Cultivation Is Like This Chapter 210

   Chapter 210 Flickering and lame

   "No way, isn't my brother surnamed Zhu? Does anyone in Wu Zhou dare to touch him?"

   "No one dared to move 800 years ago, but now it can't be done. A group of turtle grandchildren, the price has dropped too much."

   The talking old man has messy gray hair, half of the goatee is long and the other is short, and his gray robe is full of greasy stains.

   Kou Shuang.

  The night of the Demon Cultivation Trade Fair, black and white evils slaughtered the audience, only three survived, the other two Lu Bei and Zhu Qilan.

After    left the venue, Kou Shuang had a hard time thinking about it. Nowhere in the world of immortals was safe. To get to the bottom of the reason, it was not his fault, but that everyone was too strong.

   Find a place where few practitioners walk, and he will be safe.

  Then the question is, is there a place where Wuzhou has a lower level of cultivation than Ningzhou?

  Yes, Dongwang County, which lowered the level of Ningzhou.

  So, Kou Shuang came to Dongwang County, and after a lot of calculations, he succeeded in flicking to the master and became his little uncle who had been separated for many years.

  Anyone who can become a master will definitely not be stupid, but Kou Shuang is too good at calculating, and a few small secrets are answered like a stream.

   During the days of living in Xuanying Mountain, Kou Shuang had enough of his uncle's addiction. Except for the two cameo appearances of "Master" during the period, there were people waiting for food and drink during the rest of the time, and the gray robe was a bit more greasy.

   What makes him most happy is that he found his chance here, a disciple of the reincarnation of an immortal, and the inheritance is expected, which is a great blessing in life.

   However, Tuer is good in everything, except for one thing, the name is too long.

   Tornadoes destroy your parking lot. .

   "Master, where are we going now?"

   "Ningzhou can't stay for the time being. Your senior brother is very likely to confess to us. Go somewhere else to avoid the limelight, and then count as a senior brother for you." Kou Shuang said.

   "Well, listen to Master."

  The tornado destroys your parking lot and his eyes shine. The world is so big, he has long wanted to go out and see.

   is also unlucky. On the first day of building the number, he was born in the wild, and he was taken away by passing bandits before he took two steps. With a blank piece of paper and a pen, he was asked to write a letter to his family.

  It's a pity, he is just a player, a local NPC relative.

   His tough and uncooperative attitude attracted strong onlookers from the bandits. He had three meals a day, no meals, and all beats.

  Although because of the game's protection mechanism, his fists and feet are completely painless, just like scratching an itch, but he is here for fun, not for abuse.

   This number is dead!

   The whiteboard account that was just built is not distressed if he loses it. He even thought about the ID of the new account. The parking lot will kill your tornado.

   Just when he was about to go offline, a sloppy old man came to him, and the two sides hit it off and established a master-apprentice relationship on the spot.

   In the eyes of others, Kou Shuang is a bit neurotic and crazy all day long, but in his eyes, Kou Shuang is the master of the world described in the novel.

  This hairstyle, this beard, this pulpy robe, and the smell on his head, all the people in the world are drunk and I am alone, and the masters of the world have not run away.

   Kou Shuang's performance didn't disappoint him either, he never misses if he can pinch him, the only thing that's not good is that he likes to pretend too much.

   Saying that half of it is kept and half of it is kept, and Kou Shuang is asked for fortune-telling. There is a 50% risk of stepping on a thunder.

   Fortunately, it was not a big problem. Kou Shuang, one of his disciples, patted his chest and said that he would teach him how to predict fate when he remembered how to practice the exercises.

   "Hurry up, the sand sculptures outside are all level 20 foundations."

  The tornado destroyed your parking lot and whispered in a low voice, thinking of the sneak attack in the middle of the night, and my heart was filled with joy.

  Unfortunately, he is still a blank slate, otherwise he will not let go of this wave of killing experience.

   The two went down the mountain and walked away. In the east, an ordinary passerby passed through Dongwang County and came to the edge of the Xuanying Mountains.

   Into the eyes, the green mountains are continuous, and the mountains and plains are full of lush and shady trees, green and steep, and wild flowers against the background.

  In addition to the main peak standing upright, a mountain range is green and shady, and it is full of elegance and fun. It is a good place for outings.

   It is said that 80 miles to the west, there are water channels running through the mountains, and the fishermen will also like it.

   "The mountain is nice..."

  Lu Bei pouted slightly, not sure if it was an illusion, he felt that the top of the mountain had more spiritual energy than Sanqingfeng.

  Xuanying Mountains is not a high mountain, the undulations of the mountains are relatively gentle, only the main peak has many strange rocks, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack.

   Halfway up the mountain, the cottage guards the only path for climbing.

  If there are a large number of officers and soldiers to encircle and suppress, the bandits can calmly evacuate along the back mountain trail, break up into pieces and spread over the vast mountains, and return after the officers and soldiers have left.

  If the officers and soldiers who encircled and suppressed them were just pretending, the bandits would stay behind closed doors and acted with them.

   This was before, now is different.

  Since the bandit leader Ma Feiwei hired a master surnamed Zhu, and everyone made money together to earn money, the small life of the bandits became more and more comfortable.

The sky has not yet darkened, and the crimson light is in the air. In the open space in front of the cottage hall, braziers and torches are lit, and several large pots are simmering the broth. The bandits are feasting. They are all drinking in big bowls.

  In the hall, two chairs were wrapped in tiger skins.

  The bandit leader Ma Feiwei and Master Zhu were sitting on the left and right. One was tall and strong, with rough and sturdy facial features, while the other had a big shoulder and a round waist.

