I let go of the slut and asked in a deep voice: "Are you cheating?"

"What does cheating mean?" said the naughty man. He had lived in a mental hospital for more than ten years and had never heard of this word.

At this moment, Master Qian pushed the door and entered: "You're just a fool! I have damaged my skills for three years and washed his meridians and marrow, so that I can improve my spirit! Unfortunately, I didn't meet him earlier. If he practiced before he was ten years old, he would have entered the innate life! Now... it's hard to say."

So that's how Uncle Qian did not hesitate to damage his skills and also helped the despicable man wash his meridians and cut off his marrow. No wonder he didn't let him talk to others a while ago, because the true qi should not fluctuate for a period of time after washing his meridians and cutting off his marrow, so he was forbidden to take action. Regardless of whether Uncle Qian cheated on the despicable man or not, this friendship is indeed respectable.

"By the way, Uncle Qian, the last move of "Golden Sword Technique" is so powerful!"

Uncle Qian looked proud: "Are you finally seeing the power of "Golden Sword Technique"?"

I nodded: "Yes, but I still want to learn "Flying Immortals from the Sky".

"Learn to you!" Uncle Qian cursed mercilessly: "I have already incorporated the essence of the flying immortal in the Heavens in the "Golden Sword Technique"! I also want to pass on the latest version to you, but it seems that you don't want it anymore!"

What? There is another latest version? You know, every time the "Golden Sword Technique" is updated, the power will be greatly improved, so I hurriedly said: "Uncle Qian, I suddenly feel that "Golden Sword Technique" is still powerful!"

"You are smart." Uncle Qian took out a book from his arms: "You can give you sword technique, but... I heard that you have a lot of demon pills on you, take one out and change the weapon for Jiannan. Before you reach Huajin, you can only use demon pills to change the weapon. Unfortunately, I don't have the demon pills anymore."

I waved my hand and said, "It's easy to say. I seized a Baiyun Sword in the Lanbei Mountains a while ago and gave it to Jiannan."

Now Uncle Qian has nothing to say and threw the sword technique over. I looked through a few pages and now this improvement is more delicate and has improved many shortcomings. If I continue to improve it like this, the "Golden Sword Technique" will sooner or later become a first-class sword technique!

After putting away the sword technique, I asked, "By the way, how did Ma Fen deal with it?"

"Brother, I know this!" The bastard raised his hand: "Horse manure is usually used as fertilizer or thrown into the biogas tank."

I ignored this guy and looked at Uncle Qian.

When talking about a topic, Uncle Qian sighed, and his old face was sad: "He was abolished from his martial arts and imprisoned in Xiayun Mansion for his whole life. This was a sad thing, but for some reason, I woke up several times in a dream."

"Uh...how about Uncle Black and Jin Peng?"

"Jin Peng is nothing serious, Lao Hei is in trouble." Uncle Qian showed a gloating smile: "It's called "I'm so old and still being exposed to my anus, it's called "I'm not safe in my late life, hahaha."

The bastard interrupted Uncle Qian’s laughter: “Brother, I have opened six meridians. As agreed, you have to take me to find the demon pill.”

What a f*ck! I just said casually last time that the bastard man didn’t even reach the point of transformation. Isn’t he looking for death when he went into the mountain?

I thought Mr. Qian would persuade the slutty man, but he actually raised his hands to agree. If conditions permit, he wanted to lift his two Hong Kong feet: "Disciple, I support you. It's time to go out and practice! But before leaving, my teacher will test what you have learned in the past three months. I will arrange someone to compete with you. Only if you win can you leave. If you lose, stay with me. Don't even think about going home during the Chinese New Year..."

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In the afternoon, the martial arts performance venue.

The bastard and another young man stood on the ring, and dozens of people were watching nearby.

Uncle Qian stood among the two and said loudly: "In order to promote the spirit of sports, improve the physical fitness of Xiayun Mansion disciples, and enhance the friendship between classmates, an exchange competition is held here today. Both sides of the competition are Yang Jiannan and Wan Jinyou. I hope everyone can conscientiously implement the spirit of warriors. The purpose of this game is friendship first..."

After Uncle Qian’s nagging for five minutes, everyone was almost asleep. He finally shouted: “Start!”

The bastard held the wooden sword and fisted: "Senior Brother Wan Jinyou, I heard that you are good at using hidden weapons, you are sinister, and you have long admired them."

Wan Jinyou looked unhappy: "Who did you listen to?"

The bastard stretched out his hand and pointed: "My master."

"Puff!" Uncle Qian was giving a speech for five minutes just now and was drinking water to quench his thirst. When he heard this, he sprayed out: "When did you say this? Start the competition soon!!"

The bastard took strange steps under his feet, which was the trick of "Yuanbao Light Kung Fu", and stabbed forward with a sword!

Wan Jinyou held a short wooden knife and flashed sideways behind the bastard, cutting down at his back!

The bastard man really had no combat experience. He used more than ten years of force to rush forward. He couldn't change his moves, so he could only roll on the ground in a mess, and even lost his sword! In the first round, I didn't want to continue reading.

Wan Jinyou chased the bastard and slashed, but he didn't hit him with a single knife. In the end, the wooden short knife could not withstand the impact and broke directly!

The bastard rolled on the ground for a long time. Every time he avoided, he was skilled. Although he couldn't believe it, it seemed to be a martial arts!

