The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 1627: The voice in my head
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Chapter 1627 Voices in the mind
In Wujia Village, Wu Fugui, the head of the village, also knows martial arts and medical skills. And the naughty boy in his family is so powerful that even the strong man in the village can't beat him.
Wu Fugui’s few children are not old. The elder Wu Tian is 15 years old this year, the second child Wu Tong is 14 years old, the third child Wu Feng is 13 years old, the fourth child Wu Xin is 12 years old, and the fifth child Wu Xiao Eleven-year-old Wu You is ten years old.
Actually, Wu Fugui didn't know how old these children were, and couldn't remember when and how he picked up these children. It seems that his memory is so far away that he can't remember. The children didn't know how old they were. Wu Fugui told them.
In fact, this is a masterpiece of the Buddha. He is afraid. When Wang Meng enters the immortal world, they will be seated.
Zheng Hong is not present, he is cultivating in the independent space of Ten Thousand Buddhas India. The Buddha made such an arrangement to leave us a surprise soldier. It is also because Zheng Hong's aptitude is too bad, and he is afraid of holding us back in the fairy world.
At that time, the Buddha also warned Xiao Wanzi and the Devil Emperor, as well as several beasts who followed Wang Meng, to loyally assist Wang Meng.
In fact, the Buddha was warning the evil emperor.
The Buddha didn't erase the memories of Xiao Wanzi and the others. His purpose was to help Wang Meng.
No one dared to take the Buddha's words seriously, even the Devil Emperor did not dare, even in his heyday, he did not dare. The Devil Emperor has died once, but the world is renewed and the Buddha is still alive, which can explain the problem.
After the Buddha arranged Wang Meng and others to Wujia Village, he erased this memory of everyone in my village, including his own memory, in case of accidents.
Wu, nothing, start all over again.
The small mountain village is very quiet and harmonious. Although sometimes they are also attacked, but they can all be avoided.
The villagers are poor and have never walked out of the mountains, so they have no knowledge of the outside world. There is no chance of getting outside exercises. Of course the main thing is that there is no money.
The adults are very harmonious, the children are ignorant and always fight, especially the village chief’s boss and the old pimple. The two children are big and small, not only naughty, but also bad and bad. Even the adults in the village are a little jealous. .
However, just a child, no one cares.
The quietness of the small mountain village was finally broken one day.
On this day, the setting sun went down, and the men who went hunting came back. They had a good harvest, including a big wild boar, and a pheasant and hare.
He also brought back a comatose middle-aged man covered in blood.
On the way, the hunting villagers have already used cactus juice for this man.
I also poured juice on him, but it only stopped the bleeding. The internal injury was serious and it didn't work.
Wu Fugui hurriedly checked the man's injuries.
After checking, Wu Fugui sighed: "It's not saved. The veins are all broken, and the internal organs are broken. It's a miracle to be able to persist until now."
The village is poor and there is no panacea. The villagers can only watch this middle-aged man.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the people around him, his eyes suddenly stopped on Wu Tianhe who was holding Wu You.
"Thanks..." the middle-aged man spoke, blood spurting out.
"Take...respect...return to...you, for...me...retribution... .... I am..." It seems that the last strength has been exhausted. Before finishing speaking, the middle-aged man is dead!
The villagers were all stunned, and Wu Tian and Wu Tong were also stunned.
Wu You hugged his brother's neck with a look of astonishment.
Wu Fugui took it down, and the middle-aged man took the ring and opened it in public.
A third grade fairy sword of Ziweiwei, and a manuscript of the exercise book with Yan Gong written on it. In addition, there are several porcelain vases, dozens of celestial stones exuding immortality, and some silver biscuits. There is also a crimson spar token with the word "yan" on it.
Wu Fugui embraced the things and received the vows, and then handed them to Wu Tian: "Accept the characters, and end the matter."
Wu Tian did not answer.
"Share it with everyone." Wu Tian said.
Wu Fugui nodded, knowing that Wu Tian would do it.
