Devil’s Advent

"People died?"

Zheng Fan wanted to reach out and pull his hair violently at this moment, which was a common action he used to create comic card plots in the past.

The big guy has been busy all day, ambushing, murdering, and running a marathon, but the person who was rescued was stunned to death?

Funny?

"Let me see."

Blind Bei took a step forward and got into the carriage.

Zheng Fan also went up together, and the rest could only stand by the carriage and watch.

Inside the carriage, the blind man put his hand on Ding Hao's wrist, closed his eyes, and looked serious.

"How's the pulse?" Zheng Fan asked.

Blind Bei sighed, his expression became more serious.

"What's the matter?"

"My lord."

"Um?"

"I'm a psychiatrist."

"..." Zheng Fan.

Blind Bei shook his head and said, "I guess it's over, the pulse and breathing are gone."

"This person, just died like this?"

"Yes."

Zheng Fan couldn't laugh or cry, let out a long breath, and said:

"Okay, then bury this guy."

"If you bury it, it will be wasted. Aren't there flowers growing in the flower garden in the backyard all the time? Cut them up and ferment them to make fertilizer. The guys who died in the yard before were also treated like this."

Zheng Fan was stunned for a moment,

He really often feels out of place with this group of men because he is not perverted enough.

But since it was Blind Bei's suggestion, Zheng Fan could only suppress the discomfort in his heart, nodded and said:

"Okay, let's do it."

As soon as the voice fell,

Ding Hao's eyes opened.

"This... this guy is awake, not dead!"

Zheng Fan pointed at Ding Hao's face and said in shock.

Blind Bei didn't seem to be surprised at all, but had a clear head and had time to flatter:

"As expected of the master's teacher, after being contaminated with the master's luck, it is natural for an auspicious person to have his own appearance."

Zheng Fan instinctively felt that something was wrong, but Blind Bei immediately continued:

"My lord, after all, we are worshiping people as teachers. Some necessary etiquette and treatment still need to be negotiated. Please leave this matter to me, my lord. I promise that tomorrow, my lord can start real cultivation."

In this world, truly cultivate!

Zheng Fan nodded, knowing in his heart that this guy was playing dead before, but he believed in Blind Bei's ability, so he obediently got out of the car first.

However, he still ordered:

"Talk it nicely and try not to be rough."

Blind Bei nodded in agreement.

After waiting that only blind Bei and Ding Hao were left in the carriage,

Blind Bei looked at Ding Hao with empty sockets,

Slowly said:

"Your breathing skills are good,

Okay, next, let's have a good chat. "

……………

The houses of the ancients paid attention to how many times they came in and how many times they went out, but it was different from the courtyard houses of later generations. In addition, the "New Inn" is now composed of two houses put together one behind the other, so even though there are already many servants and girls living there, But the unused area is still very large.

Blind Bei found an empty room and asked Fan Li to put Ding Hao on a chair, while he himself moved a chair and sat opposite Ding Hao.

Si Niang also came, and she naturally knew that this kind of negotiation method might not be so civilized, so she prepared to watch from the sidelines, and there might be a chance to make a move of her own.

Si Niang, who used to run countless brothels, is actually best at using torture.

She once created a set of punishments of her own, which is to manipulate an embroidery thread to swim and wriggle in your body, and then slowly start to invade your brain when you clearly perceive it.

No matter which brain is up or down, it is extremely terrifying.

"Blind man, if you need my help, just say it."

Si Niang continued to weave the thing in her hand. It was a scarf. Originally, she wanted to weave a hat, but she thought that the Lord would go to work in the Yamen in a few days, and there should be military uniforms and armors distributed by then, so It became a scarf.

Blind Bei shook his head, pointed at Ding Hao in front of him, and said:

"This is the Lord's teacher, we must respect him."

"Yo, you still plan to convince people with reasoning?"

"Isn't that right? I don't know why. Since I became blind, I have become more and more fond of reasoning with people, and my anger has not been so strong."

Ding Hao just leaned on the chair like this, keeping his balance with his arms behind his head. He didn't say anything, as if I was just quietly watching you and pretending to be aggressive.

Finally, Blind Bei started talking about business.

"Let me introduce myself first. As you can see, I am a blind man, a useless person. Fortunately, the master did not give up and gave me a bite of food. You can call me blind. If you want to be more polite, you can call me Mr. Bei .

Sigh, you and I are both cripples, your tendons were cut off, and I am blind. I think we are all degenerates in the world, so we should be able to feel that kind of sympathy, right? "

"Wonder?"

