"Jiang Wuzhong, from today on, you are my disciples of the Ruthless Dao, they started earlier than you, and they are all your senior brothers and sisters. At the table of the Eight Immortals, a kind-looking old man on the Taishi chair took a sip of a cup of hot tea.

On the floor, a handsome man knelt on the ground, he slowly raised his head, his eyes swept over the faces of the children on both sides of the hall, and lowered his head in despair.

He is a man who has been standing for a long time, but now he wants to call these five or six-year-old children brothers and sisters, which really makes him a little unmotivated.

I called out to my brother and sister twice weakly, and then stood up.

Behind the heroic man, there was also a general in silver armor, who coughed twice, and his face turned pale.

"Brother, it's okay. The heroic man asked with some concern.

General Yinkai pretended to be relaxed and smiled indifferently, "Thank you for your concern, the general is an old wound from fighting with the barbarians, just rest for a while." ”

The kind-looking old man put the teacup on the table and stood up from the chair, "Listening to the coughing voice of Lord Baojiang, it seems that the poison of the Gu worm of the greedy wolf Dao is among the adults, and the Gu worm is now hidden in the dantian, no wonder Lord Baojiang is helpless, it just so happens that I have a palm technique in the Ruthless Dao, which can cure this poison." Evil is born by itself, go to the teacher's room, and put the heart in the palm of the belly. ”

"I obeyed. A three-foot-tall child with an innocent face squeezed out of the crowd of disciples and bowed in reply.

On the dome of a stone house of the Maniac Tribe, the evil man lay on the roof with his back and watched the sun slowly rise from the sky.

The middle-aged martial artist man who killed Nu Basan last night, Xie Zisheng already remembered who it was, and it was actually an acquaintance. It's just that I didn't expect the white horse to pass by, the childish boy at the beginning has now become a tall young man, and although the other party is contoured, his face shows some traces of time.

Time will make people change, some people will become bigger, some people will get older, and some people will become ruthless.

There was a sound of argument under the eaves, and the evil self-propelled him straightened up, and it was two barbarian teenagers pointing at the sun.

"The sun is close to us in the morning, so it looks bigger than the sun at noon. A barbarian boy said, his face looked very immature, but he looked almost the same size as the evil self-born, worthy of being a barbarian boy.

Another barbarian boy said disapprovingly: "Cut, the sun is so hot at noon, of course you can only feel the heat when you are close, you are really stupid." ”

"But I still feel that the morning sun is near. ”

"It's noon. ”

"Morning. ”

"Noon. ”

The two argued for a long time and didn't come up with a result, no one was convinced, and in the end they fought.

"I'm your brother, you dare to hit me. ”

"I'm your brother, so I'll beat you. ”

Evil Zisheng looked at the two barbarian teenagers and couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

As if sensing someone on the roof, the two barbarian teenagers stopped, looked at the evil self-born and said, "What are you laughing at?" ”

The evil man said, "I laugh at you for being stupid, go home and take a ruler and measure it." ”

Hearing the words of the evil self-generated, the two barbarian teenagers seemed to feel that there was some truth, "Yes, you will know if you take a ruler and measure it, we are brothers, how can we fight for something that can be solved with a ruler, it's really stupid." ”

The two barbarian boys went home and brought a ruler, but they found that the measurement was not as simple as Evil Zisheng said, and when he looked up at the roof, Evil Zisheng was no longer there.

At this time, Evil Zisheng had already walked on a street of the tribe, and said with some smugness: "Sure enough, childish things are the same everywhere." ”

Put away the playfulness of the heart, and the evil self-born is seriously looking for shops about brute patterns on the streets.

Soon, Evil Zisheng found a barbarian shop and walked in.

As soon as he entered the store, a barbarian fellow from the Mahayana of the Except Filth Realm greeted him warmly.

"Guest officer, if you want to tattoo or tattoo your arm, we have the best brute pattern master in the entire madman tribe in our store, if you make a member, you can also get a discount, the brute pattern of the original ten spirit stones, now only nine pieces of tattoo one, isn't it a surprise, isn't it very exciting." ”

Although Evil Zisheng didn't understand the meaning of what this barbarian said, it was certain that he had indeed entered a barbarian shop.

"I want to wash the brute lines off my hands. The evil man spoke.

The barbarian guy was stunned for a moment, and then stared at the evil self-born with an idiot on his face and said, "I have been an apprentice for so many years, and this is the first time I have heard of washing away the barbarian lines. ”

"Can't this brute pattern be washed off?" Evil Zisheng suddenly found that he was afraid that this matter was too simple for himself.

"Of course, it can't be washed off, once the brute pattern is engraved, it is already a part of your body, just like your past, even if you die, you can't change it. "The barbarian guy seems to have guessed that the evil self-born should not be very satisfied with his previous brute pattern.

"Is there really no solution at all?" Evil Zisheng was still a little reluctant to give up so easily.

The brute pattern restricted his out-of-body thoughts, like a stinger piercing his hand.

"Even if you know, why should I tell you. "When the barbarian guy saw that there was no business to do, he looked disgusted.

