Once Upon A Time, There Was A Spirit Sword Mountain Chapter 82: : If you do n’t die, you wo n’t die

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On the other side, Wang Fugui took his son and went home all the way.

At home, his wife, Sui, was preparing lunch and came out of the kitchen with a hot pot of soup. Suddenly she was surprised to see her husband hurried back, and when she saw the teenager behind her husband , Suddenly, the pot of broth that he was carrying took off his hand neatly and fell down.

At the same time, a red-and-white figure suddenly sprinted over, and one hand took the soup pot just right.

"Hey, mother, be careful. If this steaming oil soup falls on your feet, it will become a veritable pig's foot soup."

"Shy boy, bullshit!"

Master Wang slaps him angrily. Wang Lu laughed, and then he heard the father sigh.

"Why is your head so hard!?"

"Haha, IQ density is great."

While talking, Wang Lu held the hot pot bottom with one hand, and placed the soup pot on the table in the mother's surprised eyes.

Mother Sui Shi looked carefully at Wang Lu's hand: "Is your hand okay?"

"Relax, it does n’t matter if you burn it directly with fire."

After finishing, Wang Lu's eyes turned to his father, and his expression became very serious.

"In the final analysis, I am already a monk of the fairy family ..."

Master Wang and his wife stared at the young man who had been away from home for more than two years and had so many changes. He was speechless for a while.

After a long time, when Wang Lujing went straight to the kitchen to finish cooking the rest of the dishes, and then came out at one end and sat on the table, Master Wang sighed.

"Ah, what the **** is going on!"

Wang Lu thought for a while: "Would you like to hear detailed or simple?"

My wife Sui Shi moved her mouth and wanted to speak. She glanced at her husband, but she forcibly resisted it.

Master Wang stared at his son sternly: "Simply say it first."

"Oh, it ’s just that I beg for success and return home, but I saw that a group of cult scammers had actually cheated on my head, so there was a scene that just happened."

Sui style is a little uneasy: "Just, what happened?"

"Ah, don't interrupt me first." Master Wang asked again, "You said, do you seek success?"

This time it was Wang Lu ’s turn to wonder: “Dad, I have sent letters to my family almost every month for the past two years. Not all of my experiences with the Spirit Sword School have been written quite clearly? Except for individual people I did n’t say anything, I did n’t hide it. "

As a result, Mr. Wang was even more surprised: "What letter !? Have you written to your family for more than two years?"

The atmosphere at the dining table suddenly became colder. After a long time, Wang Lu incredulously asked: "Did you not receive it in the past two years?"

"Never."

"Damn, who did this good thing ...?" Wang Lu has been surprised too many times today, but he is not surprised at all, "Is it true that SF Express is not reliable? Under the industry, the trouble is worthy of this sign ... "

The so-called SF Express is a large postal institution affiliated with the name of Wanxianmeng, funded by Xuantian Hall, and managed by Wanxianmeng and several other large institutions and schools. The most important business is that Communicate between the two realms.

Because of the correspondence between monks and monks, a flying sword spreading a book, a psychic rune is enough to meet most needs. The correspondence of mortals and mortals has its own post in the kingdom of mortal land. Only the communication between Xiu Xianjie and mortal world has been lacking in effective management. It wasn't until the establishment of Wanxian League that the world was peaceful and Xiu Xianjie's control over mortal world became deeper.

With the gold signboard of Wanxianmeng, SF Express has an unparalleled competitive advantage. It has expanded rapidly in the mainland of Kyushu and has ubiquitous outlets. However, because of its monopoly position, the quality of service has deteriorated ... but Wang Lu did not expect It has been so serious that it has been impossible to deliver a letter for more than two years!

“Wait, it seems a little unreasonable, even if I do n’t care about passive service anymore, I have written at least fifty letters in the past two years, and I ca n’t even send one letter at all ... .

"... It seems that the outside information has been intercepted by the Seven Star Gates, and the news is blocked. This is indeed a common tactic used in cult preaching. Otherwise, if the villagers have some common sense of Xiuxian Realm, they will not be fooled by that. Kind of scammers cheat. "Wang Lu shrugged." Forget it, I didn't arrive if the letter didn't arrive. I'm not a person here. Just ask me if you have any questions. "

Master Wang asked: "More than two years ago, you said you wanted to go out to seek immortals. What happened afterwards? My name is Zhong'er, why didn't he come back?"

"This is a long story. The simple conclusion is that both Wang Zhong and I were accepted as disciples by the Spirit Sword School. I have been practicing in the mountains for more than two years and have been on the right track. The upright monks of the Immortal Dao, now because of the martial arts organization to go out to experience, I will go home and visit the second old man, Wang Zhong ... he has his plan. "

Wang Lu ’s understatement, but after a few words, Master Wang ’s heartbeat obviously doubled, and his wife, Sui, opened her eyes in disbelief and asked with a trembling, "Little Luer, you, Are you really, asking for immortals!? "

For a time, in the heart of this simple and kind woman, there are countless stories and legends about Xianfan and Dao, which are not only joyful for the boundless future of the child, but also a hint of sorrow. Red.

Master Wang scolded: "You woman, Xiao Lu'er embarked on a fairy road, that is a blessing that has not been cultivated in a few lifetimes, what are you crying for?"

"I'm just too happy." Sui Shi wiped his tears. "I, I'm going to fry two more dishes. I didn't expect Lu'er to come back and didn't prepare his meals."

After finishing speaking, he got up and left.

