Chapter 633 Would You Like to Worship the Old Man as a Teacher?

The man in Chinese clothing ignored the anger of the villagers, walked to Ah Hai with a cold look, and asked, "I can give you a chance to stand up again, are you willing to come with me?"

Ah Hai raised his eyes and met the man in Chinese clothes.

He didn't answer.

The man in Chinese clothes continued: "I can give you the identity of Ruli, and the villagers of Guluo Village will not embarrass you anymore... eh? Are you really willing to be a slave for life here?"

"Bah!" Ah Hai spat.

The man in Chinese clothing was not angry, but shook his head and said, "I'll ask you one last time, are you really not going with me?"

A murderous look flashed in his eyes.

Just then.

Ow—

A strange cry came from the west of Guluo Village.

The villagers who make a living by hunting look at the sound.

"Ferocious beast?!"

"My lord...is a beast!"

The man in Chinese clothes said strangely: "The terrain here is remote and separated by a thousand zhang abyss, how can there be beasts?"

At this time, they saw a low-lying place in the west, a majestic beast shaped like a tiger, staring at everyone with burning eyes.

In its mouth, it held a muddy scabbard.

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

Lu Zhou, an old and immortal, walked in the forefront with his hands behind his back.

The others followed closely behind, unhurriedly, following the beast and walking forward.

The fierce beast took the scabbard and flew forward.

Not fast, just a little faster than walking.

The sunset passed through the woods and fell on everyone.

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

Lu Zhou stopped in his footsteps... His eyes passed over the people in Guluo Village, over the man in Chinese clothes, over the two big wolf dogs, over the sticks in the hands of the people in Guluo Village, and finally fell on the ground curled up, holding The head boy is on Zhenghai.

It is understandable that other people and apprentices do not know this "young Yu Zhenghai".

But as a master, Lu Zhou, how could he 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 over the people of Guluo Village.

With his current cultivation, he could easily destroy the entire village and vent his anger for his apprentice, but he did not do so.

For many things, there are better ways to solve them.

The master didn't speak...the others kept quiet.

Lu Zhou came to Yu Zhenghai. Seeing his blank expression, he knew something, and asked warmly, "What's your name?"

More than three hundred years ago, he also asked the same question.

Ask now.

Just to bring back his memory?

The young man Yu Zhenghai looked around blankly and replied, "Ah, Ahai..."

Lu Zhou's eyes fell, and he stretched out his old and strong hand.

Under the eyes, among the jungle.

Everyone was at a loss, not knowing why.

...

...

Everyone in Motian Pavilion was even more at a loss, not knowing why Master had such an attitude towards a strange young man.

Si Wuya had spent quite some time getting along with his senior brother day and night. When his eyes fell on the young man Ah Hai, his eyes seemed to be pierced by needles, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Even if the clothes stand full of dirt.

Nobody moved.

With the master there, everything is enough.

Lu Zhou always kept his big hand outstretched.

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

Life alternates, the world is endless.

Among all beings, they are reborn in samsara.

The reincarnation of the three worlds is hard to find in a hundred years, the stars are moving, the past is empty?

Yu Zhenghai raised his hand tremblingly.

Seeing that he was at a loss, Lu Zhou showed a faint smile, and his big hand moved forward, grabbed his palm, and pulled him up.

When he touched it, in Zhenghai's blank mind, a few blurry pictures flashed across... Suddenly his mind buzzed!

A mess.

The vague figure, inexplicable familiarity invaded.

This old gentleman... who is it? ! !

…

"Hold on."

The man in Chinese clothes spoke up.

Lu Zhou glanced at him and said indifferently, "A gentleman?"

"This is the realm of Ruili, and the people here are naturally Ruili people." The man in Chinese clothing said, "My name is Gelong. I have already taken a fancy to this young man and want to accept him as a disciple."

"You want to take him as a disciple?"

Gelong nodded: "His roots are good, his talent is good, and he is a good material for cultivation."

"Your vision is also good." Lu Zhou said.

At this time, A Dong, who was standing at the entrance of the village, said, "Sir, these are all people from Great Yan! Get rid of them!"

The people of Guluo Village had seen the cultivation base of Goron, but Gelong ignored the people of Guluo Village.

Instead, he looked at Lu Zhou and the others and said, "I want to take this boy away."

"It depends on whether you have the ability or not."

"What do you mean?" Goron asked.

Golong wanted to do it, but he felt that the practitioners behind the old man exuded a mysterious and unpredictable aura.

Unfathomable!

The villagers of Guluo Village didn't know what kind of cultivation these people were, they just watched with great interest.

Lu Zhou ignored the crowd. At this moment, the old big hand generated a faint energy of vitality. The vitality entered Yu Zhenghai's body and detected his dantian qi sea.

This is a practitioner!

Intuition told Yu Zhenghai that he was saved.

...

Lu Zhou looked at the young man Yu Zhenghai, and pointed at Guluo Village and the man in Chinese clothes, "Do you want to defeat them?"

