"Get up and answer, your little tricks are more than enough to deceive a few Jianghu people. Now that you have returned to the sect, there is no need to act like this." When the sword energy was first settled, the Poison Master slowly spoke, with ridicule in his words. Meaning, without any concealment.
Even though Yang Fu was timid at this moment, he had no choice but to stand up and stand aside respectfully, waiting for his master to speak.
In eight years, he, the only disciple in the Taichong Ridge Sect, no matter how ignorant he is and rarely sees people's hearts, he will definitely know what can be done and what cannot be done. If the master ordered him to stand up, and if he still knelt down despite trembling with fear, he might suffer a lot in the future. In his early years, his master taught him the art of raising gu and ordered him to go to Taichong Ridge to catch gu. But by that time, Yang Fu was just a young boy. He was frightened just by hearing the roar of tigers and apes. How could he be like Poison Master? As expected, he just lay down in the pavilion. Even if Granny Yu came to persuade her for a long time, she still couldn't stop crying.
Perhaps because he was a little tired of the crying child, Poison Lord, who had not yet become famous outside of Nanli at that time, actually stepped on the cicada cloud, threw Yang Fu, who was still crying, onto the mountain, and then went straight down the mountain. To this day, Yang Fu, who has already reached the second level of cultivation and has refined nearly a hundred Poison Masters, still remembers clearly that when his master came down the mountain, he did not stop at all, and only said coldly, "If you can't learn it, , don’t stay in the sect and cause trouble for me.”
After eight years of practice, almost one of which, Yang Fu never stepped out of Taichong Ridge. He was bitten by poisonous insects no less than a hundred times. The most serious time was when he was bitten by a six-color poisonous insect with two wings on its spine. Even after taking Yu The old medicine that the mother-in-law secretly went to the mountains to collect was almost dead in the mountains and forests.
From then on, Yang Fu had always been very respectful, and he never dared to disobey his master's orders, for fear that one day this fickle master would rise up and use him as poisonous cicada bait.
Fortunately, today, Poison Master did not seem to be angry. After throwing the long sword into the lake, his mood seemed to calm down. "When I came out of the mountain, I thought that you were both a good and a negative god, so it was not a disaster. I usually walk as a righteous god." In the world, if you encounter danger or are plotted by others, you can rely on God's cunning and sinister nature to escape unscathed." After sitting down, the black-robed Poison Master shook off the snow flakes from his clothes, but never looked at Yang Fu who was standing beside him. Speak slowly to yourself. "Now it seems that you are full of righteousness, and it seems that you have been overwhelmed by the negative gods, which is really a good trick. I think that you have ended up in such a miserable end, and you have a lot to do with that Mr. Qi Xiang. Although I am not one of those who always talk about morality and righteousness. The fake immortal is just a disciple, so there is no reason to act as an aid to the tiger."
Yang Fu didn't dare to answer, he just stood with his head bowed, waiting for his master to say, but he heard the Poison Lord continued, "The righteous god behaves upright, and the negative god behaves treacherously, lest the world is not in chaos, the city's scheming, is born to be stronger than the righteous god , today’s changes cannot be entirely blamed on you, Yang Fu. In this world, those who uphold integrity often do not live as well as those who harbor deceit. This has been true for generations."
The black-robed Poison Master turned his face and sneered, "If I kill you for all your bad deeds in the near future, will you be willing?"
However, as soon as the words came out, Yang Fu, who was originally silent, slowly raised his head, looked at the master with both eyes, and squeezed out two words from his throat, with a ferocious face.
"I don't want to."
"Even if Master wants to take my life, I would rather walk around the world with my current character."
Originally, Yang Fu's face was full of panic, but now when he raised his head, his expression was arrogant and unruly, and he couldn't stop laughing, "If I let that kid walk around the world on my behalf, I'm afraid he will turn into a few withered bones within a few months. Since Master has cultivated his spiritual skills step by step, how could he not know the dangers of the rivers and lakes, let alone survive the defeat of thousands of knights?"
In response to the rebellious remarks made by Yang Fu in front of him, Du Zun just rested his chin with his palms and looked at his non-disciple with interest, seemingly smiling.
"Furthermore, what Master did seems to be far from decent. Just by sacrificing the Alluring Cicada, more than a thousand lives died in Master's hands. The purpose was just to make a small poisonous cicada be refined properly. Such actions , How is it different from the evil way? It's just a person who flees fifty steps when facing battle, and a person who flees a hundred steps with laughter." Yang Fu finished speaking in one breath, and then stood up where he was, waiting for defeat.
As a Yang Fu negative divine ninja, he could tolerate all the familiarity in front of him. After all, the Poison Master in front of him became famous very early, and as time passed, his magical powers were even more unpredictable, and his methods were even more unscrupulous, which can be heard This statement, even if it was a heavy blow to the city government, was unbearable, so he spoke angrily, causing new and old hatreds to burst out, and he did not care about his life for a moment.
"I vaguely remember that when I took you out to refine cicadas, you were still upright and submissive. So, my disciple told you about this?" Poison Lord brushed his black robe and spoke slowly, his eyes flashing. Dong Dong said, "Now that we have finished talking, I will teach you some more. Ordinarily, since you have traveled around the world, you have already left the school, so I shouldn't talk to you about these principles again. It is very boring."
"Seven years ago, I took you to the eastern border of South Li to refine the Alluring Cicada, and massacred hundreds of miles of villages and cities several times. No one in the city was spared, and they all turned into dead souls under the cicadas. But have you ever seen the corpses of children? "Du Zun held a cup of tea in front of him in his palm and spoke loudly.
"Nowadays, people say that Nanli is divided into sixteen families each, and all things big and small in Nanli are under the same control. It can be set back seven years. There were originally eighteen families in Nanli, nine at the top and nine at the bottom. In the east of Nanli, there are two families with big surnames. , has been entrenched in the eastern border for decades, exploiting the people, but due to its deep influence, no one dares to provoke it. On the surface, I have a new acquisition, the Alluring Cicada, and I need to go to densely populated areas to collect essence and blood, but why on earth do I want to kill hundreds of people with blood? Here, it is indeed because we want to get rid of the poison of these two families from the root, and eradicate all the guilty ones. Even those who are usually kind or young, I have spared their lives and have not killed them all."
"The world doesn't know. Is it possible that you, Yang Fu, don't know what kind of person I am?" When the lake leveled off, the black-robed Poison Lord stood up, and with just a wave of his hand, he took a photo of Yang Fu who was ten steps away. The flute emerged from the cuffs of his sleeves and was gently placed between the alchemist's brows.
The body of the flute is emerald green, with birds floating on it. Regardless of its appearance and appearance, it may have been able to bring wealth and wealth to the world for several generations. However, there is a very shallow sword mark on the emerald green flute.
"I have finished speaking. Since you, a slanderous person, have taken away your body and mind on your own, and have insulted our master, I will cut off your treason for my disciple. It seems to be a good thing." Between words, The flute body has already penetrated the eyebrows, and traces of blood overflowed.
But Yang Fu's spine slowly straightened up.
