Chapter XII

Seven Gates of Futu

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Will Duan Honglan become a ghost servant?

Jiang Heng, who was already determined to start, unexpectedly stopped at the last moment......

The old ghost snorted coldly: "Kindness, it's not a good thing! Besides, what's wrong with being a ghost servant? Is there any difference between it and a normal person?"

There is indeed no difference, or even exactly the same, but the cultivation she has cultivated will be synchronized to the ghost king, and at the same time, she has signed a slave contract with Jiang Heng, and she can't betray herself.

It's also a way to protect yourself.

After all...... He had just arrived here, and the old ghost's strength had just recovered a little. If his affairs are revealed, I don't know what kind of disaster it will cause.

Therefore, the loophole of Duanhonglan must be sealed.

When necessary, Duanmu has to do the same.

But now that this girl is in front of her eyes, learning from herself, and she doesn't have to worry about her leaking her own affairs, Jiang Heng and the old ghost didn't do anything to her for the time being!

It's just a must, and it's often not always possible.

Looking at Jiang Heng at the last moment, he insisted on turning around and giving up!

The old ghost scolded fiercely: "The benevolence of the woman! I really don't understand how Futu Qisheng could choose a mother-in-law guy like you as the master!"

It's just that when he scolded this, he obviously forgot that Jiang Heng was a master of pretending to be confused. No one can understand what this kid is thinking!

He's the same! He didn't even bother to guess what kind of bullshit this kid who had to survive on his own could do!

So......

Duan Honglan left, leaving without becoming a ghost servant, and Jiang Heng also turned around and returned to Sunset Peak.

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Next.

The introductory exercises and the introductory breeze swordsmanship were not only given to Duanmu, but also to Jiang Liu'er.

Jiang Liu'er was naturally curious, how could Jiang Heng have the entry exercises of the Qingyan Ancient School, but she thought that Jiang Heng had a fight with her master yesterday.

What the hell is going on in the back mountain? He doesn't know?

It's just that after Jiang Heng came back from the back mountain, he became much calmer, or this was his original character.

It's just that it wasn't revealed at first, and this person is hard to figure out, but it's believable.

Especially when this exercise and sword technique were put in his hands, Jiang Heng whispered to him: "Practice hard!"

That feeling is like a brother treating his own brother, so warm that Jiang Liuer, who rarely feels cared for, warms his heart. He nodded heavily.

Later, Jiang Heng also took the introductory exercises and went to the secluded back mountain cliff.

The Gong Scroll was made by the old ghost, which was related to his own ability. As long as the other party becomes his ghost servant, everything on the other party belongs to him, so he can also find out the exercises and martial arts he has learned from the other party's mind anytime and anywhere, and directly make scrolls.

Due to the conditions, the scroll at this moment is just rag material.

However, Duanmu and Jiang Liu'er didn't feel any different. Because no matter how broken it is, I'm afraid that there will be no Taoist temple where they live to be broken......

On the cliff of the back mountain, Jiang Heng silently flicked the scroll open, and at this moment he continued to learn a set of exercises to improve his cultivation.

Although he has half of the madman's martial arts and the old ghost's moves, he still has no use for the exercises.

It's like the so-called internal force in martial arts novels, without internal force, even if you have a powerful move, you only use it twice, and you can't hold it because of insufficient internal force, how can you fight with your opponent?

Therefore, Jiang Heng had to take out the introductory exercises of the Qingyan Ancient School and planned to learn it, at this time......

The old ghost stood up as always, and gave himself a burst of ridicule: "This kind of garbage is not even worthy of being a handpiece of paper for this king!"

When hand-paper?

Do the ghosts also use the toilet?

Well, just if it's a metaphor!

Jiang Heng asked rhetorically: "Then what exercises do you have, don't tell me that it's your ghost clan again, our human race can't cultivate!"

The old ghost said mysteriously: "Gongfa, this king really doesn't have ...... I can take you somewhere, though!"

"Where?"

"Futu Seven Gates!"

The next moment, Jiang Heng's eyes darkened.

The cold air around swept in.

After a sense of suffocation wrapped in powerful darkness flashed, when Jiang Heng opened his eyes again, he was already in a void black world.

A cloud of black qi surrounded him, and explained to him, "This is the inner world of the Seven Beings of Futu, and only under the leadership of the residents here can you enter!"

Jiang Heng asked, "Can't I, the master, come in?"

"Can't!" the old ghost said, "So, don't mess with me if it's okay! If this king is in a bad mood one day, you will never be able to enter the Seven Lives of this Futu again, and the loss will be your own interests......

Benefit?

Does that mean that you can bring anything good to yourself here?

That good thing, Jiang Heng already had a vague impression in his heart.

Following the old ghost's instructions, Jiang Heng walked towards the depths of the black world and void, and on the way, the old ghost introduced half and half:

There is a powerful space inside the foreign body of Futu Qisheng, which is very vast. As for how big this world is, the ghost king has been here for hundreds of thousands of years, and he has never found an end.

Therefore, Jiang Heng was asked to follow up on the ghost king's black qi to avoid losing it.

