"Ouch"

Although Wu Tian was only ten years old, he was not small, but this snowball seemed to contain huge strength, and it actually smashed Wu Tian off the branch.

With a "bang", Wu Tian fell into the snowdrift, but in the next second, Wu Tian jumped up with a carp.

"Who is it, who dares to sneak attack the master, look at the master, I won't fight with you for three hundred rounds" Saying that, Wu Tian put on an independent posture of the golden rooster, and by the way, he also held the smoking pot in his mouth and acted as a chicken beak.

Wu Tian turned his head and saw a person, his mouth opened in shock, and the smoke pot also fell into the snow with a "click". The man looked emaciated, a hunchbacked old man, and didn't seem to be threatening. But Wu Tian knew that it was this guy who smashed him with a snowball and flew away a hundred and ten catties.

This man is the owner of the pipe, the old smoking gun, and the owner of the abominable goat. The old goat now stood beside his master, and stretched his neck proudly. "Baa"

Wu Tian glanced at the old goat, then smiled on his face, quickly picked up the cigarette pot and wiped it clean, and then trotted to the old smoking gun with a smile on his face, and said, "Grandpa Yan, I see that your pipe is dirty, take it out and wash it." "Hmph" The old cigarette gun snatched the pipe and put it in his mouth.

Seeing this, Wu Tian hurriedly stepped forward to order. There is no way, the one who has the strength now is the uncle, others don't know how powerful the old smoking gun is, but the old smoking gun can't escape Wu Tian's eyes.

His eyes opened slightly, and a pair of golden eyes looked at the old smoking gun, Wu Tian felt that there was something circulating in the old smoking gun's body, and this kind of thing communicated with the outside world.

Like, ventilation fan

Wu Tian also felt that this idea was strange and immediately abandoned it. Although Wu Tian also followed his father from elementary school martial arts, his father was a typical military general, who only practiced his body and did not learn qi. According to Wu Ying, refining qi is a crooked way, and refining the body has a serious way out.

However, in his previous life, Wu Tian had worked hard to practice Qi for decades, and Qi training had become a part of his life, how could he easily let go of Wu Tian looking at the old smoking gun, and the old smoking gun also looked at Wu Tian's golden pupils. Others didn't know what Wu Tian's eyes were, but he had heard of it.

"Absolutely good seedlings" The old cigarette gun bar clicked his mouth and took a puff of cigarette, with a lot of thoughts in his heart.

"It's a pity that I have the qualifications to teach him to remember his past, and I think that such a good seedling should not be taught by a traitor myself. "Don't mind, my master" Wu Tian shook his head when he saw the old smoking gun, thinking that the old smoking gun was going to reject him again, so he hurriedly ran to hug the old smoking gun's waist.

"You see, I've been following you for several years, you can't understand my hard work, teach me to learn how there is such a sincere apprentice as me" said, Wu Tian squeezed his eyebrows, this kind of performance has a term in the previous life, called selling cute.

The old smoker looked at Wu Tian's grimace, the wrinkles on his face that were crowded together bloomed, and he scolded with a smile, "Ghost thing". He stretched out his pipe and knocked it on Wu Tian's forehead. Although the fire in the pipe was still bright and the dust was flying, not a single trace fell on Wu Tian's head.

"You just want to learn to be angry" The old smoking gun really wants to find a good successor. The little ghost in front of him didn't know how to discover his strength, and he began to haunt him three years ago. No matter how much the old smoker scolded, and even contacted his father, it still had no effect.

Even if Wu Tian's father chased and killed his son with an iron-backed broadsword, he couldn't break Wu Tian's heart of learning.

"Hehe, Grandpa Yan, are you going to teach me" Hearing the play, Wu Tian's eyes immediately lit up, and the blinking wrinkles remained. The old smoker looked at Wu Tian and said, "Do you really want to choose him as your successor, I can't teach him anything, and I may hand over this grudge to him, which is not a good thing." ”

The old smoker was worried, and habitually took out his pipe, wanting to take another puff. Suddenly, the old smoking gun's eyes widened. A stream of black blood came out of nowhere in the body, filling the mouth of the old smoking gun. "Poof" The black blood mist filled the room. A mouthful of blood was spewed, but the old smoking gun smiled, as if the blood spray made him a lot easier.

"It's finally here, and there's finally no escape. Haha, it's okay, after so many years, it's time to end it. "What did the old smoking gun decide, and finally let go of everything. He came to Wu Tian's side and said, "Alas, little bastard, don't blame me, I really don't want to let Shizun's things be lost." When I've taught you everything, I'll leave on my own, and I won't let you get involved in my hatred. "I just hope that it won't involve you. ”

Wu Tianyuan's smiling eyes widened, staring at the little light on the index finger of the old smoking gun, and his liver was beating wildly. In his previous life, his cheap godfather told him that someone once practiced the peerless divine skill to the limit, and the whole person could shine like a light bulb.

Wu Tian, who was young at the time, didn't care, and retorted, "No matter how powerful it is, is there a light bulb, is there a hundred watts?" Of course, in exchange for a stinky kick from his godfather. Until after the death of his godfather, Wu Tian wandered alone, and spent his life exploring the secrets of qi with difficulty. However, even if Wu Tian practiced the strange qi, he did not touch the realm that his godfather said in the slightest. Not to mention that his whole body shines, Wu Tian, who practiced qi in his previous life, still relies on a small flashlight when he walks at night, and is often frightened by the sudden wind that screams.

Now, this little light on the index finger of the old smoking gun completely illuminated Wu Tian's eyes. Looking at Wu Tian's concentrated appearance, the corners of the old cigarette gun's mouth curled, and a hint of a playful smile flashed in his eyes. Wu Tian felt that the index finger of the old smoking gun touched his forehead, and suddenly a force poured into his body from his forehead, washing over his whole body like a stream of water. At this moment, Wu Tian, who has countless experience in watching martial arts films, flashed many scenes in his mind. They all have one thing in common, that is, the master passed on his life's skills to the lucky protagonist. Wu Tian felt that he should have become the protagonist at this moment, and the power from the old smoking gun spread all over Wu Tian's body, and then, this power exploded, as if the water in the kettle had finally changed from calm to boiling. Wu Tian felt a wave of heat flowing in his blood, dispelling the chill of early spring, especially when he fell into the snowdrift just now, his body was still a little chilly. Now, Wu Tian's whole body turned red, as if he had just come out of the hot bathtub.

Wu Tian opened his mouth wide and wanted to howl, but he saw the scrutinizing gaze of the old smoking gun. His heart tightened, guessing that this was the old smoking gun testing himself, so he didn't dare to slack off, and tried his best to endure it. The old smoker looked at Wu Tian's appearance and almost couldn't help laughing. Now, teasing this little devil is already his greatest pleasure. Suddenly, the old goat next to him yelled at the dense forest, as if warning the old smoking gun.

The old smoker glanced at the dark shadows in the depths of the woods, and already knew who the guy was. As long as he didn't bother himself, the old smoker didn't bother to pay attention to the faithful old servant. This time, however, the faithful old servant furrowed the old man's brow, for he had come out of the woods and was still approaching.

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