Yu Zhenghai nodded blankly.

Dazedly, he didn't know what Lu Zhou was going to do. Nodding because he wants to defeat this group of people more than anyone else, and even the word defeat is too light, and it is not too much to change it to "kill".

"Think." The young man Yu Zhenghai responded.

"it is good."

Lu Zhou said indifferently, "Do your own business. Do you want this old man to teach you how to kill?"

The young man Yu Zhenghai nodded: "Yes."

"There are many people in this world who want to learn the old man's methods... If you want to learn, then you have to take the old man as a teacher, are you willing?"

The disciples of Motian Pavilion who did not know the truth were taken aback.

What happened to the pavilion today? Suddenly want to accept a teenager as a disciple? Why?

The young man Yu Zhenghai met Lu Zhou's gaze.

One old and one young, looking at each other.

Three hundred years ago... Luzhou never asked that.

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

Perhaps due to the vague familiarity, Yu Zhenghai felt that the old man in front of him had an inexplicable feeling... Coupled with the eagerness to leave the dangerous place, Yu Zhenghai leaned towards Luzhou in his heart.

The young man Yu Zhenghai was a little hesitant...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 man Yu Zhenghai.

This statement came out.

Several villagers in Guluo Village laughed.

A Dong laughed and said: "Useless trash... A Hai, just you have a master? You can't even beat me!"

"It takes a long time to move something. The adults said that you are talented, and you even slapped your nose on your face!"

"You can't beat the two wolf dogs in Guluo Village!"

...

Lu Zhou said warmly, "It doesn't matter, if you can defeat them, this old man will take you to find a teacher."

Anyway, looking for the old man.

The young man Yu Zhenghai was overjoyed, no longer hesitated, and knelt down.

Three heads in a row.

Every head sank into the mud, and the forehead was also full of mud.

People were puzzled.

Only Si Wuya couldn't hold back his emotions...he was complicated and full of emotions.

A Dong, a Jouri from Guluo Village, laughed again: "Just him? If he can beat me, I'll cut off my head!"

Luzhou ignored the people of Guluo Village.

He looked at Yu Zhenghai, the young man who got up, and put his big hand on his shoulder: "Do your own business, and solve your own problems."

"Yes, Master."

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

"Ah?" Pan Zhong wondered.

Si Wuya waved his sleeves.

Pan Zhong hurried up and put the Jasper knife in Lu Zhou's hands.

Lu Zhou said, "Since you worship the old man as a teacher, the old man will give you this knife, take it well."

The young man Yu Zhenghai was completely in a state of confusion.

When the big knife was placed between his palms.

His palms touched the blade, cold to the bone.

Another strong sense of familiarity struck his mind... The knife seemed to be a part of his body, making him tremble.

He didn't understand why this happened!

He looked at the knife in amazement, and his thoughts were so indescribable that it was indescribable.

Lu Zhou turned his palms.

A stick fell into the palm of his hand.

"The old man will learn and sell now, and teach you a set of swordsmanship." Lu Zhou said slowly.

The Guro villagers laughed even more cheerfully.

Yu Zhenghai nodded: "Yes."

"Listen."

Lu Zhou turned back and stepped into the middle of the open space, "This sword technique starts with storing a thousand blades and knowing the potential, and moving your fingers—"

He danced in place, flickering left and right.

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

The action is coherent and clean...

Everyone watched in awe as the elderly man taught one of the most powerful sword techniques in the world, and stared intently at his every move.

The young man Yu Zhenghai was so shocked that he couldn't shut his mouth:

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

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

The young man Yu Zhenghai instinctively waved the jasper knife in his hand.

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

"The wind is silent, the air is like still water, the light has no shadow, the sharp knife has no trace—"

The villagers of Guluo Village felt that the old head was insane as they looked at it.

Probably because he didn't feel the fluctuations of his vitality, the appearance of simply dancing the sword was a bit funny and boring.

Even Gelong, a Jouri who was also a practitioner, couldn't understand it.

What is this old man doing?

Teaching a young man you just met on the spot?

"Hainan Baichuan!"

Lu Zhou increased his speed and leaned forward. The stick suddenly poked at a tree in front of him.

boom!

Branches pass through the tree, leaving a hollow hole.

Everyone suddenly opened their eyes.

"All right."

Lu Zhou tapped his toes and released a touch of vitality.

From the sea of ​​qi in the dantian, enter the eight extraordinary meridians, enter the arm and wrist, and reach the palm.

Every movement is as detailed and slow as possible.

Vitality vented and jumped into the air.

The stick is thrown--

"That's right, Daxuan Tianzhang."

The wooden stick burst out with a dense number of small pinwheel-like star daggers, which spun down and fell.

Bang bang bang!

All the trees within a range of dozens of meters were cut off by Xuantian Xingguang!

The wind stopped, and the "knife" fell.

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