I have many teachers

Chapter 229 The place where the storm gathers (2\2)

Originally, in this alleyway, the sounds of shouting and cursing, and the footsteps of slave workers seemed to form a whole, but at this time, the crisp ringtone directly shattered the originally solidified momentum, causing everyone to turn their heads to look subconsciously.

The whip in the hands of the overseer stopped, and the movements of the slave workers stopped slightly.

The internal force in Qibi Heli's body also paused slightly, and did not return to its original speed.

This change only passed in a flash, the slave labor continued to carry the goods forward, the long whip fell on Qibi Heli's back, and his strength was reduced by three to five points compared to the original, but the supervisor didn't realize it, but The internal force that was going to counterattack spontaneously, but because of this interference, failed to counterattack, but was scattered and lingered on the back.

Therefore, even though there was another welt mark on his body, because of internal protection, it was actually just a flesh wound, nothing serious.

The donkey swayed past, and lying on it was a young Taoist priest who was so lazy, with a candy stick in his mouth, his eyes were squinted, as if he was dozing off, and he never cared about the slave labor and the big foreign man holding a whip and yelling. He just let the donkey lead him forward, with his legs and feet on one side, swaying and swaying, almost like a dead body.

He is lazy.

What's more, the Taoist sect is born in the world, and believes that everything in the world has its own rules, and rashly intervening will only cause fire. Although this scene did arouse his compassion, he couldn't even raise his eyelids. The sound of shouting and cursing came again, Lazily opened his eyelids, and bit the candy stick in his mouth.

Because the whip just now couldn't hit enough strength, the overseer was quite unhappy, and he raised his arms cursingly, Qibi He Li was ready to suppress the internal force in his body, at this moment, the overseer suddenly screamed , The bloody whip in his hand fell directly to the ground.

A big man from Mobei screamed miserably while holding his wrist. There was a bloody hole in the palm of his hand. The injury was not serious, but it was extremely painful. His fingers connected to his heart. Even this burly man couldn't bear it.

Qi Bi He Li was slightly stunned.

A wooden stick was inserted upside down on the ground, trembling slightly.

Wei Mingzong.

Daoist Yuguan sat cross-legged on the martial arts arena, next to him, his master brother hesitated for a long time, scratched his head, and tried to speak, na na said:
"Senior Brother..."

Taoist Yuguan looked up at him.

"put."

The head teacher's expression was stagnant, and he almost didn't come up in one breath. He coughed twice, and then he said in embarrassment:

"Is it really okay to let Shanxue go down the mountain alone?"

"His character is really too lazy, I am a little worried."

There are not many disciples in the Weiming Sect, and Mu Shanxue is regarded as a big disciple, so he can't help but worry about traveling around the world this time.

Taoist Yuguan didn't bother to answer, and just closed his eyes to breathe.

In the martial arts arena, there were only a dozen or so disciples, all dressed in white Taoist robes, sitting cross-legged on the ground, moving qi through the meridians and chanting the true art.

"If you want to relax, you must strengthen it; if you want to be weak, you must strengthen it."

"If you want to destroy it, you must firmly promote it; if you want to take it away, you must firmly give it."

"Soft beats hard, weak beats strong."

"A fish must not escape from the abyss, and the sharp weapon of a country must not be shown to others, it is for twilight."

Fufeng County City.

On the gray donkey, Mu Shanxue yawned, there was no candy stick at the corner of his mouth, and he looked more and more lazy. He patted the donkey under him, and lazily said:
"Go, go back, I'm not interested..."

"Let's not bother that librarian today... I'm a little sleepy after eating some sweets."

The donkey brayed, turned around, and walked leisurely towards the inn where he was staying. Mu Shanxue was lying on it, and after a while, there was a snoring sound.

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In an inn by the roadside, two eyes suddenly fell on Mu Shanxue's face, as if stuck to it, until the gray donkey carried the Taoist priest away, then he looked away, resting his cheeks on his hands, his face flushed, and murmured road:
"What a handsome Taoist..."

There is still a young man in Tsing Yi in the room, with simple and honest facial features, and a somewhat dull temperament. Hearing this, he just scratched his head and said:

"Little Junior Sister, it's not proper for you to be like this, no, no, no, it doesn't fit..."

The girl over there turned around, and the person who said those words just now was actually quite a beautiful girl, her black hair was tied up with a ribbon, and the black hair fell down from her temples neatly, she looked cute, but she turned white and dull The young man took a look and said:
"You are so annoying, you talk more than Grandpa."

The young man was slightly startled, as if embarrassed, he waved his hands repeatedly and said:
"I, how can I compare with Master, he is the best old man..."

The girl almost laughed angrily at his dull answer, but she knew that his temperament was not a clever one at all, so she rolled her eyes slightly and said with a smile:

"Okay, I won't argue with you, just refine your medicine."

"Grandpa wants you to come out to visit the elders. During this time, I have to do something? Could it be that you don't want to do something when you come to the big city? Just to run errands for Grandpa?"

The young man was indeed attracted by her, after thinking about it, he was quite yearning and said:

"Yes, yes..."

"Master once said that there is a young man here called the book collector, who once destroyed Xia Changqing's poison, which can make the wound age quickly. I have never heard of this strange medicine. If there is a chance, I still hope to be able to get along with him." He knows a thing or two."

The girl's eyes lighted up slightly, and said:
"Book collector? Is that young master's place of birth beautiful?"

The young man was slightly taken aback, and said:
"This, I, this, I don't know..."

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, the girl thought that the librarian was too hard to see and lost interest, and said:

"Oh... so it's just a stinky man."

