Zhutian: Everything starts from becoming a disciple of Uncle Jiu!

Chapter 597: Reverse Training and Stealing the Secrets of Heaven!
"I didn't expect Master Mao to be called Little Butterfly!"

Director Song stood at the door of the security team, and couldn't help laughing as he watched Mao Xiaofang and the other man leave. But suddenly he was stunned, and with an expression as if he had eaten a fly, he turned around and walked into the security team.

The reason was simple, because he suddenly remembered that last year, when Yi Xiaolong and others came to Gantian Town to perform,
He seems, maybe, should, probably...

I also sent someone to inquire who played the role of the little butterfly who sang very well at the end of the troupe.

Not to mention Director Song’s complicated mood and the fact that the little butterfly he loved in the past turned out to be a man, as well as Mao Xiaofang’s complicated emotions.

Not far away, on the street,
Uncle Sheng, who was walking to the inn, looked at Mao Xiaofang who was following him with disdain and disgust: "Don't follow me, it's not like I don't know the way."

It's not that he hates Mao Xiaofang, it's just that there is no harm without comparison. Compared with Zhao Zheng, a well-behaved junior who is filial to his elders, his apprentice Mao Xiaofang is simply too bad.
No, not too bad.

It is the worst, very bad!!
"Yes, master!"

Mao Xiaofang nodded respectfully, but he really didn't want to follow. Uncle Sheng glared at him and said, "I told you not to follow, but you really didn't. Why didn't you leave when I thought I didn't want you to be my disciple?"

"???"

"Compared to A Zheng, you are far behind..."

Uncle Sheng looked at Mao Xiaofang with a look of disgust as he lowered his head and kept silent. For no reason, he snorted with disgust and walked towards the inn where his troupe was.

After walking along the street for a while, Uncle Sheng looked at Gantian Town, which had become more prosperous and wealthy than when he came to save the day last year, that is, to help his apprentice.

Looking at Mao Xiaofang who was being greeted warmly by the townspeople behind him, he asked with a frown as the number of people decreased.

"What kind of person is Director Song?"

"Hmm? Director Song is a nice guy!"

Mao Xiaofang didn't quite understand why Uncle Sheng suddenly asked this, but he thought about it and answered, which made Uncle Sheng frown.

"How about you help me push this play... Never mind, after all, this is a show of filial piety from A Zheng, so I won't push it..."

Uncle Sheng talked to himself. After he finished speaking, he frowned and looked at Mao Xiaofang who was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized something. He couldn't help but ask: "Little Butterfly, you don't really think that Director Song wants to pray for his son and daughter-in-law, right?"

"..."

I don't really think that

That’s what I think!

Mao Xiaofang lowered his head and muttered to himself. Uncle Sheng looked at Mao Xiaofang with disgust and said with contempt in his eyes.

"Why are you still as dumb as when you were a kid learning to sing opera? You're so grown up, but you still can't see things as clearly as an old man like me. Aren't you ashamed? Don't ever say you're my apprentice again!"

"..."

"Forget it. I don't want to talk about you. Come on, tell me about your apprentice Ah Chu. Did he come back to admit his mistakes?"

"Achu, he..."

Mao Xiaofang spoke with a helpless look on his face. The two of them talked as they walked, and Lei Gang in the dark frowned slightly.

"Why is this old guy here..."

He had seen Uncle Sheng. Last year, when Yi Xiaolong's troupe got into trouble, it was Uncle Sheng and his men who came to rescue the situation.

It was precisely because he had seen and knew Uncle Sheng's identity that Lei Gang frowned, because he felt that something was a bit troublesome.

Of course, he was not afraid of Uncle Sheng, but of the Lin family behind Uncle Sheng, or in other words, the Lin family behind Mao Xiaofang.
The Lin Family of Maoshan!!

After all, everyone in the cult world knows that the Lin family occupies half of Mount Mao. He can fight Mao Xiaofang to the death because he knows that Mao Xiaofang is not the kind of person who would complain and ask for help. But now that Uncle Sheng, an old hand who has traveled all over the country for many years, has come, things are no longer certain.

Who knows if Uncle Sheng will complain?
"Dad, let's just forget it..."

Lei Xiu, who had been following Lei Gang, couldn't help but say this. Lei Gang turned around with a cold face when he heard this.

"You...are you asking me to forget it?"

"No...it's just, Dad, I'm just wondering if you really have to take back Fuxi Hall?" Lei Xiu said puzzledly.

"Of course, Fuxi Hall originally belonged to me. Mao Xiaofang just deceived my father, so my father passed Fuxi Hall to him!"

Lei Gang said with a cold and ugly expression. Lei Xiu bit her lip and said, "But... Dad, are you sure you can deal with Master Mao... Mao Xiaofang and A Zheng?"

"Mao Xiaofang is nothing to be afraid of, but A Zheng..."