Evil Zisheng took out a spirit stone from his arms, put it in the barbarian guy's hand, and said, "It's hard work." ”

Looking at the spirit stone in his hand, the barbarian guy's face suddenly became enthusiastic again, "Tip without buying anything, this is the consumption habit of the upper class, and your Excellency originally hid it deeply." Since this is the case, then let me tell you, if the brute pattern is not to your liking, as long as you have a special physique, it is okay to get another tattoo. ”

As if he felt that the evil self-spawn was not very satisfied with his suggestion, the barbarian man continued: "It seems that you are quite dissatisfied with your brute pattern, in that case, then I will tell you another way, if you master the brute pattern on your hand, hide it, in this way, the problem will be solved." ”

"Hide. "Evil thought to himself, if he could hide it, he could get out of his body, this would be a good way.

"I don't know if there is a cultivation method for this method in your store. Evil asked.

"Of course, your luck is really good, there is such a Tao in our store, you come with me. ”

The barbarian guy walked to the inner room with the evil self-life, and in the inner room there was a huge wooden cabinet full of drawers, and the barbarian guy moved his mana, pulled out a box from the highest and most remote position, and fell into his hand.

In the drawer, there was a worn-out book, even the cover had been torn off.

"This Dao technique doesn't have a name?"

"Of course there is a name, but once when I went to the hut, I tore off the cover, and now I can't remember it for a while, but I can guarantee that I definitely didn't tear off the contents of it. The barbarian fellow swore an oath.

"How do you sell this technique?" asked the evil self-reliant.

"Ten spirit stones. ”

"It's just such a broken book, and I need ten spirit stones, do you think that my spirit stones are really blowing from the wind?"

Seeing that the business could not be done, the barbarian man hurriedly said: "Wait, if you sincerely want it, nine spirit stones cannot be missing." ”

The evil self-generated ironclad said: "Five pieces at most, otherwise there is no need to talk about it." ”

"Isn't it just a few words less, you just bargain like this, you are really embarrassed enough to author, I can't stand it, is it for a few spirit stones, the two of us are still bargaining all morning, you don't do anything else, I have to do something else, five yuan is five, but it can't be less." The barbarian guy's shrewd eyes revealed a little sincerity, and the stubborn biting of his lip showed that he was very resolute, and there was no room for further negotiation.

Evil Zisheng took out five spirit stones from his arms, took the Dao technique in his hand, and left the shop.

As a ruthless Dao disciple, such a cliché bargain, Evil Zisheng also felt a little embarrassed.

If it weren't for the tear-off cover, this Taoist secret book was recorded in Kyushu's writing, and the evil self-birth would not have spent five spirit stones to buy this Taoist technique.

"But since we can kill the price to five yuan, if we grind it a little more, maybe it will only be four yuan. If it's like a book, talk about dozens of chapters, and I don't know if I will have money in the end. Evil self-generation said with some emotion.

Just after the evil self-sheng left, in the barbarian pattern shop, a rich middle-aged man who was not only tall but also fat walked in with a medicine box on his back, his pace looked a little unsteady, and a wave of Hinayana mana fluctuations in the Bigu Realm were exuded on his body.

Sitting on a chair in the hall, the rich middle-aged man shouted weakly: "Apprentice, Master, I'm back, you haven't come here to say hello." ”

The barbarian guy who had previously sold the Evil Self-Generating Dao Technique in the shop walked out, saw the middle-aged man on the chair, and said with a lewd smile: "Master, you are back, I went to the bitch shop yesterday to tattoo the girl's leg all night, and my leg can't stand." ”

The rich middle-aged man pretended to be angry and scolded: "It's not big or small, last night the four Slave Dao Xiangwen Realm monks died in that bitch workshop, and my legs were so scared that my legs were weak, Master, how can I still be in that mood." But during my absence, why didn't there be a single customer in the store?"

"Why not, there was another one just now, I just finished buying something and left. The barbarian guy glanced down the street, but found no trace of the evil cult on its own, presumably long gone.

"What did you buy?"

"It's not the Taoist technique that borrows the power of the brute pattern without the cover. ”

After listening to this, the rich middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, "It's really strange, the Dao technique of the brute pattern power is the Dao technique that the upper level of the Barbarian Dao is interested in, and when I was the teacher, I copied it in Kyushu script, I just didn't want to be discovered by the clan, so I brought this Dao out in this way to study it, but you are a good thing to die for, and the last thatched house actually tore off a few pages, how can there be any value in research, I am really angry as a teacher." ”

The barbarian guy said with some embarrassment: "I don't want to be like this, who made my stomach hurt when I read that Taoist book that day, and I entered the thatched house in a hurry, a cover can't be wiped clean at all, I can only tear a few more pages, I tear it so perfectly, I didn't expect the master to still see it, it's really amazing." ”

Facing the compliment of his apprentice, the rich middle-aged man scolded angrily and funny: "Nonsense, how can I say that I am also a barbarian pattern master, if you don't understand the barbarian pattern technique, how can you still be a barbarian pattern master." ”

The barbarian guy asked with some concern: "By the way, Master, what would happen if the guy who bought it cultivated?" ”

"What else, go mad or die. ”

"It's so serious, what if he succeeds in cultivating. The barbarian guy crushed the last shred of hope.

The master of the barbarian guy did not shy away from saying: "There is a problem with the Dao technique we sell, do you think the other party will let us go? ”

The barbarian guy thought about it seriously and said, "Master, why don't we move." ”