Zhu Qingsheng glanced at him and immediately turned his head. While Guan Yunzhu hated him, he also despised Guan Yunzhu.

Guan Yunzhu was extremely angry. In the past, when he was about the same age as Zhu Qingsheng, no one did not cry and beg for mercy when he caught or imprisoned him. However, this boy was very stubborn and refused to say a soft word. He was so bored that he could not say anything. He suppressed his anger and remained calm. He still smiled and said, "You should be hungry for this day. As long as you call me a few times, don't say this chicken leg, the whole chicken will be given to you. Not only that, I will also let you tie it up and let you be free. How about it?"

Although Zhu Qingsheng was so hungry that he couldn't help but saliva when asked about the smell of chicken legs, he was unwilling to bow his head in front of this narrow-minded villain, let alone say that to him for freedom and fullness. Although others were in a while, they did not forget their backbone. They slowly exhaled, closed their eyes, and no matter what he said, they would never look at him again.

Guan Yunzhu put the chicken leg on the tip of his nose and shook it, saying with intentional satisfaction: "It's a pity not to eat such a fragrant chicken leg. Do you think I'll roast it a little more fragrant with the outside and the inside, so that it's so crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, will it be even more fragrant?"

At first, it caused the smell of meat that was greedy and the stomach was panicking. Now it smelled so disgusting and disdainful, not because the taste of the chicken legs changed, but because the person holding it changed its taste.

Zhu Qingsheng was disdainful and was both ashamed and regretful. If he had worked hard to learn some Taoist magic and mantras from his master in the past, how could he have reached this point? Even if he was not good, he would not have been humiliated by Guan Yunzhu. Thinking of his master's concentration, he felt very good with the book of employment. He sighed in his heart, and he didn't know how far away from his master now, more than a hundred miles away, the master will lose its effect.

What about the master? I don’t know if he is good now. If he has not recovered from serious injury, he will probably be in prison now. Unexpectedly, his master and apprentice have different experiences and locations in the past two days, but they have been tied up by people. Zhu Qingsheng felt bitter inside and could not even feel the hunger in his belly.

Seeing that the boy closed his eyes and ignored him, Guan Yunzhu finally couldn't bear it and said ruthlessly: "Boy, do you eat it?"

Zhu Qingsheng twisted his shoulders and tried hard to make himself more comfortable to sit up, as if he hadn't heard Guan Yunzhu's words.

Guan Yunzhu was furious when she saw this, and her whole body seemed to explode. She suddenly stepped forward with her left hand against the back of Zhu Qingsheng's head, and stuffed the chicken legs into Zhu Qingsheng's mouth with her right hand, and shouted: "Boy, I told you not to eat, you can eat it for me, and eat it for me."

This time, Guan Yunzhu used all his strength, as if he was held tightly by steel claws. The important back of the head and the human body suddenly felt ache, especially the most important in the back of the head. Zhu Qingsheng's tears were almost flowing out, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing, letting his lips open a gap.

Guan Yunzhu was in a stalemate for a long time. Seeing that this boy didn't open his mouth, he was jealous and was about to come to the back of his head, which completely killed Zhu Qingsheng. Suddenly, a cold soft force slowly pushed him away. He heard Luo Qitao say, "Yunzhu, you go back first."

Guan Yunzhu suddenly woke up from her anger, thinking that if she killed Zhu Qingsheng and angered uncle, the fate would definitely not be better. Thinking of this, cold sweat was pouring down, and she stood aside and didn't dare to move.

Luo Qitao walked in front of Zhu Qingsheng with expressionless face, and the wind blew the surrounding garbage clean. Then he sat down slowly and said, "Boy, I don't know what your master likes you, and he will accept you as a closed disciple. He will also put the Six Ding and Six Jia divine talisman on you at all costs."

