On the ruined dock, the sound traveled far away and could be heard by everyone.
Mr. Mo?
Mo?
Who is that ?
Everyone was stunned, even the nobleman who was only concerned about escaping couldn't help but look towards Haimen.
In the current Haimen, is there anyone that the Taoist master Changsheng is afraid of?
That’s right!
It's just fear!
Everyone present could feel the fear, which made everyone curious.
And this is the effect Goethe wanted.
Why does he have to perform a double act?
Of course it’s for a win-win situation.
He, Goethe, won twice.
Ten years later, the Taoist Master Changsheng returned with his supernatural powers. When he was dominating Haimen, there was one person that the Taoist Master Changsheng was afraid of. In fact, it was because of this person that Haimen was not destroyed.
Then, this person will definitely attract attention from all parties!
Moreover, the stronger the Taoist Master Changsheng performs, the more respected he will be!
Different from the Taoist master of longevity who is hated by everyone, this master's stance is not that of a cult. Therefore, with just a little effort, he can obtain many things that he dare not even think of.
For example: [Bao Ka].
For example: the upper limit of the secret realm in front of you.
Another example: the 'Sword Immortal' treasure.
As for things like [Treasure Cards], Goethe believes the more the better.
He now has a lot of ideas, all of which require huge vitality to support.
Although he is an immortal, he cannot withstand the scrutiny that requires repeated experiments to verify.
The upper limit of the secret realm in front of him, or the upper limit of the strong people in the secret realm in front of him, has always been Goethe's concern.
According to the information he had gathered, the strongest one seemed to be the 'Sword Immortal' Li Qiubai, who was at least level six, stronger than the titled legend. However, there was one thing that Goethe still had doubts about.
This is the so-called "Sword Immortal" treasure.
'Sword Immortal' Li Qiubai broke through the void five years ago without anyone knowing, and left a treasure of his life to Huang Dangdang and her daughter.
At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this statement.
But it can't stand scrutiny.
First of all, according to Huang Dangdang, her unreliable father had nothing to say about her mother, and he really loved her, otherwise she would not have crossed the race and become another great hero after the grassroots hero, the undead knight and the unity of man and nature.
So under this premise, if Li Qiubai wants to break the void, doesn't he have to make arrangements for Huang Dangdang and her mother?
Apart from anything else, at least it should be safe, right?
But what is the reality?
Huang Dangdang and her mother were almost in danger of losing their lives.
Not to mention, the treasure of the "Sword Immortal" was forcibly placed in Haimen, a thousand miles away from Fengcheng.
No matter how Goethe looked at it, he felt that there was something fishy going on.
Maybe someone will say that the "Sword Immortal" Li Qiubai was in a hurry to break the void and had no time to take care of these things.
That's bullshit.
No matter how busy you are, can you still ignore your family?
Moreover, Goethe was not completely ignorant of the so-called Broken Void. He at least knew that when he reached the Broken Void, his heart would have a premonition.
It's not something that happens on a whim or all of a sudden.
But know it in advance.
There is enough time to prepare.
What’s the matter? Everyone in the world is the same, except for the ‘Sword Immortal’ Li Qiubai who is so arrogant. Not only does he dare to cross races, but he also needs a lot of effort to break the void?
Unrealistic.
So, Goethe kept it in mind.
Once we arrived in Haimen, the matter became even more bizarre.
Although Zhang Deshou was prepared to "divert the trouble" in order to protect himself, the matter of the treasure of "Sword Immortal" Li Qiubai was obviously known to more people - isn't this strange?
Who would leave something for their own child and let everyone on the street know about it?
I hope no one knows about it and only my own children know about it.
In case something happens in the future, at least you have something to protect yourself.
This doesn't make sense emotionally or logically.
Bureau?
trap?
The word popped directly into Goethe's mind.
Who set up this game?
Who set the trap?
have no idea.
I did some divination, but there was no result.
Goethe thought about it and fortunately, it became clear.
