Chapter 81

  What do you want me to say a few words?

   What human words can I say, tell everyone to work hard, strive for early death and early rebirth, and hope in the next life?

  Looking at tent No. 100, Lu Bei shook his head silently. It is impossible to say a few words. He still has a bright future, and he doesn't want to die at a young age.

"Junior master, you are too worried. This time, Wangjian Pavilion charged for the Iron Sword Union and greatly defeated the spirit of Huangjizong. You have worked hard as the pavilion master. Although I am a disciple of Tianjianzong, my contribution is far inferior to yours. The principle of anti-clients?"

   "What the brother criticized was that Pan has been taught."

  Pan Qingsheng was in awe, secretly thinking that he was indeed a senior from the Heavenly Sword Sect, keeping a low profile and not stealing the limelight. It's not like those second-rate sword cultivator sect disciples, who obviously came to pick up a bargain, but all of them have their nostrils turned upside down, as if Wangjian Pavilion is begging them.

   People are better than people, and dead people.

  Pan Qing was overwhelmed with expressions, and was overwhelmed by Lu Bei's bearing. He secretly thought that he would swear to follow the Heavenly Sword Sect in this life, and he would never regret it until he died.

   "Brother, this is for you." Away from the school grounds, Pan Qingsheng took out a stick figure and secretly stuffed it in Lu Bei's hand.

   "Junior brother, I'm just here to take my nephew to practice, not to receive gifts."

   Lu Bei laughed dumbfounded, and blamed Pan Qingsheng for wrongdoing, and conveniently hid the stick figure in his sleeve.

   "Hahaha, brother, don't make fun of me, Pan is a rough person, and he doesn't understand the principle of reciprocity."

  Pan Qingsheng said with a smile: "Brother must have already guessed that luck in the secret realm is divided into people. Some people are destined to return empty-handed, while some... such as my nephew, a proud son of heaven, will definitely not return disappointed."

   "Junior brother, how can this be, the rules can't be messed up."

   "Brother's words are wrong, this is the rule."

   "Ashamed!"

   "Hahaha——" x2

   Wei Yu tilted her head as if she was listening to a scripture from heaven, she didn't want to understand what the two of them were talking about.

   "Don't stand there stupidly, I still don't thank you, Uncle Pan."

   Lu Bei slapped Wei Yu's head with a slap, telling him to thank him quickly, and led by Pan Qingsheng to the entrance of the secret realm.

  An ancient temple in a deep mountain, gray stone and weeds, behind two low walls, a man-made cave slanted downward, guarded by a dozen Wangjiange disciples.

   Lu Bei rubbed his chin. From his unprofessional perspective, this is a robbery hole.

  The local gang has something!

   "Brother, Mr. Pan has an important job, so I can't accompany you around, please take care of me."

   "Junior brother is too polite, if there is a chance, you and I will join the road together at Tianjian Peak."

   "As it should!"

  The two bid farewell, and Lu Bei carried Wei Yu down the cave. The walls on both sides were inlaid with luminous beads, the light was sufficient, and with the strategy in hand, the experience of going to the ground was very ordinary.

   Wei Yu doesn't think so, everything looks fresh, if Lu Bei didn't stop her, she would have buckled the luminous beads and taken them away.

   "First of all, when you are away from home, don't touch strangers' things casually..." Lu Bei earnestly taught, and when he encountered a three-way intersection ahead, he took out the guide and walked to the far left.

   "Pavilion Master Pan is also a stranger, didn't my little uncle also take his... Oh, why did you hit me?"

   Wei Yu covered her head with her hands and pouted very dissatisfied.

   "Little uncle is a poor man. I don't have any good treasures for you. I will teach you some principles of walking in the rivers and lakes. Listen carefully. If you dare to talk back, be careful that I will spank your ass."

   "What's the matter, Master often spanks my ass." Wei Yu put her hands on her hips, without any panic.

   "No, I'll take off your pants first."

   "..."

   Wei Yu's smug expression froze for a moment, seeing that Lu Bei's serious expression did not seem to be fake, she smiled a little more honestly.

  See also Sancha Road.

  Lu Bei raised his hand to touch the left wall, followed the strategy to find the position of the mechanism, and tapped twice and lightly three times.