Master Wang snorted and explained to Wang Lu: "Your mother didn't know who had heard the story of Mr. Storyteller some time ago, what kind of immortal person is inhuman, the six relatives don't recognize it, and there are even horrifying stories about wife killing. It ’s just that you have n’t been home for so long and did n’t write a letter, she has always been worried that you have forgotten us, and nagging when it ’s okay, alas, this is all met, what are you worried about? ”

That's what it said, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes, but he quickly covered up with a smile: "Lu'er, you said that you have already sought the immortal, then ... What is the immortal Dao? Can't ... "

Wang Lu smiled: "Can you show your hands to open your eyes? Reassure? Or you can't believe that I really got a fairy? Haha, it is indeed the well-known Wang million master of Wangjia Village, the spirit of cautious proof. It deserves praise. "

Master Wang was a little embarrassed by his son. He immediately clapped the table: "What is your boy's attitude?"

"Oh, do n’t be angry, but dad, I have to explain to you that the so-called fairy road is not the set of acrobatics that Qixingmen plays, and it ’s not that the more fancy it is, the better. You often travel to the county. People should have this discernment, and when it comes to juggling, they may not be more brilliant than professional artists in the city. "

Master Wang sighed: "Who said no, the Seven Star Gate, although it sounded good, did come up with some real things, but ... it's far worse than what they boasted. "

"That is of course, but it ’s a low-level liar organization. It ’s a scum that does n’t even have the qualification to join the periphery of Wanxianmeng. What real thing can be said ... Well, Dad, do n’t appease you, you are not Want to see what the real fairy road is like? Although I am a layman, there is no magic method to play, but fortunately I have a baby with me. "

After finishing, Wang Lu opened his mouth and spit out the fine needle-like Kunshan sword again. This Lingbao turned around in mid-air and turned into a three-foot blade, standing firmly at the table.

This skill of spitting the flying sword, Master Wang had seen it once in the other courtyard, but at this time watching it up close, it still feels amazing, but ... those juggling artists in the county town seem to have similar kung fu. , Such as swallowing a sword.

"Oh, it ’s not for you to spit the flying sword ... Liang Qiu, say hi to my father."

Kun Shanjian was silent for a while, and then the sword body trembled, making a buzzing sound, and after a while, the buzzing sound exhibited a strange rhythm, and gradually became like a human voice.

"Hello, this is Wang Lu's sword spirit Liang Qiu."

"Ah!?"

Master Wang was really frightened this time, a long sword, actually uttering words! ?

"Who is talking!?"

The other one who was frightened was the Sui who had just brought out a stir-fry dish from the kitchen. After being surprised, the dish began to fall freely again. Wang Lu reluctantly raised Kunshan sword and looked back. , The tip of the sword just pressed against the bottom of the plate, and took it steadily.

"How about dad, did you reply to this letter?"

Master Wang frowned: "... Well, although it is different from what you think, it is indeed more reliable than the Qixingmen set."

Wang Lu shrugged: "Dad, it's too cheap to compare me with Qixingmen. Although your son is practicing a simple and immortal way, I can't show you large fireworks for the time being. But Those who can only display fireworks and soak in water, I will die if you come to a hundred. You can rest assured about this. "

Feeling if there is any insignificant murderous intention in the discourse, Mr. Wang could n’t help but be surprised. This kind of momentum, he had only seen in the veterans who had experienced the battlefield in the county, even if it was only a touch It's creepy.

In fact, Wang Lu ’s so-called killing intentions are very young compared with real senior monks. It ’s nothing more than Xiao Qingyun ’s several experiences, tossing the ferocious brewing of countless monsters. However, when viewed in the world, it was the murderous intentions piled up by the sea of ​​corpses.

After all, even if the mortal warrior has experienced more corpses and blood, how can he get a few third-level monsters? And Wang Lu had played the third-level monsters before the practice was successful.

"Hey, tell me your mother and tell you the story of your spiritual sword practice."

Wang Lu ’s brows show: "Okay, this is something ..."

The life on Lingjian Mountain is relatively monotonous. In addition to practice and experience, there are not many things worth mentioning when learning to be a master, but Wang Lutao talked about it for more than one hour. The meals on the menu have been chilled out long ago, and the old couple are still listening with interest.

It's just that before Wang Lu talked about his life in the second year, there was a loud noise outside the house, interrupting the conversation of the family of three.

Master Wang and his wife glanced at each other, and there was a trace of uneasiness in their hearts.

And Wang Lu, who is a hundred times more sensitive than the two old men, has already heard the noise outside clearly, and can't help but sneer.

"... I never imagined that it would inevitably go down this road in the end and give shameless chees."

After finishing his speech, he stood up and held out his hand to hold Kunshan Sword.

Master Wang was surprised: "What are you doing, Lu'er?"

"Someone came to the house to die, and I took my head ... Daddy, just sit and do n’t move, and you, mother, the next scene may be inappropriate for some children."

"Wait, Luer, do n’t hurry!"

Wang Lu shook his head: "Rest assured, it will not be aimed at the villagers. Although they are mentally disabled, they are my folks anyway. It is like raising a disobedient husky ... but some are hiding in the crowd. Later, think of them as the next indiscriminate wall of human flesh, don't kill, I can't get through with it. "

Master Wang opened his mouth and tried to persuade him again, but Wang Lu said: "Some things, the effect of quick cuts is better. My patience in other colleges is a typical negative teaching material, but this group of stupid people is provocative If my courage persists, I'm afraid that one day it will break out and I can't take it. "

After talking, smiled and gave Kunshan sword a smile: "Sister Liang Qiu, what do you say?"

Liang Qiu was silent, for a long time, the sword shivered.

"Agitators, kill."