Fu raised the teacup again, took two sips, nothing happened, just lay on the bed, got a book of stories from somewhere, and read it engrossed.

Seeing that the girl ignored him, the young man scratched his head in embarrassment, not knowing what to do with himself, when the girl's voice suddenly came from his ear, saying:

"By the way, there is one more thing, you should be smarter in this city..."

"I think there are a lot of people in the Jianghu during this period, and something may happen. You are so stupid, you might be sold out, don't go out alone."

The dull young man responded, and his heart relaxed a lot. He lowered his head and continued to fiddle with the bronze medicine stove in his hand. People who are proficient in medicine cannot do it.

At this time, a red furnace fire was already rising below, but the young man put his right hand on the medicine furnace, ignoring the high temperature. The flame in the furnace seemed to be spiritual, rising and falling, as if he was using his own internal strength to exercise such fine control .

You can see the whole leopard with one spot, and know the autumn of the world with one leaf falling. Only in this small point, it is enough to see the strength of his cultivation and the depth and subtlety of his control, which is far beyond ordinary warriors. Fight with internal strength and win.

His expression was peaceful, and he was concentrating on the medicine stove. Although his appearance was ordinary, he had a superhuman temperament, which was quite ethereal. It's a pity that the girl looked at the story book, sometimes smirked, and sometimes shook her head. She had never seen this scene.

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The stars gradually covered the sky.

A middle-aged man in luxurious clothes hurried past.

He didn't have the jade finger ring that he usually wears in his hand, nor was he surrounded by beautiful servant girls behind him.

He had already changed his clothes today, and had bathed ten times, his skin turned red from rubbing.

He stopped in front of a door, carefully arranged his clothes, tried his best to dispel the fear in his heart, raised his palm tremblingly, and knocked on the door.

No one ever came to open the door.

Only a huge roar could be heard.

Every time it falls down, the body of the rich man in Fufeng City will tremble slightly, uncontrollably recalling what he saw in the past, recalling the disciples who were smashed to death by the heavy hammer because of negligence, his face gradually turned pale. Pale, faded.

Regardless of status.

Regardless of youth and beauty.

The heavy hammer fell, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, it was nothing but a pool of rotten meat.

Why did this master come here?

He sighed in his heart, he was angry and distressed in his heart, but in the end he returned to fear and trembling.

I don't know how long it has passed, and amidst the creaking sound, the wooden door was slowly pushed open.

The burly young man held a hammer, looked indifferently at the calm middle-aged man in front of him, said a word, and turned around to leave. He was not wearing a shirt, and his strong muscles were shining under the firelight, full of pure strength. aesthetics of violence.

The middle-aged man followed the young man with small steps, half-kneeling on the ground, tried his best to stabilize his voice, and reported some things, but the young man just hit the knife embryo, his face was cold, and he didn't speak. He picked up his long knife and submerged in the water.

Amidst the sizzling sound, the cold water boiled, and a large cloud of white gas rose up.

The young man picked up the quenched long knife, looked at the sharp cold light, flicked his fingers, and said:
"I was in the city today and saw a man wearing a blue shirt and carrying a wooden sword. I was very interested in that sword."

"Find him within three days."

"Otherwise, you die."

The rich businessman trembled, knocked his head on the ground, and said:

"Subordinates obey."

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In the inn.

The dull young man stored the elixir, with dozens of bottles and cans wrapped around his waist. He didn't know what was in it, but it didn't look cumbersome. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, streamers appeared in his dull eyes, and whispered:
"The librarian..."

"I really want to see your pharmacology."

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Mu Shanxue sat slumped on the wooden stool, patted the table weakly, and said:
"Haggis, add more spicy and more coriander."

It wasn't until the shopkeeper put the big bowl in front of his mouth that he barely managed to get up, and then saw a young man in yellow clothes next to him who had wrapped himself up tightly, frowned slightly when he saw the bowl next to him.

The young man seemed to have noticed something, carefully changed his hands on the bowl, and moved the bowl of haggis towards him, thinking that his identity was exposed, but at this moment, he heard Mu Shanxue's voice and said:

"Brother, you eat mutton without coriander, but..."

"What hidden disease do you suffer from?"

Ben, the boy in the yellow shirt over there, coughed violently, but just shook his hand, but didn't answer, Mu Shanxue smacked his mouth and muttered regretfully.

Fu ate again, and ate several bowls in a row. After the boy in the yellow shirt left in embarrassment, he exhaled freely, wiped his mouth, put his right hand on his cheek, and slipped a part of his cuff. He looked lazy and seemed to say unintentionally:

"Shopkeeper, your store tastes really good..."

"My little brother likes it."

"I was also introduced by my friend, but I also heard that half a month ago, you almost hit a murder case here?"

The shopkeeper seemed to still have palpitations after hearing the words, and couldn't help sighing:
"That's right, if it wasn't for that book collector passing by that day, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to eat my haggis..."

Mu Shanxue smiled and said:
"I see……"

After a slight pause, Fu tapped the table with his fingers again, as if jokingly said:
"But I don't know what the librarian looks like. I'll see you someday, but I have to thank you very much."

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In Shaolin Temple.

"Ah, Ah..."

The boy in blue sneezed several times in a row.

Wu Changqing frowned, stroked his beard and said:
"Feng'er, are you suffering from a cold? You have to pay attention to your body, and you can't do anything with martial arts."

Wang Anfeng hadn't replied yet, but Hong Luoyu laughed and said:
"What's the cold, who is talking about him behind his back? We are in Shaolin, and we don't know how many things this kid has caused outside..."

"Isn't it, brat?"

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