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Wang Shenghai seemed to have a rather bad temper, even his words were impatient, but seeing that the old man was about to flip out, the old man still had to submit.

Although he dared to say a few words to the old man in the beginning, but when it came to making a move, I felt that Wang Shenghai did not have any thoughts at all.

Not only that, the old tutor was of great importance to the other falling division.

Before Wang Shenghai even left the medicine store, the other falling division s all bid their farewells and retreated. Wang Shenghai was actually the last one to walk out.

In less than a minute, everyone in the medicine store had left.

The originally crowded hall was now empty.

"F * ck this bunch of dogs, you want to play with me? I'm so tired …" The old man yawned and stretched lazily with an impatient expression, "If I had known that such a day would come, I wouldn't have cultivated my body to be a fart and scolded these animals, wouldn't I have …"

As I listened to the old man ramble on, I couldn't help but laugh as I helped him fill the enameled tea cup with water. "Master, you were quite impressive just now."

"Not bad."

With that, the old man lifted the enameled tea jar and took a sip.

"Wang Shenghai is so strong, he has a strong desire for merit. He wants to fight with me for once and wants to make me famous. As long as I say something soft, it would be proof that he won."

As he spoke to here, the old man chuckled, as if he'd already expected this. "What a pity, he didn't think that my temper would still be the same as it used to be, preferring to fight rather than waste time. F * ck, do you really think I've lost my temper?"

"Didn't they say you washed your hands in gold?" I asked worriedly, "The moment you interfere in chasing people away... Will there be any problems? "

"What can happen to him?" The old man lit a cigarette and smoked happily, "Even if I wash my hands, who would dare say no when I put my hands into it again?"

I didn't say anything. I just felt that the old man was really willful.

"Besides, rules are set by humans. I set my rules. I'll just wash my hands and treat it as washing. Who has any objections?"

At this moment, the old man changed the subject and suddenly spoke to me sincerely.

"The affairs in the industry are not simple, the people in the industry are not simple either. In the future, you have to be more careful in your ways. You have to follow the rules and give face to others, but when the time comes …" You must be tough! "

The old tutor coughed a few times as he spoke, a look of helplessness in his eyes.

"In this field, the other sects are fine, but the disciples of our arcane skills are mostly sinister in nature, so in our sect, sometimes, it is even more complicated than the greenery of the martial arts world …"

"Green forests of the martial arts world?" I was a little surprised. "You mean that this industry is even darker than the underworld?"

"Isn't that so!" The old man smiled, "Take me as an example. I'm the highest level figure in the sect. Even if there are some people who have no enmity with me, they would still want to step on me to make a name for themselves."

"What's so good about making a name for yourself?" I looked curious.

"There's money." The old man sighed, "When I was young, the industry wasn't that complicated. But by the end of the 1980s, everything had changed …"

The old tutor smiled, a sense of defeat in his eyes that had been abandoned by the times.

"Everything is looking at the money. The more you become famous, the more people will be looking for you, and the higher the price you can ask for."

At this point, the old man abruptly patted my shoulder, and looked at me very seriously.

"I don't care about others, and I'm too lazy to care about others. However, you are my grandson, so you must listen to me."

"Go ahead." I nodded.

"You have yet to enter the realm, so many temptations have yet to come out. Be it money or authority, they are things that make people dazzled. So, you must remember …" The old man enunciated each word very clearly, "Cultivate the Dao first. Before you practice the Dao, you must cultivate the heart. Those with bad mental skills will all die sooner or later. Repaying retribution is not a joke, do you understand?"

"Understood." I seriously replied, "I didn't learn these things for the money because I don't lack it. Ever since I was young, did you make me lack it?"

The old man thought for a moment, then said, "That's true. I've given you quite a bit of pocket money since you started being sensible."

"It's good to have a rich grandson." The old man smacked his lips, "But I still have to say the dirty words first. If one day you break the rules for money, then I will exterminate my relatives."

"Can we not worry about it?" I bitterly smiled. "Those eight words haven't even been misread yet!" When are you going to teach me magic? "

"What are you panicking for? Don't you know what time it is? " The old man said helplessly, "But let me remind you, if you start learning the skill, then you have to be patient and learn it. You have the same intention as when you first started, understand?"

"Understood." I nodded and asked again, "Master, do we have many disciples of the arcane arts department in the country?"

"Not much." The old man shook his head. "Compared to the other great magic sects, we're simply a rare species."

"Then you're saying... Do you think it's easy to tell the difference between us? Can you tell at a glance from the street? " I frowned and asked, "I just feel that the falling division isn't as simple as it seems. Furthermore, I'm your grandson and my identity is different, there might be a day when someone wants to step on me …"

"If I can't beat him, then I'll just hide?" the old man asked me.

"Of course!" I smiled. "If we don't avoid it, how much will we owe?"

"You're hopeless." The old man rolled his eyes at me and said, "It's not impossible to know the identity of the falling division with one glance, but the prerequisite is that you have to have experience and have interacted with other falling division before you can..."

As he said this, the old man paused for a moment before continuing, "Let me give you a typical characteristic."

"Most of the arcane masters' bodies are tainted with resentment. Not only are their lips dark purple and black, there's an indescribable aura of death in their eyes." The old man said to me in all seriousness, "For falling division with these characteristics, most of the magic meridians they cultivate are Phantom Ghosts. They're not easy to deal with anyways, you better watch out for yourself."

When the old man said this, his expression turned ugly, as if he was worried for me, "Today, I burnt that book in front of them, so it will definitely attract a portion of them to hold a grudge against me. In addition, with your appearance, I'm afraid that some people have already set their sights on you …"

"Then why are you still burning?" I felt a little helpless and even a little heartbroken as I looked at the old man with grief, "Master, you really can bear to part with it. It's still a spell passed down from generation to generation, it's better to keep it than to burn it."

The old man shook the ash off his cigarette and looked at me with disdain, as if he was looking down on my IQ. "Simple? Do you really think I've burned it?"

"Isn't it? I saw you burn it with my own eyes! " I started.

The old man calmly asked, "Can't I just make a copy and keep it?"

After hearing that, I heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Alright then, it would be such a waste to burn it."

"You want to learn?" The old man glanced at me.

"Not interested." I shook my head. "I don't want to become someone like Ma Lao San. You're right, love between a man and a woman is something that goes with the flow. There's no meaning in these gaudy matters."

"To be honest, the stuff in that book is really great." The old man smiled wryly, "It's not like the other Dharmic spells don't have a Dharma combination, but most of them have limitations. Either they damage the spell caster's luck, or they have to use his lifespan in exchange for magic power …"

"But I don't use the spell in this book. Or rather, it can transfer those restrictions onto those who are falling." The old man said in a low voice: "Think about it, if a person is harmed, they have to take the blame for it. They have to shoulder all kinds of bad things. This method, if it is not evil, then what can it be?"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva and nod in deep agreement.

"Take these two books first. If you have nothing else to do, take a look for yourself." As the old man spoke, he walked over to the counter, took out two books, and threw them into my hands. "Your memory is better than mine from the beginning. Try to finish reading as soon as possible and memorize them."

I nodded and looked down at the book in my hand.

These two books were probably ancient items. At the very least, they were something from the Republic of China. Both of them were handwritten copies.

One of them was called "The Blind Sapphire", and the other was called "Fang Sheng Zhi".