Girl, I’ll Teach You Cultivation

Jiang Xiu stood up from his seat, put his hands behind his back, and came to the dim place outside the gazebo. He looked at the starry sky, "Old Nie came to persuade me late at night, I understand what you mean, but you know Ji Wudao's horror, But I don’t understand what kind of existence the deity is.”

Looking at his back, Mr. Nie felt that Jiang Xiu at this moment seemed to merge with the heaven and the earth, as if he was about to devour everything. Although he was shocked in his heart, Mr. Nie still shook his head.

The second form of divine evolution is indeed remarkable. It's not that you, Jiang Luoxia, are not strong enough, you are already strong enough, it's just because the opponent you are facing is too strong, too strong.

Jiang Xiu said: "Since Mr. Nie thinks that Ji Wudao's cultivation is higher than mine, why do you visit late at night? Aren't you afraid that Ji Wudao will settle accounts with you afterwards?"

Old Nie said: "Because you are only twenty years old, you are the only demigod who has appeared in China since World War II."

Jiang Xiu laughed: "Old Nie cherishes talent?"

Mr. Nie said: "Xi Cai is on the one hand, on the other hand, Mr. Jiang is a rare commodity. The so-called rare commodity can live in, and the Nie family has no choice but to live in seclusion. If Mr. Jiang will do something in the future, please remember the kindness of running to tell each other tonight. "

Jiang Xiuxin said, this old man is straightforward, he likes such people, he hates those hypocrisy, who come here with a purpose, and pretend to be a saint who I only consider for you.

Jiang Xiu said, "I won't leave!"

Mr. Nie was a little anxious. The Nie family had been waiting for such a demigod for a long century: "Mr. Jiang, why bother, do you insist on fighting Ji Wudao for the sake of that so-called face?"

"This is just the work of a reckless man!"

Jiang Xiu was still calm, and said calmly: "Even if Ji Wudao is a god, he may not be able to win me."

Mr. Nie said: "Confidence is a good thing, but... that's all. Since Mr. Jiang is determined, then this old man will stop talking." After speaking, he stood up.

I thought in my heart, Huaguo has a history of 6,000 years, and I have truly become a god. I have talked to several people, and there are almost no written records to prove it. Only the gods can't blaspheme. , There is absolutely nothing to do with a real god.

"I bid farewell!"

He obviously didn't believe what Jiang Xiu said.

Walking out of Jiangfu, he couldn't help turning his head and staring deeply at this ancient garden full of historical charm. Hey, he let out a long sigh and shook his head helplessly, with disappointment lingering in his heart.

It's a pity for the Nie family, and it's even more a pity for Jiang Xiu.

Wang Xintong said worriedly: "Old Nie is known as the golden dragon Nie Yin. He learned all the masters of various schools when he was young, traveled all over the world, and has an extraordinary understanding of things. Even such a secret as Ji Wudao has been covered. What he knows, why not just listen to him and go abroad to avoid the limelight for the time being."

"The money is endless?"

"You're still so young, it won't be too late to come back for revenge after the Ji family leaves."

Wang Xintong said: "I will always be by your side."

Jiang Xiu chuckled: "If Mr. Nie's deduction is correct, Ji Wudao may be over five hundred years old."

Wang Xintong said: "Wouldn't that be better? I've already lived to be five hundred years old. I'm sure I won't live long. Maybe I can't say for sure just what happened in the past few years."

Jiang Xiu said: "The deer lived for 500 years and turned into a white deer, and then turned into a black deer for another 500 years. During the reign of Emperor Cheng of the Han Dynasty, people in Zhongshan got the black deer. When cooking, they regarded the bones as black. Immortal Fang said that the black deer was food. So, live to two thousand."

Wang Xintong looked confused.

Jiang Xiu said: "Five-hundred-year-old immortal, if Ji Wudao is really over five hundred years old, he will be the longest immortal in the world, and he can live for two thousand years. You want me to compare his lifespan with him?"

"ah?"

Wang Xintong's eyes widened in shock.

"Can live two thousand years?"

A dynasty is more than two hundred years old, and the history is not too short. If a person lives two thousand years, then he really is no different from a god.

No wonder they are called land gods.

"Then why do you still..."

Since Ji Wudao is so powerful, of course he has to try his best to avoid it, but why insist on it? The earth is so big that it’s not good to go anywhere, whether it’s anonymity or a change of appearance, it’s not easy for Ji Wudao to find him of.

