The origin of doom

Chapter 310
I let go of the boy, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you cheating?"

"What does it mean to hang up?" Ji Nan said that he had lived in a mental hospital for more than ten years and had never heard this word.

At this moment, Uncle Qian pushed the door open and entered: "Fuck you! This old man has lost his three years of skill and washed his scriptures and cut his marrow, so he can make rapid progress! It's a pity that I didn't meet him earlier, if he was ten years old If you practiced before, you must enter the innate in this life! Now...it's hard to say."

It turns out that Uncle Qian did not hesitate to compromise his own skills, but also helped the poor man wash the scriptures and cut the marrow. No wonder he was not allowed to compete with others a while ago, because the true energy should not fluctuate for a period of time after washing the scriptures and cutting the marrow, so it was forbidden hands on.Regardless of whether Master Qian is cheating or not, this friendship is indeed respectable.

"By the way, Master Qian, the last move of "Golden Sword Art" is so powerful!"

Uncle Qian was full of pride: "Finally discovered the power of "Golden Sword Art"?"

I nodded: "Yes, but I still want to learn "Flying Immortals Beyond the Sky"."

"Learn from you!" Uncle Qian scolded mercilessly: "I have already integrated the essence of the flying fairy from the sky into the "Golden Sword Art"! I wanted to pass on the latest version to you, it seems that you are I don't want it anymore!"

What?There is the latest version?You must know that every time the "Golden Sword Art" is updated, the power will be greatly improved, so he hurriedly said: "Uncle Qian, I suddenly feel that the "Golden Sword Art" is the most powerful!"

"You're clever." Uncle Qian took out a book from his pocket, "I can give you swordsmanship, but... I heard that you have a lot of demon pills on you, take one out, and give Jiannan another weapon Before reaching Huajin, weapons can only be exchanged with demon pills, but unfortunately, I don’t have any demon pills anymore.”

I waved my hand and said, "That's easy to say. I captured a Baiyun sword in the Lanbei Mountains a while ago and gave it to Jiannan."

Now Master Qian had nothing to say, and directly threw the sword technique over. I flipped through a few pages and found that this improvement is more delicate and has improved many shortcomings. First-class swordsmanship!
After putting away the sword technique, I asked, "By the way, how did Ma Fen deal with it?"

"Brother, I know this!" The boy raised his hand, "Horse manure is usually used as fertilizer, or thrown into the digester."

I ignored this guy, but looked at Master Qian.

When we talked about a topic, Uncle Qian sighed, his old face was full of sadness: "He was abolished from martial arts and imprisoned in Xiayun Mansion for life. This is a sad thing, but I don't know why, I woke up from a dream Several times."

"Uh... how about Uncle Hei and Jin Peng?"

"Jinpeng is fine, but Old Hei will be in trouble." Uncle Qian showed a gloating smile: "At such an old age, it won't be safe in the evening, hahaha."

The boy interrupted Master Qian's laughter: "Brother, I have opened up six meridians. According to the agreement, you have to take me to find the demon pill."

Find a fart!I just said it casually last time, the boy hasn't even reached the strength, isn't he looking for death when he enters the mountain?
I thought Uncle Qian would persuade the boy, but he actually raised his hands in agreement. If conditions permit, he would like to raise his feet: "Teacher, I support you, it's time to go out and practice! Before leaving, I will test what you have learned in the past three months as a teacher, and I will arrange for someone to compete with you, you can only leave if you win, and stay obediently if you lose, and don’t even think about going home during the Chinese New Year..."

……

In the afternoon, there is a martial arts arena.

Ji Nan and another young man stood on the ring, surrounded by dozens of people watching.

Martial Uncle Qian stood between the two of them and said loudly: "In order to promote sportsmanship, improve the physical fitness of Xiayun Mansion disciples, and enhance the friendship between fellow disciples, an exchange match will be held here today. The two sides of the match are Yang Jiannan and Wan Jin respectively. You, I hope everyone can conscientiously implement the warrior spirit, the purpose of this game is friendship first..."

After Mr. Qian nagged for 5 minutes, everyone was about to fall asleep, and he finally shouted: "Start!"

Holding the wooden sword, Ji Nan clasped his fists together: "Senior brother Wan Jinyou, I heard that you are good at using hidden weapons, you are insidious, and you have been admired for a long time."

Wan Jinyou looked displeased: "Who did you hear that from?"

The boy stretched out his hand and pointed: "My master."

"Pfft!" Uncle Qian had given a 5-minute speech just now, and was drinking water to quench his thirst. When he heard this, he spit out: "When did you say such a thing? Start the competition now!!"

The boy is walking with strange steps, it is the cheating "Yuanbao Qinggong", stabbing forward with his sword!

Wan Jinyou took a wooden short knife, dodged sideways behind the poor man, and slashed diagonally at his back!

As expected, Ji Nan has no combat experience. He used [-]% of his strength to charge forward just now, but he couldn't change his moves. He could only roll on the ground in embarrassment, even losing his sword!This is only the first round, and I don't want to continue watching.

Wan Jinyou chased after the boy and slashed, but he missed a single hit. In the end, the wooden dagger couldn't withstand the impact and broke directly!
The boy rolled on the ground for a long time. Every time he dodged, he was skillful. Although he couldn't believe it, it seemed to be a set of martial arts!
Ji Nan got up from the ground, with a proud face: "This is the "Mouse Kung Fu" specially designed by Master for me. After practicing it, it is as smooth as a mouse, and I can't hit it at all. Brother Wan, are you very angry?"

