Chapter 44 Chapter 46: Master and Apprentice

White Paper Fan Luo Qingyu held the stainless steel folding fan. The fan surface is made of special materials that are not gold or silk, so it will not be easily damaged.Therefore, being hit by the clear-yellow Buddha beads that broke through the air, the two intersected, the Buddha beads and the metal fan bones made a clear sound, and there was a burst of compressed energy fluctuations like explosions, which could not be destroyed, but the tyrannical With such strong force, the white paper fan was forced to float back a few steps, and the hand holding the fan couldn't help but tremble. Seeing the reinforcements coming, the white paper fan didn't play with my mind any more. As soon as the folding fan turned, it rushed forward, trying to kill me.

I didn't know this guy's ruthless thoughts, even though his whole body was weak, he forced a breath in his chest, and ran back and forth in a stumbling manner.The white paper fan arrived first, the sharpness on the fan bone was about to cut me apart, the reinforcements had already rushed out of the forest, swish, swish, several sharp piercing sounds whizzed over, the white paper fan turned its wrist, Easily blocked the three red silk throwing knives. The knife-thrower who took the lead turned out to be the black-faced instructor Ba Zhigang. The people behind him included Zhu Ke, who was in charge of logistics in Baihualing, and two young men with strange faces. Finally, I saw a majestic face. Jia Tuanjie, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand, strode out of the dark forest.

When I saw this group of people filing out, I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. The reinforcements at the base did not always arrive late like the notes on TV, they just came to collect the corpses.But seeing these few people, I knew that even if there were reinforcements, they would be limited.It seemed that Huiming had no choice but to lead the team himself and come here. The white paper fan didn't startle away immediately, but retreated to the edge of the pool. With a swish, it opened the folding fan that was stained with a lot of my blood, and fanned itself slowly.Look at this demeanor, this style, what a handsome young man in troubled times, coupled with his exquisite and picturesque two-twist beard, it really is a martial arts landscape painting.

Seeing me like a blood man, Zhu Ke stepped forward a few steps, supported me, and asked urgently, Lu Zuo, are you okay?are you OK?As he asked, he took out the hemostatic powder from his pocket and applied it skillfully on my body.And Ba Zhigang next to him held a few throwing knives upside down with both hands, and asked me with a dark face, "Where are the others, why are you the only one?"I pointed in the direction of Wang Xiaojia and Lao Zhao and said, go quickly, they are working hard there, and I don’t know what’s going on... Ba Zhigang looked back at Huiming, the old monk scowled disdainfully with a sullen face, "You idiots, look at how promising you are!"His words seemed to be scolding me, which made me suddenly angry.The old monk glanced at the scene in the field, snorted coldly and said, "It's just a white paper fan. I thought it was Zhang Dayong. You all go to help, I will deal with it here."

Ba Zhigang and the others looked at the surrounding scene, but they didn't dare to refute, so they nodded in agreement.Zhu Ke supported me, and I pushed him away, saying I was fine.Zhu Ke looked at me worriedly, patted my shoulder, and said take care.Then he raised his sword and followed Ba Zhigang and the others. Huiming walked slowly past me, glanced at me very rudely, and cursed softly, useless trash... The voice was soft, but it entered my ears clearly, and I was so angry that I felt that all the pain in my body could not be compared with these short words—Nima, as the chief instructor of the training camp, was infiltrated by the enemy. I don't even know about this trial base, and my reaction is so slow, how can I still have the confidence to call me a waste?What is this group of people? They are the most powerful branch of the evil spirit sect. You, an old monk in his 70s and 80s, can't figure it out. Why are you talking about me?

However, I didn't answer him. As a person who has been in the society for many years, I have enough experience and vision, and I know when to stand up and when to hide my strength and bide my time. Find the rhythm of death. In the dark jungle, countless battles are going on fiercely.The Ghost Mask Pao Guild and the bosses of the training camp confronted each other at the edge of this bubbling black water pool. Even though he saw the reinforcements coming from the dense forest, the white paper fan was not afraid.He greeted Huiming gracefully, saying, Master, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years since we had a hasty farewell in Nanchong in 1995. How are you doing?

My eyes widened instantly, I was stunned, my mind suddenly went blank, I didn't know what to say. Huiming said with a livid face, Luo Qingyu, you bastard, since you caused the zombie incident that spread to the whole Nanchong and caused a stir all over the country, I don't have you as an apprentice anymore, don't get involved with me .If you really think about my love for teaching, then you can catch me without a fight, because you can't escape anyway. The white paper fan said respectfully to Huiming: "Master, you don't recognize your apprentice, but your apprentice cannot deny your master. Although most of my abilities are learned later, the foundation is laid by you." Besides, you don't recognize me, but my wife and sister treat me kindly. It is this time's action plan, and most of them are fueled by my wife. In order to avoid damage to your old man's reputation, it is better to let me go and let me Withdrew with the remnants? Oh, yes, the boy behind you is the head appointed by Master Mistress—he killed Senior Sister Jia Wei, and the only way to escape is to die, don’t you think so?”

