"Old Huabu, why has little friend Wufan not come back after being gone for so long?" The old immortal in the room was already impatient with the waiting, and finally couldn't help but speak out.
"Senior and the class leader have their own arrangements." Hearing this, the opera ghost just spat out a few words at random as a reply.
"Old Huabu, do you think... is this possible?" The old immortal said furtively when he saw that the old man was still concentrating with his eyes closed, so he probably couldn't hear the conversation.
"Huh?" The actor responded softly, wondering what nonsense the old immortal was going to say again.
"Look at that guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He's in good health. Could it be that the old man had already found a buyer in advance and asked Wu Fan to sell him out..." Although the old immortal was in the spiritual yin stick, But you can also feel the excitement in his tone, "So little friend Wu Fan hasn't come back for so long, he must be discussing the price!"
The opera ghost thought that the old fairy could come up with some great inferences, but when he heard this, he felt a headache. He thought about what the old fairy had in his mind, so he simply closed his ears and ignored it.
But Feng Pocket and Broom Ghost grinned when they heard this, but they didn't dare to say anything, and laughed.
The old man with a calm face frowned more and more, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore. He slammed the table and stood up: "I really regret saving you monster. How can you be quiet for a while?"
After being scolded by the old man, the old immortal naturally felt guilty and subconsciously shrank his neck. But when it thought that no one saw it, it felt a little embarrassed, and whispered in a low voice: "I don't blame you for being partial, old man. It's so unfair to trap me here when you can let people escape! As long as you can let me and This old man in calico is treated equally, and I guarantee that he will never gossip again!"
"Is this true?" The old man raised his eyebrows.
"The old immortal never breaks his promise!" The old immortal said secretly, and his eyes lit up. It seemed that he could finally taste freedom again.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the old man pulling a piece of cloth from behind and covering the opera ghost. Then he saw the opera ghost disappearing without a trace under the cloth as if performing a magic trick. It seemed that he should have been restored to his original state.
No one could see clearly how the old man took action, but they saw the opera ghost being sucked into the tablecloth. They all looked at each other, too shocked to speak.
"Old man, you...you are cheating!" The old immortal's original intention was to escape like a ghost in a show, but he never expected that such a situation would happen. He didn't know what expression to use for a while.
"Anyway, you are already the same. I hope you monster can keep your promise!" The old man sneered, and then sat back at the table with his arms crossed again.
"I...you..." The old immortal didn't know how to argue, so he could only say to the tablecloth beside him: "Old man Huabu, come and make a judgment!"
Although the opera ghost felt aggrieved, fortunately he was well prepared. It no longer wanted to pay attention to the latter, and sighed: "You evil ghost, you are really my nemesis!"
…
Here Wu Fan and Azhong took a circle around Jiuliu and saw that although the surrounding scenery was dilapidated, it showed prosperity everywhere.
This place is different from the serious atmosphere of Fengdu under the Six Halls system. It unexpectedly has a bit more secular atmosphere, which makes people feel both strange and familiar. Wu Fan still remembered that he felt uncomfortable when he first came to Fengdu, but even though he was new to Jiuliu, he felt that this place exuded a sense of peace from the inside out...
"Then you can stay in Jiuliu..."
Although Wu Fan wanted Zhao Xiaozhong to make his own decision, the latter finally asked the question to him. Seeing the two of them going around in a circle and about to return to the old man's residence, Wu Fan finally gave the answer he had been brewing for a long time. .
"Azhong, you were involved in this to help me. Once the matter is leaked and misunderstood, it will definitely lead to disaster! These six palaces are really a place of right and wrong for you. Instead of worrying about me in Fengdu, it is better to stay here You should study the exercises carefully so that you can protect yourself when the crisis comes..."
Azhong first came to the underworld without any friends, so he helped Wu Fan when he saw that he had a good eye. Now that he heard the latter's persuasion, he felt a lot more awake. Although he felt uneasy, he still nodded and agreed: "I will obey my brother's orders in everything!"
Hearing the same words again, Wu Fan really didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Before this, Wu Fan had curiously asked the old man why he insisted on keeping this person?
The old man said that this man should have died because the Green Ghost King had created a barrier in his body to protect his soul, allowing him to preserve his soul after being severely injured. Although this kind of injury looks harmless on the surface, it will recur as time goes by! Fortunately, he has a way to repair the soul. Now that he sees it, he can't ignore it.
Wu Fan still had doubts in his heart, but if the old man had been harmful to others, there would be no need to help him. Wu Fan thought about how troubled he was, and it would be a good thing for Azhong to stay in Jiuliu, so he nodded in agreement. At this moment, he finally fulfilled his senior's instructions...
Now that the explanation was over, Wu Fan also breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that there was still some time before the destination, and Wu Fan really had nothing to say, he suddenly became curious about the cause of Zhao Xiaozhong's death.
"Azhong, to what extent have you mastered the three Zhao fists?" Wu Fan asked.
"Brother, it's not Azhong's boast! Although the Zhao family's three punches are only fists and kicks, even if I use two fists to fight against the sword energy, I will not fall behind at all!" After speaking, Azhong still scratched his head, "Of course , also during his lifetime..."