   There was only a crackling sound, the hidden cabinet on the wall was opened, and a porcelain bottle marked 'Sanzhuan Peiyuan Pill' slowly appeared.

   "Uncle, look, it's the three-turn Peiyuan pill... There are ten of them!" Wei Yu lifted the bottle seal, sniffed the fragrance, and said intoxicated.

  Lu Bei: "..."

   If you can't hold back your airs, you have the urge to get lost and lose contact with Wei Yu, what should you do?

  ———

   "Pavilion Master, what should we do?"

  In the direction of the school field, the disciples of the Wangjiange sect looked at the group of monks who were approaching Wu Yaya, and couldn't help wiping the cold sweat off their foreheads, scolding Huang Jizong **** in their hearts.

  Some time ago, Huangjizong and Tiejianmeng held a friendly meeting, and the two sides exchanged views on the ownership of the secret realm.

  Because of insufficient preparation, Huang Jizong lost to the Iron Sword League with a large number of people, and failed to gain control of the secret realm, so he recorded this matter in a small notebook.

   After deciphering the password of the Iron Sword Alliance, and knowing that the secret realm is only open to monks at the foundation-building stage and below, he immediately made a bad move.

   Losing the exchange match, Huang Jizong is willing to bet and admit defeat. They can not enter the secret realm, but the resources in Wuzhou belong to all the monks in Wuzhou.

  Accidentally leaked information, monks from the Foundation Establishment Period around Hongling County came in a group. There were so many people and monks from Huangjizong hidden in the dark and followed the rhythm. They forced their way up the mountain and blocked outside the school.

  Pan Qingsheng's face was gloomy. Loose cultivators are barefoot and not afraid of wearing shoes, but he can't continue to be tough. In case of death or injury in a fight...

   Sighting a few faces with malicious intentions, he was very sure that there was no chance, as long as Wang Jiange disciples made a move, there would inevitably be casualties on the opposite side.

   "The thieves of the Emperor's Sect, they used such dirty tricks. Pan really looked up to you before."

Pan Qingsheng waved his hands and sleeves, and asked the disciples to send an order: "Tell the group of rats outside that they can enter the secret realm, but there are too many people watching and fear that evil cultivators will kill people and seize treasures. For their own safety, today's quota is limited to fifty. Who can enter and who cannot, let them decide for themselves..."

   "Besides, the secret realm has been in disrepair for a long time, and it will be closed tomorrow. Those who can't wait today, don't wait tomorrow."

  The disciples took the order to leave, Pan Qingsheng waved his hand again, and recruited a few inner disciples, telling them to enter the secret realm quickly, and notified the person in charge of the Iron Sword League at the end, to be careful of the undercover agents of Huangjizong.

  Look back to the secret realm.

  Under Lu Bei's guidance, Wei Yu has gained a lot, and her little face is full of smiles.

  At this moment, she was sweating profusely as she cracked a formation, and when she saw the sword placed directly in front of her, she jumped up happily.

Snapped!

Lu Bei put his hand on her shoulder, dragged her back to the original place, and said in a bad tone: "Nephew, how did I teach you before, if you survive a catastrophe, there will be a next time, do you have a brain or not?" ear?"

   Wei Yu looked at the sword that was close at hand, and then at Lu Bei's elongated fair face. She was confused and didn't know why.

   "Keep your eyes open and see clearly."

   Lu Bei snorted coldly, and threw a throwing knife with his hand, then closed his eyes tightly, and turned his head away.

  The flames rose, triggering the hidden formation, and the light suddenly brightened, only making Wei Yu's wide-eyed eyes burst into tears.

  Basic array, flash array, often used to communicate messages at night.

   "Ah--"

   "Eyes, my eyes!"

   Wei Yu plunged into Lu Bei's arms, and punched his little uncle's chest with one punch after another: "Liar, you know that there is a trap, but you still make me open my eyes, you are the worst, the worst."

   "Hmph, I taught you before, you would rather believe in ghosts than believe in a man's broken mouth. If you don't listen, why blame me?"

  Lu Bei stepped up his efforts and continued to ripen. He didn't want Wei Yu to be as cunning as Hu San and steady as Wei Mao, but at least he could reach She Yan's level, so as not to be calculated by others one day, and he didn't know how to die.

