Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 132: Don’t ask for fate, it’s not what I want

In the teahouse, Zhou Li looked at the dead man's knife in front of him with admiration in his eyes, and modestly pressed his hand to signal the other person not to scream.

"Master Zhou is indeed Chi You among men."

After learning what kind of vicious poison was in this bag, Dead Man's Sword felt that the other party was not a monster, which was a great loss to the monster world.He sat upright, as if facing a good teacher, and said respectfully:
"With this bag of poisonous powder from you, I can kill the Imperial Forest Army as easily as if I were picking something out of a bag!"

"That's fine."

Zhou Li nodded and Feng Qingyun said calmly: "Don't let Madam down."

"I will remember it next."

Nodding, Dead Man's Sword solemnly said: "I will never let down your teachings, and I vow to carry out poisonous sneak attacks in an upright manner."

"As long as you know."

Zhou Li stood up happily, patted the dead man's knife on the shoulder, and said to him: "Get ready, we will attack the camp in a quarter of an hour, do you want me to go with you?"

"Don't don't."

Dead Man's Sword was horrified and said: "You can't put yourself in danger. I can do this dirty work."

"alright."

Zhou Li showed a look of embarrassment, hesitantly said: "I'm not here, can you do it alone?"

"Ah."

Hearing this, Dead Man's Knife chuckled.Then he pulled out the broken knife and waved it out of thin air. Suddenly, two ghostly ghostly figures appeared in front of him.

"Madam gave me a demon puppet. The golden demon puppet's body is like gold and iron, invulnerable to weapons and bullets. The fire demon puppet controls fire with both hands and breathes miasma. Coupled with my sword skills, as long as they cannot form an army, I will be enough."

"Then you are not afraid that the demon puppet will be killed and your soul will be broken?"

Zhou Li frowned and said worriedly: "To control a puppet, you need to have a soul attached to it. What if the enemy forces allocate their forces to concentrate on destroying your soul?"

Faced with Zhou Li's worries, Dead Man's Knife only felt that although the other party was an insect among humans, he still cared about his own people.He smiled and said confidently:
"To be honest, Mr. Zhou, although I say I am a monster, in fact, I am more like a zombie. Back then, I fought against the six monsters of Mount Tai, killed five monsters, and finally died together with the Laoshan monster. It happened that my wife was passing by here and killed the six monsters. The demon's demon energy penetrated into my body, and then used the molten mountain demon's body to reshape me, and this created my dead knife."

Pointing to his head, Dead Man's Sword lowered his voice and said softly:

"So, I don't actually have a soul. I rely entirely on the molten mountain bead wrapped in paste in my brain to move. As long as the molten mountain bead is still there, I can control the demon puppet with the soul of the six demons. Even if the demon puppet is injured, the most it can do is throw it away. It’s just a soul lost, don’t worry about it.”

"I see···"

Zhou Li nodded in sudden realization, and then said with a relieved face: "In that case, I'm relieved, you can go ahead."

"it is good!"

Standing up and looking at Zhou Li, who had great or even ninety percent trust in him, Dead Man Sword bowed and saluted, and said proudly: "Please wait for the good news!"

"Sir, I'll give you a celebration drink in lieu of tea!"

Zhou Li was generous and toasted to each other.

"Ah."

Dead Man's Sword chuckled, shook his head, Feng Qingyun said calmly:
"Let's pour the wine, and come as soon as you go."

After finishing speaking, Dead Man Knife turned over and jumped out of the window, disappearing into the vast night.

Looking at the hot tea that was still warm in his hand, a faint smile gradually appeared on Zhou Li's face.Then he put the teacup aside, stretched, and walked downstairs unsteadily.

"Bill, please."

Arranging the copper plates in a row on the counter, Zhou Li looked at the old scholar who was secretly drinking mead, and smiled helplessly: "Can you be any more miserable? Now you have to secretly drink other people's wine."

"What is stealing?"

Raising his head, the old scholar said angrily: "This is called a gentleman borrowing things. How does a gentleman learn the art of borrowing things?"

"You can expand the six arts to 68 arts, which is also a unique skill."

Zhou Li folded his arms, leaned on the counter, and said, "I've finished using this deadly knife. How about you give me a move?" "You still want me to give you a move?"

After rolling his eyes at Zhou Li and taking a sip of mead, the old scholar shook his head and said:

"This Dead Man's Knife is nothing more than a demon body and a human soul. At the same time, the bead in the brain maintains the balance between the human and the demon. You can easily kill him by chopping off his head, destroying the bead, or completely exposing his body to the sun."

"You can't make a move?"

Zhou Li asked curiously.

"It's more practical to find a Taoist priest than to find me."

After hearing the old scholar's words, Zhou Li had a strange look in his eyes.He shook his head, as if he was worried about something, and said softly: "No... I can't have too much involvement with her."

"Then you still let her live in your house?"

Facing the surprised old scholar, Zhou Li shook his head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "My sister was going crazy at the time. If I said there were not enough rooms in the house, she would have to move to the first floor to make room for Zhuge Qing. What could I do? manage?"

"Ah."

Looking at the helpless expression on Zhou Li's face, the old scholar laughed.He shook his head and sighed: "Coward."

"What's better."

Zhou Li just said a word, and then ran out without looking back, leaving only the stunned pedant holding the wine glass, motionless.

"One runs fast, and the other walks silently."

After pinching a handful of jasmine seeds, he looked at Zhuge Qing, who had appeared beside him at some point. The old scholar raised the wine bottle to signal, and then asked with a smile:

"Isn't Taoist Zhuge ready to slay demons?"

"Of course it is."

Nodding, Zhuge Qing said calmly: "But if I take action, I'm afraid things will come to an abrupt end."

"What Donor Xiao Zhou wants is not to simply kill monsters, but to kill people's hearts."

"You see clearly."

The old pedant looked at Zhuge Qing curiously, then rubbed his chin, and asked, "But Zhou Li seems to reject you..."

"It should be because of Fairy Taoyao's incident."

With a chuckle, Zhuge Qing's eyes showed rare tenderness, and he said softly: "I didn't expect Mr. Zhou to be so caring about his sister, and he didn't even ask me for help."

"normal."

The old scholar who was not surprised by this shook his head and said calmly: "This kid doesn't even look down on the emperor for his sister. You seem to be a threat to his sister now, of course he will be afraid."

"Then I will speak clearly with Mr. Zhou to resolve the misunderstanding between each other."

The Taoist robe was fluttering slightly, and Zhuge Qing smiled slightly and said, "I have no dissatisfaction with Fairy Taoyao."

"This kid is very smart and extremely cautious."

The old scholar fiddled with the tea cup and said without raising his head: "There is a high probability that he will not believe you."

"My master has taught me since I was a child that fate cannot be forced."

Zhuge Qing was still looking calm and calm, and the large Taoist robe did not look bulky on her body. It only made the woman look like the crescent moon in the sky, cold and unattainable.

"But, I don't believe it."

"I think I am very strong, so I will force my fate with Mr. Zhou."

I can't miss such interesting people and things so easily.

(End of this chapter)