This problem is that before Ji Dang goes to cultivate immortals and meets those two conditions and returns to Beijing, this kid can't die.

As soon as he dies, any spiritual roots and "unknowns" are all in vain.

The kid in front of him looked like he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and after a few decades, Ji Dang was very confident that he could meet the above conditions.

But the key is that this kid is a fugitive in the eighty percent court, not to mention his weak body, and he can only have a little shallow fists and feet.

Although he is very alert, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not make mistakes, and once he is caught, he will die, and Ji Dang's calculation will come to naught.

It's really interesting, Ji Dang, who is about to complete the slaughter of 10,000 people, actually has to hope that this young man will live a little longer, although his purpose is not very pure.

"Do you want to learn martial arts?" asked Ji Dang slowly, as if he was tempting something.

"Absolutely. Pei Qianchuan replied without thinking. If he had a good martial arts, it might be much easier for him to take revenge.

"What do you mean by asking? You want to teach me martial arts?" Pei Qianchuan's eyes lit up, and he knew from the flick of the day that this person in front of him was a master, and it would be excellent if he could learn martial arts from him.

Ji Dang asked rhetorically, "Why not?"

Unexpectedly, Pei Qianchuan bent down after a while, looked very deflated, and said in a muffled voice: "I don't know what your purpose is, but I advise you to save it." ”

"I have been displaced since I was a child, and it is normal for me to be hungry, and I can only stand up when I get sick, and my body has long been overworked. ”

"If it weren't for the noodle shop shopkeeper who took me in and let me have a normal life, and I have slowly bought medicine to regulate my body in the past two years, I wouldn't be alive today. But even so, I'm short of blood and energy, and it's already hard to stay alive. ”

At this point, Pei Qianchuan raised his head and looked at Ji Dang and said, "Not to mention practicing martial arts." ”

Ji Dang could naturally see these situations, he shook his head and said: "These are not a problem for me, I just asked if you want to learn martial arts!"

This time, Pei Qianchuan thought for a long time before replying: "Yes, I want to learn martial arts!"

To be honest, Pei Qianchuan sometimes feels confused that he is alive.

The emperor ordered the door to be destroyed, and he was desperately sent away from the dog hole in the backyard by the old housekeeper.

At the age of six, he was the son of the highly honored General Zhennan one day before, and the next day he became a little beggar in rags.

Displaced from many places, begging for a living, competing with people for food and living with the sky.

He suffered a lot before the age of thirteen, and after the age of thirteen, he was lucky enough to be taken in by the owner of the noodle restaurant and live a normal life.

Sometimes he is really glad that the Pei family was wiped out and he can still survive, he is the last bloodline of the Pei family, the only remaining fire.

He survived, carrying a deep hatred of blood. He hid, hiding his fragile body in the shadows. He longs for the day when he can get revenge and get what he wants.

But as the days went by, Pei Qianchuan began to wonder if his life was really meaningful?

If you want to kill, you can destroy the emperor of the Pei family with one sentence!

I have saved it! But in the end, what have I accumulated? Is it a superficial fist and foot effort, or a heart that is tormented by hatred day and night.

But what do you have to hide? The son of General Pei, who was destroyed, and the second child of the noodle restaurant, I am afraid that there is no difference between the emperor of Jingguo.

Do you want to carry the blood feud and keep saving and hide until you die of old age? What else can you do but hide?

After the initial goal was set, the successive realistic blows gradually turned what I thought into unrealistic and ridiculous delusions.

Only Pei Qianchuan himself knew that his hideous and cruel venting was actually hiding his powerlessness and weakness. Because he can only play prestige against a few ruffians, in the end he is still so vulnerable.

Pei Qianchuan looked at the man by the bonfire in front of him, who was also hidden in the shadows, but he gave people the feeling that he was so terrifying, powerful and terrifying.

It seems that there is an opportunity in front of me to become like the man in front of me.

Pei Qianchuan stood up, his blood swelled and his face flushed, and he shouted at Ji Dang: "As long as you can let me practice martial arts, let me become stronger!"

"I don't care who you are! I don't care what you want! As long as I have it, even if it's a soul, you can take it!"

"All I want you to do is make me less weak!"

Ji Dang looked at the hoarse, pleading young man in front of him, and he smiled.

Very good, if he takes the initiative to cooperate, what he wants to do will be much simpler.

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The next day, Pei Qianchuan looked sideways at the man next to him who introduced himself as Ji Dang with a suspicious expression.

"Are you sure that this pile of crooked and barely glued paper is the top external skill in the rivers and lakes?"

Ji Dang nodded solemnly.

It's really not his fault that the writing is ugly or something, and he really can't play with the brush or something.

A few days ago, Ji Dang was already shopping for things that might be used on the way to cultivate immortals, this paper and pen were taken out of the long and empty jade pendants, and as for the content, he picked up the pen and wrote it down overnight.

After thinking about it, Ji Dang decided to teach Pei Qianchuan the most life-saving martial arts he could - Kunwu is not bad.

And Kunwu's good work is all in his head, and it is naturally very simple to write it silently.

On the way out of Liangzhou, Ji Dang rode his horse slowly, while Pei Qianchuan walked on foot.

"What did you give me a drink in the morning? I've been walking for two hours, and I'm still not tired at all. I also felt a warm current running from the lower abdomen to the whole body. ”

"Cool and white. Ji Dang said casually.

"What is Liang Baikai?"

"It's a magical medicinal soup. ”

Ji Dang dealt with it casually, in fact, he just crushed a ginseng whisker of the thousand-year-old ginseng, boiled it in water, and gave it to Pei Qianchuan to drink.

Millennial ginseng, Ji Dang also took a little two days ago, but the effect on him was minimal, it is estimated that it is the whole pill that eats Ji Dang's Kunwu is not bad, maybe he can go further.

But that's also useless, because if Ji Dang wants to go further, he just needs to find a person who can still practice his external skills, kill him, and then integrate his external skills, and it will only be a dozen value points.

The thousand-year-old ginseng, the treasure of the rivers and lakes, sounds very bluffing, but it is too wasteful to use it, and this thing can only play the best effect for people who have just practiced martial arts.

So he planned to give the thousand-year-old ginseng to Pei Qianchuan to use, and invested it in the current period.

Although it is only a ginseng whisker, the medicinal effect is still too fierce for a person like Pei Qianchuan who is deficient in qi and blood, which is why Ji Dang let Pei Qianchuan keep walking.

Consume qi to make the medicinal effect better and faster to melt into the body, if Pei Qianchuan stops now, I am afraid that after sitting quietly for a few hours, the majestic medicinal power in the body will immediately become a poison to kill Pei Qianchuan.