He just didn't believe that with the leader of the "Eternal Life Dao" interfering, the other party could still sit back and relax.
As long as he catches a hint, he will know everything clearly.
You will then understand whether the 'Sword Immortal' treasure is real or fake.
Really, everyone is happy.
He took the treasure and went on with his business.
Fake?
It's okay.
Goethe has already taken out an insurance policy for himself: the Taoist master of immortality.
Goethe did not believe that all those attracted by the Taoist master of immortality were kind and righteous people. There must be some with bad hearts and stomachs. Moreover, these people were generally wealthy.
Maybe he will bring more [Treasure Cards].
Not to mention anything else.
If the demons of the Changsheng Dao saw their leader showing such great power, wouldn't they rush to Haimen with gold, silver and treasures?
He, Goethe, the Taoist master of immortality, will reap the harvest when the time comes.
Of course, if a benevolent and righteous person insists that Mo Shengyi step forward, it is not impossible.
He, Mo Shengyi, was injured while trying to stop the Taoist Master Changsheng from destroying the entire Haimen, but he also got a hint of inspiration and needed more [Treasure Cards] to observe and learn from.
It means to observe and learn from others.
As long as someone frames him.
He, Mo Shengyi, is willing to give everything for the people of the world just by opening his mouth.
You arrogant person, please give me this [treasure card].
This is the basis for a win-win situation.
Cutting leeks?
This is not cutting leeks.
The street lights were dazzling, so Goethe liked to walk around them.
It was quiet all around.
The Taoist Master of Longevity seemed to be listening to something.
No one could see the face of Taoist Changsheng because of the mask, but everyone was sure that he was talking to that Young Friend Mo.
As for why they can't hear it?
Good job.
Look at what you can do.
What else do you want to hear?
In front of these two gentlemen, just smile while you are still alive.
According to the current time, it was more than two minutes later that the Taoist Master Changsheng spoke again.
"If you don't agree, there's no point in talking."
"Little friend Mo, take care of yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist Master Changsheng pulled Zhang Deshou up and disappeared in a gust of evil wind.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
When they looked at each other, they saw the relief of surviving the disaster on each other's faces.
Especially that noble man.
Huff, huff.
He was half squatting and half sitting there, breathing heavily.
Be scared.
He had never experienced such a thing since he was a child, and today he almost lost his life.
I will never dare to do that again.
wrong!
This is not my fault. It's all because the people below me didn't do their job properly and that's why this mistake happened.
If I had capable subordinates, would I be able to do this?
Thinking of this, the noble man spoke.
"Who is that Mr. Mo?"
"Your Highness, I am still unaware of this..."
"You rubbish! Go check it out now."
"Remember to be respectful."
This nobleman did not forget to remind that although he wanted to recruit him under his command, he had to have the right attitude, otherwise how could he be considered respectful to others?
By the way, it has to be written about in detail.
It would be best to cover up what happened today.
"Keep an eye on the second, third and my aunt."
The nobleman gave further instructions.
"Yes, Your Highness."
The people around immediately responded.
Outside Haimen, Goethe let Zhang Deshou go.
thump.
As soon as he put it down, the young master of the Zhang family knelt down.
"Master."
The young master of the Zhang family kowtowed three times, shouting as he respectfully handed over the five [treasure cards] of the previous Taoist master of the "Changsheng Dao" and the inherited classics of the "Changsheng Dao" to Goethe.
Goethe raised his hand and put these things into the ring.
At this point, the deal between the two was complete.
However, the young master of the Zhang family did not get up.
A flattering smile appeared on that handsome face.
“Master, you…”
"I am not your master."
Goethe knew what the young master of the Zhang family wanted to do, so he just waved his hand and disappeared.
As for the young master of the Zhang family telling others?
The other party signed the contract.
It is still a version of Goethe with added ingredients.
If the young master of the Zhang family dares to speak, he must dare to die.
Don't even mention saying it out loud, as long as you have such a thought in your heart, your intestines will be ripped apart and your brain will explode.
