Gao Wu: Starting with playing the Flying Bat Ke Zhen'e

Tang Luo looked curiously at Wang Yuande, who had just made a startling remark, wanting to know what he was going to say next.

At this moment, Wang Yuande had already walked up to Wang Shuwen and looked up to signal to the steward who was supporting his son. The steward then produced a long knife, more than three feet long, from who knows where and handed it to Wang Yuande.

At this moment, Wang Shuwen, who had been timid and silent all along, suddenly looked up at Wang Yuande in disbelief and shouted, "Father?!"

Dad! I'm your son! Dad~, I.......

Snapped!

With a sharp crack, Wang Yuande slapped Wang Shuwen across the face, silencing him and leaving him clutching his cheek, too afraid to speak.

Tang Luo's eyesight was still good. He narrowed his eyes and saw that Wang Shuwen had been slapped so hard that he was seeing stars. A bright red handprint quickly appeared on his face, and even a few streaks of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

It's clear that this father really hit his son. Is it really a case of a tiger father and a dog son?

"When you ruined my reputation, you didn't remember that I was your son; when you committed evil deeds, you didn't remember that I was your son."

"With a knife to my throat, I remembered you're my son."

Wang Yuande's face showed undisguised disappointment. Perhaps he would have been more gratified if Wang Shuwen had refused to admit it to the death.

Wang Yuande cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Tang Luo: "Please excuse my poor manners."

Tang Luo did not respond, but quietly looked at Wang Yuande, or more precisely, at the long knife in his hand.

"You've already pulled out a knife, you can't just tell me you're going to slap someone twice and that's it, that would be a huge waste of its power."

"You should be glad you're my son."

Wang Yuande sighed in disappointment once again.

Holding the gleaming sword, he turned to look at Tang Luo, his eyes filled with sincerity: "I know the sins of this wicked son are countless, but he is still my son, not someone else."

I will cut off his arm and repay you with a thousand taels of silver. Can we then settle all your grievances?

"Rest assured, I will take full responsibility for all the sins he committed. He will make amends where necessary and punish those who deserve it. You can supervise him, and if he disobeys, you may take action yourself."

Tang Luo remained silent for a moment. To be honest, he never expected things to turn out this way.

He actually came to scout out the place and see if there was a chance to get rid of this stupid rich kid.

If given the chance, we should kill this spoiled brat's entire family. After all, in a feudal society, if you kill these high-ranking families in a row, there probably wouldn't be many innocent victims.

But he really didn't expect that this stupid rich kid's father actually seemed quite reasonable, at least from their current interactions.

My arrival here was an accident, and Wang Yuande had no reason to have predicted it beforehand. But now everything is not as I initially planned. Even if I hadn't come, Wang Yuande would probably have taught this son a lesson.

Tang Luo hesitated for a moment.

It is said that evil must be eradicated, but in this world, how many people do not do evil? During the day, he acted as a chivalrous knight-errant and encountered no fewer than a handful of spoiled brats, and there were quite a few who were even more arrogant than Wang Shuwen.

But there wasn't a single elder who could discipline the spoiled brat or make amends; not a single one at all.

If Wang Yuande could truly, as he claims, completely restrain this spoiled brat, he would be willing to give him a chance.

But Tang Luo also knew that Wang Yuande was unlikely to be able to control this spoiled brat. Old habits die hard; he hadn't been able to do it in the past twenty or thirty years, so why would he want to now?

Dream on!

But this is an opportunity!

Tang Luo's mind raced, and he remembered what Wang Shuwen had said before about "enlightenment".

His greatest concern was the cultivation methods in this world.

This thing was hidden very well, perhaps because he wasn't high enough in status. At least in the past few days, he hadn't seen any place selling 'cultivation techniques' from this world.

Judging from what I saw and heard in the former royal palace, and from the heroic deeds of those in this world who didn't seem fake and could easily split mountains and seas, the "upper limit" of "cultivation" in this world should be very high.

The problem is that during the time Ke Zhen'e uses the skill, he may not be able to obtain the cultivation techniques of this world.

As we all know, Reality Online is a snowball game. The earlier you get your first pot of gold, the earlier you start rolling the snowball, and the faster and bigger it will grow.

For him, the "cultivation techniques" were his "first pot of gold"!

If I could seize this opportunity to obtain a cultivation method, my growth rate would definitely be much faster than before.

