C19 Old Mutton

Miss Liu's teacher, Liu Kun Fei Ma caught up to Yue Bo and said, "First Miss told me to tell you that the Lingnan Poison King can cure this Gu."

Zhao Yuebo bowed with both hands, "Thank you, Uncle Kun. We will meet again in the future."

Liu Kun threw him another bag and said, "Wrap it up, please accept it."

Liu Bumou and "Venomous Devil", Gu Yulan slowly stood up, blushing, looked at the youth's departing figure in despair.

"Military Advisor." Gu Yulan held her bloody left hand with her right hand and asked in shock, "Why does that kid look so familiar with that sword?"

Liu Bumou stretched out his hand to touch his head and said with a trembling voice, "Yes, his strike seems to be the same as the one Wu Yueming used frequently."

"Oh," Gu Yulan seemed to realize something when she heard that, "That's right, this is the move that Wu Yueming used!"

Liu Bumou still had some lingering fear in his heart as he said: "I hope they're not from the same sect. Otherwise, we won't have much of a future."

"You're afraid that this brat is Zhao Shikun's disciple?"

"I hope it was just my imagination." Liu Bumou walked down the mountain trembling.

When Zhao Hongsheng heard Liu Kun's words, he immediately felt much more relaxed. Because, his own Ninth Mother was from Ling Nan Poison King. Zhao Hongsheng, who was in high spirits, quickly consumed the poison pill that Liu Kun sent him. After he left the mountain, he immediately turned around and headed towards Jinling, the capital. When he reached a high slope within the vicinity of the Single County, he was stopped by an elderly beggar.

"Old man, why did you block my path?"

"I'm not an old man," the old beggar said, shaking his hands. "I'm an old man, not an old man."

Zhao Hongsheng looked strangely at the old beggar that was broken, mischievous and crazy. As he looked, he suddenly remembered and quickly dismounted. Because his body was very weak, he felt dizzy and fell to the ground with a thump.

The old beggar stretched out his arms and hugged him. Zhao Hongsheng said in a low voice: "Thank you for giving me the [Lightning Technique]."

The old beggar put his palm on Zhao Hongsheng's Dantian point and a warm current flowed into his body. Zhao Hongsheng said in a low voice again: "Thank you for giving me this strange book."

"Kid, don't be so sour. Tell me, who helped you translate that book? "

"At first, it was Monk Shenhua who helped me translate it. Later, I, Fourth Mother, translated it again."

"You, Fourth Mother, are you the Eternal Mountain Divine Ni?"

"Yeah, you know me, Fourth Mother?"

"I also know your father and your fifth mother."

"You know my father? How do you know I'm his son? " Zhao Hongsheng asked in surprise.

"I have been investigating you for more than a day or two. Otherwise, how could I have handed you a secret martial arts manual? Actually, your father and your fifth mother are my saviors. " The old beggar asked, "Why did you, Fourth Mother, retranslate the [Lightning Sutra]?"

"It's like this. Fourth Mother said that the old monk went to several wrong places. I Fourth Mother said: "I was lucky to see, otherwise Bo Er according to the translation of Shenhua, may not achieve anything."

"Flip?" The old beggar hurriedly asked, "Do you still remember when he mistranslated?"

Zhao Hongsheng frowned and explained the few changes that Fourth Mother had made. After hearing it, the old beggar let out a long sigh and said, "No wonder he could return the book to you so generously."

"Why?"

"Because he mistranslated the most important content, causing the book to lose its value. In order to please you, he gave it back to you."

"Does this mean that he flipped the content incorrectly, causing the 'Thunder Art' to lose its original power, and made a strange book into a useless book?"

"Yes. Shenhua was a martial arts fanatic, but also a martial demon. If it were not for his translation error, he would definitely not have returned the book to you. "

"Oh, no wonder I, Fourth Mother, suspect his motives as well."

"What about the book?" the old beggar asked.

"It was burnt by me, Fourth Mother."

"In the end, Mystic One was the one who thought it through." The old beggar nodded and said, "Brat, let's find a secluded place and let this old man test your achievements."

"I can, but I need to get home as soon as possible." Zhao Hongsheng said apologetically.

"Ignore that Venomous Devil." The old beggar waved his hand and said, "Her thing is poisoned once a month. The pain when it is poisoned is so excruciating that it makes one want to die, and each time, it is more painful than the last."

"Then why did you ask me to ignore her?"

"Isn't this the first day? It's still early. "

"Isn't it too late when I release the poison? This woman is truly vicious. "

"The woman who poisoned you is called 'Venomous Devil' in the North Atlantic."

"Oh …" With this, this Han King Gang has already become a devil's nest. "

"Follow me," the old beggar said.

Zhao Hongsheng saw his benefactor saying that, so he didn't say anything more. He led his horse and followed behind him with a nervous heart. The two of them walked for more than two hours until they arrived at a very desolate village, where the old beggar said, "Stop looking around, all the families have moved away, only the old lady is left."

"Why?"

"This year, the Yellow River has gone overboard, and it is missing another big hole. This entire village has been flooded to the point of death, both fleeing and fleeing. I am the only one who has not moved away." The old beggar sighed.

The old beggar lived in the first three rooms and the second in the small courtyard. Although the outside was shabby, the inside was very clean. This didn't match the old beggar's filthy appearance.

The old beggar let Zhao Hongsheng tie the Black Horse in the stable and helped him fill up the horse feed and water. Then, he called out to him: "You sit first, I'll go and change my clothes to take off my makeup."

"Go ahead, Elder."

A few moments later, an old scholar walked out of the old beggar's room. He was wearing a green robe, and his gait was graceful. His features were delicate, and his eyes sparkled brightly.

"You are …?"

"Hahaha," the old man laughed. "Why don't you recognize the old beggar?"

"So you were disguised?"

"That's right."

"Why are you so mysterious? Do you really have to dress yourself up like that? "

"In order to live, and even more so in order to avoid the world, this old man has lived in seclusion for fourteen years."

"Good boy, you're almost as old as me when you went into seclusion."

"Yes, when I met your father, your mother was still the eighth aunt's captain."

"You know my mother?"

The old man nodded and said, "The injuries on my body were healed by your mother and Fifth Mother. The injuries were healed by your mother.

The old man fell into endless memories and said gratefully, "I met your mother by accident. She told me that you are the son of Chen Hong of the Heng Shan Sect. That's why I am determined to hand over my sect's secret arts to you. "

"Isn't that the same as giving away a set of writing?" Zhao Hongsheng said unhappily.

"Haha, I calculate that only the leaders of the Heng Shan and Shaolin sects in the Nine Prefectures would be able to recognize this script."