"Conceal it? How do you say this?"
"Dukui doesn't need to appear in other forms. He is very powerful. Even if the poor Taoist master Dando Zhenren is still alive, he may not be his opponent.
On the contrary, if it appears in other forms, its strength will be greatly reduced.
Since he now appears in the form of black mist, there is probably something he doesn't want us to know. "
Banyun thought for a while, shook his head and continued, "Maybe Pindao is overly worried, maybe he doesn't take Pindao seriously at all, so he doesn't bother to use his real body.
By the way, donor, be careful. Doukui must have some purpose in absorbing the soul. I don't know the specific reason.
If the benefactor can listen to what you are asking for now, it proves that he needs you, so unless you have to, the benefactor must not anger him, otherwise your life will be difficult to save. "
"Thank you, Taoist Priest, for reminding me."
Mao Sandao stood up and looked in the direction of the study room, suddenly feeling that the fighting master in the secret room was too scary.
And everything hidden behind this secret room is like facing the dark sea. You never know what unknown species exist under the seemingly calm sea, which is almost suffocating.
Mao Sandao believes that there seems to be no choice but to compromise.
At first, I naively thought that given time, I would always find an opportunity to kill my enemy, but judging from the battle between Banyun and Doukui just now, even if Doukui stood in front of me, he might not even be able to touch a hair on his head.
On the contrary, if Doukui wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as blowing his breath.
However, Mao Sandao always believed that there must be a flaw in everything. As long as he found Doukui's flaw one day, he believed that he would be able to defeat him.
And compromise and patience are only temporary.
He believes that only by experiencing hellish hardships can one develop the power to create heaven.
Only fingers that have shed blood can produce the last sound in the world.
"I've taken note of what the Taoist priest said." Mao Sandao nodded heavily and squatted down again, "Taoist priest, how are you? Is it okay?"
"It's enough to cultivate for a while." Banyun stood up with difficulty, and a trace of rosy color returned to his face.
Judging from Banyun's injuries at this time, Doukui had shown mercy.
"Strange, where did the Taoist priest of Lianfeng Xiao go?" Mao Sandao asked.
"He... left." Banyun sighed, helplessness evident in his tone.
"Left?" Mao Sandao frowned, "Does the Taoist Master mean that he ran away first? How could he..."
Banyun raised his hand slightly and interrupted Mao San: "You can't blame him. He has never seen such a scene since Pindao accepted him as his disciple. It's normal to have stage fright."
"But no matter what, the Taoist Master is also his master, and he can't leave you alone!" Mao Sandao felt sorry for Banyun and felt that it was not worth replacing him.
"The donor is wrong. Everyone is an independent individual. When life and death are at stake, he has his own right to choose what to do and how to do it.
Even if the last choice is unacceptable to the world, no one has the right to criticize it. "
Since Banyun, the master, no longer pursues the case, Mao Sandao cannot continue to talk.
Banyun was actually right. What Lianfeng did was his own choice.
It's just that this choice made by Lianfeng was shameful.
"Donor, please go back quickly, lest Doukui becomes suspicious, Pindao will go back to Beiziling first, and come back to kill him when there is a chance."
Banyun pushed Mao Sandao, he sincerely didn't want anything to happen to Mao Sandao.
Although they had only been in contact for a few days, after all, they were one step older and had met countless people. Banyun already fully believed in his heart that Mao Sandao was a good person.
Therefore, I don’t want Mao Sandao to be harmed.
Mao Sandao was ready to leave, but in the end he was still worried about Banyun and turned back: "I'd better send the Taoist Master back to Beiziling first. I'm a little worried."
Banyun pushed Mao San away and said: "I'm really fine, poor donor. Don't be careless. It's better to be careful.
By the way, Pindao suddenly remembered something. Did Doukui tell the donor why he chose you as the master of the bookstore? "
Mao Sandao thought about the question Banyun asked for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out. He shook his head: "I never said that."