A haze flashed across Wan Jinyou's eyes, but he smiled and said, "I'm not angry, it's my honor to compete with a genius like Junior Brother Yang. But I must win today's match, because only the winner is eligible to go home , and I haven’t been home for five years.”

Ji Nan comforted: "Senior Brother Wan, don't worry, I'll help you find a theory with the master, and he will give me face."

"Thank you so much, Master Yang...be careful behind you!"

Wan Jinyou suddenly yelled, the inexperienced boy looked back stupidly, but found that there was nothing behind him, and Wan Jinyou had already found out three hidden weapons, although they were only three wooden thorns, it was still possible to throw them with hidden weapons Pierced into the flesh!

The three wooden thorns flew away in the shape of 'pin'!

Just when I couldn't bear it and wanted to rush to the ring, I suddenly found that the boy rolled over in the air, and when he fell to the ground, he was holding a wooden splinter in each hand and another in his mouth.

Little stars appeared in Senior Sister Jin's eyes: "Wow, he is so manly and handsome, my heart beats so fast."

Someone next to him asked: "Senior Sister Jin, why did you empathize?"

Senior Sister Jin said confidently, "Hmph, I only like the first genius in Xiayun Mansion, I like whoever is the genius!"

Uncle Qian jumped onto the ring: "This is the end of the competition! Since the use of hidden weapons is prohibited in the ring, Yang Jiannan wins!"

In order to celebrate, everyone took the boy to drink. After the banquet, Senior Sister Jin used the same routine to send the boy to the gate of the courtyard, pretending to fall, and the boy said: "Sister Jin, wait a moment, I will go in and get ice cubes." Put your feet on."

Then, the boy went straight to sleep, and Senior Sister Jin sat at the door for more than an hour, and left angrily. . .

……

The next day.

Two figures quickly walked through the forest.

I casually knocked a poisonous snake away, and said, "You have been in Xiayun Mansion for more than three months, and you haven't contacted the outside world. Your parents must be very worried."

The boy shook his head and said, "But I'm more concerned about whether my girlfriend will get angry."

I was quite speechless: "You haven't contacted her for three months. You probably want to break up. Maybe there are other men around you...Why don't you think about Senior Sister Jin?"

"Impossible! She will definitely wait for me!"

The boy is confident, I went back to Qiling City with him, not to see his jokes, but because Daohui encountered a difficult incident here, so he asked me to come and help, and by the way, eliminate the blackening of the Yintang.

Although I have said several times to let the boy go back to reunite with his family, he still insisted on staying and helping, and I couldn't resist, so I agreed.

The one who encountered the supernatural event this time was the Qiling City Museum, where Ning Rou used to work.

In a high-end hotel, Fan Yanghui, the director of the museum, warmly received us: "Xiaolong, Xiaoyang, seeing you two, I finally let go of my heart."

After I was seated, I said, "Director Fan, let's talk slowly if you have anything to do."

"The thing is like this." Fan Yanghui picked up the wine glass and drank it down: "Some time ago, a large bronze bell was unearthed, which is a cultural relic from the Song Dynasty. This can be said to be a very important discovery in the history of archaeology! But the big bell There is a lot of patina on it, so I brought it back to the museum for processing, and then it can be exhibited publicly, but what people didn't expect was that the museum was in trouble during this period! Three people even went crazy!"

The boy turned pale with shock: "What? I have three more patients?"

Curator Fan didn't understand: "What?"

I glared at the boy: "It's nothing, Director Fan, you continue to talk."

"Well, that big clock is very evil. I feel chills down my spine when I think about it now." Curator Fan drank another glass of wine, and then said: "Although I have seen supernatural events, this is not roses and zombies. How supernatural can the big clock be? So I didn't pay attention to it at first, until later... I watched the surveillance video, and the big clock would ring automatically in the middle of the night!!"

"Two security guards went to check, but when they got to the vicinity, they were all stunned. They stood motionless next to the big clock, as if they had lost their souls! The next morning, they went crazy! This kind of thing is unheard of, so I chose to report it. , and then came a bald man about my age who claimed to be a Daoist, and came to help deal with the supernatural event. He stayed in the museum alone that night, but he also went crazy the next day... Alas, the museum is closed for rest now , Xiaolong, Xiaoyang, do you know what's going on?"

I tapped my fingers on the table: "A big clock that can make people crazy? I haven't heard of it."

Ji Nan analyzed: "Brother, do you think it is possible that they deliberately pretended to be crazy and wanted to surprise Curator Fan? For example, Curator Fan's birthday is coming soon, and they will suddenly appear on his birthday to surprise him! Curator Fan, is your birthday coming soon? Or are there other happy events?"

Curator Fan took a deep breath of the cigarette butt that was burning in his hand, his face was very solemn, and after exhaling the smoke, he slowly said: "If you want to talk about a happy event, last month I divorced the yellow-faced woman. Is it a happy event?"

I hurriedly interrupted: "It's probably not what Jiannan analyzed, let's wait and see the situation tonight."

The boy rubbed his head: "Brother, I seem to have overlooked a very important thing."

I nodded with deep empathy: "Yes, but what exactly is it..."

(End of this chapter)