"Hey, Master."
"Why did you just leave like that?"
"Why did you abandon me?"
The young master of the Zhang family stretched out his voice, howling as if he was mourning.
I howled for a long time, but found that no one responded.
Goethe was not accustomed to him.
The young master of the Zhang family stood up helplessly and patted the dirt.
"Is it useless to write this in the book?"
Muttering to himself, the young master of the Zhang family took out a human skin mask from his sleeve, put it on his face, and turned into another person.
After taking two steps forward, his leg became lame.
After taking two more steps, the clothes on his body turned into rags.
After taking two more steps, he had a broken bowl and a stick in his hands.
He has to go back to Haimen.
Haimen is the safest place now with his cheap master around.
If he left Haimen, he would be caught back within three or two months.
Do you really think that the Imperial City Bureau is a vegetarian?
Those boats and arrangements at the dock really scared Zhang Deshou.
I had long given up the idea of ​​escaping from Haimen.
He really intended to stay with Goethe.
But Goethe refused to accept him.
Then he would go to Wang's herbal medicine store to beg for food.
If you chase me away, I will leave.
If you don't chase me away, I'll beg for food.
After a long time, there will be feelings.
Zhang Deshou had great dreams in his mind, so he took advantage of the chaos and returned to Haicheng with his limping leg.
Goethe was much faster than Zhang Deshou.
I didn't go to see Miss Wang and Huang Dangdang either.
These two aren't here either.
Probably, his attention was drawn by what happened at the dock.
Goethe took advantage of the quiet time.
He picked up the classic of the Way of Immortality and started reading it.
Now is the time when Goethe needs more secret techniques to enrich himself, whether it is to draw inferences from one instance to another or to have a bird's-eye view, in order to better deal with the troubles after returning, he will not disdain anything.
Just no longer use [Bloody Honor].
This sight made me a little fascinated.
Lunch is placed at the door.
The classic inheritance of "The Way of Immortality" is really something interesting, it is called: "The True Art of Immortality"!
The key is to first breathe in the wind and drink the dew, and then absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, so as to achieve the goal of not eating grains and fireworks of the world and ultimately achieving eternal life.
Goethe blinked at this.
If you don’t even eat, are you still a human being?
This immortal?
Isn’t that a bit too carefree?
Or is it that breathing wind and drinking dew is more delicious than delicious food?
Goethe immediately became interested.
However, there is no way to try.
Because this practice of breathing in the wind and drinking the dew requires the right time of the day. One can only breathe in the wind and drink the dew when the first ray of morning sun appears.
The next step to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon is at the midnight and noon points.
By absorbing wind and drinking dew, and accumulating them in thick layers, people who practice "The True Art of Longevity" will be able to manifest all kinds of miraculous powers. The first is naturally a greatly increased lifespan; the second is great physical fitness, especially long endurance; the third is easy recovery from injuries.
Once it is able to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, not only will it be strengthened again on the basis of the first three, but it will also have the ability to remove poison and drive away plague. Depending on one's talent, one can even drive a trace of sun fire and moon fire.
Sunfire is also the true fire of the sun. Once you get involved, the fight will continue until you die.
The moon fire is the true fire of Taiyin, which not only burns the body but also refines the mind.
However, this kind of talent is too rare. When Qingyuan Mountain was at its peak, only the first generation of the headmaster had this ability, and after that, there was no one at all, not to mention the decline of Changsheng Dao.
Not even one.
But even so, "The True Art of Immortality" is still an extraordinary thing.
But there is only one drawback: it is slow.
"The True Art of Immortality" is difficult to get started with and takes a long time to practice, but once mastered it is extremely miraculous and is more difficult than any other real art.
Simply put, ordinary people will never be able to get started in their lifetime.
Once you have gotten started, if you want to achieve the realm of 'inhaling wind and drinking dew', you have to practice hard for decades, polish yourself day by day, and be diligent month by month. Maybe you will be able to touch the edge of the second realm before you die.
