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What he said was the truth, and tears could flow out in time, but the skills he had practiced, every time there was a wicked person in Zuixianglou who embarrassed him, the tears were first-class, admit it, and take a few beatings at most, and he would no longer embarrass him as a child, and he would be able to escape and save his life. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Old man Ji understood that he was telling the truth, seeing that he was heartbroken, his face improved slightly, he felt pity, took a deep breath and said: "Okay, manly, what are you crying about? Don't be afraid of people's jokes? Your petty theft has nothing to do with me, and you won't tell others, don't worry!"

The young man was very good at observing words and feelings, and seeing that his face was softened, he wiped his tears and thanked him, and asked curiously: "Uncle Ji, what kind of juggling were you playing just now, it's so scary, hulala, the blades of grass bring up a piece, as if the old goblin of Montenegro is coming." If you have this ability, why don't you go to the street to make a living, why are you at the mercy of others here?"

He deliberately turned his cuteness upside down, pretending to be an ignorant child, and the old man heard that he was a childlike talker, but he always felt that it was not a taste, and he was greatly stimulated, and his cheeks couldn't help twitching, daring him to treat this peerless technique as a sideshow juggler! At this moment, the ghost became an old goblin in Montenegro again!

Whoa...... I'm angry with my old man! My old man is not a human being inside and out!

The old man blew his beard and glared at him angrily, "Boy! You can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense! What kind of juggling? What old goblin in Montenegro? It has nothing to do with my old man." ”

He looked upright, straightened his chest and said very seriously: "My cultivation is a supreme exercise, not some kind of acrobatic juggling. What you just saw was one of the small spells, even though it was a small spell, its power should not be underestimated! The old goblin of Montenegro is a bird, and a group of them can destroy it, and there is not even a scum left!"

"Exercises...... Spells are more powerful than juggling, and they can kill demons? Don't believe it!" the young man thought for a moment, shook his head, and didn't believe it at all.

"Hey...... you kid! I said are you really stupid, or are you fake stupid? Why do you always combine my supreme exercises with juggling, don't believe me! I'll show you how to show you!" the old man jumped to his feet and said angrily, stretched out his hand, and the young man's body suddenly lightened, flew up a battle high, and suddenly exhaled, flipped over, and suspended his head in the air.

The young man screamed in fright, and shouted: "Let me go quickly, I'm so afraid! I admit that your juggling is better than that of a street performer! You will definitely make a fortune if you go to the street to perform all the time." ”

"You!" the old man laughed angrily, and hehe asked, "Then how can you believe that I am not a juggler?"

The young man turned his head down, his face was flushed, and he said angrily: "Then you teach me, I have learned, so that I can distinguish the truth from the false!"

The old man's eyes widened when he heard this, and the corners of his mouth twitched, only then did he understand that this kid was going around the bend, and wanted to learn his skills. couldn't help but be angry and funny, looked at him and stroked his beard, thought for a moment, didn't break his ghost eyes, then smiled slightly, and said with a little meaning: "If you want to learn the old man's skills, you can, I'm afraid you won't be able to endure hardship!"

With a slight wave of his hand, the boy suspended in the air flipped over and landed gently.

The young man took a few breaths, patted his chest and said, "Uncle, don't underestimate people, I'm afraid of everything, but I'm not afraid of hardship!"

Old man Ji's expression moved, and he understood in his heart that if this kid hadn't been able to endure hardships, he would have died ten times or eight times in this kind of place, nodded slightly, and put a hand on his shoulder intentionally or unintentionally. The young man suddenly felt a hint of coolness, and passed it down his shoulder into his body, and his face changed slightly.

I thought to myself: "It is rumored that the hermit master is moody and will kill people at every turn, this season the old man should not suddenly turn his face and plot to kill me!" Thinking of this, his legs and stomach trembled a little.

He originally wanted to find an excuse to slip away, but he often heard about Mr. Storyteller on the street, and when it came to the stories of those high-ranking people who were kind to people and murdered people behind their backs, he didn't dare to act rashly, and deliberately messed with the old man, looking for a chance to get out of trouble.

And his worries are actually superfluous, this old man is not an ordinary person, if he has the intention of harming him, one finger can wipe him into ashes, disappear without a trace, and no one will notice it at all.

The reason why the old man didn't commit murder to him was that he felt that this kid was very interesting and had a somewhat good impression of him. Second, he is a child, as a generation of masters, even if he inadvertently knows the secret, he killed a half-year-old and powerless child, and he lost his identity. He is not a great traitor, so he has dispelled the idea of killing people.

At this time, the old man Ji's hand on his shoulder moved slightly, his eyes showed strangeness, and he sighed: "I didn't expect that this place of filth and dirt has the talent and beauty of your physique." ”

The young man listened to his tone, as if he wanted to harm him, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the old man Ji who was shaking his head blankly.

"Your physique is a rare physique for cultivating supreme exercises, in this case, then I will teach you some simple exercises casually. As for how far you can learn, it depends on your personal creation. ”

The young man was naturally happy when he heard this, and after dealing with this mysterious old man for so long, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief, and if he could have the name of master and apprentice, he would have a relationship with him, and he would not think about harming him, so he immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the teacher.

"Master is above, please bow to the disciple. Naturally, the boy heard from Mr. Storyteller on the street, and he had to bow down to the cat and the tiger.

Old man Ji's face changed, and he hurriedly stopped: "Stop, the old man only said to teach you casually, but he didn't promise to accept you as an apprentice." ”

He scolded in his heart: "This little thing is a little slippery head, it really knows how to insert stitches!"

As soon as the young man knelt down half of his body, an invisible force resisted his body, and he couldn't kneel down anymore, so he stood up helplessly. I thought in my heart: "Anyway, I don't have a sincere apprenticeship, just to get out safely, it doesn't matter if you accept me as an apprentice or not, I will save kowtowing to you." He didn't say anything, just let it be, and let it all go with him!

Old man Ji simply preached and taught, so he beckoned him to the side, told him to follow his example, sat down cross-legged, and then said: "The old man's exercises are not something that can be practiced overnight, it takes a long time of hard cultivation to achieve something, so I will teach you to practice the basic exercises first." ”

The young man thought to himself: "Seeing that his practice is simple, and it is easy to learn, but it is so troublesome to learn, what basic method do you need to learn first! Is he playing tricks and fooling me?"

He was suspicious in his heart, and only listened to Old Man Ji recite the mental mantra like a smooth mouth, and asked him to chant it repeatedly. The boy was clever and eccentric, gifted and intelligent, and had an excellent memory, and he couldn't stop him with a few mantras, and he only repeated the chant three or four times before he remembered it completely. Old man Ji nodded slightly, showing a look of approval, and then began to teach him to use his qi according to the law.

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