   "But my eyes hurt so much, what should I do if I'm blind?" Wei Yu raised her head with tears in her eyes, her eyelids blinked rapidly, and in the blurred light and shadow, Lu Bei was out of shape.

   "Half a cup of tea is enough, I can't be blind."

   Lu Bei raised his hand and rubbed her head, and after some kind words of persuasion, he finally stopped crying.

  Footsteps sounded in a hurry, and four Wangjiange disciples came quickly, seeing Lu Bei hugging his nephew, who was sobbing in his arms, they all stopped in embarrassment.

   Something bad happened.

   Broke the good deed of the uncle!

   "What happened to you four...?"

"Report to Master Uncle, the thieves from Huang Jizong have led a large number of rogue cultivators to block the secret realm. The pavilion master asked me to come and inform. If Master Uncle is not in a hurry, please move ahead and come to the secret realm tomorrow to play. According to Pan Qingsheng's instructions, a disciple told Lu Bei the truth.

   "Also."

  Lu Bei nodded, 80% of the strategy has been completed, Wei Yu has gained a lot, and now there is a sudden disturbance, in order to prevent her identity from being exposed, it is better to withdraw early.

  He took the sword and led the stumbled Wei Yu towards the exit. Near the turn, he noticed that the four Wangjiange disciples were standing still, and they paused slightly, and accelerated their pace of departure.

   After a while.

  ┴┤`a)

  The mechanism rang softly, and the four Wangjiange disciples disappeared, but there was no other passage marked in the guide.

"interesting!"

   "Uncle, where are we?"

Lu Bei, who was about to find out, heard Wei Yu's call, raised his hand and rubbed the top of her head, and led her towards the exit: "After being busy for a long time, my little uncle will take you to the tent to rest first. "

   "No, I'm not tired at all."

   "Then you wait in the tent for a while, I've been constipated recently!"

   "..."

  The two of them returned the same way. After half a cup of tea, Wei Yu's eyesight returned to clear. She pouted and muttered that the little master would bully others.

   Slap!

   Lu Bei stopped suddenly, Wei Yu was just stepping happily, bumped into his back, complained and looked forward.

  In sight, five casual cultivators with different clothes and attire blocked the way, either with smirks or indifference, each with malicious intentions.

   "A good dog doesn't get in the way, a good donkey doesn't bark!"

  Lu Bei said expressionlessly: "Don't talk nonsense and don't get in the way. My time is precious and I don't want to waste it on you."

"hehe."

"Hahaha--"

  The five casual cultivators looked at each other, and they all laughed out loud. The secret realm is only allowed to enter the foundation-building stage cultivators. Right now, they are five against two, and they have a great advantage.

   "Brother, the secret realm extends in all directions. I can't find my way when I get lost. Can you point me to a clear path?"

   "The poor family is ugly, and the senior brother can see that he is the son of a rich family. If you find the treasure, you should give me alms!"

   "How do you talk to senior brother? Do you need to be polite now?"

   "That is to say, senior brother, point of knowledge, hand over your Qiankun bag, otherwise don't blame..."

"snort!"

  Boom——

   With a heavy hum, engulfed in strength and coercion, a tide-like airflow was rolled up, and the five casual practitioners were pulled down from the peak of their lives in an instant.

  In an instant, there was buzzing in the ears, and the five of them felt the world spinning. A warm heart was completely frozen, leaving only endless bitterness.

   Wei Yu stood dumbfounded behind Lu Bei, her small mouth opened into an O shape, and she fell into doubts about life.

  What's the matter, didn't the master say that the little master uncle just got enlightened and embarked on the road of cultivation?

   It's only been how long, why is it in Baodan state?

  Return my little uncle who just got enlightened!

   "Baodan Realm?!"

  The five casual cultivators wept and scolded the local gangs for being so shameless, they agreed on the foundation building period, and even let the Baodan Realm into it.

   "Senior, misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding!"

   "It is indeed a misunderstanding, blame me for being too polite to you."

   "Senior, listen to my explanation..."

   "Martial Nephew, my little Martial Uncle will teach you one more thing, don't offend people casually when you go out."

   Lu Bei ignored the pleading voice, raised his hand to close Wei Yu's chin, stepped forward slowly, clenched his five fingers into fists, and his tone quickly turned cold: "If you offend me, you will offend me to the death, and there will be no room left!"

  (end of this chapter)