And in these hundreds of thousands of years, the only discovery of the Ghost King in the Seven Lives of Futu is the place where he will take Jiang Heng next......

In this dark world, I don't know how long I walked, as if there was no time passing here.

Jiang Heng felt like a long time had passed, and it seemed like he had arrived at the place pointed by the old ghost in an instant.

It was a door......

No, it's far away, and if you count it, it's seven gates.

Seven gates leading directly to the sky, Jiang Heng stood in front of the door, like an ant, looking up at the top of the door, and sighed in his heart: This piece of heaven and earth must be big, so that this towering gate can seem so small......

Facing the Seven Gates, Jiang Heng knew that this was what the old ghost said-the Seven Gates of Futu.

Jiang Heng looked around in front of the seven gates and found that one of the seven doors had been opened, and the moment Jiang Heng saw it, it turned into an ordinary gate.

The word 'ghost' is printed on the door.

Jiang Heng said to himself: "Seven gates, the ghost gate has been opened!"

He subconsciously looked at the old ghost's black qi, and the old ghost said: "That's right, this is where this king used to stay! The remaining six gates are the remaining six as I said...... Earlier than I did, I entered the inhabitants of the Seven Realms of the Floating Slaughter. ”

As for who they are?

The old ghost doesn't know!

How to knock on their door, he doesn't know either!

Jiang Heng was obviously even more helpless......

Next, the old ghost asked Jiang Heng to walk to his ghost door, and after kneeling down with his back to the ghost gate, the old ghost said: "Next, how your creation is, it's up to you!"

As he spoke, the black qi representing the old ghost disappeared.

In the next moment, the remaining six gates also disappeared, leaving only that one ghost gate.

The murderous aura behind him kept coming, and Jiang Heng vaguely heard the voice of the old ghost:

"Behind that book is the murderous spirit of this king's life, and the resentment after death......"

"It is also the remnant humiliation of this king......"

The voice hit Jiang Heng's heart one after another, and his heart kept trembling.

"The king asks you, have you ever been humiliated?"

As that question came into his mind, Jiang Heng's mind came to mind the days of humiliation in the next three years in this world.

A cripple!

A lame man who struggles to prove his existence, goes up and down the mountain in the wind and rain to collect medicine to cure diseases and save people.

He didn't just want to be a hypocritical good person, he just wanted to prove that even if he was lame, he still had the value of his existence.

But the strange gaze never diminished, for he was a lame man! a lame man who was born to be sympathized!

Jiang Heng doesn't need this kind of sympathy! What he needs is recognition!

Life is worth it, death is fruitful!

White clouds and dogs, non-passing clouds......

If you are not willing to be born to others, you must be the king of ghosts when you die!

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"That kind of humiliation can't be felt unless you experience it yourself!"

Jiang Heng turned around..... His eyes looked coldly at the direction of the ghost gate, pointed there, and shouted: "The old ghost is enough! Although I, Jiang Heng, am disabled at the moment, I am not being bullied...... If you are willing to help me, you and I will join hands! If you don't judge me, I will not fail you! If you don't want to, I will abandon the seven lives of Futu, and you will find someone else...... The rest of the way, I, Jiang Heng, will walk by myself!!"

Will walk on their own......

The sound of words hit the ghost door.

The black gas behind the ghost gate was stunned......

Routine!

In the words of this kid - he didn't play according to the routine.

He still has a lot to say, he has been preparing for so long, and he has blocked two or three sentences from this kid.

Especially this kid, pointing to the ghost door, the tone of questioning ...... He did not shy away from shouting the word "old ghost".

"Is it finally no longer installed?"

The old ghost laughed loudly, and a cloud of black gas passed through the ghost gate and fell to Jiang Heng: "Just questioned this king, boy, crazy enough! I like it!"

A scroll wrapped in black gas ejected from the black gas and flew towards Jiang Heng, Jiang Heng stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the scroll in his hand.

The old ghost's voice sounded again: "This is the first of the Seven Classics of Futu! It contains the essence of all the exercises in the world, which is enough to be called the strongest exercise in the world! Although it is only a part now, it is enough for you to become a hegemon! If you are lucky... In time, by opening the remaining six doors, you may be able to get the rest. ”

"It would be nice to take it out earlier......"

A very meaningful smile flashed at the corner of Jiang Heng's mouth, but these old ghosts didn't see it, because he was still indulging in the origin of the "Seven Classics of Futu".

Even Jiang Heng complained: "Why are you doing so many routines?

When the old ghost reacted, he said dissatisfiedly: "This king is already very stylish! If it weren't for seeing that although your kid has average qualifications, but fortunately for the sake of being talented and diligent, this king would not have handed over this supreme book to you such a waste!"

"Why?"

"This king loves face very much! If you don't practice well, won't you ruin the prestige of this king!"

Jiang Heng shook his head helplessly: "I really don't know where I offended God, and I actually sent you, a bad-tempered and face-loving ghost king, to help me ......"

"What are you talking about?" The old ghost snorted coldly, Jiang Heng didn't pay attention to him at all, put away the Seven Lives of Futu, and turned to look at the remaining six gates that appeared again.

There was a hint of cunning in his eyes......