Banyun looked at Mao Sandao with a very serious expression: "Since Doukui chose the donor to be the master of the bookstore, it means that there must be something extraordinary about the donor.
Pindao guessed that the benefactor's extraordinary ability was probably a powerful weapon to defeat Dou Kui. The benefactor could pay attention to it in the future. "
"Well, I will definitely pay attention, but... this matter is not that easy to figure out. Doukui is very cautious when doing things." Mao Sandao said distressedly.
"Pindao told the donor when he was in Beiziling, don't do anything too hastily, otherwise it will be counterproductive. When some things are not deliberate, the truth will naturally appear."
After Banyun finished speaking, he cupped his fists and saluted: "I'm going to leave first, benefactor, be careful."
Mao Sandao nodded.
The cold wind blew through the branches, and the few dead leaves fell on the street where the clouds had left. Against the backdrop of the street lights, they stretched his figure together.
Looking at Banyun's sad back as he staggered away, Mao Sandao felt as if he had a fish bone stuck in his throat.
This back view is too lonely, like a sad lonely old man who is spending the rest of his life alone.
"Taoist Master, what you said today has been recorded by the three Taoists..." Looking at Taoist Master Banyun disappearing into the night, Mao Sandao bowed deeply.
He felt depressed and uncomfortable. For some reason, he always felt that this might be the last time they would see each other...
…
In the secret room, everything returned to calm, and Doukui was already hiding around the secret room.
"The smelly Taoist priest is gone?"
"Well, I've left." Mao Sandao silently cleaned up the mess on the ground, "By the way, thank you for your mercy."
Rumble…
As soon as he finished speaking, Mao Sandao felt that the entire secret room was shaking.
He quickly put down his work and glanced around the secret room.
Then, a skull black head condensed into the center of the secret room again, with a pair of burning eyes staring at him.
"You...what do you want to do?!" Mao Sandao leaned against the wall and stared at the skull with wide eyes.
"Well done!"
"What kind of play... The play is good, I don't understand what you are talking about."
Mao Sandao suddenly broke out in cold sweat, his heart accelerated rapidly. He guessed that Doukui already knew everything.
The skull black head moved to one meter in front of Mao Sandao and stopped:
"I know better than you how many guests come to your door every day; I also know every move you make in the study room. Do you think I don't know if you act like you don't know?
I didn't show up right away because I wanted to know how long you were going to perform this scene. It's a pity, your acting skills are so bad!
Mao Sandao, if the bookstore doesn't need you, just with your few words, do you think the smelly Taoist priest can leave alive? "
Mao Sandao's whole body was trembling, and he even felt that his teeth were trembling, but he still had to bite the bullet and replied: "The hatred of killing relatives is irreconcilable, and you killing my grandfather cannot be counted! If... you have the ability, Kill me now!"
The skull returned to the center of the secret room and sneered: "That's right, I killed your grandfather, you really should take revenge.
It's not time to kill you now, but I've warned you a long time ago that if you don't obey, I will kill your friend.
Since you are so ignorant of praise, just collect the body from Jiao Maiqi! "
After the skull finished speaking, it decomposed and disappeared in the air.
Mao Sandao was stunned for a moment.
Jiao Qiu'er can't die...
Jiao Qiu'er must not die...
Staring at Doukui who had disappeared in the sky, Mao Sandao repeated these words in his mind.
If Jiao Qiu'er dies, he will have no relatives anymore...
Therefore, he cannot die!
Absolutely not to die! ! !
His legs slowly bent forward "with difficulty".
thump!
Get down on your knees.
The sound of his body coming into contact with the ground felt particularly harsh to him.
When friendship transitions to the level of family affection, everything that has a price will no longer have a price.
Even if a man has gold at his knees, he will not hesitate.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, don't kill my friend! I will never dare to do it again, please don't kill my friend!"
But the secret room was very quiet, and he didn't hear any response from Doukui.