Lei Gang paused and frowned. It sounded strange. He could see how strong Mao Xiaofang was, but he couldn't see the upper limit of Zhao Zheng's strength!
If you say that Zhao Zheng is very strong, he doesn't feel he is that strong. But if you say he is weak, when he thinks of the scene that night when Zhao Zheng easily summoned the Queen Mother and broke the gargoyle's spell with the help of Qimen, he feels that Zhao Zheng is not weak.

At least, in terms of attainments in Qimen, Zhao Zheng is the most powerful and strongest practitioner he has ever seen!
"Dad, why don't we go back to Nanyang..."

Seeing Lei Gang lost in thought, Lei Xiu couldn't help but persuade him again, but all he got in return was a cold snort from Lei Gang.

"Why, you don't want to help me?"

"I'm not, I just..."

"Okay, A Xiu, don't worry, Dad will make arrangements..." Looking at Lei Xiu's pitiful appearance, Lei Gang, who still had a little fatherly love in his heart, said softly.

"Um……"

"Let's go back to Fuxi first... No, let's go to the security team first. I want this Ah Chu to show his final value..."

Thinking of the gargoyle talisman that was temporarily sealed on Achu's body by Mao Xiaofang's magic, and touching the life plate belonging to Mao Xiaofang in his arms, Lei Gang suddenly changed his tone and sneered.

"Um……"

The two of them went to the security team. Seeing Zhao Zheng, who was instructing Kindaichi on his martial arts in the distance, he withdrew his gaze and curled his lips.

"Nothing new. Hiss, I'm not talking about you. Damn it, you still want to counter me. You don't think that I can't deal with you just because you have achieved the immortal body." Zhao Zheng began to give key guidance.

Not long after, in just a few breaths, Zhao Zheng proved with facts that a little idiot would always be a little idiot. Even if this little idiot broke through to the level of Lianxu Hedao in one breath and forged an immortal body in advance, he would still be a little idiot.

Seeing that even though Kindaichi had achieved an immortal body, he was still a relative newcomer in the palace, Zhao Zheng began to slow down his guidance and began to carefully guide Kindaichi on the areas where his immortal body was lacking.

"Fuck, you belong to the Dragon King..."

time flies,

Night, Hexing Tower.

After three rounds of drinking, the opera performance and blessing ceremony were finalized, and Director Song left first with Song Zilong and others.

Everyone in the troupe looked at Uncle Sheng who was still chatting with Zhao Zheng and others about family matters. They left two students behind and said goodbye to go back and start preparing.

Just like that, after eating and drinking for a while, compared to his uncle Jiu who had never drunk a drop of alcohol, Mao Xiaofang got drunk again.

Lei Gang was still pretending to be drunk as usual. Seeing Uncle Sheng's eyebrows slightly raised, he looked away and then looked at Mao Xiaofang. He frowned for a moment and glanced at Zhao Zheng. He didn't say much, but just said in a daze: "A Zheng, come and take this old guy back..."

"it is good."

Looking at the old and wise Uncle Sheng, Zhao Zheng said to Lei Xiu and A Hai: "Brother, A Xiu, you guys send Uncle Sheng and the others back first. I'll send Uncle Seven to the inn."

"Good!" ×2
Ah Hai and the other man nodded, and Zhao Zheng helped Uncle Sheng get on the carriage. As the carriage went away, Uncle Sheng no longer looked drunk. He just looked at Zhao Zheng and glanced at Da Tianer who was driving, and then spoke after realizing that he could speak.

"This Lei Gang has bad intentions..."

"Well, he has always wanted to take back Fuxi Hall from Uncle Mao. Even the trouble that Ah Chu got into recently was the result of his secret manipulation." Zhao Zheng told the truth.

There was no surprise in Uncle Sheng's eyes, because he had noticed that something was wrong with Lei Gang when he came here last year.

It’s not that Lei Gang showed anything, on the contrary, something was wrong with Lei Gang because he didn’t show anything.

There is a saying that goes, "A traitor appears loyal", and Lei Gang is just like that... Thinking of this, Uncle Sheng subconsciously looked at Zhao Zheng.

"..."

"..."

Indicating that he had no other intentions, Uncle Sheng just felt that Zhao Zheng looked similar to him back then, with a vague look in his eyes, then spoke with a slightly frown.

"Is this probably the reason why you have been staying in Gantian Town? Oh, it's really hard for you to have such a brainless uncle!"

Zhao Zheng smiled and said nothing. He didn't mean anything else. It was just not appropriate for him to respond to this sentence. After all, as everyone knew, he, Zhao Zheng, was the most filial and respectful person to his elders.

