"What? I'm so stupid!"

Zhou Botong gently patted Ma Yu's head and said, "You still remember the tools that your uncle told you to bring just now!"

Ma Yu rubbed his head and nodded, "Oh, remember, remember!"

After he entered the room, he heard that his uncle, who had been extra at some point, spoke up and asked his uncle Zhou to get it, but in the end...

It's now on him.

Zhou Botong raised his eyebrows and kicked Ma Yu's ass, saying, "Remember to go and get it?"

"I'll go right now!" Ma Yu ran out of the room immediately.

This young man...oh, no, it's the junior uncle. When did I have another junior uncle?

Ma Yu's mind was full of doubts.

However, no matter how confused he was, he still followed Wang Zhenting's instructions and found the hardest paper in the Quanzhen Sect for Wang Zhenting, and then found two kinds of red and black inks. He even went to the kitchen and asked someone to make some paste for him.

"Uncle Master, I've brought the stuff!"

Ma Yu whispered and returned to Zhou Botong's room with the things.

"Come on, let it go!"

Zhou Botong was fucked and saw Ma Yu panting. He pointed to the teapot that was placed aside and said, "There is water there, pour a cup of it yourself."

After saying that, he looked at Wang Zhenting with interest, sitting at the table like a curious baby.

Wang Zhenting took out a piece of paper and whispered: "Sure enough, the hardness is still a little worse, but if the two layers are pasted together, it will be almost the same."

Looking at the paste placed aside, Wang Zhenting couldn't help but secretly praised his vision.

Wang Zhenting put a stack of paper neatly and placed it on the table.

The next moment, in the eyes of Ma Yu, who was holding a teacup and drinking tea carefully, he reached out and pulled out the sword in his hand, and sword shadows flashed by one after another.

"What a quick sword!"

Ma Yu suddenly widened his eyes and saw a thin sword mark appearing on the paper on the table. As Wang Zhenting touched his palm, he divided it into small pieces of paper exactly the same size.

Ma Yu hurriedly took a few steps forward, walked to the table, reached out and pulled it twice, and the shock in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"What a terrifying control."

With a mutter, Ma Yu screamed incredible.

The pieces of paper were exactly the same size. Apart from that, without leaving a little sword injury on the table, all the papers were cut open!

That is the control that controls lethality between pieces!

So awesome! Is the uncle of the junior master trying to show me some peerless sword skills?

When Ma Yu thought of this, his heart couldn't help but pound.

At this moment, he saw Wang Zhenting sitting down, picked up his pen, and wrote something on the pieces of paper above.

Holding the excitement in his heart, Ma Yu took a careful look. He didn't know the symbol, but it looked very similar to the sword.

Is it really a peerless sword technique?

Ma Yu's face was flushed with excitement.

Then he saw his uncle actually drew a strange pattern on it, which looked like a heart?

"Well? Is this what you need to be careful when learning sword?"

Ma Yu guessed in his heart.

But then he became increasingly unable to understand.

It was the heart, the fan-like pattern, and the squares, and he noticed that the heart was still two colors...

Could it be that... these are four peerless sword techniques!

Ma Yu was so excited that his whole body trembled.

After shook his hand, Wang Zhenting did not expect that it would be quite difficult to draw these things. In order to facilitate communication, he specially painted the images of the three cards of JQK as the emperor and the prince, while the big and small kings turned into bull-headed and horse-faced.

However, although the painting is done, it still has to be glued.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhenting raised his head.

Um?

What's wrong with Ma Yu?

Looking at the young Taoist priest who was trembling all over his body, as if he was very excited, Wang Zhenting was a little confused.

"What is this? Tell me!"

Zhou Botong scratched his ears and his head were curious.

"I'll tell you later, now you can stick them first."

As he said that, Wang Zhenting demonstrated to touch a picture.

Zhou Botong rolled his eyes and pulled Ma Yu beside him, and said with a treacherous face: "You stick!"

"I'm sticky!" Ma Yu was confused.

Is he going to get close to something related to peerless swordsmanship?

"Okay!" Ma Yu said with a flushed face: "I'm sticky!"

A few minutes later, looking at the cards that were destroyed by Ma Yu, before Wang Zhenting could speak, Zhou Botong slapped Ma Yu in the head and said excitedly: "It depends on the good thing you did!"

"My nephew is wrong!" Ma Yu looked regretful.

Wang Zhenting's mouth twitched slightly.

What are you doing... Isn't it just that you have broken a few cards? Is it necessary to be so sad?

"It's okay, I'll just write a few more pictures." Wang Zhenting comforted.

"Uncle Master, I let you down!" Ma Yu looked grateful.

Although he still doesn't know why he had an extra junior uncle for no reason, the other party showed him this good thing, so it's absolutely right to scream!

Wang Zhenting was a little uncomfortable, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay!"

Ma Yu suddenly stood up and said, "I'll go find Junior Sister Sun to help!"

Zhou Botong said angrily: "Then why don't you go quickly!"

It delayed his fun, and he didn't think he was going to kill that despicable boy.

After a while, when Wang Zhenting had just finished repairing a few cards, Ma Yu rushed in with Sun Buer, who was also excited, and dipped all the cards as if he was playing chicken blood.

After wiping the sweat on his forehead, Sun Buer said: "Uncle Master, my nephew lives up to expectations! It's been glued!"

"Good job!" Zhou Botong praised happily, collected all the cards, looked at Wang Zhenting eagerly, and said, "My junior brother, tell me, how to play this thing?"

"Play?"

A harsh scream came out from Ma Yu's mouth, and Ma Yu said excitedly: "Uncle Master! This is not something to play with!"

"Why aren't you playing? You just play!" Zhou Botong raised his chin and whispered: "I said I'm just playing!"

"But, but this is obviously a peerless one written by the uncle of the junior teacher..."

"Uh...this is really fun."

Upon hearing this, Ma Yu's body stiffened, he looked at Wang Zhenting dumbly, and said, "This, isn't this a peerless sword technique?"

Peerless sword technique?

Wang Zhenting jumped gently on his forehead.

What exactly did this kid make up for?

"Senior Brother, aren't you saying that the uncle is writing the peerless sword technique? Let's learn more about it?"

Sun Buer was also stupid.

"Hahahaha! Peerless sword technique!"

Zhou Botong slapped the table and smiled unscrupulously, and burst into tears.

After wiping the tears from laughing, Zhou Botong said: "Haha, that, hahahaha, junior brother, tell me, what is this called?"

Wang Zhenting's mouth twitched slightly, and in the desperate eyes of Ma Yu and Sun Buer, he spoke: "Playing cards are used to play Landlords."
Chapter completed!