The bastard got up from the ground and looked proud: "This is the "Rat Skill" designed by the master for me. After practicing it, it is as smooth as a mouse and cannot be beaten at all. Brother Wan, are you very angry?"

A gloom flashed in Wan Jinyou's eyes, but he smiled on his face: "Don't be angry, it's my honor to be able to compete with a genius like Junior Brother Yang. But I must win this game today because the winners are qualified to go home, and I haven't been home for five years."

The bastard comforted him: "Senior Brother Wan, don't be anxious. I'll help you find a master to argue with you. He will give me face."

"Thank you so much, Master Yang...be careful behind you!"

Wan Jinyou suddenly shouted loudly, and the bastard man who lacked experience looked back stupidly, but showed up behind him with nothing. Wan Jinyou had already found three hidden weapons. Although they were just three wooden thorns, throwing them with hidden weapons can also pierce the flesh!

Three wooden thorns flew away in the shape of a ‘Pin’!

Just as I couldn't help but rush to the ring, I suddenly saw the bastard turning over and landing on the ground, holding a wooden thorn in each hand and a mouth.

Little stars appeared in Senior Sister Jin's eyes: "Wow, he is so manly and handsome, my heart beats so fast."

Someone next to him asked, "Sister Jin, why are you moved and not in love?"

Senior Sister Jin was justified: "Hmph, I only like the number one genius in Xiayun Mansion. I like whoever is a genius!"

Uncle Qian jumped onto the ring: "The competition ends here! Since hidden weapons are prohibited on the ring, Yang Jiannan won!"

In order to celebrate, everyone pulled the bastard to drink. After the meal was over, Senior Sister Jin used the same routine and sent the bastard to the gate of the yard and pretended to fall. The bastard said, "Sister Jin wait a moment, I'll go in and get ice to apply to your feet."

Then, the bastard ran to sleep directly. Senior Sister Jin sat at the door for more than an hour and left angrily...

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The next day.

Two figures were walking through the forest.

I casually shot a poisonous snake away and said, "You have been in Xiayun Mansion for more than three months and have not contacted the outside world. Your parents must be very worried."

The bastard shook his head and said, "But what I care more about is whether my girlfriend will be angry."

I was speechless: "You haven't contacted someone for three months. I guess you're going to break up. Maybe there are other men around you... Otherwise, you think about Senior Sister Jin?"

"Impossible! She will definitely wait for me!"

The bastard was confident. I went back to Qiling City with him not to joke with him, but to the Taoist Association encountered a difficult incident here and asked me to come and help and eliminate the problem of Yin Tang Hei.

Although I have said several times that I have asked the bastard to go back to reunite with my family, he insisted on staying for help. I couldn't resist and agreed.

The one who encountered a supernatural incident this time was the Qiling City Museum, which was where Ningrou worked before.

In a high-end hotel, the museum director Fan Yanghui warmly welcomed us: "Xiaolong, Xiaoyang, when I saw you two, I finally let go of my heart."

After sitting down, I said, "Director Fan, let's talk about anything."

"This is how it is." Fan Yanghui picked up the wine glass and drank it all: "A large bronze bell was unearthed some time ago, which was a cultural relic from the Song Dynasty. This can be said to be a very important appearance in archaeological history! However, there was a lot of copper rust on the bell, so it was taken back to the museum for processing and then it can be exhibited publicly. But what people didn't expect was that the museum was haunted during this period! There were even three people crazy!"

The bastard was shocked: "What? I have three more patients?"

Director Fan didn't understand: "What?"

I glared at the bastard: "It's nothing, Director Fan, please continue."

"Well, that big clock is very evil. I feel cold when I think about it now." Director Fan drank another glass of wine before saying: "Although I have seen supernatural incidents, this is not a ghost or a zombie. It's just a big clock. How supernatural can it be? So I didn't take it at first, until later... I watched the surveillance video, and the big clock would ring automatically in the middle of the night!!"

"Two security guards went over to check, but when they got nearby, they were all stunned. They stood next to the big bell and didn't move, as if they had lost their souls! The next morning, they went crazy! This kind of thing was unheard of, so I chose to report it, and then a bald man, who was about the same age as me, came to help deal with the supernatural incident. He stayed alone in the museum that night, but he was also crazy the next day... Alas, the museum has closed now and rested, Xiaolong, Xiao Yang, do you know what's going on?"

I tapped the desktop with my fingers: "The big clock that can make people crazy? I really haven't heard of it."

The bastard analyzed: "Brother, do you think it's possible that they were deliberately pretending to be crazy and want to surprise Director Fan? For example, Director Fan is about to celebrate his birthday, and they will suddenly appear on his birthday to surprise him! Director Fan, are you about to celebrate your birthday? Or are there any other happy events?"

Director Fan took a deep breath of the cigarette butt that was almost burning his hand, his face was very serious. As the smoke exhaled, he slowly spoke: "If you want to talk about the happy event, I divorced the yellow-faced woman last month. Is it considered a happy event?"

I quickly interrupted and said, "It shouldn't be what Jiannan analyzed. I'd better wait until the night to see the situation."

The bastard rubbed his head: "Brother, I seem to have overlooked a very important thing."

I nodded with a deep sense of agreement: "Yes, but what is it..."
Chapter completed!