The cold air kept surging in Zhu Qingsheng's body, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. Zhu Qingsheng said with a bitter face: "This is how my master handed over to me, how can I give it?"

"Where is your master, still alive?"

"My master is fine, nothing happened."

Luo Qitaoliang did not dare to use his master's life and death to deceive himself. No matter in the right path or the evil path, no one dared to deceive others that his living master was dead. Otherwise, the "cursing his master" alone would be passed on to the sect. Even if he was not expelled from the master, he would have to gain a reputation of "disrespect". In terms of respecting the teacher and respecting the way, there was not much difference between good and evil.

Luo Qitao added some force to his hand and said, "Then why did your master hand over the Kuiyang parasol to you? This umbrella has been with him for most of his life."

Zhu Qingsheng could not resist his coldness, and his cold sweat suddenly broke out. But when he thought that his master was taken away by those officials, he must have tied up and was locked up in prison. If he talked about his whereabouts, Luo Qitao would definitely take this opportunity to go to the prison to seek revenge on his master. At that time, the master would definitely be in danger. No matter how hard Luo Qitao increased his strength, the squeaking teeth of the back groove would be squeaked, he would not say it.

Luo Qitao saw that he gritted his teeth and didn't say anything. He could not be angry with a younger boy because of his identity and face. Besides, he was in a market with too many people and was not a place to ask questions. He immediately hugged Zhu Qingsheng's wrist tightly, stood up and dragged it outside, and said coldly: "Boy, don't think I can't do anything to you. Now you'd better follow me honestly. If you dare to ask for help, one person will kill one person when he hears me, and ten people will kill ten people when he hears me. At that time, these people will all die because of you, don't blame me."

Zhu Qingsheng knew that he was ruthless and dared to cut off his right arm in desperation. He could not do anything, so he followed him honestly, not to mention that he could almost tie the master and fight for both sides. He could not escape his own Taoist skills in front of him.

There were already many people in the morning market. Passersby saw a man in black robe with a cold face, pulling a young man in an anxious and depressed face and walking out quickly. He became more curious. He thought that this should be the boy who made a mistake and fled abroad. The elders in the family came to capture him and went back. They were just curious about the empty right arm sleeve of the man in black robe, and they kept guessing.

Zhu Qingsheng suddenly felt that the coldness of his wrist was getting stronger and stronger, and it was urinating his bones. It was obviously the secret discussion of passers-by that made Luo Qitao have murderous intentions, and the murderous intentions became heavier. If he continued to say this, he was afraid that Luo Qitao would really start killing in the morning market. In desperation, he had to shout angrily to the surroundings: "What are you looking at? I haven't seen you, get out of here, this is..." Without saying a word, he suddenly found an old man in the crowd holding a broken bowl and asking for money, with a suona on his waist, and a copper coin tied underneath it jingled.

Zhu Qingsheng was stunned and then was delighted. The person he was looking for finally appeared. He couldn't help but want to call him. Thinking that Luo Qitao was by his side, he could only be anxious and watched the old man helplessly walk farther and farther away in the crowd.

When the people around him saw the boy being angry and embarrassed, the man in black robe looked cold. When he saw that neither of them was easy to mess with, he immediately scattered. Luo Qitao saw it and knew his intentions. He sneered: "Boy, you have such a great kindness. You can't even save yourself. You still have time to care about others' life or death."

Zhu Qingsheng felt that the power in his hand gradually faded, and knew that his murderous intent had calmed down, and said dryly: "I am for the sake of the good of sir, so I can leave here early."

Luo Qitao snorted, without answering, led Zhu Qingsheng around and walked straight out of the city. After passing through the city gate, he saw a dense hillside forest. He quickly walked in and threw Zhu Qingsheng on the ground.

Zhu Qingsheng rubbed his sore wrists and sat on the ground without escaping. Facing the evil master who was dozens of times stronger than him, no matter how he escaped, it would be futile. It would be better to take the opportunity to recover and think of other ways to escape.

Luo Qitao's left hand slowly spread, and two black airflows tangled and rotated each other. A two-inch-sized black bell slowly appeared and floated on his palm. When Luo Qitao's intentions came, the black type bulged and turned into four inches in size. Luo Qitao gently flicked the bell body, and a low bell sound spread from afar.

The sound of the bell this time is far less murderous than the last time. The body size of the bell is much smaller than the last time. Zhu Qingsheng only felt that the throat itched and nothing happened.

Soon, two men in black emerged from the woods. One on the left had a medium figure, a fair face, and the other on the right had a slightly fat body, and there was fat around his chin and neck. Both of them were both twenty years old. They rushed over and said respectfully to Luo Qitao: "Disciple Guan Yunzhu (Qi Yunfei) was ordered to come and meet his uncle."