He no longer needed to be so confused by Wang Yuande's term "enlightenment," which was clearly a term from the cultivation system of this world.

While Tang Luo was pondering, Wang Yuande had already made his move.

With a swift movement, Tang Luo saw only a flash of cold light, and almost without a sound, Wang Shuwen's arm fell cleanly from his shoulder.

Tang Luo moved slightly, and in a flash, before Wang Yuande could reach him, he took the severed arm into his own hands, then rubbed it between his fingers, exerting a little force.

The meridians and bones in that arm then cracked and crumbled into powder.

After everything was done, Tang Luo casually tossed the severed arm back to Wang Yuande.

"Since we're going to teach him a lesson, we should do it as perfectly as possible." Tang Luo's lips curled slightly behind his mask.

Even if we decide to let him off the hook for now, it's impossible to have an easy time.

In his previous life, there was supposedly a technology that could reattach severed arms. In this extraordinary world, Tang Luo wasn't sure if such a technology existed.

Now, he crushed all the blood vessels and bones in this arm into dust. If it could still be repaired, he would accept it.

Wang Yuande took the bloodstained arm, gave Tang Luo a deep look, and said nothing more.

Beside him, the old steward took out the prepared medicine and began to stop Wang Shuwen's bleeding.

At this moment, Wang Shuwen seemed to realize that he had lost an arm. The excruciating pain began to flood his mind, and he almost immediately started wailing. However, the other three people present tacitly ignored him.

"Sir, you have one thousand taels left. Do you want silver notes or cash?" Wang Yuande asked Tang Luo.

"I don't want money, I want a complete cultivation technique, give it to me within a quarter of an hour."

The time limit is to prevent the opponent from faking it. With only a quarter of an hour, unless the opponent has already made such preparations, it is very difficult to fabricate a perfect fake technique.

After Tang Luo finished speaking, he stared intently at Wang Yuande opposite him, gripping the poisoned dart hidden in his sleeve, ready for the other party to turn on him.

Wang Yuande only frowned slightly, then looked at the steward behind him, took out a jade pendant from his pocket and handed it to him: "Old Wang, I'll take care of Shuwen. Go and get the 'Mountain Climbing Technique' from the library, and also get a copy of the visualization diagram."

The steward, known as "Old Wang," slowly turned and left. Immediately afterward, Wang Yuande, supporting Wang Shuwen with one hand, turned to look at Tang Luo: "As fellow cultivators, you should know that I would never have given you the 'Visualization Diagram' in the first place. It's already quite good that you were able to comprehend the copy three times."

Tang Luo looked completely bewildered. He knew nothing about "visualization diagrams" or "copybooks." If he hadn't been wearing a mask, his change in expression might have given him away.

But even with the mask on and a slight nod, Wang Yuande couldn't glean anything from beneath the cold mask.

Beside Wang Yuande, Tang Luo looked at Wang Shuwen, whose head was lowered but whose eyes were filled with resentment. Tang Luo could sense that the resentment was not so much directed at him, but rather at his father.

Seeing this, Tang Luo couldn't help but chuckle.

This stupid rich kid never thinks about how hard his father worked to earn money when he spends it, and he never thinks about how hard his father worked to build his reputation when he ruins it. Now that he's been messed with, he remembers his father very clearly.

Even if you hate me?

Does he still think he did nothing wrong?

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the door, followed by a knocking sound. The old steward pushed the door open and entered, holding a thick book in his hand.

It was a really thick tome. Tang Luo was shocked. This thing was even thicker than the Xinhua Dictionary in his previous life, and its size was even more exaggerated. It was even larger than the largest book in the school. Originally, he had the idea of ​​flipping through it to pretend to read it, but when he saw such a thick tome, he didn't even have that idea.

Above the large volume was a scroll that resembled some kind of leather, which had been rolled up.

With a glance from Wang Yuande, the old steward handed the items to Tang Luo.

"Would you like to take a look?"

In response to Wang Yuande's question, Tang Luo shook his head slightly: "I trust your reputation."

In reality, he had no credibility whatsoever. Apart from knowing the name of the person in front of him, he knew nothing else.

Since I can't tell the difference anyway, I might as well pretend to be very generous.

Tang Luo tucked the book under his arm, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Since that's the case, I'll let bygones be bygones."

After saying this, before Wang Yuande could speak again, Tang Luo vanished in a flash.