Wu Zhiqi smiled bitterly, of course he wouldn't stop with a little boy, but he dodged this crooked sword on one side of his body.

Bigan hurriedly took the long sword from the little boy's hand, pulled him back and asked, "Zishou, why is this?"

The little boy was out of breath, but he stared at Wu Zhiqi fiercely and said, "I read history a few days ago...... Seeing that this person's sin in my human race is as hard to write as it is written, why do you bother, uncle...... Why should you stop your son from being condemned and kill the wicked!"

Bigan Qingjun's face showed a helpless look, and he pulled him and sighed: "Zishou, you only know one thing, but you don't know the other." ”

The little boy glanced at the old man and Wu Zhiqi on the side suspiciously, and felt in his heart that this pale man with an excessive wine appearance did not look like a good person, could the history books still wronged people?

Bigan looked at Wu Zhiqi and slowly spoke: "Mr. Wu was sealed in the formation thousands of years ago, and he just got out of trouble recently?"

Wu Zhiqi nodded.

Bigan turned his head to look at the old man Chu again: "Mr. Chu is here to bring Mr. Wu to borrow the 'Tianxin Water' in my pool to heal his wounds?"

The old man stroked his beard and his head, Wu Zhiqi's face had a different color, he didn't want this young man to be powerless, but he could deduce many things in a short period of time.

After Bigan got the affirmation of the old man Chu, he squatted down, looked at the boy with his cuffs to help him wipe the dust off his face, and said lovingly: "Zishou, this matter is a secret of my human race, and I plan to let you know about it later, but since I have this opportunity today, I will also say it together." He paused: "A thousand years ago, the flood of the human race was raging, and the history recorded Yinglong...... After suppressing Wu Zhiqi, Emperor Yu walked the world to relieve the flood. But this is an unjust case. When Ying Long's name was mentioned, he glanced at Wu Zhiqi and found that Wu Zhiqi's face had not changed, so he continued.

The little boy listened attentively with wide eyes and curiosity.

"There are many doubts in this case, and there is no conclusion so far, the high-level of the human race unanimously believes that there is a problem within the water tribe, and Mr. Wu has always had a very good relationship with the human race, and he must have been wronged, but at that time, the dragon clan was in charge of the five lakes and the four seas, and he killed Mr. Wu at the request of the dragon to threaten the lives of all the people in the world, it was Di Shun and Dayu who resisted the pressure, and after the negotiation, they were able to suppress the result of a thousand years, and the dragon clan also helped Di Shun relieve the flood. ”

Wu Zhiqi's heart moved when he heard Dayu's name, and he slowly asked, "Xi Wenming...... Where are you now?"

The old man Chu Shu said with a smile: "After the three ancient emperors attained the Tao, they entered the fire cloud cave outside the sky to cultivate, and did not ask about the world, and the five emperors also followed one after another, Di Yu was the last emperor in the world to enter the fire cloud cave, and somehow, no one in the human race could enter the fire cloud cave later." ”

Wu Zhiqi, who heard that the old man was fine, smiled and did not speak.

The little boy tilted his head and looked at Wu Zhiqi and said, "If it was really saved by Emperor Yu, then you should not have harmed the human race, are you really not a bad person?"

Wu Zhiqi scratched his head helplessly: "Do I look like a bad guy?"

The little boy had a serious face, nodded heavily, and said in a milky voice, "It's not like a good person." ”

The old man Chu Tuan and Bigan laughed, and Wu Zhiqi looked at the little boy, and also showed a sincere smile that he had not seen for a long time.

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"Dare to ask Mr. Wu, what is the truth about the flood back then?" asked Bigan with doubts.

Wu Zhiqi pondered for a long time, and whispered his judgment over the years: "Ying Long...... Colluded with the dragon and prepared for five hundred years to destroy the 'scourge fight' array in the 'Vortex Shrine'. First salute me with poisonous wine, and then Yinglong came to provoke, I was poisoned and invincible, and the dragon detonated the 'scourge', and became a flood to blackmail the human race to kill me, and the rest ......" He thought of the candle that disappeared 1,500 years ago and the little dive who disappeared on the wedding day, and forced himself to press his anxious mood, "I don't know either." ”

After Bigan heard about it, his face was full of shock, and he wanted to open his mouth to ask again, but he thought of meeting for the first time, and getting along with him was the most taboo and shallow and deep, so he could only hold back and sigh: "Since Mr. has come out of trouble, he will recuperate in my house, if there is a need, just command, this 'Tianxin Shui' is useless to me, Mr. will take it at will." ”

Wu Zhiqi saluted and thanked him.

The young man then squatted down and asked the little boy, "Zishou, Mr. Chu said that you have the talent for cultivating the Tao and recommended Mr. Wu to be your master, are you willing?"