Ding Hao stared at Blind Bei carefully, as if he wanted to confirm whether the other party was joking.

To know,

Not long ago,

It was the blind man in front of him who called himself a "disabled man" who, in front of him, used the erhu string to smash the head of the assassin who killed Wang Li.

"As for us, we are a very friendly group, we have been committed to world peace and development, and we are a moderate organization.

The purpose of our organization is love and peace, no war, no killing, no harm. "

Blind Bei talked nonsense seriously,

Then clasped his hands together and arched his hands upwards,

"Our master, he has always wanted to be a warrior, he has always had a dream of being a knight, fighting violence and keeping the good, fighting for justice.

Therefore, please come here because you want to be our master, to be a teacher, and to teach him the method of martial artist cultivation. "

Ding Hao automatically blocked the previous paragraph in his mind, but the latter paragraph made Ding Hao narrow his eyes and immediately smiled:

"You guys want me, a useless person, to teach the person behind you how to practice martial arts?"

"yes."

Blind Bei nodded seriously.

Immediately, a strong disappointment appeared on Ding Hao's face, he pursed his lips, and murmured:

"Hehe, I thought you were sent by the imperial court."

"Right now, we're not."

Blind Bei answered like this.

"Oh?" Ding Hao continued to ask with some doubts: "Are you from the imperial court?"

"Well, you can understand it this way, because our master will go to the Hutou City Yamen to take up his post in two days. He is a school lieutenant."

Colonel, this official title is a general title, because of the chaos of the official system in Yan State, basically, anyone who has broken away from the level of a small soldier and centurion can be called a colonel.

Of course, here, Blind North actually means that we can also be called the imperial court in the future.

"Since you are a member of the court, why do you dare to do such a thing?"

"I think these are trivial questions. If the court finds out, of course the court can ask, but you shouldn't ask this question."

"Why?"

"Because if we don't take action, you are dead, and it is impossible to sit in front of me and ask this question."

"Too."

"Let's talk about the remuneration. As long as you can teach our master how to practice martial arts, during the time you are a teacher, we will ensure your safety, as well as good clothes and fine food and special staff to serve you. In addition, the salary and remuneration will also... ……”

Ding Hao suddenly interrupted the blind man Bei, saying:

"I said, I agree to be the teacher of your...that master?"

Siniang put down the knitted fabric in her hand and took two steps forward.

Blind Bei raised his hand to block Siniang.

"Why, are you going to execute me?"

A disdainful smile appeared on Ding Hao's face.

He was a military officer, killed his boss's family, was a horse bandit, and was tortured after being captured by the Zhenbei Army. It can be said that he has never seen any storms?

Of course, he used the Turtle Breathing Technique to pretend to be dead before, thinking about whether he could escape by fishing in troubled waters.

But right now, it's not that he is extremely persistent and unwilling to teach, but this matter is just like doing business, you ask for a price, I bargain, everyone can have a good chat.

Even if his life is in the hands of others now, Ding Hao doesn't care at all, because he already has a dead life, and there is nothing he can't bear to part with.

"Yo yo yo, I have seen too much of the kind of guy who is a hero before being executed and who is a bear after being executed. You let..."

"Si Niang, as I said, this is the master's teacher."

Siniang showed a sullen look on her face, but she still took a step back.

"Since he is the Lord's teacher, we must respect him. After all, in the future, the Lord will need to learn the way of a warrior from him."

"But he…………"

Blind Bei raised his voice a bit, and continued to scold:

"Besides, the Lord has also taught us to convince others with virtue and have a good talk with him."

Siniang glanced at the blind man Bei, and simply retreated to where she was standing before, and picked up her sewing again.

Blind Bei turned his head, and continued to stare at Ding Hao with his empty eye sockets,

smiled gently,

road:

"Next, let's have a good talk."

"It's okay to talk, but you must meet my three conditions..."

Blind Bei suddenly turned sideways,

Ignoring Ding Hao's words,

Shouted to Si Niang who was standing behind her:

"By the way, Si Niang, the wife of Wang Li, the lieutenant of Tianxun City, gave me a penny short of a fortune by fortune telling. Now go and kill his whole family."

"..." Ding Hao.

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This is the third chapter today, um, because there can't be too many explosions in the new book issue, but Long still strives to keep the chapters from getting stuck, so let's continue the plot of the previous chapter.

After it hits the shelves on December 1st, I will work hard to break out. This book, the dragon is no longer a salted fish.

Don't panic,

Hold on to the dragon!