Way of the Devil

"Can the teacher sit in the hall?" Zhang Shilong stepped forward and asked the man softly.

"In the presence, Master Zhang has not come for a long time, but it is a rare guest." The guy looked up and saw him, and he was also familiar with the laughter. Leaving the rag, they took the two into the shop interior.

In the inner room, an old man with almost all skinny bones was lying on the bed, holding a dry cigarette in his hand and slouching.

The old man looked at Zhang Shilong, and he was ready to get up again and lay back again.

"It’s a dragon, I thought it was." He groaned in his mouth and didn’t know what to say.

"The teacher thought that it was the ones who chased the money." The folks on the side were helpless.

Zhang Shilong is speechless.

"Dr. Zhang Shilong, see the teacher." He officially bowed to the old man.

"Nothing, Xiaolong, I’ve been a little tight at the moment. If you’re there, it’s convenient.” The old man groaned and didn’t finish the words.

Sure enough, Zhang Shilong quickly said: "The disciples also brought some magic gold tickets, but not much." He quickly took out a golden ticket from the arms and handed it over.

"Well, a little bit less." The old man took the gold ticket and was somewhat dissatisfied. "Say, what are you doing?"

At this time, he also looked at the road victory behind Zhang Shilong. It seems that he has only noticed the young man who followed.

"This is the case." Zhang Shilong sorted out the discourse. "My younger generation, because of carelessness, provoked the Yuan family in the Fucheng City and killed the deputy lord of the Tigers, Yuan Yinyu."

"Yuan Yinxuan? Tiger help?" The old man sank, "Generally trouble you will not come to me. So, I will give you an inquisition, this Yuan family, some trouble, there is a Yuan Chengdao who is bound to Lingzong The elders of the house, what is the relationship between Yuan and you who killed you?"

"It is his brother."

"The smoke in the hands of the old man has come down, put down the pipe and looked at the two people in front of him."

"This issue"

"The teacher thinks about it!" Zhang Shilong went to the ground. "My descendants, the legendary ancestral predecessor, the chosen disciple, he has a great future and cannot be dragged here."

"You go back first. I think about it. It is very tricky. Yuan Chengdao, when I used to drink, I saw it once and couldn’t see it." The old man shook his head and frowned. "Xiao Long, you don't care about this matter, just stay with me for a while, let your younger generation report the identity, first look at what the other party is reacting."

When Zhang Shilong heard it, he suddenly became stunned. The teacher’s words were very obvious. He could do nothing. It would be good to keep him. Lu Sheng is not thinking.

And from the teacher's words, he also heard that I am afraid that Yuan Chengdao would retaliate, even he is in danger.

"That's fine." Lu Sheng laughed, knowing that the old man was under the order, he did not delay, hugged his fist, "Zhang Lao will please you."

He was impatient with Zhang Shilong's treatment, but he was restrained by his feelings. Otherwise, with his temper, do you still need to avoid this taboo?

"You understand." The old man nodded and looked at Lu Sheng's gaze slightly.

"So, Zhang Lao, the predecessor, left his deceased." Lu Sheng once again clenched his fist, not waiting for Zhang Shilong to react, he turned and left the inner room, and took a few steps to get out of the store.

It can be seen that the person he killed has a strong background, and even the teacher of Elder Zhang Shilong is very difficult. Since people don't have the meaning of this help, he is too lazy to go over and ask people to post cold ass.

Out of the store, Lu Sheng accelerated to stroll around the street, and soon returned to the place where he had come in, and found several Qianyang sects who were defensive. Asked clearly the location of the service hall, and went straight to the destination.

The service hall is located in the middle of the Qianyang small town. It is a U-shaped courtyard. When Lu Sheng arrived, there were a lot of people at the entrance to the service hall. They looked at the dress and dressed in various styles. Obviously, they were not local disciples. It is estimated that most of them are like his own, and they are the disciples who came to the field to join the ancestors.

When Lu Sheng’s eyes were swept away, he immediately saw a small group of people in the crowd. He was dressed in the same way as Qiuyuejun. He knew that it was a place to come out, and he was also moving toward the group.

"Come on?" A young man with a thin body smiled and greeted Lu Sheng.

"It’s only today." Lu Sheng nodded. "What are you doing? What are you doing outside the service hall?"

"Testing qualifications, five five in, plus submitting tasks, are you from Yegen County?" The man guessed.

"No, I am in Qiuyue County." Lu Sheng shook his head.

"Isn't the autumn moon yet?" The man smiled. "Know, my name is Chen Jintian, and the question is nine. But it is not a newcomer. Brother, you just arrived here, is it not something you can't touch? Do you want to be a guide? This thousand Yangzong size affairs, I am not familiar with it." He smiled and skillfully touched a map-like thing from his sleeve.

"This is a map of the work, marking all the places in the city that need attention, where are our activities safe, where are likely to encounter troubles and conflicts, and which places are dangerous. What's on top, how? Do you want a copy? ? Just a magic gold."

