My Disciples Are All Villains - 642

The man in Chinese clothes ignored the anger of the villagers, walked up to Ahai with a cold look, and asked, “I can give you a chance to stand up again. Are you willing to follow me?”

Ahai raised his eyes and met the man in Chinese clothes.

He did not answer.

The man in Chinese clothes continued: “I can give you the identity of Rouli, and the villagers of Guluo Village will not embarrass you anymore…Huh? Are you really willing to be a slave here for a lifetime?”

“Bah!” A Hai took a sip.

The man in Chinese clothes was not angry, but shook his head and said: “I will ask you one last time, are you really not going with me?”

A trace of murder flashed in his eyes.

Just then.

Ow—-

A strange cry came from the west of Guluo Village.

Villagers who live by hunting follow the prestige.

“Ferocious beast?!”

“My lord… it’s a fierce beast!”

The man in Chinese clothes said strangely: “The terrain here is remote and separated by a vast abyss. How can there be fierce beasts?”

At this time, they saw a tiger-like, majestic and fierce beast staring at everyone in the low altitude to the west.

In its mouth, there was a scabbard dipped in mud.

Among the dense jungle…One after another figure came out.

Luzhou, who is old and immortal, walks in the forefront with holding hands.

The others followed closely, following the fierce beast and walking forward without any haste.

The fierce beast flew forward with its scabbard in its mouth.

The speed is not fast, only a little faster than walking.

The sunset passed through the woods and fell on everyone.

Until the fierce beast flew to the entrance of the village and slowly fell.

Lu Zhou stopped… his eyes passed by the people of Guluo Village, the men in Chinese clothes, the two big wolf dogs, and the clubs in the hands of the people of Guluo Village. Finally, they fell on the ground and hugged them. The young man with the head is on Zhenghai.

It is forgivable that other people and apprentices did not know this “young Yu Zhenghai”.

But as a master, how could Lu Zhou not recognize it?

The appearance of his youth immediately brought Lu Zhou’s memory back to more than three hundred years ago…

Luzhou once again swept the people of Zhongguluo Village.

With his current cultivation level, he can destroy the entire village at will to vent his anger for his apprentice, but he has not done so.

There are better ways to solve many things.

The master didn’t speak… the others all kept quiet.

When Lu Zhou came to Yu Zhenghai, seeing him look dazed, he knew in his heart, and asked warmly, “What’s your name?”

He asked the same question more than three hundred years ago.

Ask again now.

Just to recall his memory?

The boy Yu Zhenghai looked around blankly and replied: “Ah, Ahai…”

Lu Zhou’s eyes fell down, and he stretched out an old and strong hand.

In the eyes of the jungle.

Everyone is at a loss, they don’t know why.

…

…

Everyone in the Motian Pavilion was even more at a loss, wondering why Master had such an attitude toward a strange boy.

Si Wuya spent a considerable period of time with his big brother day and night. When his eyes fell on the young boy A Hai, his eyes seemed to be pricked, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Even if the clothes stand full of mud.

No one moves.

With a master, everything is enough.

Lu Zhou always maintained the posture of extending his big hand.

Just waiting for the boy Yu Zhenghai to stretch out his hand.

Life alternates, and the world is endless.

In all beings, reincarnated and reincarnated.

The reincarnation of the three generations is hard to find in a hundred years.

Yu Zhenghai raised his hand tremblingly.

Seeing him at a loss, Lu Zhou smiled faintly, moved forward with a big hand, grabbed his palm, and pulled him up.

When it was touched, the young boy was in Zhenghai’s blank mind, and several fuzzy pictures passed over… suddenly his mind buzzed!

A mess.

A vague figure, an inexplicable sense of familiarity invaded.

This old man… who is it? ! !

…

“Hold on.”

The man in Chinese clothes said.

Lu Zhou glanced at him and said faintly, “Shuli cultivator?”

“This is the realm of Rouli, and the people here are naturally Rouli people.” The man in Chinese clothes said, “My name is Goron. I have already taken a fancy to this boy and want to accept him as a disciple.”

“You want to accept him as a disciple?”

Goron nodded: “He has good roots and talent, and is a good material for spiritual practice.”

“You have a good vision,” Lu Zhou said.

At this time, A Dong who stood at the entrance of the village said: “My lord, these are all Dayan people! Get rid of them!”

The people of Guluo Village had seen Goron’s cultivation base, but Goronn ignored the people of Guluo Village.

Instead, he looked at Lu Zhou and the others and said, “This boy, I want to take it away.”

“It depends on whether you have this ability.”

“What do you mean?” Goron asked.

Goron wanted to do it, but felt that the practitioners behind the old man were all exuding a mysterious aura.

Unfathomable!

The villagers in Guluo Village don’t know what cultivation level these people are, and they just watch the excitement with great interest.

Lu Zhou ignored the people, the old big hand produced a faint vitality energy at this time, the vitality entered into Zhenghai’s body, detecting his Dantian Qihai.

This is a practitioner!

Intuition tells Yu Zhenghai that he is saved.

…

Lu Zhou looked at the boy Yu Zhenghai, pointed his beard at the village of Guluo, and the man in the Chinese clothes said, “Do you want to defeat them?”

Yu Zhenghai nodded blankly.

At a loss, he didn’t know what Lu Zhou was going to do. Nodded because he wanted to defeat this group more than anyone, and even defeated the word, which was too light to change to “kill”.

