Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 297: Flying centipede

In Shanyin, the vegetation is very luxuriant, and dilapidated palaces and buildings are scattered everywhere. Most of the disciples who choose this place like to be pure.

Amidst the silence, the shouts of the purple-robed monks spread throughout the mountain and down the mountain, attracting many fellow disciples to look at them from a distance.

Lu Tong went up and asked: "What do you call it?"

"Zhou Yemo."

He nodded. He looked at the young monk on the side and said with a smile: "My surname is Zhou, so your name is Zhou Chuang?"

Qi Xiaoshan said that Zhou Chuang, Liu Menshan, and Cang Ju bullied them, and they should seek revenge from these three.

The little monk was very rude and shouted: "Yes! Where is Qi Qingqing, let her come out! I want to settle the score with her!"

Lu Tong shook his head, still smiling and said: "What's the point? You've been beaten like this, and you want to be beaten again?"

The little monk stared, stunned for a moment and immediately turned his head.

"Dad!"

Zhou Youmo frowned and said, "What do you mean? You hit someone without admitting your mistake, but you still threaten them?"

“Only when you have done something wrong can you recognize something. What should you recognize when you are wrong?”

"Isn't it wrong to hit someone?"

"Divide people."

The two looked at each other.

After a while, Zhou Youmo nodded and said: "Very good, I hope fellow Taoist friends will still say this in a few days!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

The little monk shook his arm and said, "Dad! I haven't fought back yet, so I can't leave!"

"Shut up! You can't even beat a servant, go back"

Zhou Youmoti picked up the young monk, scolded him, and flew away.

Inside the palace.

Lu Tong sat on the chair, closed his eyes and waited.

Three figures came in from the outside and said: "Master!", "Master", "Master".

He opened his eyes and asked: "Where did you go and why did you come back?"

The three of them looked happy.

Wangqiu also smiled with a rare smile and replied: "Master, during the sword competition in the academy today, Qingqing beat Zhou Chuang. I invited them to Qijue Tower for dinner."

Next to her, Qi Qingqing curled her lips.

Qi Xiaoshan’s face turned red with joy.

"Not bad."

Lu Tong nodded and said, "I saw Zhou Chuang and his father coming just now."

The three of them immediately became nervous.

He stood up, walked around the three of them, and said, "Remember, no matter what you do, you have to bear the consequences. I beat Zhou Chuang today, what do you think are the consequences?"

Qi Qingqing pursed her lips, stood up and said, "Master, I was the one who hurt you, so I must be punished."

"Why punish you?"

Lu Tong glanced at him, shook his head and said: "Zhou Chuang is already in the late stage of Qi training and is stronger than you. If you hurt him today, he will definitely take revenge."

Qi Qingqing lowered her head.

Qi Xiaoshan looked a little scared.

Lu Tong reached out and patted Qi Xiaoshan, and said with a smile: "Especially you, you are so weak, why did your sister hurt Zhou Chuang, he will definitely pay it back to you several times."

Qi Xiaoshan almost cried.

Wangqiu also lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lu Tong looked at his eldest apprentice and felt a little disappointed.

Forget Qiu, too lonely.

Qi Qingqing and Qi Xiaoshan were originally her helpers. Unfortunately, although Wang Qiu had a good relationship with them, she was unwilling to get into trouble because of them.

People's hearts are mutual.

Don't help others when they are in trouble. When you are in trouble, others will not take action.

"Don't be afraid."

Lu Tong sat back on the chair and said slowly: "Let me make it clear in advance so that you can be prepared, not to make you timid or afraid."

Qi Qingqing and Qi Xiaoshan raised their heads.

He continued: "If they win tomorrow, you can win back the day after tomorrow. There are masters, wound medicine, doctors, and alchemists in the academy. If you lose, you will only get some flesh wounds. What is there to be afraid of?"

This time it's trouble. It's also an opportunity.

It is not easy to come across such a good opportunity to practice the art of killing. It is **** and life-saving.

