That's

His master!

I once taught him many principles, and took him into the ranks of cultivators, who were more close than his biological parents, Master...

He was abandoned by his parents since he was a child. His master picked him up from the garbage dump and raised him with shit and urine. He taught him to read and read. Although the ancient Chinese seemed difficult to remember, he still learned it after beating all the way.

The classics of "Daozang" are both stinky and long, but he still recorded them all. He also used all the collection techniques. He was only a teenager and his strength was much stronger than most old people.

Since he had practiced, his master took him to visit one mountain gate and another, saying that it was "communication and discussion". In fact, when facing young disciples of other sects, Qi Lu was just unilaterally beating. Whenever he beat his disciples to a bruised face and the other party's elders' face turned as black as an iron pot, his master always showed a reserved smile, clapping his palms while speaking some Versailles' language.

For example, "Actually, my disciples are really bad, and their qualifications are not the best ones. If you can beat you, your strength is part of it, and luck actually accounts for a large part, so there is no need to be sad. I believe that as long as your disciple knows shame and becomes brave, you will definitely be able to see my disciple's back."

For example, "The hills on my side are too bitter and can't even get a tap water in. I can only drink some mountain spring water that I've been tired of drinking every day. It's really not as modern as yours! Tsk tsk! Look, you have more than just tap water in it, but even a purifier. It's so good, I'm so envious..."

Anyway, whenever I chat with someone, I can accurately grasp the other party’s pain points and conduct accurate and merciless all-round attacks. Every time I make people lose face and almost never get out of Taiwan.

But he still does his own way and doesn't care about what others think of him.

Anyway, those people couldn't beat him, so it was even more boring to say that he was self-proclaimed. Whether it was a literary or a military fight, he was simply an invincible existence. No matter how hard those people hated him, they were itchy, but there was no way to deal with him!

As a disciple of Cangming Zhenren, Qi Lu really rolled his eyes a lot for this. At the beginning, he was shy and was quite at a loss and felt very sorry for others. But as time went by, Qi Lu gradually let go of this worry, or in other words, his face became thicker as the city wall in the day-to-day grinding, and gradually became as virtuous as his master.

This kind of thing doesn't need to be taught by words or deeds. It was not deliberately transformed by his master, but was what he thought it through himself.

Instead of being cautious in other people's eyes all day long, it's better to throw away this false reserve and shyness as soon as possible. He lives for himself, not for those people.

After he completely let himself go, he suddenly realized that this feeling... is really so cool?

Then, the master and disciple directly overcame countless sects. The feeling of bowing down and surrendering to the place wherever they passed was so exciting that they were simply happy.

Then,

I don’t know which turtle hammer called the police, and they were almost fucked into prison.

Since then, it has been a bit quiet. As the master grows older, they no longer do such things. In fact, Lan Xing had too little spiritual energy at that time, and even the ones who came to China to pretend to be silly were beaten a lot. Instead, the more they beat, the more they beat, the less interesting it became.

After the master passed away, his life returned to peace, and it could even be called dull. Qi Lu followed his master's instructions and went down the mountain to enter the world to experience it. Unexpectedly, after practicing, he practiced himself into this world.

Originally, I thought that Master was just an ordinary cultivator, but what I never expected was that he... saw Master, in the Nether City of the Netherworld!

Not a real entity, but a phantom.

But even so, it was enough to make Qi Lu feel terrified.

this……

This is so unscientific at all!

How could you see your master in such a place?

Many thoughts suddenly appeared in Qi Lu's mind, and the conclusion that was most difficult for him to accept but perhaps the closest to the truth was that... his master might be the native of the Netherworld.

For some reason, my soul penetrated into the Blue Star.

But if this is true, then according to his master's strength, he would not have died so early!

Is there something secret that I don’t know about?

At this moment, Qi Lu couldn't help but feel a lot of twists and turns in his heart, almost difficult to believe, or even difficult to accept such a conclusion.

In fact, thinking about this is not because he hopes that his master will die completely, but in such a place, it is probably difficult for anyone to suddenly encounter such a thing.

The sound of his murmuring to himself was clearly transmitted into the ears of Tang Zheyi and Lu Xiangsi. Tang Zheyi's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he took two steps to come to Qi Lu. Looking at the man who seemed to be more capable of pretending than himself in the image, he asked in confusion: "What did you say just now? He... is really your master?"

While asking, Tang Zheyi nodded suddenly, as if he understood something.

No wonder Qi Lu pretends to behave all day long, it turns out to be hereditary! It is not difficult to explain why the other party always looks fearless. It is really like the upper beam... so... so heroic! The lower beam will naturally follow suit.

Lu Xiangsi had already arrived at Qi Lu's side at this time, reached out to support the other party's shaking body, and said softly: "Why did your master appear in this place? And it was just an image."

Qi Lu smiled bitterly when he heard this, shook his head a little, trying to shake the chaotic thoughts in his mind, but even if he did so, he still couldn't shake it away.

His body staggered a few times, his face turned pale at this moment, and his voice spoke in a sluggish voice: "I don't know, in my heart, there are also many doubts that have not been resolved. What happened to Master...?"

He wanted to do his best to recall the things in his previous life, and to find the problem from clues. But after thinking about it, he never found anything unusual.

Could it be that I am thinking too much?

This person is just about the same appearance as his master. In fact, are they two completely different people?

No!

No!
Chapter completed!