Seeing the dissatisfied look on the middle-aged Taoist priest's face, Li Xiuyuan was also very puzzled.

I don't know why, he always feels that the middle-aged Taoist priest dislikes him tightly. But he nodded quickly, with a rare glint in his eyes.

"Yes!"

Li Xiuyuan clenched his fists, how could he not want to?

Who wants to survive more than him, his mother is doing the dirty work done by low-level people in the Qinglou, and even her face is ruined in order to keep her innocence.

The Li family used to have dozens of families, waiting for their young master to return, hoping that one day they could see the young master return to the mountain and the dragon soared.

And what did he do when he went to the flower market this time, he avoided the expectations of the family, and even his mother didn't dare to come to the rescue.

All because he was waiting for death, and he had no ability to resist the Li family.

With his talent, over time, why is it difficult to step on the Li family?

The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his big feet twice, but he still didn't look right: "This world is not something that you can survive with your living heart." ”

"You have a weak talent, and your mind is average, and you are probably a mess when it comes to cooking. With a three-no product like yours, what's the use of me saving you. ”

After speaking, the middle-aged Taoist priest muttered in a low voice: "If it weren't for the original oath, Lao Tzu would save a fart person, and accept an apprentice and a chicken." ”

The more the middle-aged Taoist priest thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally flicked his sleeves and knocked Li Xiuyuan's eye-catching thing fifty meters away.

His apprentice doesn't say anything else, why does he have to be a big beauty, right?

Collect such a waste that can't satisfy both eyes and stomach, and there is a chicken to use.

The middle-aged Taoist priest sighed and cursed a damn oath again, which showed how dissatisfied he was with Li Xiuyuan.

Just when he was struggling with whether to lose his words to someone, Li Xiuyuan moved from afar with difficulty.

Li Xiuyuan wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with an unprecedented determined light. The slap of the middle-aged Taoist priest just now is enough to prove the ability of the Taoist priest.

As long as the Taoist priest is willing, he has a chance to survive and take revenge.

"I can give you my life, after getting rid of the Li family, I ......"

Before Li Xiuyuan finished speaking, his chest was pushed in the middle. After this palm went down, Li Xiuyuan flew out of a hundred meters and couldn't move on the ground.

"Didn't he come to me just to take advantage of a certain point in me?" Li Xiuyuan thought in his heart.

In this world where interests are paramount, Li Xiuyuan really couldn't imagine what the middle-aged Taoist priest wanted to get besides using him.

But he showed the idea of using his life casually, why did the middle-aged Taoist priest start a little more ruthlessly.

"I hate people who use their lives to talk about things at every turn, do you think your own life is very valuable?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest came to Li Xiuyuan at some point, and a rare anger appeared on his cynical face.

Li Xiuyuan's answer was not only dissatisfied, it made him want to kill.

"The life and death of a monk has always been decided by himself. And sword cultivation, sword in hand, how can life and death be decided by others. ”

"A person who lives in hatred, where can Kenshin go!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest stared at the sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand viciously, and after a few seconds, he sighed again, and turned his back slightly: "Look at you, who are you choosing every time." ”

After a while, Li Xiuyuan slowly got up from the ground, his eyes constantly looking at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

This Taoist priest didn't ask him for anything, so why did he appear here? The pie in the sky, after experiencing so many things, can he still believe it?

The middle-aged Taoist priest scratched his head and scratched his brain for a while before he squinted at Li Xiuyuan: "I don't want to have any cause and effect with you, if you want to survive, I'll give you a chance to save yourself." ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest pointed to the right side: "The wooden sword in your hand weighs 1 catty, which is the lightest of the swords, and a normal seventh-stage monk can hold the sword at a 40-degree oblique angle for an hour." ”

"It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and tomorrow at twelve o'clock at noon, your sword must not fall to the ground, nor tilt its angle. ”

After speaking, the middle-aged Taoist priest turned around and left, he didn't tell Li Xiuyuan anything else, let alone give Li Xiuyuan a little hope.

As for surviving after completion, I didn't even mention it.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is no different from a prank.

But Li Xiuyuan just held the sword in his hand, three centimeters above the ground, at a 40-degree angle.

An hour later, Li Xiuyuan's hands were already shaking slightly, and sweat wet his clothes, but he didn't let go.

Another hour passed, and the sword in his hand was like a thousand pounds, and his entire right arm was almost unconscious.

......

At twelve o'clock at noon the next day, the middle-aged Taoist priest bit an apple and walked to Li Xiuyuan's side.

At this moment, there is no dry place on Li Xiuyuan's body, and even his shoes are filled with sweat.

His resolute face lowered slightly, and his gaze locked on the tip of the sword. One night, the sword did not move, and the man did not move.

At this moment, Li Xiuyuan was like at night, holding the wooden sword in his hand, and the wooden sword did not move for half a minute.

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist priest when he saw this scene, a young man who has been powerful for 16 years can be said to be powerless, and he has not tasted the slightest bitterness.

No matter how tired you are in the past six months, you shouldn't have such body and perseverance. To be able to do this, the young man's heart is like a rock!

The middle-aged Taoist priest raised his eyebrows slightly, and finally showed a smile on his face: "It's okay." ”

These three words came into Li Xiuyuan's ears, and he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell straight to the ground.

This fainting is a whole day. When he woke up, he was in a cave.

The cave is very simple, with a bed made of bamboo and a table made of logs. The entrance of the cave was covered by a curtain of water, and the middle-aged man stood in the middle of the hole, not knowing what he was thinking.

Li Xiuyuan hurriedly got up from the bamboo bed and walked quickly towards the cave. When he walked to the cave, he slightly bent down and clenched his fist at the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Senior, the path of cultivation is very long, but I have to ...... now"

Before Li Xiuyuan finished speaking, the middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head: "I'm afraid that the Li family won't find you in the slums?"

"Don't worry about this, you just practice swords, don't be bent on protecting everyone with death. ”

After speaking, the middle-aged Taoist priest raised his hand and pointed to the waterfall outside the cave, regardless of whether Li Xiuyuan believed it or not.

"The waterfall is 100 meters high, and the impact force is equivalent to an unmutated rhinoceros hitting the body, and the seven-stage monk is equivalent to being hit by the rain of knives on the skin, and can also break bones. ”

The words fell, and the middle-aged Taoist priest walked through the waterfall and left.

Now there are two paths in front of Li Xiuyuan, I believe that the middle-aged Taoist priest will go to the waterfall to look for serious injuries, or go back to the slum to wait for the arrival of the Li family.

He thought about the words of the middle-aged Taoist priest and resolutely fell down the waterfall.

Li Xiuyuan had just landed, and before he could sit down cross-legged and run his aura, the huge momentum above his head knocked him to the ground.

It's like a thousand cuts in the back!