"Then teach!" Pan Yang just wanted to put Hong Duxiu's hand on his Tianling Gai'er, and suddenly felt that a huge amount of information was continuously transmitted from Hong Duxiu's hand holding him, but because Pan Yang's strength was far above Hong Duxiu, the impact of massive information did not make Pan Yang's brain buzz, but Pan Yang still had a buzzing brain: Malegobi's! The old liar is so fooling Lao Tzu!

It turns out that you don't have to bow your head at all, let alone shoot Tianling Gai'er!

What a slut!

No,!

Seeing Pan Yang's angry anger and gritting his teeth, Hong Duxiu was so frightened that he didn't dare to keep it at all, he originally said that he would just teach "Dragon Descending Divine Fist" and "Dog Stick Method", but as a result, he put "The Art of Snake", "Dementor Demon Pupil", "Drunken Eight Immortal Fist", "Throat Locking Grab", "Silk Grabbing Hand", [Qimen Sancai Knife], [Jiuhai Shengong]...... As long as he knows everything, he will pack it up and pass it on to Pan Yang!

Hong Duxiu has lived to be one hundred and seventy or eighty years old, and all these kung fu skills have naturally been cultivated to the realm of "supernatural transformation"!

Forcibly copied Pan Yang into a beggar gang grandmaster!

Hong Duxiu cautiously reported to Pan Yang: "Ancestor, I have already passed on everything I will to you......"

Pan Yang thought thoughtfully: "It will be, but everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that I am the ancestor of Qingcheng, and my name is not right......"

"Dream! I can dream! Hong Duxiu hurriedly shouted: "I will give the four elders and the five protectors a dream!"

"I told them in a dream that you are my apprentice who dreamed of entering the immortal machine, no, you are my master who dreamed of entering the immortal machine!"

Pan Yang sneered: "And the master who dreamed of entering the immortal machine? ”

Hong Duxiu was in a hurry: "That's right, it's my master who gave you the dream of entering the immortal machine, isn't it my master?" ”

"Why doesn't your master dream?" Pan Yang smiled: "Forget it, let's just say that it is your apprentice who dreamed of entering the immortal machine!" ”

Hong Duxiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, yes, I will give them a dream and let them support you as a helper!"

"By the way, I've also planted undercover agents in other sects, and some of them have already controlled those sects!

"I'll make them loyal to you too!"

Speaking of undercover agents, Pan Yang remembered: "How many undercover agents have you planted in how many sects?" ”

Hong Duxiu: "No more, no more, only twenty or thirty ......"

Pan Yang was taken aback: "Doesn't that mean that half of the rivers and lakes are controlled by you?" ”

"No, no," Hong Duxiu honestly explained: "Most of them are third-rate sects and families, there are a few second-rate sects and families, and the first-class sects and families are impossible to control, they are all too strong......"

That's pretty much it! Otherwise, wouldn't the beggars have already dominated the rivers and lakes? Pan Yang waved his hand: "Okay, get out!" ”

"Yes, I wish the ancestor a long life!" Hong Duxiu sent his heartfelt blessings, and then disappeared into the sea of flowers on the other side.

Wishing me a long life?

Pan Yang couldn't help but be angry and funny: You think that if I have a long life, I can't go to the netherworld to take care of you, right?

How naïve!

In order to let Hong Duxiu feel the sinister nature of society, Pan Yang fell asleep after flying back to the mountain city in a gust of wind.

When Hong Duxiu hurriedly rushed to Pan Yang with the smoking Tianling Gai'er in one hand and the leaky navel in the other, the whole ghost was confused: "Old, old, Ancestor, why are you here......

Pan Yang smiled: "Surprised? Surprised? ”

What a surprise! What a surprise! Hong Duxiu's eyes were full of tears: "Ancestor, you are really ...... God is jealous of talents! God don't open your eyes, you are young, you are young and promising, why did you die so soon......"

"You don't have to worry about that!" Pan Yang put his arm around Hong Duxiu's shoulders and said as he walked: "Those who should dream should also support their dreams!" ”

Hong Duxiu looked confused: "Ancestor, you are dead, what's the use of me dreaming?" ”

Pan Yang snorted coldly, and suddenly Hong Duxiu's stomach leaked with smoke above his head, and he hurriedly shouted: "Tototo!

"I'll take care of it tonight!"

let Hong Duxiu go, and Pan Yang was not worried that he would leak the secret of heaven. As soon as Hong Duxiu said it, Pan Yang would immediately have a sense here, so Kong Zhencai didn't dare to tell Pan Yang about Dugu Zheng.

The sky was almost dawn, so Pan Yang didn't go to Kong Zhenren, just closed his eyes and returned to the Yang Realm.

After eating a bowl of noodles outside, Pan Yang returned to the paper shop with the fat rabbit in his arms, and he was greeted by his mother's Hedong lion's roar! Mom angrily grabbed something and was about to hit Pan Yang: "Another night!"

"What the hell are you doing with the second egg!"

"Stop!" At this moment, Pan Jinsuo suddenly broke off drinking, and his mother was so frightened that she trembled all over, and she didn't dare to move as if she had been immobilized, Pan Jinsuo came over and snatched the things in her mother's hand!

Only then did my mother react, and she accused Pan Jinsuo with red eyes: "Pan Jinsuo, you have changed, you actually yelled at me!"

"You've never been ...... like this before"

Pan Yang was also stunned, he had never seen his father so rigid before, was this a drug or oil?

"Roar you're light!" Pan Jinsuo glared at his mother fiercely: "Look at what you are using to beat your son!" ”

Mom looked at it fixedly, and then realized that it was actually a mourning stick!

It's very common for a mother to pick up a guy who takes advantage of her hand and beats her son, some people take a broom pimple, someone takes a feather duster, this is not fixed, it all depends on what is at hand at the time.

It was really not my mother's intention to take the crying funeral stick, who made Lao Pan's family a paper shop......

The mother already regretted it in her heart, but she couldn't pull her face in front of her son, so she whispered: "......What can I do?"

"What can you do?" Pan Jinsuo was so angry that he told his wife: "Our funeral sticks are all made of wicker!"

"Wicker fights ghosts, hit three inches shorter!

"What's more, it's made into a mourning stick, and do you know that the Seventh Master's weapon is a mourning stick!

"Let the Seventh Master knock a stick, and the soul will be scattered!"

The seventh master refers to Bai impermanence, one of the ten handsome men in the underworld!

The old mother was still not convinced, and continued to beep quietly: "What are you doing so fiercely, you are not the seventh master's crying and mourning stick......"

"That's right! What our family does is not as good as the Seventh Master's mourning stick, but hitting the living will also damage the soul! Pan Jinsuo taught his wife very seriously: "If you hit the ghost, you can beat the ghost and cultivate it to ......"

This is good! Pan Yang's eyes lit up: "Dad, I want to learn to be a mourning stick!" ”

"If you want to learn, Dad will teach you!" Pan Jinsuo came over and hugged Pan Yang: "But you can't eat a fat mouth!"

"You'd better learn the sword light talisman to your father's ten successful husband first, don't you still want to learn the five thunder top talisman?"

yes, otherwise I burned my father's work first, and the mourning stick didn't look like a one-time consumable anyway!

Pan Yang decisively decided: "Yes! I want to learn the Five Thunder Boom Talisman! ”