Of course, most people say they died of old age.
"No wonder the Taoist master of the Way of Immortality is thinking of other methods."
“This is too exhausting.”
Goethe thought.
The leader of the 'Changsheng Dao' practiced the "Changsheng Zhengong" in the beginning and had made some progress, but the subsequent training was so exhausting that the other party saw no hope at all.
In the end, in order to avoid becoming a dead skeleton like his predecessors, he gave up the "Eternal Life Skill" and chose to practice the incomplete "Blood Nerve".
Just by looking at the name, you can tell that "Blood Nerve" is not a normal movie.
Goethe did not dislike it and picked it up and read it carefully.
"Blood Nerve" is different from "Eternal Life Skill". What it emphasizes is speed, and the required qualifications are not high. As long as you are ruthless and can endure the pain of skinning and bone pulling, you can peel off your own skin, refine magic needles with your own bones, and then roast them with magic fire for nine years, you can achieve some success.
Once it has achieved a small success, it can transform into a blood shadow at any time and fight against the enemy. Once the blood shadow appears, it will ignore fists and weapons and pounce on the enemy, devouring the flesh and blood to add to its ferocity.
Simply put, as long as you achieve a small level of success in nine years of practice, you will be able to ignore all physical attacks and become stronger in a simpler way.
The previous master of the Tao of Immortality was at this level.
Relying on the power of the "Blood Demon Sutra" to devour people and things, he quickly increased his strength.
But that was it. The Blood Demon Sutra was incomplete and lacked the key to the sequel. The Taoist master of the Tao of Immortality eventually died at the hands of two masters under the command of Beidou and Nandou of the Imperial City Division.
Goethe pondered over The Blood Nerve, finding some parts acceptable and others he ignored.
He is also good at blood and energy attacks.
It can be said to be the warrior's destiny.
If you can find the way, it means you have escaped from the cage and obtained a trump card.
When you focus, time flies.
When Goethe came to his senses again, it was already dark.
There was heavy breathing outside the door.
There are the eldest daughter of the Wang family, Huang Dangdang, Old Wang, the local shopkeeper Wang Changgui, and the naive boy Li Changhai.
Squeak.
Goethe opened the door.
Seeing Goethe standing in front of them in perfect condition, Miss Wang and Huang Dangdang both breathed a sigh of relief.
They all know what happened at the dock today .
They immediately determined that Mr. Mo was their Mr. Mo.
In addition, Goethe did not have lunch, which made the two worried whether Goethe was injured.
Now that they saw that Goethe was fine, they were finally relieved.
Huang Dangdang has a bit of a rustic air, and he smiles happily when he is relieved.
The eldest daughter of the Wang family was different. She was soft-hearted and couldn't help but ask.
"Mr. Mo, are you okay?"
"No big deal, just... a little hungry."
Goethe touched his belly.
I was so engrossed just now that I didn't even have lunch. I'm really hungry.
"Come on, let's go eat. Changgui has prepared some real delicious food for you. Let's go."
"Changhai, go drive."
"Okay."
Seeing that Goethe was fine, the originally dull little courtyard came alive again, as if its broken backbone had gathered together again.
A group of people were busy setting up the carriage and heading straight for the restaurant.
As soon as the carriage left, the lame Zhang Deshou arrived.
He looked at the herbal medicine shop and sat down against the wall with the bowl placed in front of him.
The bowls were just placed, ding-dong.
A dime appeared at the bottom of the bowl.
A man in police uniform and carrying a knife appeared in front of him.
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
The young master of the Zhang family thanked him repeatedly and kowtowed as he did so.
He is just a beggar now, not losing face.
Besides, since you are dressed up as a beggar, you have to act like one.
Otherwise, if someone gives you a dime as a reward, and you look cold and sneer, you will know there is something wrong at a glance.
"Little brother, I want to ask you something."
The visitor said.
"You ask."
Zhang Deshou said hurriedly.
The man said slowly -
"Where's my head?"