It turned out that the bell just now was a way to summon people from nearby sects. Zhu Qingsheng suddenly realized that when he heard the two of them report their names, he immediately understood that he had heard from his master that the generation of the Buddha Crying Altar is "wind, qi, cloud, surging". The Supreme Elders of the "wind" generation are all in seclusion. They usually don't care about trivial matters of the sect and the affairs of the world. Now the two generations of "qi, cloud" are supporting the Buddha Crying Altar.

Luo Qitao said coldly: "Where is your master, why didn't you come?"

The disciple named Guan Yunzhu on the left said in a respectful voice, "Uncle Master, in the past few months, the Zhong family has been keeping a close eye on us for a long time in order to expand their strength and influence. In order to get rid of the annoying flies, my master deliberately circled a circle, so it was delayed for a few days. My master ordered that if there is any negligence, please give me punishment."

Luo Qitao said, "So where is your master now?"

Guan Yunzhu said: "It should be five hundred miles southwest now."

Luo Qitao pondered for a moment and said, "We will wait for your master halfway, and we will discuss countermeasures. You must take this kid's attention. This is the only disciple of Luo Chenzi Sima Yuanji, and he will not be careless."

Qi Yunfei, who had not spoken, said: "Sima Yuanji? Didn't he leave Maoshan decades ago and have no idea whereabouts? Why is there a little disciple?"

Luo Qitao said, "As a certain age, he will always find an apprentice to pass on his skills. Unfortunately, Sima Yuan and his smart life have been smart, but Mr. Lin accepted such an apprentice. It's ridiculous."

Zhu Qingsheng's cheeks were burning with scorching burns, not for others, but for himself. As Luo Qitao said, he really couldn't do anything in practicing Taoism. He didn't know any of the most important talismans and magic spells in Maoshan. As for Taoism, he only knew the most superficial introductory Taoism, such as fire and wind blowing techniques. There was nothing else except that. These three things were not understood, but the martial arts that were regarded as the last rank by those who practice Taoism had progressed rapidly, which really made him puzzled.

Luo Chenzi Sima Yuanji's name is well-known, so his apprentice must be nowhere short of it. Qi Yunfei was quite curious about Zhu Qingsheng, and the uncle Luo Qitao was watching him in front of him, so he thought about how deep his skills were, and reached out to grab Zhu Qingsheng.

Zhu Qingsheng saw that his technique was fierce and vaguely carried five or six changes, and he was not surprised but happy. At first, what he was most worried about was that they used some evil skills and magic, and he could not control it. Unexpectedly, they directly used martial arts at this moment, just facing their strengths, so how could they be unhappy? He turned his wrists and stretched towards Qi Yunfei in the same posture.

Qi Yunfei was furious when he saw this, "Okay, this is obviously despising himself." His fingerings changed rapidly and he slapped Zhu Qingsheng's shoulder hard. Seeing that he was sure to win, he suddenly felt a pain in his wrist and involuntarily hit the open space four feet away from Zhu Qingsheng.

Zhu Qingsheng clapped his hands and laughed, not caring at all.

Qi Yunfei was very puzzled. What happened just now? Why didn’t his palms obey and shouted: “Good boy, let’s compete again.”

Luo Qitao saw all this. Just as the two of them were about to collide with each other, Qi Yunfei changed his moves. Unexpectedly, Zhu Qingsheng thought of a cracking method, sealed Qi Yunfei's strength, and quickly transferred the strength away. His insight and decisiveness far exceeded those of his peers. As expected, there is no waste in the masters.

Luo Qitao waved his hand and blocked the two of them, saying, "Enough, Yun Fei will have more opportunities in the future. Now you have something to do. Hurry up and tie this kid up. With me in front of him, he doesn't dare to play any tricks."

Qi Yunfei agreed unwillingly, pulled out the rope from his waist, and was about to tie up Zhu Qingsheng when he saw the fiery red umbrella behind him, and said in a lost voice: "Kui Yang Parasol?!" After that, he reached out and pulled it out.

Zhu Qingsheng was anxious and wanted to immediately reach out and take it back. Suddenly, his right shoulder sank, and a cold air quickly poured into his body. He looked up and saw Luo Qitao looking at him coldly: "Boy, don't act rashly, don't forget whose subordinate you are now."

Suddenly, Qi Yunfei heard a "ah" cry and hurriedly threw the Kui Yang Parasol aside. Qi Yunfei looked at his hands with pain, with blood bubbles on it.

(End of this chapter)
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