Chapter 17 Sect disciples come!
The eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
But when he heard the sound that came and went, he still managed to open his eyes, only to see the shadowy figures in front of him...
Then he felt someone lifting him up, and his vision gradually became clearer. stand up.
"Li, Li Zhi... ahem... Deacon?"
Wang Yan was surprised to see Deacon Li standing beside his bed, his thick arms supporting him effortlessly on the bed.
What surprised him even more was that Deacon Li, who usually had eyes on the top of his head, now looked timid and extremely flattering.
He stood in the gap between the bed and the table, bowed down with great respect, grabbed his arm and dragged him to the ground:
"Quick! Salute to the Immortal!"
Immortal? !
Sect disciple? !
Came to your door? !
Wang Yan was so excited!
The lethargy caused by a serious illness disappeared instantly!
It was too late and he didn't even dare to look in the direction where Deacon Li was bending.
He quickly followed Deacon Li's instructions and got out of bed and knelt down.
Then I heard a somewhat familiar voice from Qingyue, saying in disappointment:
"Okay, it shouldn't be that he's so sick." "
That bastard that night was much taller than him, he looked good, and he was wearing a purple suit. "Pao, I mistakenly thought he was a sect brother, so he..."
Another respectful voice sounded: "...Yes, how about we go to another place..."
"Okay, Mei Zhi... "
The sound gradually faded away until Wang Ba couldn't hear it.
Only then did he feel that Deacon Li's tight grip on him suddenly relaxed.
"Huh..."
Deacon Li sat down on the bed that was covered with dirt and smell.
Wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He also grabbed Wang Yan who almost fell down.
Wang Ba took advantage of his strength and sat on the edge of the bed. Through the window lattice, he saw two figures, one green and one white, disappearing at the entrance of the villa.
The green one, as expected, must be Deacon Mei who is in charge of the handyman.
And the white one was naturally the outer disciple of the sect who was pointed in the wrong direction by Wang Hao.
This mentality... is too small!
Can such a person become an immortal?
Wang Ba was speechless.
I just pointed in the wrong direction, is there any need to hold a grudge until now?
He even did not hesitate to waste precious practice time and come in person.
Is this a good deal?
Not sure if he sensed what Wang Ba was thinking, Deacon Li lowered his voice and said quietly:
"Although this person is still an outer sect, he is already a direct disciple of the elder of the inner sect." "I
heard that I haven't eaten since I was a child . Unfortunately, two nights ago, I heard that I was going to the Shanggong Room to receive a mission with a lot of rewards, but I was deceived by a handyman. I went the wrong way and missed the mission." "He was so angry that he went to the servants
. The prison guard beat up Mei Feng, who was in charge of tens of thousands of servants. He was whipped in public. He was humiliated, but he still had to smile..." "Hey!
Linggen No, he's just an ant after all!"
"That handyman, tsk, he's awesome."
Deacon Li shook his head, a look of complexity, resentment and sigh flashed across his face.
This is a side that Wang Yan has never seen in the always slippery Deacon Li.
Or maybe the slickness is just a cover-up, this is what he really looks like.
Wang Yan couldn't help but opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end no words came out.
He was worried that the sect disciple hadn't gone far yet.
Deacon Li seemed to have seen through the doubts in his heart, and suddenly sneered:
"You are cautious, but I think you don't want to just be a handyman raising chickens, right?"
"Ahem... Deacon Li... Hey, I just want a place to stay..."
Wang Hao coughed and said quickly.
"Oh, if you just want to settle down, then why come here for a deceptive book called "Physical Strengthening Sutra"."
Deacon Li exposed it mercilessly, but his narrow eyes seemed to have the power to see through people's hearts.
"The deceptive... "Strength Body Sutra"?"
Wang Yan couldn't help but asked doubtfully.
"A technique for mortals to practice, but it takes thousands of years to master, isn't it a trap?"
Deacon Li asked rhetorically.
This immediately left Wang Yan speechless.
Because what Deacon Li said is indeed correct, unless they are geniuses, most people who want to rely on the "Strength Body Sutra" to cultivate their spiritual roots and become sect disciples may need to be reincarnated hundreds of times.
This naturally includes Wang Yan before there was a panel.
Deacon Li stood up, walked to the door, looked at the mountains in the distance with his hands behind his hands, and sighed quietly:
"Who among us doesn't want to one day be able to eat the wind and drink the dew, facing the North Sea and watching the sunset..." "
Sigh" In the sect, how many servants stayed in the sect because of this extravagant hope, working as cows and horses all their lives, but in the end they became nothing more than dirt!" "I joined the sect at the age of eighteen, but now my ambition has not been fulfilled, but my flesh has been reborn
... ..."
"Strength Body Sutra, you misunderstood me!"
Wang Hao was slightly shocked.
Just listen to the talk about the rejuvenation of thigh fat. After all, with Deacon Li’s tall and fat figure, he would probably not be able to notice the growth of several kilograms of fat on his thighs.
The key is, this Deacon Li has always been slippery and fickle, why did he suddenly reveal his true feelings in front of him?
Do you really regard him as one of your own, or...are you deceiving him?
After all, the disciples of the front leg sect had just left, and the rear leg came out like this, which Wang Yan couldn't help but think about.
Therefore, he just followed behind with a smile that said, "I can't quite understand, but I think what you said is great."
Seeing that Wang Yan still looked weak, timid, and not very smart, a trace of disappointment flashed across Deacon Li's face. He shook his head and said, "That's all, you should have a good rest!" When he walked to the door
,
Li The deacon paused and whispered to himself:
"Perhaps, if you have the opportunity to practice to the ninth level, you will know..."
Then he shook his head and walked away.
"What do you mean? The ninth level? Is it the ninth level of the Strengthening Body Sutra?"
Wang Yan watched Deacon Li leave with a somewhat uncertain look on his face.
He was a little confused about what Deacon Li said before leaving.
Could it be that there will be any special situation when the body strengthening meridian reaches the ninth level?
He inexplicably recalled that Mr. Sun from before seemed to have reached the ninth floor.
"Is it a coincidence, or..."
After thinking about it, there was too little information after all, so he had to keep this information in his heart.
I wanted to see the four spiritual chickens hidden in Mr. Sun's house.
But he really didn't dare, for fear that Deacon Li would try again.
Dragging his sick body with him, he managed to eat some leftovers.
Lao Hou, who delivered the chicken feed, kindly delivered the chicken feed.
Niu Yong, a man who did not fall in love with collecting chicken manure in the villa, shouted softly at the foot of the mountain and received no response. Then he climbed up to the villa. Seeing that Wang Ba was weak and sick, he specially cleaned up the chicken manure himself and stuffed twenty taels of silver with him. To Wang Ba.
Watching the 'honest' Niu Yong drive away in a donkey cart, Wang Ba's eyes showed a complicated look, and he had a deeper understanding of the reality of people in the sect.
If the "yellow-faced Taoist priest" hadn't appeared the day before yesterday, how could Niu Yong be so attentive today?
The warmth and coldness of human relationships are just for the benefit.
Three days later.
After he recovered a little, he squatted in front of the chicken coop, his eyes beaming with joy.
The egg laid by the rare chicken that was favored by the male spiritual chicken finally hatched!
(End of chapter)