Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 377
Wu Zhanzhan burst out laughing.Li Qingdong is the only one who has the nerve to say that he is thin-skinned?At such a young age, he is cheating and telling lies all over the place, and he is probably as shameless as the city walls.

Ding Ermiao rubbed his chin and said: "So... who is your master and your master's apprentice? Over the years, my master has also been to the Hong Kong government, but after asking many times, he never heard anything about the master. Any news about Bo and his descendants. My master thought that the first branch of Maoshan had just declined, and he often sighed."

Li Qingdong shook his head suddenly, and said: "My master is a low-key person, and never reveals his identity as a disciple of Maoshan outside. Moreover, my master doesn't let me say his name, but only asks me to report the name of the ancestor Lin Fengjiao, saying that he is his grandson That’s it.”

"Is your master so weird?" Wu Zhanzhan asked, "Is he still alive?"

"Dead." Li Qingdong shook his head again and said:
"Actually, I'm from the Mainland, and I've always made a living by fortune-telling. Ten years ago, I went to the Hong Kong government to make money, met my master, and became friends. Five years ago, before he died, the old guy put this abacus and several broken books together. Give me the book, and I will become a disciple of Maoshan..."

From Li Qingdong's tone, it seemed that he was very unhappy with his status as a disciple of Maoshan.

Wu Zhanzhan suddenly became wary, stared at Li Qingdong and said, "Then you came back this time for the sake of becoming the leader of Maoshan?"

Next year's Dragon Boat Festival will be the period of the Maoshan Competition held every 20 years. The three Maoshan branches will each send their successors to compete for the position of the leader of Maoshan.

Li Qingdong has been making a living in the Hong Kong government and cheating money. Returning now will naturally arouse Wu Zhanzhan's vigilance.

Because Wu Zhanzhan has long been holding his breath. In next year's competition, he will defeat the second successor of Maoshan, seize the seal of the Lingbao Master, become the leader of the Maoshan sect, and continue to be in charge of Xuyun Temple.

Ding Ermiao was already difficult to deal with, but now that there is another Li Qingdong who can pinch, count, and escape, Wu Zhanzhan feels pressured.

"Hey, may I ask Uncle Wu, I am also a disciple of Maoshan, do I have the qualifications to participate in the competition?" Li Qingdong said with a smile:

"Although Hong Kong is a prosperous place with gold everywhere. But if I want to make money, I have to run from house to house. I suddenly realized that if I could become the head of Maoshan and take over Xuyun Temple, I would make a fortune. I sit at home and fool people every day, counting money until my hands cramp!"

"You... In your eyes, the head of Maoshan is used to cheat money to make money?" Wu Zhanzhan was furious, and thought it was funny.

Ding Ermiao slapped Li Qingdong on the shoulder, making Li Qingdong stagger, and said: "Old liar, if you want to be the leader of Maoshan, you must pass me first. Come on, come on, let's make a gesture, uncle and nephew. I'll give you a hand! But let me tell you clearly, you have to be mentally prepared to be injured for a hundred days."

Li Qingdong hurriedly waved his hands and said with a smile: "Two junior uncles, I am just joking. At my age, with old arms and legs, can I beat you? The leader of Maoshan is not attractive to me either. I still have seven years of good life, and every day I open my eyes, I lose one day, so why do I need these false names?"

Wu Zhanzhan thought about it for a moment and realized that what Li Qingdong said made sense.How could an old man in his twilight years covet for the position of leader?
"Then what are you doing when you come back this time?" Ding Ermiao asked.

"Hey, I figured out that the two uncles were in trouble, so I came here to save you from the sea of ​​misery." Li Qingdong trimmed his beard, feeling proud.

Ding Ermiao raised his foot to kick him again, but Li Qingdong was so frightened that he hid behind Wu Zhanzhan.

"Uncle, don't hit me. I'll tell you the truth, okay? In fact, I come back often. When I came back five years ago, I even did something in the backyard of the Wantong wealthy family's villa. Uncle, you know that." Li Qingdong closed. With an old and rude expression, he said seriously:
"When I come back this time, one is to go through the immigration procedures for my wife and children and take them to live in Hong Kong; the other is to follow Master's last words, return to the mainland and find a successor. I only have seven years to live, and there are always things happening after my death. Let’s make arrangements, we can’t let Maoshan’s first branch break in my hands, right?”

Later, Li Qingdong briefly talked about his family situation and the process of learning from his master.Only then did Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan completely dispel their doubts about Li Qingdong.

It turns out that this old guy lives in Jinling City, with an old woman, three sons, and a lot of grandchildren at home...

"How come I can't move your abacus?" Ding Ermiao asked, holding up Li Qingdong's secret disk.

Li Qingdong quickly took the secret disk back, flicked it a few times, carefully wrapped it in black cloth, and put it into his backpack. Then he said: "Uncle Master, Zhu Bajie can move Sun Wukong's golden cudgel." ?"

"My uncle, you are just opening your mouth to take advantage of me. After all, I am also your uncle. How dare you call me Zhu Bajie!" Ding Ermiao was so angry that he chased Li Qingdong and kicked him.

"I'm making an analogy..." Li Qingdong hid behind Wu Zhanzhan again and said: "The three branches of Maoshan each have their own magical weapons. When they are passed on to disciples, the magical weapons need to identify their owners, and they cannot be used unless they belong to their owners. .Doesn’t the uncle know this truth?”

"I..., of course I know!" Ding Ermiao glared at Li Qingdong and said, "I'm testing you to see if you are a fake Maoshan disciple."

He said it brightly, but Ding Ermiao was wondering in his heart.The magical weapon recognizes its owner. Why didn't the master mention this to me?

When I brought ten thousand people down the mountain, I didn't go through any process of identifying my master or offering sacrifices. Didn't I just pick it up and use it?

Another thing that is very suspicious is that the third branch of Maoshan's Impermanence Cable and the first branch of the Tianji Disk are both magical weapons that have been passed down for thousands of years and are extremely powerful.

But his own Ten Thousand Killer was built by his master, and it only lasted for more than 100 years.When it comes to power and ingenuity, they are far inferior to the Impermanent Cable and Tianji Disk. What is the reason for this?
Could it be that the second branch of Maoshan where he is located doesn't have a powerful magic weapon handed down?
"That's right." Wu Zhanzhan also looked at Ding Ermiao in surprise and said, "Just like my Impermanence Rope, it's useless even if you hold it in your hands. It's not just you, even if my master takes it back now, You have to recognize the owner again before you can use it."

Ding Ermiao laughed and said: "Yes, yes, yes... In fact, my killing of ten thousand people also went through recognition of the master..."

Although it was a lie, Ding Ermiao thought it was more face-saving to say it this way.Otherwise, Li Qingdong and Wu Zhanzhan would laugh at themselves and say that they didn't know Maoshan's rules.

"Uncle Ding, you lied!" Li Qingdong trimmed his beard and laughed loudly, saying:

"The Ten Thousand Slasher in your hand can only be regarded as a killing weapon, at most half a magical weapon. The real second magical weapon of Maoshan is not the broken sword in your hand at all!"

(End of this chapter)