"But... your uncle Mao really doesn't know that Lei Gang has bad intentions towards him?" Uncle Sheng frowned slightly. In his opinion, although Mao Xiaofang is a little dumb, a little stupid, a little stubborn, a little pedantic, and a little narrow-minded, it doesn't mean... Seeing Zhao Zheng nod helplessly, he sighed.

"This kid has really lived to such an old age in vain!"

"There's nothing we can do, Lei Gang is his senior brother!"

“This… is also true!”

Uncle Sheng looked helpless. There is a saying that goes "Those involved in the matter are often confused, while bystanders can see things more clearly." If he were Mao Xiaofang, he probably wouldn't have thought that it was actually Lei Gang who was secretly causing trouble for him.

"Don't worry, Seventh Uncle. I'll take care of everything. It's just a Lei Gang. It can't cause any trouble!" Zhao Zheng promised, patting his chest.

"Well, I'm confident in your ability to do the job. Um, by the way, does your master know about this? Don't get me wrong, I'm not worried that you can't defeat Lei Gang, I just... well, I'm worried about your safety!" Uncle Sheng looked at Zhao Zhengdao with a serious face. As for embarrassment, he was sorry, he didn't feel any embarrassment.

Looking at Uncle Sheng’s face…who was extremely cunning, Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes and nodded, “I know, and Master Lei Zhenzi also knows about this. Part of the reason why I stayed here was also Master Lei Zhenzi’s instructions…”

"He knows?" Uncle Sheng was stunned. Zhao Zheng said, "He knows, but he can't say it directly because... Lei Gang is quite stubborn!"

"It's still not hard enough!"

Uncle Sheng said with disdain, it is not suitable, and he is old, his fists and feet are not as good as before, otherwise, if you give him three days, he can make Lei Gang behave himself.

“…I’m not from the opera troupe!”

Zhao Zheng, who learned the rules of the opera troupe from Sister Mei, rolled his eyes. Uncle Sheng sighed and then patted Zhao Zheng on the shoulder.

"You should be more careful. Is Lei Gang dead or alive... cough cough cough, your uncle Mao has had a hard life since he was a child. Try not to let him get bullied!"

"Ok!"

Zhao Zheng nodded solemnly to show that he understood. Uncle Sheng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Your uncle Mao's life is really hard. If it wasn't, he wouldn't have worshipped me as his master back then..."

Zhao Zheng nodded to show that he understood. The profession of opera singer is seen as quite high-end in later generations, just like those stars, each of them is so glamorous. However, in this era, opera singers are just the lowest class among all the people. Otherwise, people would not call opera singers actors.

"Your Master Mao is a pitiful man. Not only did his father die early, but he also suffered some infamy because of some things. Although it was later clarified and the misunderstanding was resolved, you also know your Master Mao's temper. Otherwise, your Master Mao would not have taken his mother's surname Mao..."

Uncle Sheng slowly recounted what happened in the past. Zhao Zheng frowned slightly as he listened, but he did not express any opinion until he finished speaking. He just listened quietly. Uncle Sheng seemed to realize that he had said too much, so he smiled and pointed to the inn they were about to arrive at.

"A Zheng, come, come and take a look at my team!"

"it is good!"

"By the way, you really don't want to consider taking me as your master? I think Little Dragonfly is actually quite suitable..." Uncle Sheng was interrupted by Zhao Zheng's cough: "Ahem, Uncle Seven, can your group sing Farewell My Concubine?"

"Yes, but..."

"Where is the biography of Mu Guiying?"

"Yes, but you..."

"What about the Legend of the White Snake?"

"..."

"Ahem, Seventh Uncle, I am determined to cultivate the Dao!"

"..."

Tasteless!
Uncle Sheng glanced at Zhao Zheng with disdain and no longer mentioned the matter of the little dragonfly. He just waited for the carriage to stop and said to Zhao Zheng.

"go!"

"it is good!"

Zhao Zheng glanced at the security team, then retracted his gaze, helped Uncle Sheng get off the carriage, and walked into the inn where the troupe was.

at the same time,

security team,
The office where the cells are located.

"Hey, it's already so late and you haven't given me any food yet? Do you want to starve me to death? I tell you, it's illegal to abuse prisoners!" Achu, who was imprisoned in the cell, grabbed the cell railing and shouted.

"Shut up, I'll beat you if you continue talking. We haven't eaten yet, what are you going to eat?" said the security team member who was sitting at the desk nearby and was on night duty unhappily.

"Speak again and I'll beat you up!"

"You look like you deserve a beating!"

Several security guards on night duty said unhappily. Looking at the batons swung by the other party, Ah Chu muttered in a low voice: "Tsk, if you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Why are you so proud..."

"Kid, try saying it again!"

Zhang Si walked into the cell where Achu was with a baton in his hand and a stern look on his face. Achu swallowed and stepped back with a wry smile.

"Nothing, nothing..."

"Humph, if it weren't for Master Mao and the young commander, I would have beaten you up to make you understand where you are!"

