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, his natal porcelain has been shattered, the bridge of immortality is broken, and the marriage line is dead. What can I rely on to get 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 that dust-free bag! When one day, when it is ready, the teacher will naturally return it. 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! Now, what can you rely on to guide the evil to turn into good fortune in the human world?" asked the secret servant Fu Tu 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.

If it weren't for the teacher last night, I would have rescued him from the claws of the divine beast Pixiu in time. A stinky boy, right now, drinking soup in front of Meng Po in the Netherworld Ghost Capital!" Dark 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 servant 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 taught these shitty things in the past ten years as a teacher?" 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, stealing other people's property without permission is reasonable! I let you be unrepentant, and I will not beat you to death today as a teacher!" the dark servant Futu 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 for my teacher! My parents' blood feud is deep, and I am still waiting for the kid to 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 he was taught by the teacher and won the wicked Murong Bo by luck, what could he do? He was defeated, but he was afraid, he was afraid, not convinced. As a teacher, you want to win him and win him to be convinced. 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! If you are a teacher, you are allowed to go to the human world to practice. When you first arrive in the human world, you will definitely swing the heaviest fist, draw the fastest sword, and drink the strongest wine. Say, is what the master 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. always said that he had been trapped in this square inch of the mountain 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 leopard. A stinky boy, being able to figure out all the things about this square inch of mountain will also help lay a solid foundation for 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, out of this illusory realm and go to the land of the nine continents of the human realm, of course, it is conducive to seeing more and more knowledge. Thinking about the Kunpeng that covers the sky, although it is difficult to take care of the body, it soars up to 90,000 miles, swallowing 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. This stinky boy, at present, should still practice more boxing and cultivate the 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 together grows in small sprouts, the nine-story high platform is built on every pile of soil, and the journey of thousands of miles has been the first step from Fu Huanjing, the first step under his feet, starting to come out of it. 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 paid him quickly. I'm going to go and get a pot of good fairy brew for Sheng. 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 am not blind in vain, and I have worked hard for ten years. As the old saying goes, if you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. The master just wants to be a simple person, down-to-earth and pragmatic, not indulging in fantasies, and not bothering himself. 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 there be 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, let's sort out a book of illusory tales first! Master, I have enough pen and paper, and I will definitely not dislike the ugly handwriting. Anyway, we are two masters and apprentices, and we have a lot of time. Over time, the teacher believes that the handwriting will be neat and beautiful. The Dark Servant Futu drank heartily.

After hearing this, Fu Huanjing made a farewell to the two of them and went to various places in the illusory world to collect information and use it to write the Illusory World Chronicles.

The two people on the wine table, the glasses are staggered, and they don't get drunk and don't return.

"Master of the Meditation Workshop, the swordsmanship I have heard of is comparable to the strongest Great Elder Murong Bo in our Illusion Realm. I don't know if I have a chance to see it?" Xuanyuan Langse, the sixth elder who had been eavesdropping outside the door for a long time, hurriedly entered the door, sat next to the two of them, and asked the secret servant Futu drinking.

"This is a heavenly opportunity, no comment!" the thin old man pretended to be drunk, and replied in a non-compliant manner.

"Sixth Elder, this frog at the bottom of the well, only knows how to sit in the well and watch the sky. Even if you can see it, what if Brother Futu's outstanding swordsmanship can still be stolen?"

"Master Yuwen, I'm afraid that the two of us will be coaxed and played with by his pair of masters and apprentices who like to deceive. In fact, he secretly served Futu, and he was simply a useless waste. Sixth Elder Xuanyuan Langse slapped the wine table with his right hand, and shook the thin old man several feet away and said.

"Sixth Elder, what do you want to do? This meditation wine shop, it's not yet the turn to go wild!"

"Sure enough, there is a waste person, farewell!" said the sixth elder Xuanyuan Langse, who gently waved the bamboo fan in his hand with his right hand, and disappeared in front of the eyes of the two.

"Brother Futu, is it okay?" the door master, Yuwen Leopard, helped the seriously injured thin old man, sat on the edge of the bed, and asked him.

"It's okay! Thank you, Brother Yuwen, for coming to the rescue just now. The thin old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said.

Seeing that both of them were a little drunk, in case something bad happened, the two parted ways to each other and left.

"Back then, I secretly served Futu, in that human world. At the age of forty, he opened the gate of heaven with a sword and re-entered the land immortals. Do you want to show off in front of the two of you!" muttered to himself, the secret servant Futu, who was lying on the bed.

The next day, Yuwen Leopard, the owner of the door, carried some elixirs for treating internal injuries with him, and came to the gate of the meditation wine shop alone.

"Brother Futu, these healing pills are a little bit of heart, and I hope you must accept them! I found that Chen Ping'an, who was in the Lizhu Cave Heaven, was much more reasonable. It's really admirable, and I feel ashamed of myself!" Yuwen Leopard, the master of the door, entered the winery, handed the healing pill on his waist to the thin old man and said.

"No! Brother Yuwen, it's too famous! This healing elixir, it's not good for my brother to pretend to excuse it, so I'll accept it for the time being! It's just that Brother Yuwen just mentioned the Lizhu Cave Tian Chen Ping'an, but let's talk about reasoning, the recognized ancestor master in this line of work, is at most an anonymous little disciple of him. The Dark Servant Futu stretched out a little thumb of his thin right hand, and when he noticed that something seemed wrong, he put the nail of his thin right thumb against the nail of the little finger and smiled modestly.

"Brother Futu, are you following and raising the bar?" Xuanyuan Langse, the sixth elder who had taken off his mask, grabbed the right hand of the thin old man's skeleton with his right hand, and asked viciously.

"Sixth Elder, how can it be! It's just that I'm telling the truth! Those shitty deeds of misleading people's children won't be as unscrupulous as some people do. The dark servant Fu Tuyun said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the thin old man frowned, and the sword spirit came out of his body, and the sixth elder Xuanyuan Langse, who didn't know the height of the sky, was shocked a hundred meters away, and fell to the ground.

After more than a month, Fu Huanjing's handwriting was really neat, and it was able to enter the eyes of the thin old man.