When the time agreed between the ancestor Wanliang and Wang Yimiao, Wang Yimiao followed the puppet to the palace in panic. At this time, the ancestor Wanliang was already sitting in the palace.

Wang Yimiao looked at the ancestor Wanliang timidly and bowed respectfully: "Disciple, pay homage to Master!"

After saying that, he straightened his body and placed his hands behind him involuntarily to protect his anus.

The ancestor Wanliang looked at Wang Yimiao's restrained movements and asked in confusion: "Isn't you used to it?"

Wang Yimiao laughed dryly and said, "This place will be my home in the future, so why can't I get used to it?"

"Yes." The ancestor Wan Qing nodded, "I call you here to teach you the skills. After all, you are a disciple of the master. In the future, you should not practice the skills and skills you have learned from the evil thief Mo Hongfu in the future!"

Wang Yimiao was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Yes."

He thought to himself: "Ancestor Wanliang didn't plan to appreciate the chrysanthemums? It should be, I'd better be careful."

He thought again: "Ancestor Wanliang didn't ask me what kind of exercises or physique I had practiced, so he directly passed on my exercises. How uneasy he was to his disciples! No wonder he would throw me off from the sky before."

The ancestor Wanliang didn't know what Wang Yimiao was thinking, but continued to do his own thing according to his own pace. He took out a small book from his space ring and gently threw it at Wang Yimiao.

The little book was like a flying disc spinning in the air, gliding towards Wang Yimiao.

Wang Yimiao reached out to take the book, looked down, and the five big words "Picking flowers into spring mud" were written on the cover.

Wang Yimiao silently started to recite: "Picking flowers into spring mud, a very literary name. Is this a martial art?"

The ancestor Wanliang said calmly: "The first half of this book is the master's skills, the method of picking flowers into spring mud, and the last few pieces of paper are the master's three skills, the old man pushing a cart, the old tree packing, and the poisonous dragon drill."

Wang Yimiaoxun turned to the last few pages of the book and indeed recorded three of these skills.

Wang Yimiao said in his heart: "I am still a child, how can I teach me these skills?"

Then, with excitement, he carefully read the last few pages of the book, but after turning a few pages, he felt embarrassed because the three skills were not as dirty as he thought. They were real combat skills that could kill the enemy.

He wondered, "Why are you afraid of misleading the children if you have such a good skill? "

When the ancestor Wanliang saw that Wang Yimiao was excited to open the small book, he explained this set of martial arts and these three skills to him one by one, and briefly mentioned the problems he had encountered during his cultivation.

Wang Yimiao listened very seriously. Although he could not practice these skills at all with his physical condition. To be precise, he should not be able to use them after practicing, but he still had to pretend to be a good baby, listen carefully and remember it carefully.

.Just as the ancestor Wanliang was explaining the exercises, a puppet walked to the ancestor Wanliang and said, "Ancestor, the little thief you caught has woken up."

The ancestor Wanliang nodded, then waved his hand to signal the puppet to go down.

But he did not immediately get up and go to "give him" where to find him, but continued to explain the skills and skills to Wang Yimao.

After the ancestor Wanliang finished speaking, he said to Wang Yimiao: "You will try to practice later. Tomorrow, I will guide you personally. You can ask any questions when you have any questions."

"Yes." Wang Yimiao nodded in response as if he was excited, but he was depressed. He could not practice this kind of martial arts and skills at all. What should he do tomorrow?

"Okay, follow the teacher to visit the child now." Old Ancestor Wan Qing smiled sinisterly, then stood up and walked out of the hall.

Wang Yimiao put away the book and immediately followed the ancestor Wanliang.

After walking around, I walked down a secret passage and came to a dungeon-like place with dark light around it, which looked particularly terrifying.

Wang Yimiao looked at the cells lined up in front of him, and some women were still imprisoned in some cells.

Every woman looked sick, with a pale face, thin bones and lonely, wearing spirit-driving shackles on her hands.

When the ancestor Wanliang appeared in front of them, they all looked at the ancestor Wanliang in horror, and their bodies couldn't help but hide deep in the prison cell, trembling, fearing that the ancestor Wanliang would do something to them.

However, the ancestor Wan Qing didn't even look at them at all, as if they were just a bunch of ingredients and had not yet made delicious food, so they could not attract the interest of the ancestor Wan Qing at all.

Wang Yimiao looked around at the women shrouded in fear, sensing the cultivation of each of them, all between the spirit masters and the spirit school.

Wang Yimiao shook his head slightly. He knew that these women were spare furnaces and cauldrons for the ancestor Wanliang, and they were all furnaces that the ancestor Wanliang had used once. Their origins have been damaged, and it is completely because they can still live.

Wang Yimiao felt pity for these women, but he was not so stupid that he would risk his life to rescue these surviving girls in the cave of the ancestor Wanliang.

If he really made up his mind to save them, then there is no doubt that he would be killed by the ancestor Wanliang before he even opened the cell.

