Su Ming's main purpose in finding Xiaolongnu was actually to ask for a murderous weapon.

Otherwise, it would take a lot of effort for an ordinary person to kill an adult with his bare hands.

What's more, although Zhao Zhijing is blind, his kung fu is not wasted.

Su Ming was actually gambling.

Bet on whether you'll be able to take advantage of that fleeting opportunity.

Seeing that Yang Guo and Zhen Zhibing were inseparable from each other, getting farther and farther away, the battlefield had moved to another piece of flowers, and Zhao Zhijing couldn't take care of it at this time. So, Su Ming gritted his teeth, walked around to Zhao Zhijing, and walked towards him.

Su Ming didn't deliberately disguise, and quietly shouted more than a dozen steps away,

"Uncle Zhao, what's wrong with you? Is that Uncle Zhen? Who is he fighting with? Disciple is going to find someone. ”

Zhao Zhijing stood in place, only the sound of fighting could be faintly heard in his ears, and at this time it was still getting farther and farther away, and a sense of fear gradually hit his heart.

Unexpectedly, there were suddenly footsteps in front of him, and he shouldn't be a master when he heard the breath, and he and Senior Brother Zhen were called uncles, presumably they were the disciples of which senior brother.

It's just that......

"Which senior brother's disciple are you, and why are you still here late at night?"

"Uncle Zhao, I am a disciple of Master Hao, and my master's surname is Zhang. I was ordered by my master to come to the mountains to collect flower dew for alchemy. ”

Su Ming stood four or five steps away from Zhao Zhijing, and said in a deep voice, not daring to make any extra moves other than that, for fear of revealing flaws.

Zhang Zhiguang's disciple?

Zhao Zhijing thought of that Zhang Zhiguang, since he was stabbed in the face and disfigured by the old woman Sun in the ancient tomb, he would indeed often hide in the room for alchemy, and the reputation was for cultivation, but he couldn't hide it, it was nothing more than an ugly face, and he was just tinkering with some scar medicine in the room.

It makes sense to say this, but Zhao Zhijing is still not at ease.

"Collect flower dew, I wonder if you have wasted your schoolwork? I ask you, 'What is the basis for correcting the work, and the heart is dead.' 'What's the next two?'

"Uncle Hui, it is 'full of essence and energy, and the spiritual light is full of Shenjing'. ”

Sure enough, with Zhao Zhijing's cautious and cautious temperament, he will not be gullible. But Su Ming claimed to be Zhang Zhiguang's disciple, he Zhao Zhijing is not an immortal, in recent years, the Quanzhen Sect has been prosperous, and there are hundreds of disciples of four generations, Zhao Zhijing can't even manage his own disciples, where will he know other people's disciples?

Therefore, Su Ming bet that the stinky Taoist priest would teach him the mental formulas of the Quanzhen School.

After the revival of the aura, all kinds of ancient sects have also become active, the Quanzhen sect is the big school in the Daomen, and the exercise mantra written in Mr. Jin Yong's book is part of the cultivation mantra in the "Quanzhen Dao Song", so it has been circulated, Su Ming also deliberately memorized it when he was a child, and now it really comes in handy.

"What about the 'dust and dirt over the years, and the whole body is bright and bright'?"

"Uncle Shi, isn't it what you just asked, it's 'What is the basis for cultivating the true living record, the heart is dead and the group is not alive today'. ”

Su Ming replied cautiously, still standing four or five steps away and not daring to step forward.

"Well, yes, I remember the mantra very well, I don't know how the kung fu practice is?"

Zhao Zhijing relaxed slightly, and asked kindly.

"Uncle Hui, the master just accepted me to get started, and only taught me a few formulas, so that I could come to the mountains all day to collect flower dew, and I have not officially taught me kung fu. ”

"Well, that's right, to practice this kung fu, you have to endure loneliness, your master is honing you, don't have distracting thoughts. ”

Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart, this junior brother Zhang is also a bad embryo, he only passes on the mantra but not the gong, how can it be the same as the method he taught the evil animal Yang?

Zhao Zhijing could hear that the little master and nephew had grievances, but he didn't break it, it wasn't something he should worry about, so he rounded it up with a few words.

"Uncle Xie mentioned. Su Ming echoed.

"Well, come over here and help me. Have you seen that your Uncle Zhen has subdued that gangster Yang?"

