Happy Little Scholar

The tent was very clean. On a table in the center were fresh fruits and vegetables. The sloppy old man picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. He opened the lid of a pot of wine next to him, raised his head and drank a mouthful. He said, "Good wine, really good wine!"

He tasted a few more cakes and then lay comfortably on the chair. A strange smile appeared on his old face, "Leader of the martial arts world? It's quite interesting..."

He reached out to take a whole chicken that was emitting fragrance on the table. On the other side of the table, an old man held up a chicken leg, bit it twice, shook his head and said, "It's not cooked enough, waste it", and reached out to another one.

Two bright lights suddenly burst out from the sloppy old man's turbid eyes, and his whole temperament changed completely.

More than a decade ago, his martial arts had reached perfection, which is what people in the martial arts world call the master realm. However, he let someone get close to him without knowing it. Even if the other party was also a master, he could never do this. The scene in front of him was extremely weird.

He looked at the old man with half-closed eyes and asked vigilantly: "Who are you?"

The old man put down the chicken leg in his hand, looked up at him, yawned, and asked: "What's your name..., Xu Xiaoguai?"

"Xu... Xiaoguai?" The sloppy old man was called "Xu Laoguai" by the Jianghu because of his strange behavior. In fact, it also has the meaning of respect. When has he been insulted in person like this?

"Old thing, you are looking for death!"

Before he finished speaking, a residual image appeared in the void in front of him, and in an instant it appeared at the throat of the strange old man opposite.

The next moment, looking at the hand clasped on his wrist, which was as dry as tree bark, the ferocious expression on the sloppy old man's face froze directly.

"Old man?" The old man on the opposite side wiped his hands, opened his half-closed eyes, and looked at the sloppy old man and asked.

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Ruyi pulled Li Yi's sleeve and said, "Don't look for him, my husband. My second uncle may have found a place to sleep. When the competition officially starts, he will come out."

"Why do you think my second uncle is so sleepy?" Li Yi was very curious about this.

Ruyi smiled and said, "That's the kung fu that my second uncle practices. Don't be surprised, my husband."

Li Yi was surprised and said, "Is it the sleeping fist?"

"What kind of fist is the sleeping fist?" Ruyi looked at him and asked.

"This is not important..." Li Yi shook his head and asked, "What kind of kung fu requires sleeping for so long? I heard from Lao Fang that my second uncle has been sleeping like this for half his life."

"It's called the turtle breathing skill." Ruyi explained, "My second uncle looks like he's sleeping, but he's actually practicing all the time."

Li Yi always felt that the name "turtle breathing skill" sounded a bit familiar, until he thought of the unpleasant face of old man Chang, and finally searched for some information in his mind.

The Turtle Breathing Technique can increase one's power in sleep, and it is faster than other people's normal practice. A person who practices the Turtle Breathing Technique may not have surprising moves, but as he grows older, his inner strength is so powerful that it can scare people to death.

More importantly, practicing this kind of kung fu can really make one live like a turtle and easily pass the 100-year mark.

Li Yi can understand this point. When people sleep, their metabolism will drop to an extremely low level. The same should be true for hibernation in science fiction films.

So, it is very likely that he will not survive his second uncle?

This is a bit too hurtful. Li Yi shook his head. He must get the Turtle Breathing Technique. When he goes back, he will find out all the ways to cook chicken. He will have three different meals a day. Even if he makes his second uncle vomit, he must learn the Turtle Breathing Technique...

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"Senior, I am blind. I hope you will forgive me!" In a tent, a sloppy old man stood there straight, lowered his head, and his voice trembled.

The old man sitting at the table picked up the chicken leg and said, "Did you see the Taoist nun outside just now?"

"Yes, I saw it." Thinking of the Taoist nun who made him aware of the danger, the sloppy old man nodded immediately.

The old man asked lazily, "If she comes on stage later, you know what to do, right?"

The sloppy old man looked embarrassed and said, "Senior, then, that Taoist nun is quite powerful, she should also..."

Halfway through the words, seeing that the terrifying senior's half-closed eyes seemed to be about to open, the sloppy old man trembled and immediately said, "Senior, don't worry, I will tie that Taoist nun to your room tonight, and I will definitely not let you down."

"What?" The old man looked up at him.

The sloppy old man was stunned for a moment, and asked tentatively: "Then, what do you mean, senior..."

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At the door of the tent, the second uncle patted the sloppy old man on the shoulder and said: "Little monster, as a master, you should have some backbone. If you are like this, people will look down on you..."

The sloppy old man felt a surge of blood in his chest when he heard it.

Courage?

Just now, the martial arts he had practiced hard for a lifetime were almost wasted, and he was still talking about backbone!

If he couldn't beat the old monster in front of him, the old bones on the opposite side would have been broken by him long ago.

But at this moment, the grand master could only smile and say: "Senior, the antidote..."

"When you finish your business, I will naturally give you the antidote." The old man said lightly, and then slowly left with his hands behind his back, staggering, looking like he was about to die.

But only the sloppy old man knew that if he was really regarded as a person with one foot in the coffin, even the master would have to fall.

He even had some doubts at this moment, whether he had really reached the master level. The master level has reached the top in the martial arts world, and it is difficult to find an opponent. Even if they are at the same level, it is difficult to determine the winner unless they fight to the death. But just now, he saw what it means to be truly overwhelming.

Although his major martial arts is a feminine one, and it is not known for its powerful internal force, there is a gap between the master and the master, but how bad can it be? But the brief internal force competition just now was like a river hitting the sea, and it collapsed at the touch...

It must be said that after decades of wandering in the martial arts world, some of his ideas or beliefs in his heart collapsed at that moment.

He licked his lips, and there was still a hint of sweetness. The thing he was forced to eat just now did not taste like poison.

However, the more colorless and tasteless it is, the more toxic it is, as for the bitter and sweet...

He reached out and touched a certain place between his ribs, and there was still a dull pain. This was where the poison gathered. If the antidote was not obtained by this time tomorrow, even a master would die of the poison.

The sloppy old man's face darkened, and he glanced at the direction where the Taoist nun had just left, and turned back to the tent.

If he had known that he would encounter such an old monster today, he would not have watched the excitement. Such a master should not have lied to him about the poison. I am afraid that only by fighting with the Taoist nun can he have a glimmer of hope.

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"Second uncle, you're back?"

Li Yi saw the old man walk in from outside with his hands behind his back, pointed to the table in front of him, and said, "Here are two chicken legs, still warm."

The second uncle waved his hand and said, "Leave it there, old man, go to sleep first, don't call me if there's nothing."

Then, he lay on the simple bed in the tent, and the next moment he started snoring.

Li Yi was surprised that the second uncle could resist the temptation of the chicken legs. He looked over there and saw that his sleep quality was really enviable...

[ps: There was an earthquake while I was typing, and I thought I was going to ascend to heaven...]