Three poles in the sun, Fu Huanjing finally woke up, and the wound on his arm was no longer in serious trouble.

Futu, the secret servant of the Jingxin Wine Workshop, hurriedly brought healing medicine and wine for his beloved apprentice, and persuaded him to drink it while it was hot.

"Stinky boy, do you have to go to the human world outside this square inch mountain?" the dark servant Futu leaned against the window, took a puff of dry smoke, and asked casually to Fu Huanjing, the beloved disciple on the bed.

"Master, the apprentice's cultivation in the human world this time is indeed a must-go! Being trapped in this square inch of the mountain for a long time, the apprentice is really too tormented and uncomfortable. Therefore, the disciple has decided not to draw the ground as a prison, but to go to the human realm to overcome the calamities and improve his cultivation realm. Fu Huanjing, who drank the medicinal wine, explained.

"Stinky boy, you have broken your natal porcelain, the bridge of immortality is broken, and the marriage line is dead. What can you rely on to go to that human realm?" asked the Dark Servant Futu with a smile spread his hands.

"Master, if an apprentice has a Heavenly Machine Stone, why can't he go to the human world!" Fu Huanjing groped for the dust-free bag on his waist, rummaging up and down for the Heavenly Machine Stone.

"Stinky boy, don't waste any more effort to rummage through your dust-free bag! One day, when you are ready, the teacher will naturally return it to you. The Dark Squire smiled as he patted the dust-free bag on his waist.

"Master, the apprentice is really ready. With the guidance of the Great Chronicle of the Realm, the disciple's cultivation in the human realm will definitely turn evil into good fortune. Fu Huanjing pointed to the thick book on the round table in front of him and said.

"Return!"

I saw the thin old man by the window, and the middle finger of his right hand waved lightly at the book on the round table. The book vanished and returned to its original shelf.

"Stinky boy, tell the teacher! What can you rely on now to guide you to turn evil into good fortune in the human world?" asked the dark servant Futu with a smile.

"Master, you don't have to be an apprentice, just kill them all like this!" Fu Huanjing said with an aggrieved face.

"Kill them all, stinky boy, don't forget! If it weren't for the teacher last night, he rescued you from the claws of that divine beast Pixiu in time. You stinky boy, you are drinking soup in front of Meng Po in the Netherworld Ghost Capital!" Shadow Servant Futu said with a little annoyance.

"Master, the apprentice knows his mistake! But you have also seen that this illusory world is unfair everywhere, and it is really difficult for the apprentice to have a chance to improve his cultivation!" Fu Huanjing hurriedly walked out of bed barefoot, pinched his shoulders and said with a hippie smile for the thin old man by the window.

"Injustice? stinky boy, I didn't see that there was any injustice everywhere in this illusion world! Recently, I saw a bastard boy who stole the soul gathering orb of Murong Luanjie. Guess who that bastard boy is?" asked the Dark Squire Futu as he stared at Fu Huanjing directly.

"Oh, master, how can your old man turn his elbow out?" Fu Huanjing hurriedly searched for his dust-free bag, and found that the Soul Gathering Orb was missing, and complained to the thin old man.

"Criminal, kneel!" the dark servant Futu was suddenly annoyed, and with the long-mouthed pipe in his hand, he knocked Fu Huanjing to his knees and roared.

"Ahh

"To take without asking is to steal. Stinky boy, have you been taught these shitty things in the past ten years?" The dark servant Futu took off the scabbard of the Amazing Sword on his back, slapped Fu Huanjing on the ground hard, and asked loudly.

"Master, there is nothing wrong with the apprentice! Dealing with the daughter of that wicked man, the apprentice should be even worse than him!" Fu Huanjing said with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, still unrepentant.

"Stinky boy, you are still justified in stealing other people's property without permission! I will let you be unrepentant, and I will not beat you to death today for the sake of the teacher!" Fu Tu, the dark servant, whipped harder, and Fu Huanjing on the ground shouted.

"Master, you beat the dead apprentice today. Anyway, I am alone, and no one will pity me. You whipped me to death, but it's fine. In that case, I won't have to endure these pains and tortures every day!" Fu Huan knelt on the ground, vomiting blood and crying.

"Want to die, stinky boy, I won't let you die as a teacher! Your parents' blood feud is still waiting for you kid, go and help them pay for their blood debts!"

"Master, my father privately told my apprentice before his death that you have a set of supreme swordsmanship, which can be compared to that wicked Murong Bo. But why don't you want to teach your apprentice to you, old man? If you think that your apprentice's qualifications are dull and unworthy of learning that profound swordsmanship, it is better to end the apprentice's life with a sword. Fu Huanjing forced each other to die.

