Chapter 18: Uninhibited (25)
Fengzi heard the old man Yu coming to the back to speak harshly, and couldn't help but be honestly afraid, thinking: "It turns out that everything I have entered the eyes of the old immortals, and fortunately there is no difference." The encounter in the ferry restaurant was actually that he was testing me, to see if I was a traitor, and whether it was worth entrusting the martial arts method contained in the "Secret Book of Embrace"?" Fengzidu was also secretly angry and sad, only feeling that his words and deeds were never calculated by others.
The pale-haired old man saw that Fengzi's face was different, and he immediately knew his thoughts, but thinking that this young man had experienced many such strange things at such a young age, or even nine deaths, it was inevitable that he would have some sensitive resistance from the bottom of his heart, and he would have already collapsed if he was someone else. The old man couldn't help but laugh and said: "The troubled times are full of ups and downs, but if you want to become a character, how can you not encounter calculations and tricks in the process?"
At this moment, a trace of fish belly white appeared on the horizon. Feng Zidu said: "The old immortal taught very well. Standing up, he bowed deeply to the old man and said, "Now that the matter is over, Fengzi is grateful to the old immortal for his great kindness." Don't hesitate to take your leave. Then he saluted, turned and walked down the big rock under him, and came to the edge of the ridge, to wait for the way down the mountain.
The gray-haired old man didn't expect Fengzi to be so stubborn and arrogant, so he was stunned, laughed, and said slowly: "Although the old man has washed the marrow and cut the bones for you, it is overkill. But you have a deep obsession with poison, and you can't get rid of it for a while. In the future, there will be a recurrence, and then life will be worse than death, but how can you go?"
Fengzi was stunned when he heard this, looked up to the sky and smiled, and said, "Life and death are fate." When the time limit is up, I give myself a decision. The gray-haired old man shook his head and said, "How easy is it? Fengzi said: "In the end, there is a way." It's hard to live, it's not easy to die?" the old man with gray hair said: "What about that little girl in the Medicine King Valley? In order to save you, she has to restrain herself, and at this moment, life is better than death, and she wants to make a decision by herself, but it is difficult to do it." ”
Feng Zidu was just about to climb the rock to the peak, and when he heard this, he was shocked, and he stepped back on the big rock to the side of the gray-haired old man, and asked anxiously: "Where is Miss Ruan at this moment? Did she fall into the hands of the wicked people in the Tiger Village? The old man shook his head and said, "It's just a tiger village, how can you come to be in distress and be able to live up to the disciples of the Baiyun Shenni in the Medicine King Valley?" When Feng Zi heard this, his heart was a little calm, and he hurriedly asked: "What the old fairy said before, Miss Ruan had to be bound by herself and fall into the hands of the enemy in order to save me, and the kid was stupid and didn't even understand the reason. On that day, I saw that Miss Ruan was grabbed by a man in black, and I went outside the village, and I wanted to come to the rescue, but I was blocked by his flame bomb. Old fairy, I just don't know who the man in black is? ”
The old man with the blue hair didn't know that Fengzi was lucky, and he had been born with a vajra body that was invulnerable to all poisons, and when he heard this, he shook his head and said: "That person has been practicing hard in retreat in the past few years, and his skills have increased greatly, and his poison luck kung fu is no longer under Baiyun Shenni at all. There are many disciples of that person, and he has strange skills, and he is a tiger's den in Longtan. You are just for a strong and full of internal force, but the martial arts are specious, the so-called giving is not clear, showing but not receiving, this time, isn't it self-defeating, sheep into the tiger's mouth?"