"Yo He, do you really want to be a hero and save the beauty?"
Long Zaitian didn't take Chu Wushuang seriously, and his tone was ridiculing.
"Young Master, please leave me alone and leave first."
Guo Qingyi was eager to protect Chu Wushuang and was extremely anxious to persuade him.
Chu Wushuang warned Long Zaitian with a gloomy face: "Try touching my slave."
Long Zaitian became happy and looked Chu Wushuang up and down: "What happened to you today? Are you drunk again?"
"Haha, it's interesting. This is the first time I've seen this piece of trash with such backbone."
"Drinking can indeed strengthen your courage. Usually when he sees us, it's like a cat seeing a mouse."
The martial arts masters were happy and paid no attention to the angry Chu Wushuang.
In the eyes of the strong, it is fun for the weak to be angry.
After Long Zaitian smiled, he stretched out his big hands like cattail leaf fans and tried to strangle Chu Wushuang's neck.
Chu Wushuang decisively moved his palm, his heart moved at will, and his mental power was highly concentrated on the palm.
The power of the mind and the power of the body merge into one, forming a palm wind, and the palm hits Long Zaitian's chest.
Long Zaitian felt a moderate breeze blowing against his face, and his body trembled slightly, but he did not feel any pain.
Chu Wushuang picked up Guo Qingyi and turned around to leave. He was not sure whether this palm would cause harm to the tall and powerful Long Zaitian.
"This loser is going to run away, stop him."
"Don't let him get away."
"I thought he really learned some martial arts, but it turns out he was just trying to scare people."
The martial artists shouted loudly.
Long Zaitian took the lead and chased Chu Wushuang, his master and servant.
Chu Wushuang pulled Guo Qingyi and walked quickly. The footsteps behind him quickly approached, forcing him to change from brisk walking to trotting.
"Stop, you loser."
"When I catch up with this loser, I have to skin him!"
"Ah! Third Master, what's wrong with you?"
A cry of surprise rang out, and the martial artists watched helplessly as Long Zai Tianzai, who was walking in front, fell to the ground.
Chu Wushuang turned around and stopped. What he saw were the helpless martial artists.
Long Zaitian fell to the ground with his face on the ground, motionless.
One of the martial arts masters stepped forward to test Long Zaitian's breath. His expression immediately changed and he withdrew his trembling fingers.
"Third...Third Master is dead."
The martial arts master was also speechless.
The martial artists present were all shocked when they heard that Long Zaitian had died.
Chu Wushuang snorted coldly in his heart, but did not feel any sympathy.
Long Zaitian is seeking his own death and must fight against him.
In the past, Chu Wushuang was often caught in the crosshairs of Long Zaitian.
"How could the third master die without any reason?"
"Did the third master have a hidden illness? Did he die suddenly?"
"The third master may have fallen to death."
"If you fall on your head while wrestling, you can kill someone."
The martial artists were talking a lot.
No one suspected Chu Wushuang.
Chu Wushuang was usually very weak, but now he killed Long Zaitian with one palm. The martial artists were naturally more willing to believe that Long Zaitian fell to death.
Chu Wushuang felt relaxed and continued to pull Guo Qingyi forward.
The martial arts masters had stopped chasing. Chu Wushuang held Guo Qingyi's hand and strolled leisurely.
Guo Qingyi's heart felt as sweet as honey. It was her first time to experience this scene of walking hand in hand with Chu Wushuang.
This feeling was incredible to her.
"Young Master, how could Long Zaitian suddenly fall to his death? His death is too outrageous, right?"
Guo Qingyi's brain is better than that of the martial arts masters.
Chu Wushuang did not hide the truth: "If I said that I killed him with one palm, would you believe it?"
Guo Qingyi laughed: "Young master is really good at joking. You don't know kung fu and you don't have the strength to tie a chicken. How can you kill him with just one palm?"
Third Master. "
Chu Wushuang sighed: "Oh, forget it if you don't believe it. Anyway, I have told you the truth."
The two returned to the vegetable field, and Guo Qingyi worked watering the vegetables.
Chu Wushuang went to Yang Baili's residence and told the story of how he killed Long Zaitian with one palm.
Yang Baili was dumbfounded and said with great emotion: "After I practiced internal strength for five years, I was able to seriously injure someone with one palm. You can kill someone with one palm after practicing internal strength for only a few days. This is the difference between mediocrity and genius."
Chu Wushuang said politely: "I made rapid progress because I asked you for advice. If you didn't give me some advice, I wouldn't have made such rapid progress."
Yang Baili looked appreciative and praised: "You are different from ordinary people now. You can kill people with one palm, but you are still not proud and you can still remain humble. Such a character is one in a million."
Chu Wushuang laughed: "Uncle Yang, please stop taking pictures of the rainbow fart. I will let the slave cook for a while, and we will drink and chat. I am really happy today."
Having been bullied by Long Zaitian for a long time, now they finally got their revenge. Chu Wushuang was in high spirits on happy occasions.
Yang Baili was also happy that he had spotted the right person. With a look of rejoicing, he sighed in his heart: "Fortunately, I didn't make a mistake. If this kid has bad character and develops magical skills, he will become a great scourge in the world."
Chu Wushuang listened clearly and held his head high and promised: "Uncle Yang, don't worry, although I am not a good person, I am not a treacherous person. After I learn the magical skills, I will never do anything harmful to nature."
Yang Baili was stunned and asked in his mind: "I was just feeling in my heart, why can this kid see through my mind? Could it be that he really can read minds?"
Chu Wushuang smiled and deliberately asked Yang Baili: "Do you think I can read minds?"
Yang Baili was speechless, with his mouth slightly open and a look of confusion on his face.
Chu Wushuang patted Yang Baili on the shoulder: "I'm just teasing you. I'll go back to practice first and come back when it's time to eat."
After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving behind the stunned Yang Baili.
Coming out of the room, Chu Wushuang was thinking about one thing and walked quickly towards the garden of the mansion.
The second lady often went to the garden to play. Chu Wushuang planned to listen to the second lady's voice and find out whether his mother died of natural illness or whether
Being murdered.
The second lady spoke in her heart last time. Although she did not clearly reveal the cause of Chu Wushuang's mother's death, there was something in her words.
Even if she is not the murderer, she may be an insider.
Walking into the garden, Chu Wushuang saw the second lady admiring lotus flowers by the pavilion, taking food from the servants' hands and throwing it into the pond outside the pavilion.
"Wow."
As soon as the food fell onto the water, several fish jumped out of the water to compete for food.
"Giggle, these fish are getting bigger and bigger."
The second lady's face was full of joy.
Chu Wushuang came outside the pavilion, pretended to watch fish, and peeked at the second lady.
If you want to hear other people's voices, you have to come face to face with your target.
The second lady's hands were tired from throwing food, so she turned around and saw Chu Wushuang standing outside the pavilion.
The two looked at each other, and Chu Wushuang stared at the second lady without saying a word, waiting for the second lady to speak in her heart.
The second lady looked at Chu Wushuang with a hint of doubt, and secretly said in her heart: "Why do I feel that this waste is different from before?"