“Yes.” The boy Yu Zhenghai responded.

“good.”

Lu Zhou said calmly, “Your own business, do it yourself. The old man tells you how to kill, are you willing?”

The boy Yu Zhenghai nodded: “Yes.”

“There are a lot of people in this world who want to learn the methods of the old man…If you want to learn, then you have to follow the old man as a teacher, are you willing?”

The disciples of Motian Pavilion who didn’t know the truth were taken aback.

What happened to the pavilion master today? Suddenly accepting a teenager as a disciple? Why?

The boy Yu Zhenghai met Lu Zhou’s gaze.

One is old and one is young, with eyes facing each other.

Three hundred years ago… Lu Zhou never asked that.

Three hundred years later, Lu Zhou fulfilled Yu Zhenghai’s wish for Ji Tiandao.

Perhaps it was the vague sense of familiarity that caused Yu Zhenghai to feel that the old man in front of him had an inexplicable feeling… and the eagerness to leave the dangerous place made Yu Zhenghai lean towards Luzhou.

The young boy Yu Zhenghai hesitated… because Yu Shangrong once said that he had a better master, and that master was waiting for him in Dayan.

“But… I, I already have a master,” said the young boy Yu Zhenghai.

This statement came out.

Several villagers in Guluo village laughed.

A Dong grinned and said, “Useless waste…Ahai, you have a master like this? You can’t even beat me!”

“It takes a long time to move everything. The adults said that you are talented and rooted, and you still slap your nose on your face!”

“You can’t beat the two wolfhounds in Guluo Village!”

…

Lu Zhou said warmly: “It doesn’t matter, if you can defeat them, the old man will lead you to find a teacher.”

Anyway, it was the old man who was looking for.

The young boy Yu Zhenghai was overjoyed, no longer hesitating, and knelt down.

Three beeps in a row.

Every head sank into the mud, and the forehead was also covered with mud.

Everyone was puzzled.

Only Si Wuya could not restrain his emotions…complex thoughts, full of emotions.

A Dong from the Rouli village of Guluo smiled again: “Just him? He can beat me, I cut off my head!”

Luzhou ignored the Guluo villagers.

He looked at the rising boy Yu Zhenghai, and put his big hand on his shoulder: “Your own business, do it yourself, solve your own knots.”

“Yes, Master.”

Lu Zhou looked at Yu Zhenghai, but stretched his hand to the side and said, “Bring the knife.”

“Huh?” Pan Zhong was puzzled.

Si Wuya waved his sleeve down.

Pan Zhong walked up quickly and put the Jasper Knife in his arms in Lu Zhou’s hands.

Lu Zhou said: “Since you have followed the old man as your teacher, the old man will give you this knife and take it well.”

The young boy Yu Zhenghai was completely in a state of bewilderment.

When the big knife was placed between his palms.

The palms touched the blade, and it was cold into the bones.

Another strong sense of familiarity came into his mind… The knife was like a part of his body, making him tremble.

He didn’t understand why this happened!

He looked at the knife with surprise, his thoughts were indescribable.

Lu Zhou turned his hand.

A wooden stick fell into the palm of his hand.

“The old man now learns to sell, and teaches you a set of swordsmanship.” Lu Zhou said slowly.

Those Guluo villagers laughed more happily.

Yu Zhenghai nodded: “Yeah.”

“Listen.”

Lu Zhou turned back and stepped into the middle of the open space, “This sword technique starts from the accumulation of a thousand blades and knows the momentum, between moving the fingers——”

He danced in place, from left to right.

The wooden stick turns back and forth in the palm of the hand.

The action is coherent and neat…

The crowd watched in awe as the elderly man taught one of the most powerful sword techniques in the world, staring at his every move intently.

The boy Yu Zhenghai was so startled that he couldn’t close his mouth:

The knife is a familiar knife, and the knife is a familiar knife.

Melted into the blood, carved into the soul, never dared to forget.

The young boy Yu Zhenghai instinctively followed and waved the jade knife in his hand.

Lu Zhou showed a satisfied look and continued to wave the stick:

“The wind is silent, the air is like still water, the light is without shadow, and the knife has no trace—”

The villagers in Guluo Village felt that the old head was neurotic as they watched.

Probably not feeling the fluctuation of vitality, and the appearance of purely dancing the sword is actually a bit funny and boring.

Even Goron, the Rouli, who is also a practitioner, couldn’t understand it.

What is this old man doing?

Teach a boy you just met on the spot?

“Hainan Baichuan!”

Lu Zhou speeded up, leaning forward, the wooden stick suddenly poked at a tree in front of him.

boom!

The branches pass through the tree, leaving a hollow hole.

Everyone suddenly opened their eyes.

“All at once.”

Lu Zhou’s toes were a little bit, and his faint vitality was released.

From the dantian qi sea, into the eight meridians of the odd meridian, into the arms and wrists, to the palms.

Every action is as detailed and slow as possible.

The vitality was vented and jumped into the air.

The stick throws–

“Yes, Da Xuan Tian Zhang.”

The wooden stick burst out a dense cluster of small windmill-like starburst knives, spinning down.

Bang bang bang!

All the trees within tens of meters around were cut off by Xuantian Starlight!

The wind stopped and the “knife” fell.

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