Teacher endowment......

When he heard these two words, the fifth Tingyun was stunned for a moment, wasn't Shi Fu still waiting for himself in Jiaqing City? Slowly, as if something was wrong...... He suddenly realized that the master in front of him was not the master in Jiaqing City.

He remembered that the person who had left him the book "Be careful, there is fraud" was signed by Shi Fu, and the general outline of "Seven Styles of Leaving the Sword" and more than 40 sword moves and sword style scores seemed to have been left by a person named Shi Fu. At the beginning, he felt that this secret teacher would not be the teacher he had already worshipped as a master.

In other words, from the very beginning, there were two divisions.

Wu Tingyun had thought about this point carefully before hearing the clouds, but because time had gradually passed, half a year of experience had made him ignore many things, including the problem of the two divisions of light and dark. And today, the master who has been hiding in the shadows has appeared, and the unfathomable middle-aged man in front of him calls himself the teacher.

After straightening out his thoughts, Fifth Tingyun didn't intend to beat around the bush, and asked directly: "The Seven Styles of Leaving the Sword was left to me by my predecessors?"

Shi Fu glanced at the fifth Tingyun obliquely, his lips did not move, and he raised his right hand and swiped forward at will. In the distance, an arm-thick branch broke directly, and the leaves on it fell one after another.

Sword Intent!

This is definitely sword intent, after listening to Zhang Xuan's lecture on the artistic conception of the sword, the fifth listening cloud is completely certain. And he also dared to conclude that this was not another sword intent, but the sword intent of "a sword is a true sword, and the flowers and leaves, peach branches and trees have no sword" in the general outline of "Seven Styles of Leaving the Sword".

Shi Fu didn't speak, but he answered the question of the fifth Tingyun with a simple action, and he didn't allow the fifth Tingyun not to believe it. The seven styles of the sword are from the middle-aged in front of you, no doubt!

"Division...... Senior teacher," Fifth Tingyun always felt that this name was a little awkward, but now he couldn't manage it so much, he just wanted to ask some things clearly, "Dare to ask what is the relationship between you and my master?"

Shi Fu still only glanced faintly at the fifth Tingyun, and Chrysostom did not open. His stern face seemed to be forever an expression, making people feel like a puppet, flesh and blood, and body, but without a soul.

Seeing that the other party looked too lazy to take care of it, the fifth hearing Yun wanted to continue asking, but swallowed back before the words could be spoken. The zombie-like face of the other party made him feel that no matter how much he asked, he was just talking to himself, and he would not get an answer at all.

At this moment, Bai Jie, who was lying on the horse, snorted because of the pain.

Fifth Tingyun hurriedly ran over, picked Bai Jie off the horse, and helped Bai Jie sit up against a tree. Bai Jie had fallen asleep at this time, but her brows were always frowning, and occasionally she let out a low snort or two, obviously experiencing unbearable pain.

Shi Fu walked over, squatted down, and directly tore a gap in the clothes on Bai Jie's shoulder, his movements were so fast that the fifth Tingyun didn't have time to stop it. Just as Fifth Tingyun's face turned cold, he saw Shi Fu frowning lightly and looking at the wound on Bai Jie's shoulder.

This person is still frowning, and it doesn't seem to be all zombie faces.

As soon as the thought arose, the fifth Tingyun suddenly gave himself a slap in the face, when was he still thinking about some messy things. He followed Shi Fu's gaze and saw that the arrow wound on Bai Jie's shoulder had turned black, and it seemed that it would soon begin to rot if it continued like this. And although the wound was only a finger long, it was lying on Bai Jie's shoulder like a black centipede at the moment.

From around the wound stretched black lines that at first glance looked like centipede's feet.

"Senior teacher, what is this?"

Although the other side looked reluctant to deal with it, the fifth Tingyun still asked cheekily.

Shi Fu was very face-saving this time, and replied: "Heart Devouring Gu." ”

Mind Eater Gu ...... Fifth, Tingyun vaguely remembered that Zhao Er had also mentioned this thing when he threatened before. It sounds like some kind of Gu poison, Gu poison is a thing in southern Xinjiang, and the Zhao family can actually get this poison, and it costs a lot to think about it.

"Senpai, can you ......?"

Fifth, before he could speak the words, Shi Fu had already pressed one hand on Bai Jie's wound. Fifth, Tingyun could feel that a Yuan Force coercion on Shi Fu's body burst out, presumably in operation. Just by operating the Yuan Force to produce this kind of oppression, Fifth Tingyun couldn't help but be a little curious about the true realm of the master.

Shi Fu sent Yuan Li to Bai Jie's wound, wanting to use Yuan Li to forcibly kill Gu worms.

"Ahh ”

Bai Jie suddenly screamed, and the "tentacles" of the centipede in the wound actually accelerated and spread around.

At this time, Shi Fu withdrew his palm and shook his head, indicating that he could not do anything.

Fifth Tingyun's expression darkened, and he still remembered that Zhao Er seemed to have said something like "death in seven days", if the Heart Devouring Gu was true, then it would not be alarmist to die in seven days. Seeing the sad look of the fifth Tingyun, Shi Fu stretched out a finger to the fifth Tingyun, and the fifth Tingyun immediately understood the meaning of "there is another way".

"What is it?" the fifth Tingyun hurriedly asked.

"Drug use. Shi Fu regained his indifferent look and said.

"How do you take drugs?" said the fifth Tingyun suspiciously, "with your mouth." ”

When he looked up at Shi Fu again, only to find that Shi Fu was looking at him like an idiot, he suddenly understood, and after saying softly, "Xiao Jie, bear with it", he did not hesitate to open his mouth to suck the black wound on Bai Jie's shoulder.

When his mouth first touched Bai Jie's skin, he could feel Bai Jie's whole body tremble.

But at this time, he couldn't care much more, and after inhaling and spitting, he found that the black "centipede tentacles" had really shrunk back a little. He suddenly felt hopeful, opened his mouth wide and took several puffs repeatedly. However, although the jet-black color on Bai Jie's wound was obviously becoming less and lighter, what made him feel a little strange was that the blood he had sucked out was bright red, and not half of the black was mixed in it.

He didn't think too much about it, and finally the black color on Bai Jie's shoulders completely faded, and except for the wound, Bai Jie's skin returned to a healthy color of white and red. After breathing a sigh of relief, he ripped off the cloth yarn on his sleeve, bandaged Bai Jie briefly, and then took off his coat and draped it on Bai Jie.

"She's all right, let's go. ”

At this time, Shi Fu had already stood up, looked into the distance, and said.

Fifth, Tingyun didn't know what to say, because he knew that no matter what he said, this master would ignore it arrogantly. So, after he solemnly thanked his teacher, he hugged Bai Jie on the horse, and then led the cripple three to continue his journey north.

The two of them walked not far away, and suddenly Shifu's voice sounded in the forest: "Mo and your master talked about my existence." The sound seemed to come from all directions, and it seemed like there were echoes everywhere. Fifth, when he heard the clouds and looked back, he saw that the person who had assigned him had long since disappeared.

This middle-aged mysterious man who claims to be a teacher is really in a hurry to come and go. The fifth Tingyun, who led the horse to continue to move forward, couldn't help but hum in his heart: "Cut, pretend to be a ghost, so make a mysterious ......" He is really not interested in the teacher's temperament of cherishing words like gold and his face like a zombie!