Lu Sheng suddenly disappeared, he said that this person has nothing to take the initiative to come and say hello what to do, it is to do this intermediate business.

"I thought it was wanted, but I was ashamed." He smiled.

"That doesn't matter." Chen Jintian waved his hand. "I am waiting for the provincial-level Zongmen disciples. All of them are elite figures. All of them come to study, which is not the local leader. It is no problem to earn some magic money."

"This is also true." Lu Sheng nodded.

"Speaking of this, there are not many people who have rushed out of the spurs of the squad, and they have a few. It is no more than the previous one." Chen Jintian was half-sentimental.

Lu Sheng looked forward and lined up with more than a dozen people, and moved forward to the next rank. "Chen Xiu Xiu is a good person, why would he be willing to make a special trip to do this business?" He did not understand.

Chen Jintian heard the words, but also smiled bitterly. "Dude, you don't know how much we spend on Qianling's Qianling. We really don't say the real tower. It is a big spender, then the training ground, the secret hall, the Star Court, and the money are everywhere. The magic gold is not too much here."

"Isn't it just a matter of doing a good practice?" Lu Sheng was a sigh, and the disciples of this prefecture were too miserable.

"The practice is OK, but you need to equip the weapon, so the Stars and Kowloon Court is indispensable. The life secrets will be updated from time to time. The secrets you learn must always pay attention to the birth of new secrets. Resist your own mystery, crack the coping method, do you want it?"

When Chen Jintian talked about this, he was helpless.

"And then training the field, simulating all kinds of new monster monsters outside the magic army, you will not adapt, in case of encountering new weapons and new varieties developed by the devil, suddenly dying, it can only blame you for life short.

You have to know, like the Shadow Knife, which ignores the material defense, can only rely on the weapon of infuriating and hard resistance. If you don’t know the coping style after encountering it, firstly, all the infuriating equipment will be erupted, and you will be ready to stop. The knife is cut up, and you are not really blocked in your body. Well, don’t blame yourself for being dead."

Chen Jintian is a lot of complaints.

"This world is not enough to be closed-door practice. In fact, we are much better in Qianyangzong. We have money, relying on good equipment and resistance, like a group of barbarians in the singular indium, only every day. Spitting blood is desperate, but you can die, and the casualty rate can even reach 50%!

Which is like us, the survival rate of nine out of ten. The first set of instantaneous symbol arrays is thrown down, then the flag is inserted, the blasting defensive tactics are taken up, and the sacred servants are sacred, and there is nothing to increase the secret. If this is the case, then you are lucky. I have encountered a metamorphosis that is higher than myself. ”

Lu Sheng also heard a bit of a worry, the prefecture-level Qian Yangzong and the front branch are completely different styles.

I have seen all kinds of laziness from the past, to the lazy gesture of Zhang Shilong’s teacher I saw in the store, and then to the scene depicted in Chen Jintian’s mouth.

This Qianyang Zong is basically a big money-burning household, and Gao Fushuai is the first choice for Zongmen.

During the two chats, it was finally the turn of Chen Jintian and Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng walked side by side into the door of the temple, inside is a fairly small hall.

A young man wearing a yellow robe wearing a golden crown was sitting impatiently behind a long white jade table, and his fingers were irritated and knocked on the table.

"Lu Xiang, Chen Jintian, Le Qingpeng, Yue Qingying, Lu Sheng." The yellow robe men registered the names of the five people one by one.

"Put their respective places, repair, external task completion, age, and special strengths all here." The man sent a piece of paper and a pen to indicate that five people had filled out.

“In addition, each person pays a thousand magic gold as a sacred door sponsorship fee.”

"What!!?"

A few people are staying.

"I didn't pay the infrastructure fee a few days ago??!" Chen Jintian shouted.

"You said that it was a few days ago, today is today, now is now. Do you still want to test? Want to hurry?" Huangpao man is impatient.

Lu Sheng frowned, but before he entered the door, he saw that the Qianyang sect here seemed to be corrupt. Not as formal as Qiuyuejun.

"Well," Chen Jintian is just helpless. People are under the roof and have to save money. They can only take a half-day to get a magic gold ticket according to the rules. The denomination is one thousand.

Looking at his face with a painful expression, I know how much money it is for him.

Lu Sheng is also honestly paying a thousand magic gold, but fortunately borrowed some money from Zhang Lao, otherwise he can not afford this cost now.

The other three are also reluctant to pay the money.

A thousand magic gold is not a small number, it is enough to buy the worst fragments of the gods. Although it is the top disciples of all localities who can come to the government-level Qianyangzong, they can no longer afford such consumption.

After the five people paid the money, the attitude of the man was also moderate.

"You don't even blame the sacred door for money. There is no way. How do we come to the survival rate of the Devil's World in the 90-year-old sect? How about it? It’s not a thousand-day black day, but it’s a big day. How much resources do you consume? You can pay more now and how safe you will be in the future."

The five people are naturally not so easy to fool, they don't take it for granted, fill out the form, pay the money, and are arranged to go inside the hall.