   "Master, I will do it first as a respect."

   "Okay, you're done, I'm free." The master raised his hand and touched the wine glass, his eyes never leaving the ledger in front of him.

   Ma Fei was not annoyed when he saw this. The bandits thought that the master was invited by him. In fact, on the contrary, he was able to escape from prison and become bigger and stronger, all thanks to the master.

   Moreover, the master's cultivation base is higher than him, and if he really starts, the master can easily send him back to prison.

   Ma Feiwei didn't care about his identity as a puppet, but he was actually a dogleg. The Zhu family in Dongwang County covered the sky with one hand, and many people couldn't find a way to be their dogleg.

   A bandit walked quickly into the hall and reported: "Master, I have also searched Houshan, but I didn't see Uncle Master and his old man."

   "Don't care about him, he's rambling, maybe he'll come out by himself tomorrow."

   Master Zhu shook his head slightly. Speaking of this little uncle who had been separated for many years, he had to sigh with emotion that the years were a pig-killing knife, and he didn't recognize him at first sight.

   "I don't know where this old boy learned the art of divination, he's quite convincing."

   Master Zhu muttered to himself, and Ma Feiwei said to him, "Master, the uncle has disappeared, shouldn't he be running away?"

   "What are you talking about, Xuanyin Si is nothing more than a dog raised by the Zhu family, what is there to be afraid of, they dare to bite the master!"

   Master Zhu shook his head disdainfully. Compared with Xuanyin Division's sneak attack, what shocked him more was the reincarnated immortal, who died and lived, lived and died, just like a monster.

"But…"

"It doesn't matter, I sent a letter to my family. After a little bit of management there, I will soon be able to reach Ziwei's relationship. If Ziwei speaks, the puppy below will not dare to make trouble." Master Zhu didn't talk nonsense, and directly gave Ma Fei was fed a reassurance pill.

   When mentioning Ziwei, Master Zhu exclaimed that he was unlucky.

   Originally, there were three Purple Guards in Ningzhou, and the Dongwangfu had a good relationship with them, and they had contacts during New Years and festivals. With this relationship, no matter the big or small matter, Xuanyin Si will turn one eye and close the other, and bring the ball to Emperor Jizong.

The emperor's side is even simpler. The head of Ningzhou's godfather is surnamed Zhu, and he is a proper family member. As long as the Dongwangfu does not engage in rebellious transactions, it is basically a reprimand. Even if there is punishment, it will not hurt or move the bones. .

   There are people on both sides, so it is foolproof.

  Who would have thought that this year, the Xuanyin Division of Ningzhou had a great personnel transfer. One Ziwei was transferred a year ago, and the remaining two were transferred to the capital after a year.

   And the two new purple guards...

   It is said that one of the commoners who made outstanding achievements and climbed up step by step from the grassroots level, the other has a relationship in the capital, was favored by His Majesty, and was directly promoted to Ziwei by an imperial decree.

  Dongwang Mansion after some deliberation, decided to pull the relationship of the latter first. The former was born in a low-end and was originally a troublemaker. This kind of person generally has a hatred of the rich and is not easy to contact for the time being.

   After a while, when people fall, everyone will have a common topic.

   The latter Ziwei is not the same. The status class is destined for everyone to go all the way, and it is easy to join forces.

   "How long will it take to get in touch with that Ziwei?" Ma Feiwei asked.

   "Come on, someone has already been sent to give the welcome gift." Master Zhu took the ledger and replied casually.

   "How come I don't know about this?"

  Lu Beiqi was surprised, and walked out of the side door screen, ignoring the horror on the faces of the two, and took out the token: "Xuanyin Si Ziwei, the two of you have happened, you can only live one, you can do it yourself."

  Before he came to the cottage, he walked around the mountain and thought too much, there was no dragon formation here.

  In this case, you don't need to keep a low profile, just show your identity and take someone directly.

   As he spoke, Lu Bei glanced at Master Zhu. In the middle stage of holding pill realm, the Great Perfection was not. Is this also called unfathomable?

   He shook his head slightly, telling the dead soldiers to be more cautious, but not letting them be so cautious.

   It's all the player's fault, it's only been a few days, and even the dead men who are not afraid of death have been infected by them.

   Ma Feiwei was shocked and was about to raise a knife to cut someone. Hearing Lu Bei's self-reporting, the tiger's body was shocked, his arms were lowered, and his eyes were turned to Master Zhu.

   Master Zhu was also stunned for a moment, then he cupped his hands and smiled and said, "It turns out that Your Excellency is Lord Lu, who has been looking up for a long time, and is under Zhu Minhong, a member of the Eastern Palace."

   Revise the law, respect and teach, and the state will prosper.

   Poetry is Min Chong, Jiacheng Yujin.

  The lineage of the royal family has been passed down to this day, and the cultivation of immortals is correct. Emperor Wuzhou is only in the generation of 'Qi'. The Dongwangfu has been stunned to the point of being a great grandson per capita. It can be seen how thoroughly this lineage has fallen.

Lu Bei bowed his hands in return, never forgetting the politeness of treating people, and said politely: "Have you finished, let's start, I don't have many shackles on my body, so I can only take one of them. Make up your mind."

   "Lu Ziwei, the king of Xiadong..."

   "I know, so what?"

  Lu Bei waved his hand: "Don't say that you are a king of the East, the emperor's sister is here, and Lu Mou also fights when he says he wants to, and sleeps when he says he sleeps. What kind of arrogance do you put me on!"

   (end of this chapter)

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