Jiang Xiu smiled faintly, stood up, and walked to his room.

"In the south of the Yangtze River, the list of those who should be killed has been made, and Bodhi Gene is notified to do something. Since the Jiang family stepped on it, he must make him pay the due price."

Wang Xintong said, "Do you really want to kill them all?"

Her face turned blue and white for a while, and her heart trembled violently. The list in my mind has as many as a thousand people, involving more than 20 families, and these people are all the top dignitaries in the south of the Yangtze River.

If all these people were killed, she couldn't imagine what kind of turmoil would be caused in Jiangnan.

"kill!"

Jiang Xiu's tone cannot be doubted in the slightest.

Jiangnan, who was still silent in the night, didn't know that a murderous butcher knife was falling, and the full moon in the sky was blocked by a layer of dark clouds floating from nowhere.

"Um?"

It was raining, Cheng Lingsu, who was washing clothes by the pond, raised her head, the rain fell on her pretty face, and it became heavy in an instant, she quickly covered the top of her head with her hand, and ran towards the corridor at the far end.

"Why is it raining so well?"

Boom!

A flash of lightning flashed across the pitch-black night sky. In a villa area in Hangzhou, Jiangnan, more than a dozen ghostly shadows invaded silently, with blood spurting and heads rolling down.

In another manor in Hangzhou, there were heart-piercing screams. Accompanied by the screams, a person crawled out of the house with blood all over his body, and a ruthless butcher knife was inserted from the back.

Ninghai, Xianshan, and Jiangcheng were all shrouded in this heavy rain. The moment the thunder was lit up, the rolling water on the ground was mixed with bright red blood.

Who made the move can be speculated, but there is no evidence, but the reason why it happened, the imperial capital is well aware, Prince Ao's going to the south of the Yangtze River is high-profile enough, then Jiang Xiu will make it high-profile enough, you Jiang Yishan is awesome , to see if you can afford such consequences.

When this matter happened, there was chaos in the south of the Yangtze River, and Diaoyutai was bound to be furious!

Wang Xintong was thinking about Gu Dezhi. Before dawn, he made a phone call. Gu Dezhi was so frightened that he lost all sleep. If it wasn't for Wang Xintong's call, it would be unimaginable what would happen to Jiangnan when he woke up early tomorrow morning. In the second scene, he immediately called the military department to deal with the aftermath, and he must not let the corpse be exposed.

The next day, at dawn, the soldiers in raincoats finished their work, thanks to the heavy rain, otherwise, the pungent smell of blood could not be covered up.

The entire Jiang family, because Jiang Ao was killed, was filled with resentment, stayed up all night, and the whole family wailed, waiting for the body to arrive, ready to take one last look, and then take care of the funeral.

Ye Mi came over in a hurry: "Old man, something serious happened."

Mr. Jiang waved his hand: "Stop talking, my grandson's body will be delivered soon, I don't want to hear anything anymore..." Jiang Ao is his most important hope, and he wants to help him to the top, but in the end...

The most painful thing in the world is when a white-haired person sends a black-haired person.

Ye Mi said anxiously: "This matter is of great importance!"

The Jiang family on the side looked at Ye Mi in disgust. They didn't see where this place was, it was a mourning hall, and they didn't see that everyone was wearing sackcloth, and the women were about to faint from crying. Why are they so blind.

Ye Mi frowned and said: "The rich and powerful people in the south of the Yangtze River who waved the flag and shouted for pride, more than 20 families, nearly a thousand people, all of them were massacred at dawn today, and no one was spared."

Swish!

Mr. Jiang's lost eyes suddenly stared up, not to mention how terrifying that look was, and there was an unprecedented trace of panic in his eyes: "What are you talking about?"

The faces of the sons and sons-in-law beside him also changed drastically.

They know what consequences this will lead to.

Mr. Jiang couldn't believe it: "Say it again!"

"Grandpa, that Jiang Luo is too cruel..." Secretary Ye still feels chills all over his body, his hands and feet are cold, Jiangnan, Jiangnan collapsed, and it all started with the Jiang family director's "The Proud Prince" Jiangnan.

"Master!"

Mr. Jiang only felt a burst of prostration all over his body, his body shook, his eyes turned white, and he couldn't stand anymore and fell backwards.