The little boy snorted and said, "My master has to be a great hero. Slanted his eyes and glanced at the thin Wu Zhiqi, "This guy doesn't look like it." ”

Bigan said patiently: "Mr. Wu built the Vortex Shrine in the Huai River back then, and swept the world in five hundred years, and even the Dragon Clan had to temporarily avoid its front. Countless heroes have never received it if they want to worship the subordinates, and if they are beginners, they will be able to learn a skill. ”

Wu Zhiqi knew that if he didn't show some real skills, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bluff this little kid, so he said: "I have a drop of 'Xuanxuan Vortex Divine Water' here, which can be cultivated in the body, and it can be used to wash the body, broaden the meridians, and cast the Dao foundation." ”

As he spoke, he raised his dry left hand, and a drop of dark blue water that shone with the aura of ancient and desolate water condensed and then suspended above his index finger, filled with aura, and slowly floated in front of the little boy.

The young man looked at the old man Chu Lu, the old man nodded, and said in amazement: "This 'Xuanxuan Vortex Divine Water' is the first of all the waters in the world, and it is difficult to find a drop in the wilderness, but it is a pity that it cannot act on itself, otherwise the palace master's injury will be cured thousands of years ago." ”

Wu Zhiqi smiled bitterly and nodded, and Xiao Tong curiously stretched out his finger and gently tapped at the water droplet. He felt a little coolness from his fingertips running down his fingers and straight into his body, and the innate feeling of heat and dryness was gone. I felt that my whole body was full of strength, and my vision was much clearer, and I seemed to be able to see many small dust insects that I had ignored before. When he reached out to draw his sword again, he who had just turned six years old easily pulled out the bronze long sword that was the same height as him with one hand, and swung it a few times.

Xiao Tong was overjoyed, ran to Wu Zhiqi's side and pulled his sleeve: "Sir, sir, is there still such water, I want to get stronger quickly, and go to help my father go to the border to kill the enemy!"

Wu Zhiqi said embarrassedly: "If you have mana, you will have ten drops, but now you can't do it, and if you want it, it will be gone." He looked at the disappointed look on the face of the boy in red, and felt a little unbearable, reached out and touched his round head, and said, "This drop of water is full of the spiritual power that I have collected on the bottom of the East China Sea for thousands of years. It's just that you can't make the best use of your mortal body now, and after cultivating the Tao, it is a trivial matter to fully absorb this drop of water and fly into the sky and the earth. ”

After hearing this, the little boy became even more excited, and clutched his sleeve tightly: "Can you fly in the sky? Then I want to cultivate! Master, teach me!"

Wu Zhiqi looked at Xiao Tong's excited appearance, and suddenly thought that maybe the candle always looked like a young man, but he should have been so cute when he was a child, dressed in red, smart and smart, and always couldn't be idle. A warmth flowed through his heart, and he said with a smile: "Okay, I'll teach you." ”

Bigan was happy to see it on the sidelines, but he was a little lonely in his heart, there is no one in ten who can cultivate the Tao in the world, and there is no one out of ten who are highly talented. This time he has gone to countless people who are interested in cultivation, and when he was a child, he also had a dream of traveling all over the world in one day after becoming an immortal. But even if he is now in a high position in the court at a young age, holding Xuanhe's authority, and even when he was just born, the high priest commented that he "has seven knots in his heart, exquisite and clear", but he has no posture of cultivation, which is inevitably a pity. But I have already figured it out, and it is a great luck that my young nephew can have this opportunity. The regret in my heart sighed with one breath, and only the joy and blessing of the son remained.

"Okay, well, since ancient times, famous teachers have made high apprentices, and if you can achieve this beautiful thing, the old man also has a wish. In this way, you can travel the world again, and hang the pot to help the world. The old man Chu said unashamedly, but there was no color on his face, obviously he was very convinced of the old man's medical skills, and he also knew that he had failed to keep the old man many times before, and this time there was still no possibility. In pity, Bigan did not squirm, and immediately asked people to prepare a carriage and horses to send the old man away. Wu Zhiqi later learned that the old man Chu Shu had cured his son's serious illness today, and even cured his mother's lung disease for many years. That's why Bigan has great trust in him. It's just that Chu Chu's heart is in the world, and a palace can't keep him.

Tears also welled up in Zishou's smart eyes, and he was a little reluctant to give up this strange old man who had cured his father's illness and found himself a teacher. It's just that he couldn't keep it, so he had to salute Wu Zhiqi and Bigan and send the old man away.

The old man waved his sleeves and sang a long song, the tune was quaint, and he couldn't really hear it, but he walked but staggered, as if the wine he had just drunk had not woken up, the autumn day was covered by stratus clouds, and under the cold wind, he sang all the way, startling countless birds and breaking a few branches.