Day by day, the days returned to calm.

Qi Qingqing and Qi Xiaoshan are injured almost every day.

I was still worried at first, but as a few days passed, the submissive spirit brought by Yunying City faded away, and a slightly sharper spirit of competition gradually emerged.

Lu Tong and Huiyin Black Tiger made an agreement to go to Shoumian Mountain together two years later and temporarily put aside their only concern. Every day, I can clean the pillars, refine the elixirs, practice the magic of transforming demons, etc.

This day, at sunset.

While he was cleaning the pillars, a familiar hoarse voice sounded in his ears: "Junior brother, is it inappropriate to take off the deer sword?"

Lu Tong frowned and turned around slowly.

"Senior brother, I have been busy with worldly affairs recently and have no energy left to practice this method."

The old man in gray robe had a gentle face and said: "Junior brother, why didn't you tell me earlier if you were in trouble? I have a method for you. You don't have to work hard yourself, you can let the people below practice for you."

Lu Tong's expression changed slightly.

The old man in gray robe smiled and passed on a magic power.

"Flying Centipede Sword, let the people below build a centipede nest and make a few seals every day."

The flying centipede sword comes out like rain.

A nest of centipedes can range from dozens to hundreds. After being refined, the flying centipede's body is comparable to gold and stone, and each thin leg is a small sickle.

Lu Tong looked at the method and frowned gradually.

The last time the Deer Sword was used, it consumed a lot of essence and blood, and the disadvantages were obvious. This time, the Flying Centipede Sword consumes very little essence and blood, and the advantages far outweigh the disadvantages.

He looked at the old man in gray robe and said sternly: "Senior brother, it is difficult to guard against evil spirits. Please forgive me for not being able to help."

"Okay."

The old man in gray robe sighed and lamented: "One misstep will last a hundred years, but it is a pity that I have failed my family members!"

Lu Tong’s expression remained unchanged.

If you enter a place like this and can't get out, you can't be a kind person. It's hard to tell whether this gesture is true or false.

"Junior brother, I have a heartless favor for you!"

"Senior brother, please help me as much as I can. ~IndoMTL.com~ When I entered the ghost town town, my family was still in Lanshan Village. I haven't seen each other for more than ten years. I would like to trouble my senior brother to help me find my relatives. Take him to the door and meet him from a distance to relieve the pain of lovesickness."

Lu Tong stared at the old man in gray robe.

The old man’s eyes are warm, and the emotions in his cloudy eyes are very strong, such as regret, regret, and longing

As true as it may be.

"What are their names?"

"My parents must have passed away, but the three children should still be there. Two boys and one girl, named Xiao Mu, Xiao Lin, and Xiao Sen."

"Okay."

The old man in gray robe bowed deeply and walked away step by step.

Lu Tong kept staring at his back.

"That person has something wrong in his heart."

Wan Yi stood aside with a very determined look in his eyes.

Lu Tong smiled and said: "You, a person like you who kills his brothers and loves his brothers, of course you don't understand the value of family ties."

"You know, but it's never happened before."

The smile on his face paused, and after a few breaths he turned and walked outside, saying, "The rest will be left to you two."

Inside the palace.

Lu Tong stepped into the hall and immediately stood still.

There were three foundation-building monks sitting in the hall, among whom there was only one acquaintance, Zhou Yemo.

A short-bearded man stood up and said: "Friend Lu, I am Xiaoshan's master. I'm sorry! Because of my poor care, Xiaoshan was hit by two swords and was seriously injured."

Lu Tong slowly looked around and asked: "Who did it?"

"My son."

Don’t sit on the chair and stare at Zhou Ye.

The master looked around, then immediately walked between the two of them, about to speak.

Lu Tong waved his hand and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, the child is playing around and being ignorant, so he will be injured! Even if he dies, it will only be because of his bad luck."

After the words fell, the expressions of several people in the hall changed instantly.

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