Before I could respond, Xu Mo had already shaken his head into a rattle, and pleaded in his mouth: "Master, I must learn my skills well, but can you teach it slowly, isn't it good for us to flow slowly?"

Zhi'an raised his voice softly: "If you were my apprentice, the ring ruler would have hit your body at this time."

"I'm telling you, this is your master, he let you die today, he's right."

After that, Zhi'an talked lightly on Zhi'an's head: "I don't respect the teacher at all, what rules are you talking about!"

Xu Mo rubbed his head and pouted reluctantly: "Got it, master."

Zhi'an dragged me aside again: "After all, don't be too ruthless."

I couldn't help but laugh, "You're a typical knife mouth, tofu heart. I can't do anything ruthless, I have to say a few hard words."

Seeing that he was still arguing, I first gagged him: "Don't worry, I have a number."

The location left by the old man for me was Niuyan Village, which was next to Mo Nan.

From the moment I entered the village, the air was filled with a strong smell of fish.

Xu Mo covered his mouth, retched a few times and almost vomited.

I immediately came up with a plan and said, "Xu Mo, you go and pick up all the horse manure along the way."

Xu Modeng was stunned: "Master, what do you want this thing for?"

"You care about me? Hurry up!"

My arrogance made Xu Mo want to cry without tears, and looked down: "There are no gloves here, what can I do!"

"With your hands."

"Where do you pick it up?"

"In your pocket."

Xu Mo looked at Zhi'an, and Zhi'an simply turned his head away and didn't respond to him at all.

In desperation, Xu Mo had no choice but to start the road of collecting dung on the side of the road.

Even if Xu Mo is lucky, there is very little horse manure on the side of the road, and it is not easy to see a few, which have also been air-dried.

Looking at Xu Mo's constipated expression, I reminded again: "Air-dried horse manure doesn't smell good, if you treat it as a brick and tile, you won't be disgusting."

After walking all the way, Xu Mo stuffed the horse manure he picked up into his pocket, and looked at me aggrievedly.

"Master, it's all here, can you see enough?"

I nodded with a little satisfaction, "Okay, throw it away."

Not to mention Xu Mo, even Zhi'an was surprised.

"Aren't you playing with me?"

Xu Moteng's face turned red: "You are a master, you can't bully people like this!"

"Hey! I'm bullying you, what's wrong?"

Xu Mo gasped, smashed the horse manure aside, and strode forward with a snort.

Zhi'an looked at me with a complicated expression: "You are still too ruthless to do this."

"This is just the beginning."

After speaking, I ran after Xu Mo unhurriedly.

In a sense, I just deliberately disgusted him.

When I got to him, I tentatively asked, "What's the matter? Are you really angry?"

Xu Mo glared at me fiercely, put his finger in front of my eyes, and roared angrily, "You smell so bad!"

I didn't care about shoving his fingers into my mouth and asked, "So what?"

Xu Mo covered his mouth and spit it out.

After a long time, he covered his chest and got up: "Master, you, you ......."

"Gross!"

I just looked at him calmly, and the moment Xu Mo completely eased up, he looked at me with an uncomfortable face.

After a while, he spoke, "Master, don't look at me like that, I was wrong."

"You're not wrong."

I replied firmly, "People have things they hate, and I'm no exception, but I can overcome them."

After a pause, I asked, "Have you ever seen a dead man?"

"Yes."

"Are you afraid?"

Xu Mo pursed his lips and thought for a while, "Grandpa is not afraid when he is here."

"Have you ever seen a master who has died?"

Xu Mo was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head vigorously: "Driving corpses without sewing corpses, I haven't seen a miserable death."

I chuckled a few times, shook my head, and said, "If you put a drowned corpse in front of you right now, you've been soaking in water for four days on dog days, and you're carrying a watermelon in your stomach."

I patted my head, "Yes, it's called the Giant View."

"Do you dare to let you go over now?"

Xu Mo's face changed, he shook his head vigorously, and then nodded slowly.

"Shake your head or nod your head?"

It can be seen that he almost held his breath before he spit out: "I am indeed afraid, but I am a Taoist priest, so I should not be afraid."

"Well done."

I slapped him on the shoulder, "I'm telling you, not only have I done a great job for the Giant Temple, I've also carried it."

"I remember that the summer before last, the body was soaked in the water for at least seven days, and when it was scooped up, there was no one left, and I carried it to the shore for him."

As I spoke, I turned around and pointed at him with my back, "His stomach exploded right on my back."

"It took me at least half a year to wash off that stench."

Xu Mo frowned and didn't speak for a long time.

I put my arms around his neck and laughed, "You're right, you can be afraid, but you can't be afraid."

"If you're afraid, what do you let those sufferers do?"

After speaking, I looked back and saw that Zhi'an and Mao Ye were about to catch up, so I started to walk first, and talked to Xu Mo about the history of Mr. Yin and Yang of the Northern School as I walked.

The northern people are rough and have a bold personality, whether they are teaching children or taking apprentices, they basically don't use any gentle policies.

What is particular about rolling in muddy water, choking in blood, and being able to stand up again, that is the real man!