"Stinky boy, that set of swordsmanship is too angry. Kill 1,000 enemies and lose 800 yourself. Even if you are taught by the teacher, you are lucky enough to win the wicked Murong Bo, but what can you do? He is defeated, but he is afraid, he is afraid, not convinced. As a teacher, you want to win him and win his heart. The Shadow Servant Fu Tu picked up his beloved disciple and explained.

"Master, what do you want your apprentice to do?" Fu Huanjing asked as he wiped away the blood stains from the corners of his mouth.

"Stinky boy, you must understand that you have good intentions for your teacher! Now you are not deeply involved in the world, and the foundation of your cultivation is not yet stable. If you are a teacher, you will be allowed to go to the human world to practice. When you first arrive in the human world, you will definitely swing the heaviest punch, draw the fastest sword, and drink the strongest wine. You say, is what the teacher said right?" asked the Dark Servant Futu as he took a sip of the immortal brew in the sword cultivation pot.

"What the master said, every word is fine! However, please tell the apprentice how to do it?" Fu Huanjing asked.

"Stinky boy, know yourself and know your opponent, and you will not be defeated in a hundred battles. You always say that you have been trapped in this square inch for a long time. Shouting every day, no longer drawing the ground as a prison. But if you want to tell me for the teacher, this is trapped in the square inch of the mountain, and there is a benefit of being trapped in this square inch. Although the sparrow is small, it has all kinds of organs. Take a peek and know the whole leopard. You stinky boy, you can figure out all the things in this square inch of mountain, and it will also help you lay a solid foundation for your cultivation. The Shadow Servant continued to drink.

"Master, I don't know what the advantages of this no longer draw the ground as a prison?" Fu Huanjing asked.

"Stinky boy, this no longer draws the ground as a prison, and naturally it also has the advantage of no longer drawing the ground as a prison. If one day, you walk out of this illusory realm and go to the land of the nine continents of the human realm, of course, it will help you to see more and more. Thinking of the Kunpeng that covers the sky, although it is difficult to take care of the whole body, it soars to 90,000 miles and swallows mountains and rivers. However, the wood of the hug is born in the end of the millimeter, the nine-story platform starts from the soil, and the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. You stinky boy, you should still practice more boxing and cultivate your heart and sword. First of all, lay a solid foundation for these practices. The Dark Waiter Futu said drunkly.

"Master, this hugging wood is born in the end of a millimeter, the nine-story platform starts from the soil, and the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. I don't know, how can I explain it?" Fu Huan asked, holding the drunken and thin old man.

"The big tree that hugs you grows in small sprouts, the nine-story platform is built on every pile of soil, and the journey of thousands of miles has been the first step under your feet since ancient times. Yuwen Leopard, the owner of the Bagua Gate, held an empty wine jug in his hand, and slowly walked into the door and said.

"Master Yuwenmen, please tell me this stupid apprentice, why did he reward him for his diligence that day, but he never rewarded him quickly. I'll go and scoop a pot for you, the best fairy brew. The secret servant Futu took it, and the door master Yuwen Leopard handed him the empty wine jug, and immediately sobered up.

"Quick, Sixth Elder, please sit here!" Fu Huanjing hurriedly moved a jujube wood stool and chair for the door master Yuwen Leopard and said.

"Young man, you have a lot of eyesight! I haven't blinded your master, and I have worked hard for the past ten years. As the old saying goes, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. Your master just wants you to be a simple person, down-to-earth and pragmatic, not indulging in fantasies, and not bothering yourself. Then, understand the deep meaning of the word ordinary, that is, not to fight or grab, not to be jealous, not to envy or resent, not to be arrogant or humble, to be kind to yourself and others. The door master Yuwen Leopard sat down and said to Fu Huanjing, who was standing on the side.

"May you have no waves in this life, and I will not be sad and happy for the rest of my life. The secret servant Futu, holding two glasses of fine wine, handed a glass to the door master Yuwen Leopard and said.

The two close friends talked happily and complained to each other.

"Master, I don't know what apprentices should start with, what little things to start with?" asked Fu Huanjing on the side.

"Stinky boy, you should first sort out a book of illusory objects! Your master and I have enough pen and paper, and I will definitely not dislike your ugly handwriting. Anyway, we are two masters and apprentices, and we have a lot of time. Over time, I believe that your handwriting will be neat and beautiful. The Dark Servant Futu drank heartily.