Yushu Zhenren chose Anping, and the general led the other party into the Qingcheng faction, and after deciding the candidate, the child immediately had to say goodbye to his family and follow him to the division.

As for Ah Mao, who was defeated, Yushu Zhenren did not completely abandon it, because of the bandits, Ah Mao had difficulty gaining a foothold in the village, and the village chief also talked to him about it.

As the head of a village, although this old man is also annoyed by Ah Mao's selfishness, after all, this is the child he watched grow up, and he can't bear the other party to be so muddy for a lifetime, so he also privately begged Yushu Zhenren, hoping that the other party will also accept Ah Mao.

Yushu Zhenren did not agree to accept the apprentice, but because of Ah Mao's life-saving grace to him, he promised to take Ah Mao away and not let the other party be homeless.

At first, Yushu Zhenren's idea was to find a suitable family for the other party on the way back to the mountain, leave money and ask them to adopt Ah Mao, and when the other party grows up, he will prepare an errand for the other party to make a living, to ensure the safety of the other party, and it can be regarded as repaying the life-saving grace.

However, after knowing the vastness of the rivers and lakes, Ah Mao's heart is no longer something that this small village and town can tolerate, he and An Ping left with Yushu Zhenren, but in the face of Yushu Zhenren's bitter words, he couldn't listen to half a word.

In terms of priorities, Yushu Zhenren was not confined to doing everything at once, he first took his two children across the mountain again, and this time, they did not encounter Qian Xiaoxiao who stood in the way.

After successfully passing through the mountain, he officially entered the Shu land, and Yushu Zhenren's hanging heart gradually let go, he first sent a letter to the master, and then stopped here.

While waiting for the teacher's reply, Yushu Zhenren did not forget to teach the two children, although he did not choose Ah Mao, but when teaching martial arts, he did not stop the other party from watching and learning.

Anping and Ah Mao learn art together, the gap is obvious, Ah Mao only needs three times to be able to master the moves, and Anping needs ten or even twenty times to be able to get started.

The more he practiced, the more Ah Mao despised and even despised An Ping, and at the same time, the hatred for Yushu Zhenren in his heart became stronger and stronger.

He didn't understand that martial arts on the rivers and lakes were the most important, and giving up a good talent like himself and teaching a piece of wood instead, Yushu Zhenren's heart was simply boundless.

Thinking of the fact that he still has a life-saving grace for Yushu Zhenren, Ah Mao is even more unable to suppress the resentment in his heart.

Once the seeds of hatred are planted, it is difficult to get rid of them, and when it takes root and sprouts, it will soon bear the flowers of sin, and Yushu Zhenren does not know this, or even if he does, he may not be able to eliminate evil in its infancy.

Time passed day by day, Ah Mao watched the more and more natural relationship between Yushu Zhenren and Anping, and looked at the smile on the stupid boy's face, the hatred in his heart was like a wave, rolling endlessly.

It is worth mentioning that the coil carried by Yushu Zhenren was lost in the torrent a long time ago, which is why the other party chose to stop when he came out of the mountain.

And the place where the three of them temporarily live is an ordinary but not ordinary Taoist temple, which is said to be ordinary because this Taoist temple is small and old, and the disciples are nowhere to be found, as if it has been abandoned.

But it is not ordinary, but because this Taoist temple is not an ownerless thing, when the three of them arrived, the person they met in the Taoist temple was actually a monk.

This monk wore a robe, turned his back to everyone, and never showed his true face, only said that the master of the temple went out to visit friends, and if the three of them wanted to stay, it would be good to be free.

Yushu Zhenren may have noticed that something was wrong, but he didn't say it, but happily chose to stay.

On this day, Yushu Zhenren was still teaching Anping in the front yard, and Ah Mao was already familiar with those moves, so he disdained to practice martial arts with Anping, and wandered around the watch alone with boredom.

This temple is not big, but there is a twilight air inside and out, and there is uncleaned dust and cobwebs everywhere, which makes him really doubt that there are people living here.

As Mao walked, he reached the backyard, where the monk lived, and he thought of the other party's lukewarm voice, and shrunk his neck, and wanted to turn back.

The moment he turned his head, a stranger blocked his retreat, startling him.

"Y-who are you?" Ah Mao asked subconsciously.

The man looked down at him, and suddenly sighed in a low voice: "His vision is good, you are indeed far worse than that kid." ”

Ah Mao was stunned, and what followed was boundless anger, almost without the other party pointing out, that look was really like this, and immediately reminded him of Anping's muddy boy.

Ah Mao seemed to be able to hear a trace of contempt in the other party's words, and a little ridicule of his own inadequacy.

"What did you say!" Ah Mao broke out, although as soon as the words came out, he knew that he was already in trouble, but the anger above gave him the courage to face the other side at this moment.

The man looked at Ah Mao, his steps were a little, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the other party's sight, and before Ah Mao could recover from his surprise, he found that his feet were off the ground, and the surrounding scenery was retreating backwards like an afterimage.

The man picked up Ah Mao and brought him to a hut in the corner of the backyard, and the frightened Ah Mao had just landed on his feet, and before he could catch his breath, a force came from his back, he exclaimed, and was kicked directly into the house by the other party.

Falling into the house, Ah Mao screamed in pain, and before the words in his chest could be scolded, the strange burning smell on his face made him almost vomit the overnight meal.

Ah Mao covered his mouth and nose, raised his head suddenly, and saw a large disgusting mass of charred black mixed together in the dim room, although he couldn't tell what it was, but the pungent smell was definitely the most disgusting thing he had ever smelled in his life.

"Take a look." The man's voice sounded behind him like a ghost.

Ah Mao trembled, and subconsciously followed the instructions of the other party, he pinched the wall, endured the nausea and got up, he walked forward for a while, trying to see what the darkness was.

Smack.

Ah Mao, who had just walked a few steps away, seemed to have accidentally stepped on something, he looked down, his eyes widened, and he suffered cardiopulmonary arrest.

It was a broken palm, Ah Mao stood in place sluggishly, and the next second, his mouth unconsciously opened to the maximum, and he was about to exclaim, but he was covered by the Taoist behind him.

The Daoist ignored Ah Mao's struggles and asked lightly, "I heard, you really want to become a disciple of Yushu?" ”

Mao struggled in horror, but the man's hand was like an iron tong, and he couldn't break free, and after a long time, he was finally forced to recover from the panic.

Sensing the change in Ah Mao, the man let go of his hand, and Ah Mao, who collapsed to the ground like a dead dog, heard the repeated question again: "Do you want to become a disciple of Yushu?" ”

Ah Mao trembled, he shook his head again and again, and cried mournfully: "I don't want to! I don't want to! Please—don't kill me! ”

The man snorted coldly, shook his hand and left the room, and his voice soon came from outside: "Sure enough, it's a waste, old monk, he will hand it over to you." ”

"Amitabha, Lord Ke is kind, but the poor monk is disrespectful."

Ah Mao looked at the monk who walked into the room in horror, and before he could open his mouth to beg for mercy, the other party pointed a finger on his body, and suddenly told him that he couldn't make a sound.

"Little donor, rest assured, the poor monk will not harm your life." As he spoke, the monk opened Ah Mao's mouth, took out a bottle of medicine and poured it into him.

The moment he entered his throat, pain filled Ah Mao's whole body, but he couldn't make a sound, his body subconsciously rolled and curled up, and his blurred vision was filled with the charred black mass, at this moment, Ah Mao seemed to have come to hell.

(End of chapter)