In this shijie kneeling to the ancestors, but it is not popular to bow down to the master, even if the house slave sees the master, it is just a bow.

Nameng Medicine Master said very respectfully, but although his attitude was humble, he hid a bit of momentum there, and the aura faintly emitted from him suppressed Na Liangcai, and he didn't dare to speak for a while.

Compared to this Mongolian pharmacist, the blacksmith and the cook behind him had already trembled slightly under the scolding of Liangcai, for fear that Zhu Lingwu would punish them for this.

"Forget it, it's nothing to tell you, this is what the ancestor of my family told me when he treated my injuries! It was specially used for my practice! This magic weapon is called a poly battery, okay, you should know it, go down quickly!"

Zhu Lingwu keenly felt the change in the aura of the Mongolian pharmacist's body, so he had to casually make up a polyelectric battery, and then pushed the origin of the Baghdad battery to the ancestor of his own family, who he had no impression of.

When the pharmacist heard this, although he was still a little unwilling in his heart, he didn't want to insist on asking more, so he collected his aura again, bowed down and agreed, "Yes, the little boy is careful to manipulate these magic weapons, and the villains will retire first!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, really, I don't know what is in the way of the prince here, there is no upper or lower, I actually dare to visit the treasure of the master's family, remember, you are not allowed to pass on everything you do here, old man Meng, although you are alone, but if you dare to pass on the method of making this magic weapon, you have nine heads, and it is not enough to cut off!"

Liangcai seemed to feel a little strange about his talent, and now his heart was relieved, and he immediately took a few steps forward dutifully, directly kicked the blacksmith and cook's calf, and warned again and again in his mouth, thinking about it well.

It's just that he seems to be a little afraid of the Mongolian Medicine Master, and he only dares to threaten with a fake warning on his lips.

There is such a dog leg around who thinks about what he thinks, Zhu Lingwu can't help but smile a little secretly in his heart, this kid is really attentive.

When the Nameng pharmacist withdrew from the practice room with the other two craftsmen, Zhu Lingwu walked directly onto the practice platform, sat down cross-legged, and tried the comfort of the seat cushion.

"Childe, you, didn't you say to take a look? You can't practice! Or, let someone else try it for Childe first!"

Seeing this, Liangcai hurriedly shouted on the side, and after a few steps to the back of the exercise platform, he reached out and pulled the valve gate that could be triggered, he was familiar with this exercise platform, and knew that if he pulled this, there would be no electricity released.

"What, do you want me to pass on that set of Nine Turns Thunder Tyrant Body Technique to others? Hmph, I see, if you try it, I can only trust you!"

Zhu Lingwu couldn't help but say half-jokingly, half-tentatively, he wanted to know if this Liangcai really dared to use his life to be shiyan for himself.

"Master, the villain also wants to, but unfortunately, the villain's body is cheap, and he has no qualifications to practice martial arts, and the villain is afraid that he won't be able to practice anything when the time comes, that is, he will die, and he can't help the son, and then there will be no one around the son to help do things!"

Liangcai's mind turned really fast, and he quickly made up such a reason, but he seemed to be very loyal.

Zhu Lingwu smiled secretly in his heart, but he only snorted lightly on his face, "Okay, you can go out too!" You should know that this body is unusual, this bit of electricity is immortal, besides, this is passed on to me by the ancestor of the family, and it is used exclusively for me to practice, can the ancestor harm me? Hmph, okay, don't go out quickly!"

Zhu Lingwu didn't bother to talk nonsense with this kind of ghostly house slave, the ancestor of his own family who casually talked about it just now, even if it was an excuse for him to pull the flag, it was impossible for this kind of house slave to go to someone to confirm it anyway.

"Nonsense! Xiao Wu, when did you learn to lie so well! The ancestor of this family, when did you pass on this magic weapon of the battery! Hmph, what's the matter, I'm not afraid if I die once, do you want to try the family method?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the gate of the courtyard outside the practice room, and the sound was like being wrapped in a ball of things, and it was sent directly to the practice room before it exploded, as if it was directly scolded by Zhu Lingwu's side.

Zhu Lingwu was shocked, and then couldn't help but sigh secretly, this cheap daddy is here, it seems that someone secretly went to report to him, he wants to cultivate the Nine Turns Thunder Tyrant Body Technique here, and he really needs to convince this daddy.

Not long after, a man wearing a wide-sleeved coat, soft boots with wooden soles, his hair stood up high, and he was covered with a high crown of scholars, bound by a hosta, his face was smeared with light powder, with a bit of glory, and three long beards under his mouth.

The speed of his movement does not seem to be fast, but it seems to have some light skill of shrinking the ground into inches, one step can cross a distance of several meters, and the wide sleeves on his body swing with the walking, which inevitably makes him walk, with a slow atmosphere, a faint fragrance, and it also spreads, which makes people feel sober.

This is the most common appearance of a scholar, making an old man who is nearly sixty years old look only forty or fifty years old.

In fact, he is already much simpler, and if he changes to a younger scholar, he is afraid that he will have to apply rouge on his face, and the thrush powder is even more troublesome than a woman's makeup.

Perhaps, this Mongolian pharmacist would listen to Zhu Lingwu's order to leave so easily, and it was also because he sensed his arrival, and he didn't want to confront him head-on, so he gave up the opportunity to ask more.

At this time, he and the blacksmith and the cook had already stood respectfully on the corridor on the side of the courtyard, bowing to the people from afar, but he could not see anything unusual.

When Zhu Lingwu saw it, he had no choice but to obediently get down from the practice platform, greet him in front of the door in a proper manner, bow down and salute, "The child has seen Daddy!"

"Hmph, Xiao Wu, you no longer cultivate your body in the room, what are you doing here?"

The man arrived in front of Zhu Lingwu, and said with a blank face.

"Dad, I want to practice the Nine Turns Thunder Suppression Body Technique, I must cultivate the Immortal Foundation and build the foundation!"

Zhu Lingwu pretended to be the original owner of the body and said to the man.

"Xiao Wu, my father has told you a few times, it is not easy to cultivate immortals, even if you can't cultivate immortals and build a foundation, my father will not ignore you! Last time, you did something like that, do you know, how many times did your mother cry for you!"

There was a look of helplessness on this man's face, it was obvious that he was very fond of Zhu Lingwu, so the face of the previous lesson could not last long.

The original owner of Zhu Lingwu's body is his fifth child, and the youngest, the youngest child since ancient times, and the most favored one in the family, not to mention such an old child.

If Zhu Lingwu learned from the character of the original owner of this body, the eight-year-old doll, and deliberately played tricks and insisted on what to do, this man really didn't know how to stop it......