Zhang Si sneered. Ah Chu, who was inexplicably angry when he heard the word "young marshal", gritted his teeth and lowered his head, which made Zhang Si and others smile contemptuously. However, when he saw his colleagues delivering food, he still said, "Okay, your food is here!"

As he spoke, Zhang Si got a bowl of rice, put some dishes on the rice, brought it in front of the cell, and said to Li Achu who was lying motionless in the cell.

"Hmm? Not hungry again?"

"Hungry……"

Finally unable to bear the hunger, Achu raised his head and sneered, which made Zhang Si look at him with contempt, so he touched the iron railing with the food in his hand and urged him.

"hurry up!"

"Yes Yes……"

Achu was stunned. He stretched out his left hand and stared with his eyes wide open. Zhang Si only heard the exclamations of his colleagues.

"Xiao Si, you...your arm..."

"Magic, magic..."

"Witchcraft, go and invite ..."

The voices of the security team suddenly stopped as a pale green light suddenly appeared. After the light disappeared, Ah Chu was left with a blank look on his face and wide eyes, staring blankly at everything in front of him that was petrified by his left hand.
Yes, everything!
Everything in the entire office was petrified by him, whether it was Zhang Si and others, or the tables, chairs, benches, etc. At first glance, it seemed as if they had come to a room made of stone.

"I did this..."

Achu thought subconsciously, and at the same time he thought that Mao Xiaofang was lying to him. Mao Xiaofang did not seal the vicious spell on his left little finger that night.

"Of course it was you!"

A familiar voice sounded from outside. Ah Chu was stunned and widened his eyes and said, "It's you. Don't come over here. This is the security team. I tell you, they have guns..."

Ah Chu was so frightened that he quickly retreated. He heard Lei Gang standing in the dark with contempt on his face, but he still deliberately lowered his voice and said, "You want to seek revenge on Zhao Zheng, right? I'm giving you a chance now, go and take revenge!"

The words fell,

Bang! Bang! Bang——

Ah Chu saw the petrified cell bars explode with a bang, and he was so frightened that he stepped back trembling and squatted down, holding his head.

"I...I won't seek revenge. You...you take back your magic, and...you change them back!"

"Are you negotiating terms with me?"

"You...what do you mean?"

"You really don't want revenge? Don't you want to take revenge on Zhao Zheng who has always bullied you?" Lei Gang spoke again in a low voice.

Only this time, his voice seemed extremely strange and bewitching, like the whisper of a devil leading people to fall into the inner demon. Ah Chu's eyes instantly turned red and he gritted his teeth.

"Of course I want revenge. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have ended up like this. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been expelled from the sect by my master. It's all because of him..."

"..."

I haven't tried my best yet!

Seeing Ah Chu being possessed by the devil, Lei Gang felt it was absurd, and at the same time, his contempt for Mao Xiaofang increased by three points.

It’s nothing, this disciple just has a very bad character!

"You want revenge? Very good. I'll help you. Follow the bat in front of you. It will lead you to find Zhao Zheng. Then you can use the gargoyle talisman to take revenge!" Lei Gang took out a paper bat from his sleeve and threw it out to seduce.

"it is good……"

Ah Chu, with red eyes, followed the bat in mid-air to leave the security team. Seeing this, Lei Gang sneered and said, "Mao Xiaofang, Mao Xiaofang, can you open your eyes when you accept disciples in your next life, hahahaha..."

"Ha, you Ma!"

"who!"

The sudden voice made Lei Gang's face change drastically. He looked around with a wary look, and left cautiously after finding that there was no one.

Zhao Zheng, who had just left the inn in the distance, muttered to himself, "It was a close call, I almost got exposed." Looking at Achu who was running straight towards him, he glanced at Fuxi Hall, thought for a moment, and then stretched out his hand and shot.

Reverse training and stealing the secrets of heaven - start!

As a skill of stealing secrets that can be used to steal someone else's ID card, the effect of reverse practice needs no explanation, right? ?
Looking at Ah Hai who was far away in Fuxi Hall and whose name was temporarily put on his ID card just because he touched it,
Zhao Zheng touched his chin and muttered to himself as he talked to Achu, who changed his route and headed towards Fuxi Hall because Ahai's name was changed.

"Would it be too cruel for me to do this?"

After thinking about it, Zhao Zheng felt that it was not a big problem. Anyway, he was unhappy with Ah Hai... Well, Ah Hai was destined to suffer this disaster.

"Watching a show..."

Zhao Zheng suddenly raised his eyebrows and looked at the Lei Gang father and daughter who were casting a spell to destroy Mao Xiaofang's life card not far away. He glanced at the future and found that there was no big problem, so he turned around and got into the sedan chair and said.

"Hurry up, go back to Fuxi Hall..."

(End of this chapter)