"Yes, Uncle Shi. ”

Su Ming walked towards Zhao Zhijing, stretched out his right hand to support him, and asked pretending to be curious,

"Who is Yang Guo? The disciple didn't know, he only saw Uncle Zhen and that person fighting together, and they didn't tell the winner. ”

Zhao Zhijing turned his hand and grabbed Su Ming's wrist, and took the opportunity to take the lower pulse, and sure enough, he didn't have any internal strength, and he didn't even hear of Yang Guo, so it didn't seem to be a fake.

If he was really a beginner, he had never known the criminal Yang Guo, so Zhao Zhijing completely let down the guard in his heart.

I saw that Zhao Zhijing withdrew his right arm holding the sword, and let go of Su Ming's wrist and said to him,

"I was blinded by the secret weapon of the rebellious Yang Guo of this sect, and I couldn't see the way. Hurry up and carry me back, and then find someone to help you Uncle Zhen. ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi. ”

"Wait a minute. ”

Zhao Zhijing suddenly spoke.

......

Su Ming's heart almost rose to his throat, he just took a step back, and cut the long sword secretly hidden in his left hand to his right hand, as long as he slashed it, he could make Zhao Zhijing drink blood on the spot. But Su Ming was frightened by Zhao Zhijing's sudden voice.

"Ahem, what does Uncle Shi command?"

Su Ming tried his best to hide his somewhat trembling voice, there was obviously a chance just now, but Su Ming hesitated, to be honest, it was not only because of Zhao Zhijing's words......

Su Ming was only 15 years old at this time, and it was a little soft to let him kill a chicken on weekdays, let alone kill someone? The plan is the plan, but when it really came to the moment of chance, Su Ming was a little scared.

"What about the flower dew you picked, bring it to me and let me take a sip, I'm dying of thirst. ”

Zhao Zhijing didn't notice Su Ming's strangeness at this time, because he had shed too much blood, and he was scolding and talking, he would already be thirsty, and since he had already decided that the person who came was from his Quanzhen faction, he could still take care of suspicion at this time?

"Yes, Uncle Shi. The disciple has just put it on the ground on the side, so I'll go get it. ”

"Go, go. ”

Zhao Zhijing waved his hand impatiently.

Su Ming pretended to step aside, seemingly calm, but his heart was trembling.

It's not that he pities Zhao Zhijing and wants to let him live. For this kind of person, where will Su Ming sympathize?

It's just that Su Ming is really a little soft.

This is not a game, killing people will meet blood. Stab him in the chest or wipe him in the neck?

Su Ming is really inexperienced.

"Meow~ Hurry up, then Yang Guo is going to lose, do you kill or not?"

Suddenly, a cold voice from Lord Meow came from Su Ming's mind, urging Su Ming to make a move.

Kill!

Kill!

Now, he must be killed.

A wave of blood surged into Su Ming's heart. He turned around and looked at Zhao Zhijing, who was seven or eight steps away from him.

I saw that he had his hand behind his back, the long sword behind his back, and he was anxiously waiting for Su Ming to fetch him flower dew, obviously thirsty to death, but at this time he was still pretending to be a fairy wind bone.

It's ridiculous!

Su Ming looked at Zhao Zhijing coldly and pursed his lips.

He lifted his long sword, pointed at Zhao Zhijing, and closed his eyes.

Kill!

Kill!

Kill!

Poof-

If it was really a good sword, Su Ming never thought about it...... It's that easy to kill.

Su Ming only felt that the long sword paused slightly, and then stabbed in, and immediately a stream of warm liquid sprayed onto Su Ming's face. He knew that it was Zhao Zhijing's blood.

Because of nervousness, Su Ming's throat was a little dry, and he subconsciously licked his lips and swallowed saliva.

It's salty......

A smell of blood bloomed on the tip of Su Ming's tongue.

Originally... Killing is what it tastes like......

With the strength of the sprint, Su Ming directly knocked Zhao Zhijing to the ground, and without waiting for Zhao Zhijing to make any moves, Su Ming hit it successfully, and rode directly onto Zhao Zhijing's body, drew his sword and stabbed it again.

one time

Twice,

Three times,

After all, Zhao Zhijing can also be called a martial arts master, how dare Su Ming give him a chance?

It's just that...... Why doesn't he scream?

Su Ming couldn't help but open his eyes.