In this world, kneels on the sky, kneels on the ground and kneels on the ancestors, but it is not popular to kneel on the master. Even if a slave meets the master, he just bows to him.

The pharmacist Meng said very respectfully, but although his attitude was humble, he hid a little momentum there. The aura faintly released from him suppressed the Liangcai and did not dare to speak for a moment.

Compared to this pharmacist Meng, the blacksmith and the cook behind him had already trembled slightly under the scolding of Liangcai, for fear that Zhu Lingwu would punish them for this.

"Forget it, it's nothing to tell you. This is what my ancestors told me when he was treating my injuries! It was specially designed to practice my skills! This magic weapon is called a battery gathering. Well, you should know what you should know, go down quickly!"

Zhu Lingwu keenly felt the change in the aura of the pharmacist Meng's body, so he had to make a battery and then push the origin of the Baghdad battery to the ancestors of his family who had no impression of him.

When the pharmacist Meng heard this, although he was still a little unwilling to ask more questions, he stopped asking again, and bowed to agree, "Yes, that young man is careful to mess with these magic weapons, and the little people will take their leave first!"

"Go away, go away, really, I don't know that this is a hindrance to the young master's affairs here. He dares to inquire about the treasures of the master. Remember, don't spread everything you do here. Old Man Meng, although you are alone, if you dare to spread the method of making this magic weapon, you will not be able to cut even if you have nine heads!"

Liangcai seemed to feel something strange about him just now. Now he felt relieved and immediately took a few steps forward with responsibility, kicking the blacksmith and the chef's calves, warning him repeatedly, thinking about it thoroughly.

However, he seemed to have a little fear of the pharmacist Meng, and he only dared to threaten the warning of pretending to be a tiger.

Zhu Lingwu couldn't help but laugh at the heart of having such a traitor around him who was thinking about what he was thinking about. This kid is really attentive.

When the pharmacist Meng took the other two craftsmen out of the practice room, Zhu Lingwu walked directly to the practice table, sat cross-legged, and tried the comfort of the seat cushion.

"Young Master, don't you say you can see it? You can't practice it! Otherwise, let others try it for you first!"

Seeing this, Liangcai hurriedly shouted from the side, and in a few steps he reached behind the practice table, and reached out to hold the valve gate that could be pulled. He was familiar with this practice table and knew that if he held this, there would be no electricity to be released.

"Why, do you want me to pass the Nine-Turn Lightning Body Skill to others? Humph, I see, why don't you try it, I can only trust you!"

Zhu Lingwu couldn't help but say half-jokingly, and half-temptedly, wondering if this good man really dared to use his life to experiment for himself.

"Master, the villain thinks, but unfortunately, the villain is a bad person and has no qualifications to practice martial arts. The villain is afraid that he will not be able to practice anything at that time, so he will die and cannot help the young master. Then there will be no one around the young master in the future to help with things!"

Liangcai was so quick that he quickly made up such a reason, but he seemed very loyal.

Zhu Lingwu smiled in his heart, but he just hummed lightly, "Okay, you go out too! You should know that my body is unusual, this little electricity cannot kill anyone. Besides, this was passed down to me by my ancestors, who only let me practice skills. Can my ancestors harm me? Humph, okay, why don't you go out quickly!"

Zhu Lingwu was too lazy to talk nonsense with such a ghostly slave. He just talked about his ancestors casually. Even if he was an excuse for him to raise the banner, such slaves would not be able to go to someone to confirm.

"Nonsense! Xiaowu, when did you learn so much? My ancestors, when did you pass on this battery-gathering magic weapon to you? Humph, why? I'm not afraid of dying once, do you want to try the family law?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the gate of the courtyard outside the practice room. The sound was like being wrapped in a ball of things and was sent directly to the practice room before it exploded, as if he was directly scolding Zhu Lingwu.

Zhu Lingwu was shocked, and then couldn't help but sigh secretly. The cheap daddy with this body was here. It seemed that someone had secretly informed him that he wanted to practice the Nine-Turn Thunder Body Rule here, and he really needed to convince this dad.

Not long after, a man wearing a wide-sleeved shirt, wooden soft boots, his hair was raised high, covered with a high crown of aristocratic people, tied with a jade hairpin, covered with light powder on his face, carrying a bit of glory, and three long beards left under his mouth walked in.

He seemed to be walking unfast, but he seemed to have some light skills that could cross several meters in one step. His wide sleeves danced with the movement, which inevitably made him walk with a gentle breeze and a faint fragrance, which also spread out, making people sober.

This is the most common appearance of a gentry, which makes an old man in his 60s look only in his forties or fifties.

In fact, he is much simpler like this. If he changes to a younger gentry prince, he will be afraid that he will have to apply rouge on his face and thrushes, which is even more troublesome than a woman wearing makeup.

Perhaps, the pharmacist Meng would have left so easily after listening to Zhu Lingwu's orders, and also sensed his arrival. He did not want to face him head-on, so he gave up the opportunity to ask more questions.

At this time, he and the blacksmith were already standing respectfully on the corridor on the side of the courtyard, bowing to the people from afar, but there was no sign of anything unusual.

When Zhu Lingwu saw this, he had to come down from the practice table obediently, and went to the door in a regular manner, bowed and said, "I have seen Daddy!"

"Hmph, Xiaowu, you no longer have to cultivate your body in the room, what are you doing here?"

The man arrived in front of Zhu Lingwu and said with a stern face.

"Dad, I want to practice the Nine-Turn Thunder Body Control Art, I must cultivate immortals and build foundation!"

Zhu Lingwu pretended to be the original owner's temperament and said to the man.

"Xiao Wu, I have told you a few times for my father. Cultivating immortals is not easy. Even if I cannot cultivate immortals and build a foundation, I will not ignore you! Last time, when you did something like that, do you know how many times your mother cried for you!"

The man showed a helpless look on his face. It was obvious that he loved Zhu Lingwu very much, so the previous face could not last long.

The original owner of Zhu Lingwu's body is his fifth child, the youngest child since ancient times, and the most favored child in the family, let alone such an elderly child.
Chapter completed!