"I feel like we've blown him into a balloon!"

"Damn, this shape is completely ruined!"

"It's a good thing, the demon lord's worries can be put to rest!"

"But I want to ask, who is going to teach him now?"

The discussion of the four old men brought the old man in yellow back to his senses.

"Dumbfounded, right? Didn't you withdraw? Got into trouble? Don't fight?" he mocked as his resentful gaze swept over the four of them.

"You're the leader, big brother!"

"Yes, we're following the big brother!"

"You are the eldest brother, of course you will carry the accident!"

"If you don't knock him out, he won't be at our mercy, we won't be able to hit him at the same time, he won't be a dead fat man......"

The four protested in unison.

"Come on, I'm too lazy to talk to you. I'll go and ask the old man to see what to do!" the yellow-robed old man brushed his sleeves away.

By the clear stream, next to the dense trees, there is a simple wooden house. A thin old man with fluttering silver hair was sitting on a big rock in front of the wooden house fishing.

"Old man, he's coming. But ......" The old man in the yellow robe came behind him and stood respectfully.

"I already know. The demon lord has a saying, let him go his own way, and don't use external forces to interfere with his growth. You can be wrong, and you must not be wrong!" the old man smiled.

"Then why didn't you stop us?"

"If I intervene, won't I become a stronger external force?" the old man gently lifted the fishing rod. A carp weighing a pound, constantly struggling, sparkling in the sun.

"What now?"

"The five veins are extended, and no one in hell can teach him. Even in this world, there are only a few exercises suitable for him to cultivate. Just let him go out and be self-taught, a qiē casual!" The old man put the fish into the basket beside him and sighed softly.

"I'm worried that this seedling will die outside. ”

"Then use the most ruthless warrior in hell to temper him! Let him know what it means to die and live again!"

"I'm afraid that when he goes out, he will provoke women indiscriminately. ”

"Then let the most beautiful woman in hell keep torturing him! Let him understand what is called the Gentle Township, that is, the Hero's Tomb!"

The old man's words decided Zhu Xiaoqi's fate for the next two years.

During the day, he is a sandbag of a martial madman, and at night, he is a stunningly beautiful toy. When he dragged his scarred crawl to bed, he threw himself into his arms, teasing the young man in the most seductive way in the world, and then attacked him with all sorts of hidden weapons while he slept in the middle of the night, stabbing him like a hedgehog.

At the time of parting, five old men came to see him off and brought him a glass of wine.

"This cup of poisonous wine, for your heroism, drink it bravely, Xiao Qi!"

"Don't spill it! Wine is easy to brew, poison is not easy to refine, drink and cherish!"

"Three years later, remember to come back and detoxify!

"Xiao Qi, why do you have tears in your eyes? When you leave, don't be sad, don't be melancholy, take your feet and stride forward! Poisonous wine? What poisonous wine? You are really ignorant! That is the deep affection of everyone in hell who wants you to go home often, and it represents our reluctance and longing for you!"

"I was beaten thousands of times, slept with a stunning girl, grew fat, and drank a glass of poisonous wine! In the place of sighing, in addition to the pit father, it is still a pit father!" Looking back at the oasis, Zhu Xiaoqi wanted to cry without tears.