Therefore, for the sake of his life, he quickly put away his kindness and turned a blind eye to the women in trouble.

He was not a good man full of justice, and his kindness was not yet at the point of risking his life for a group of women he didn't know. Besides, these women had already hurt their origins. Even if they were rescued, they would not be able to survive for a few years without the means to save their lives.

He followed the ancestor Wanliang calmly and calmly, as if he was walking on the street, everything in his eyes became ordinary.

The ancestor Wanliang suddenly turned around and asked Wang Yimiao: "Did you see these collections of Master?"

When Wang Yimiao heard this, he knew that the collection mentioned by the ancestor Wanliang refers to the women waiting to be slaughtered, so he nodded and said, "I saw it."

“How does it feel?”

“They are beautiful.”

"Hahaha, not bad. When you practice the method of picking flowers into spring mud until you reach a small success, you will select some fine products from them and let you try it."

Wang Yimiao immediately pretended to be overjoyed and said, "Thank you, Master!"

But he thought to himself: "It seems that you have to pay attention to destroying the ten thousand lustful ancestors as soon as possible. Otherwise, if I have been with him for too long, I may be killed by him. Killing him can also eliminate harm for the people and sacrifice to the spirits of the women who were killed by him."

The ancestor Wanliang said nothing more, turned around and continued to walk towards the depths of the dungeon, and Wang Yimiao followed him.

Soon, the two arrived at a prison cell, and He Chuxun was locked on a wall with limbs wide open, and a puppet stood beside him and was whipping him.

He Chuxun gritted his teeth and said nothing, as if an iron whip whipped him without any pain.

The ancestor Wanliang waved his hand and signaled that the puppet immediately stopped the whip in his hand and retreated aside and waited for the call.

The ancestor Wanliang sat on a chair that had been prepared long ago, looking coldly at the place where he searched.

"May I have your name?"

He Chuxun glared at the ancestor Wan Qing fiercely, but did not respond to the ancestor Wan Qing's question.

The ancestor Wanliang smiled slightly and said slowly: "So stubborn, he is such a man. He is worthy of being the number one thief in the four Southeast countries. Where can I find it?"

"Why do you know my name and ask me knowingly?" He Chuxun finally spoke and bluntly criticized the ancestor Wanliang.

"Haha, you made my husband's furnace run away. You said, how do you want to compensate?"

"The furnace and cauldron? My cultivation is one level higher than mine. I have already reached the level of spiritual rank and I need the furnace and cauldron. I believe you are the famous ancestor of Wanliang in China, right?"

Even if He Chuxun revealed the identity of the ancestor Wanliang, he was not afraid at all.

"Little guy, you're still a little smart. Now you know that you've gotten into trouble on the head of Tai Sui, right?"

"Okay, I'm going to admit defeat. Please tell me what compensation do you need?"

"I don't want much, as long as you have a full net worth."

He Chuxun was angry when he heard this. Although he knew that the ancestor Wanliang was famous for revenge and he was mentally prepared to be slaughtered by the other party, he did not expect that the other party would open a big mouth and demand all his wealth in an instant. It was simply bullying the small one with the big one, and it was not much different from Ming robbing.

"Impossible! It's just a good furnace and cauldron, at most a complete set of top-quality Taoist equipment." He Chuxun immediately bargained.

"It seems that you haven't recognized your current situation yet." Old Ancestor Wan Liang didn't plan to bargain with He Chuan at all. He waved directly to the puppet beside him, signaling to torture.

The puppet immediately obeyed the order and whipped another iron whip at He Chuxun.

"As long as you tell me where the treasures you have stolen over the years are hidden, and where your real cave is, I will consider saving your life." Old Ancestor Wan Liang picked up a teacup, poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and said lightly.

He Chuxun was still enduring the whipping without saying a word. He stared at the ancestor Wan Qing resentfully. He was not stupid. He knew that the ancestor Wan Qing did not intend to really spare him. If he told him where his treasure was, he would definitely die in the end.

Therefore, he gritted his teeth and planned to go to the end with the ancestor Wanliang.

Seeing that He Chuxun had no answer, the ancestor Wanliang slowly said to the puppet: "Use the fire whip."

The puppet immediately stopped his hand, then walked to the stove beside him, took out a red-hot iron whip from it, and slowly walked to wherever he looked.

When Wang Yimiao saw the red-burning iron whip, she felt scared and couldn't help but look for somewhere in silence for two seconds.

He Chuxun was still calmly looking at the red-burning iron whip, without any intention of speaking.

Then, the puppet waved the fire whip in his hand and turned into a dazzling red light, sucking hard on Hashi Xun's body. Countless sparks splashed out, like a snow with red light, which was very beautiful.

When he was whipping, there was a long whip mark in an instant. The flesh under the whip mark was burned black, and it was obvious that the fire of the iron whip was burned with extraordinary flame.

But He Chuxun still didn't say a word, as if the person being sucked was not his body at all.

Wang Yimiao was frightened and couldn't help but admire her: "What a man!"

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Chapter completed!