Why do you want to silence you? If I don't learn the White Tiger Magic Skill secretly, the White Tiger Sect will spare me? I learned the White Tiger Magic Skill secretly, what can the White Tiger Sect do to me? I'm afraid it will be leaked out. It's you instead, right?"
Lao Song was speechless and nodded slowly.
Although the young master went down the mountain privately and violated the centuries-old rule that martial arts masters are not allowed to walk in the martial arts world and disturb the world, and will be punished by the sect and lose their martial arts skills, but if Zhao Dahe kills the young master, the sect will never let it go and will definitely come back with revenge.
Then he realized that the young master was not dead, but he had already regarded him as a dead person!
"Do you have the complete technique of White Tiger Divine Art?" Chu Li said lightly.
"Yes!" Old Song said solemnly.
Chu Li took a deep look at him and found that Lao Song was not lying and indeed had the complete White Tiger Magic Skill.
"Do you want to exchange?" Chu Li took out a jade bottle from his arms and poured out a snow-white pill. Suddenly, a knife as thin as a cicada's wing appeared between his fingers. With a slight stroke, the pill was divided into two. .
Chu Li threw him half a pill: "Take this, and take the remaining half within a quarter of an hour so that the potency will not be dispersed!"
Old Song took it and stared at half of the strange pill, his face uncertain.
Chu Li didn't urge him, just looked at him with a smile.
Old Song was struggling fiercely in his heart. One moment, he couldn't betray the White Tiger Sect and couldn't reveal the White Tiger's magical power. The other moment, he only had a few years to live, and the sect couldn't help him recover his martial arts.
After a few breaths, the desire to survive was overwhelming. He closed his eyes and swallowed the pill.
Suddenly, a wave of fresh air circulated in the internal organs, and then rushed into the Dantian.
The dry meridians seemed to have regained their warmth, and there was a faint heat in the Dantian, as if a seed was about to burst out of the ground at any time, but it never came out. This feeling made him anxious and longing.
Chu Li smiled and said, "But is it true?"
"Follow me!" Old Song said solemnly.
Chu Li nodded with satisfaction: "If you don't play tricks, I can give you the remaining half at any time."
"Don't worry!" Old Song said slowly.
The two returned to his house and got into the study.
Lao Song took out a thick collection of poems from the bookshelf and handed it to him: "The formula and the White Tiger Picture Book are both in it. My painting skills may be average and I can't have both form and spirit."
Chu Lixun looked through it and found a total of nine pictures of white tigers, as well as a formula of nearly a hundred words.
He thought thoughtfully, these nine diagrams were different from the White Tiger Refining Yang Diagram, but they were vaguely related, and these formulas were profound and difficult, which made him frown.
"Is this the initiation method used in your martial arts inheritance?" Chu Li said.
"Yes." Old Song nodded: "The nine pictures use the method of initiation."
"Practice it once and let me see." Chu Li said.
Although Lao Song wondered why he wanted to watch him practice, and he couldn't see the things in his mind, he didn't disobey him. The quarter of an hour was about to pass, and the feeling of excitement in his Dantian was getting weaker and weaker. If the medicine didn't keep up, he wouldn't do it. Want to resume martial arts.
At the last moment, he became more eager and unable to resist Chu Li's request.
He then sat on the couch and began to exercise, and the nine pictures of white tigers appeared in his mind one by one.
Chu Li saw what he was thinking in his mind and nodded secretly. This old Song was really honest. He really handed over the White Tiger Magic to him and did not play tricks or take advantage of the opportunity to harm himself.
"That's enough." Chu Li said.
Old Song opened his eyes with a complicated expression: "Actually, it's useless to know the White Tiger Magic Skill. The formula is difficult. The White Tiger Sect has huge and complicated practice notes. Without the practice notes of these senior masters, even if you get the formula, you can't understand or practice."
Chu Li said: "You don't need to worry about this. Come on, this is the other half."
He threw the remaining half of the pill to Lao Song.
Old Song hesitated, looked at him, and put it in his mouth.
He was also worried that Chu Li might be playing tricks on the pills. He was not a master of heaven and earth and had no dangerous intuition. Even if it was poisonous, he would not be able to detect it in advance.
But now, he had no choice but to take a gamble on Chu Li's character.
A stream of fresh air entered the internal organs, and then gathered in the Dantian. The aura that was about to move suddenly expanded, like a seed breaking out of the ground. A trace of internal energy condensed in the Dantian, and finally became more and more intense. From acquired master, to Xiantian, and then to Tianwaitian. .
"Bang!" His clothes moved automatically in the wind, and his snow-white beard and eyebrows fluttered as if he were in a strong wind.
Chu Li looked at him with a smile.
Lao Song opened his eyes, and the light shone like real substance.
Chu Li clasped his fists: "Congratulations!"
Lao Song clasped his fists hard, feeling indescribably grateful.
He didn't expect Chu Li to keep his promise so much.
Chu Li said: "For the sake of our happy transaction, I will give you a word."
"Please tell me!" Old Song said in a deep voice.
Chu Li said: "Leave here, lest the White Tiger Sect will be angry with you. The world is so big that there is nowhere you can't go!"
Lao Song frowned and looked at him.
Chu Li said lightly: "Because you were a cripple before, the senior Holy Cult did not take your life!"
Old Song shook his head: "I will not abandon the young master!"
"He's dead!" Chu Li clasped his fists and floated away.
He appeared in Gale Helm and when he came to the two women's house, he saw a middle-aged and beautiful woman healing the two women's injuries.
The two women sat side by side on the couch, and a beautiful middle-aged woman sat behind them. She pressed her palm on the back of one of them, and her face was filled with white steam.
Chu Li sat aside and watched without disturbing.
After a cup of tea, the middle-aged woman closed her hands and opened her bright eyes to look at him.
Chu Li clasped his fists: "This senior is..."
"This is Senior Uncle Zeng Hua." Li Ruolan opened her bright eyes and said.
Chu Li said: "Uncle Zeng is here to help us, right?"
Zeng Hua said calmly: "I was ordered to take Zheng Yanwu's life, not to help you." (To be continued.)