I heard from Azhong that the current Zhao family's three punches are really not powerful enough and cannot use their full strength. I think back then, his ancestors could even block thousands of monsters by themselves with the farmer's three punches!
Wu Fan nodded slightly when he heard the words. He had seen what Azhong said before from the strange book he got by chance, so it was not unfamiliar to him. Moreover, he had a chance to see the "Farmer's Three Fists" book, but there were many language barriers in that book. Even he could find the anomalies in that book, so it didn't look like the ancestral skills in Zhao Xiaozhong's family. …
"Brother, I also know that this matter is a bit mysterious..." Seeing Wu Fan standing still and silent, Azhong's face became more embarrassed.
"I'm not questioning you, I just suddenly remembered some old things..." Wu Fan smiled.
Wu Fan was indeed not doubting Azhong's words, but suddenly felt that it was too much of a coincidence that the farmer's three punches happened to appear in front of him, and they happened to be obtained by Zhao Xiaoyi, whose pseudonym was Zhao Xiaozhong, through his own hands.
"By the way, Azhong, let me take the liberty of saying, since your boxing skills are so good, why are you here? I wonder if it's convenient for you..." Wu Fan probed.
"Brother, it's not that I deliberately concealed it, it's just that the cause of my death is strange, and I'm still a little confused until now..." Azhong said with a bitter look on his face.
"Oh?" Wu Fan was stunned when he heard this, "Did someone plot against you from behind?"
"It's not like..." Azhong was also puzzled, "If someone was plotting against someone, there should be traces to follow, but when I came to Wangxiang Terrace, I only saw a handful of yellow sand remaining..."
"Yellow sand?" Wu Fan scratched his head and thought to himself that what he saw in front of the Wangxiang Terrace was a cloud of fog, while what Ah Zhong saw in front of the Wangxiang Terrace was a handful of yellow sand. What is it called Wangxiang Terrace? It would be more realistic to just change the name to Riddle Station in a secretive way...
"That's right... In fact, I have been feeling unwell during that time. At first, I doubted whether I was seriously ill, but there is no serious illness that can wipe out a person's body..." Azhong muttered.
"Wait a minute..." Wu Fan suddenly noticed something, "You said you are feeling unwell, but your limbs are stiff and your skin is dark yellow?"
"Brother is really a god! Zhao has such symptoms!" Azhong was shocked at first, and then took a breath and said, "Brother, did I really die of a serious illness?"
Wu Fan did not answer, but frowned: "Have you ever been to the northwest desert?"
"That's not the case." Azhong said resolutely: "Because of my brother-in-law's reasons, I have only been active in crowded places. The only remote place is Linlang Market...and I keep myself clean, so I shouldn't be infected with anything weird. What’s wrong…”
"That's not what I meant..." Seeing that Azhong was thinking wrongly, Wu Fan hurriedly changed the subject and said, "That's all, let's not talk about it for now, why are you going to Linlang Market?"
"Sigh... It seems like this happened by chance..." Azhong sighed.
"I still remember that day when I met a close friend on the road... By the way, brother, do you still remember that I just said that my fists can withstand the sword energy, and the sword energy was talking about him!" At this point, Ah Zhong's tone was even more excited, "At that time, when I was approaching my thirties, my Zhao style boxing skills had never improved. If I continued, I would definitely live up to my father's expectations... and at this moment, he appeared!"
"Thanks to his guidance, I broke through the hurdle in my heart and finally made Zhao's three punches reach a new peak!" After the excitement, Azhong felt lost for a while, "Originally, I went with him this time because I wanted to I helped him, but I didn’t expect that the situation in Linlang Market at that time was far beyond my imagination. Before I could take action, I was knocked away by a strange figure... When I recovered, I realized that it was already over. …”
Hearing this, Wu Fan felt happy. In fact, it was not that he was gloating over his misfortune, but he did not expect that the chain of causes and effects would be perfectly connected. He did not expect that Zhao Xiaozhong in front of him would also be involved in the original chaos...
Although Azhong didn't explain it clearly, how could Wu Fan not guess that the only person present who could be related to the sword qi and died at that time was Jiang Yang from the sword qi sect...
"At that time, I saw my friend being beheaded. I originally wanted to avenge him! Who knew that the guy under the five-color thunder found me and slashed at me with a knife. If I hadn't run fast, I would have killed him on the spot. It's gone to ashes, not even the soul is left! Brother? What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay, it's okay, you said it..." Wu Fan felt embarrassed when he heard this. At first, he only wanted to move the blade that was slashing towards Wu Hao, so how could he care about others...
"There's nothing more to say next..." Azhong shrugged, "The perpetrator also received due punishment and was stabbed to death..."
"Uh..." Upon hearing this, Wu Fan felt as if his brain had been torn apart, and the dark memories before his death began to loosen...
Seeing that Wu Fan looked even worse than before, Azhong could not continue to say: "Brother, are you really okay? Otherwise, we should go find the senior first..."
Wu Fan already had a splitting headache, but he also knew that he was getting closer and closer to the truth.
"Don't worry about me, just keep talking...I can hold on!"
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