Hearing the white paper fan's calm words, Huiming's face was uncertain, and he looked back at me slowly, which was very meaningful. Seeing that Huiming was a little moved, the white paper fan immediately puffed up like a tongue, and said, "Master, everything I did was to avenge my senior sister who died tragically in Miaojiang. You must understand my painstaking efforts. This matter has already become this situation, and you are also implicated with my wife. In the final analysis, it is because of your own ineffective supervision and negligence of duty. If the higher-ups pursue it, you will not be guaranteed at the end of the day. In this case, a good bird chooses a tree to live in, and you Why don't you join our Pao Brothers Association, the position of the great enshrinement has long been vacant, and if something happens in the future, you will also have a good background..."

The white paper fan said a lot of words, and the hype was falling, but my heart gradually became cold.As I said before, this world is so big, but this world is also so small.I never imagined that the second in command of the Ghost Face Pao Brothers Association, which is located in Honglu, Fengdu, Xichuan, is the second in command of the Evil Spirit Sect is the apprentice of the old monk Huiming.And what is even more surprising is that the person who leaked the training camp information was actually the wife of the chief instructor, the old lady surnamed Ke—I can believe that she only played the role of a fuse, but so many people died People, Jia Tuanjie has been forced to go to Liangshan.

So, is he willing to kill his relatives righteously, to shoulder the scapegoat, and to shoulder the responsibility for this bloody case?As far as I know him, it is really difficult. After five minutes, the white paper fan persuaded Huiming with reason, emotion, and profit, then stopped talking and waited for his master's decision. During the whole process, Huiming didn't say a word, his eyes seemed to be closed but not closed, and he listened quietly.He didn't open his eyes until the white paper fan's mouth was dry, revealing the light like a light bulb: "Luo Qingyu, fourteen years ago, what you learned was only 20% of what I learned. Today I will first consider you. , Let's see if you have made any progress over the years!"

After he finished speaking, he straightened his body, his whole waist was as straight as a javelin, and his momentum was in full swing. Bai Zhifan raised his eyebrows, and his originally respectful expression immediately turned arrogant. Seeing Huiming's attitude, he knew that the old monk was reluctant to part with the face he had accumulated over the years, and it was impossible to follow him into the water.Immediately, he stopped pretending to be a filial son and virtuous grandson. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "Master, back then I studied art with you, and you made me learn the "Hua Yan Sutra" written by Nagarjuna Bodhisattva. "Chapter" and "Yuanjue Jing Shuchao" are all realms. As for the specific cultivation techniques and the way of true enlightenment, they are only willing to pass on to the senior sisters, which makes my life almost useless in the first thirty years.Later, I learned the wonderful method of refining corpses and raising pills, but you wanted to drive me out.After more than ten years, I really should report my studies to you, so that you can know the truth that the blue is better than the blue. Huiming wrapped the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist around his right hand, walked slowly forward, and said, "Luo Qingyu, you are a genius, a rare genius, and a person like you may not be able to appear in Xichuan for decades. Get one. In the past twenty years, I have used Buddhist scriptures to cultivate you. I wanted to hone your character so that you can achieve great success. Otherwise, you will eventually fall into the devil's way. Unfortunately, I was wrong, your heart is too anxious! " The white paper fan unfolded the stainless steel folding fan in his hand, and finally revealed a ferocious face: "Fuck you, pretend to be a fucking wolf with a big tail. If others don't know, don't I know that you practice the Prajna of Tantric Buddhism? Is the 'Empty and Happy Shuangyun' happy Zen? Fuck..." As soon as the scolding fell, the folding fan flew, and the eight ghost monkeys got up from the surrounding soil again, and flew towards Huiming. Huiming intersected his hands, and lightly rubbed the yellow beads on his right hand with his left hand. The speed was several grades faster than the Japanese gold finger Kato Taka, and soon rubbed a red mark.With a relaxed expression, he sneered at the ghost monkey that was flying towards him.This sneer caused his serious face to be very funny, like crying. Four Yin ghost spirit monkeys jumped up, and from different directions, they raised their sharp claws and grabbed Huiming who was walking slowly. "Dart..." Huiming uttered the truth, his right hand swept forward with lightning, and the fist with the Buddhist beads brushed against these ferocious monkeys. After a while, all the monkeys slid down like sand sculptures and disappeared.