The villagers were overjoyed. What they yearn for is the exercises.
"Hide him. Buried in our ancestral land. It was he who brought us to practice the exercises. He is qualified." Wu Fugui said and looked at the villagers.
The villagers all agree.
Several guys carried the middle-aged away...
After the middle-aged people were buried, around the cactus in the middle of the village, the children, young people, and middle-aged people in the village surrounded the city.
The old people and women, sitting on the periphery, looked at them with a smile.
Wu Fugui stood in the middle, holding Yan Gong in his hand, in a daze.
"What's the matter, the village chief? Don't you know the characters?" a man asked with a smile.
The man's name is Wu Ming, who is a headhunter. The captain of the village hunting.
"Ghost painting symbols, I don't understand!" Wu Fugui's face blushed, and he handed Yan Gong to Wu Ming.
Anonymous knows a few words.
Wu Ming took the book and turned it over, with a look of surprise: "What is this? It seems to be a ghost symbol of a Taoist priest."
The villagers don’t even know it.
Wu Tian also circulated them and couldn't understand them.
Finally, I got a exercise technique, but I couldn't understand it. Everyone was disappointed.
Wu Fugui had to put the Yan Gong into the ring and hand it to Wu Tian: "You take it first. Yan Gong can't be practiced. It's a pity that the immortal stones are wasted. The pills in the porcelain bottles don't know the effect and can't be taken casually. The fairy sword is not bad. , For you Uncle Ming? You can use it when hunting." Wu Fugui said.
Wu Tian took out the fairy sword without hesitation and handed it to Wu Ming.
"Village chief? This is not good, this is for Xiaotian." Wu Ming avoided.
"It's all my family, part of you and me, besides, taking advantage of the present time to hunt more prey, reserve more, save the winter starvation." Wu Fugui took the fairy sword, forced it to Wu Ming, and said: "Try your best Don't be exposed, lest you be coveted by others and kill people for treasure."
"Yes! The village chief." Wu Ming just took the fairy sword and couldn't put it down.
Nine-Rank Immortal Sword, although the third-Rank is low-grade, it is the high-grade among the low-grade.
The difference between the fairy sword and the spirit sword of the ancient martial world lies in the material. The spiritual energy of the immortal world is immortal energy, and the resources are contaminated with immortal energy, so the immortal sword is much more powerful than the spirit sword. But in the fairy world, low-grade fairy swords are very common. In addition, it is a spiritual weapon. The spirit weapon here is equivalent to the treasure of the ancient martial arts world.
No wonder Wu Ming loves to put it down. ,
Other guys can look at the fairy sword enviously.
"We will go out hunting tomorrow, our lun class will use it, so we can feel it." Wu Ming was very united.
The guys are happy.
Wu Fugui smiled, and the villagers were harmonious and happy.
What the villagers didn't know was that because they saved this unidentified person, it brought disaster to the small mountain village.
In the stone house, Wu Tian sits on chuang., holding Yan Gongzai and research.
He wondered, the title of the book is a word, and there are ghost symbols in it. What kind of routine is this playing?
"Idiot, this is the mental method. Didn't you see that there are many black spots on the line? This is the mental method operation diagram." Suddenly, a voice came from Wu Tian's mind.
Karma! Wu Tian was so scared that he planted Chuang on his head.
Wu Fugui, who was basking at the door, ran in after hearing the sound, and quickly picked up Wu Tian: "How can I still fall out of chuang when he is so big?"
"Father? Someone in my head is talking to me!" Wu Tian's face paled.
"Are you dreaming?" Wu Fugui thought Wu Tian was dreaming.
"I didn't sleep! It was a child's voice. He told me that this Yan Gong is a mental method. The lines above are the running lines, and the black spots are the acupuncture points." Wu Tian said anxiously.
Wu Fugui's expression changed, he picked up the Yan Gong on the ground and looked at it carefully. The more I look, the redder his face becomes.
"Hahaha! Really!" Wu Fugui suddenly laughed...
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