Zhu Qingsheng's lips were burning with pain, and he spitted the remaining shredded meat from the chicken legs without leaving any greasy, and did not go into his mouth. At this time, he was extremely disgusted with Luo Qitao's uncle and nephew, and even the entire Buddha Crying Altar. How could he answer Luo Qitao's words?

Luo Qitao did not think it was offended and continued, "Boy, my master must have told you the power of the Liu Ding Liu Jia divine talisman, but I don't know if it has harmed you?"

Does the Six Ding and Six Jia Ding have any harm to itself? When Zhu Qingsheng heard this, he remembered the weakness and powerlessness of his master summoning the Six Ding and Six Jia Ding and Six Jia Ding. At that time, he thought that it was a loss-making battle with Luo Qitao, but he thought that he was still fine before summoning, and he couldn't use any strength after summoning. When he heard Luo Qitao say this, he was shocked and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Luo Qitao said lightly: "You must also know how to make the Six Ding and Six Jia divine talisman. You must also know that you need to separate your soul into part and write it on the Xuanhuang talisman. Therefore, this is easy to control and extremely powerful. But the corresponding one is that if you use the Six Ding and Six Jia divine talisman, it is equivalent to detonating a small part of your soul. You practitioners who practice Taoism know more about the importance of the soul. I don't need to say more. The consequence is tantamount to killing one thousand enemies and destroying eight hundred of yourself. Moreover, the damage of the soul explosion is dozens of times more than the body's damage."

Zhu Qingsheng practiced Taoism and understood the authenticity of his words. When he thought of his master silently putting such an important talisman in his package, he used it without hesitation in the critical moment, regardless of his soul, and his love and expectations for him were naturally known. But he was not good at it and always disappointed his master. He thought of his master's damage to his soul at that time, so he could only use his true power that day and could not bear it. So later, the group of officials and the Jinyiwei tied his master away easily.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt confused, and I wanted to fly directly to my master to see how he was.

Luo Qitao said, "Boy, whether you believe it or not, the person I hate the most in my life is your master, and the person I admire the most is your master. I can't say this before my arm was broken, but it was because one arm was ruined that I thought about a lot of things clearly."

When Zhu Qingsheng heard this, he was very curious and couldn't help but turn his head to look at him. Seeing that his face was flat and his tone was gentle, he didn't look like he was angry and whispered or drunk.

Luo Qitao continued: "In terms of affairs, your master is not as good as Pei Wuhuan; in terms of strategies, your master is not as good as Fei Yuqiu; in terms of writing skills, your master is not as good as Dao Guangyue; in terms of cultivation, your master is not as good as Anyang Changle, but in terms of mind, these people are far inferior to your master, I have to admit that this is exactly what I admire your master."

Zhu Qingsheng heard the first time he talked about his uncles and uncles. Although he was from his big opponent who tied him up, he still couldn't help but listen. When he heard it behind, even Luo Qitao admired his master's heart, a feeling of pride suddenly emerged in his heart.

Luo Qitao said: "Boy, I just want to lend you something to you."

Zhu Qingsheng was a young man and could not stand the praises, let alone the great master of this evil sect praised his master. He couldn't bear it and said, "What do you borrow?"

Luo Qitao took off the Kui Yang parasol behind him and threw it aside. The robe on his body rose without wind. He grabbed Zhu Qingsheng's right wrist and whispered: "I borrow half of your life to use it. By the way, let you see, your master set up a formation to gather souls in the mortal hall. Today I also set up a formation to absorb souls. The difference is that he used clear water, I used blood, and it must be the blood of living people."

Zhu Qingsheng was shocked. Is he going to draw his own blood to set up the formation? Blood is the foundation of human beings and is as important as bones. If he drains himself alive, will he still have a way out?

Luo Qitao's thumb was like a knife, and he gently stroked Zhu Qingsheng's wrist and suddenly cut a needle-like wound, and a trace of blood was exposed. Luo Qitao saw that the pick was good and was about to stroke hard. A compassionate and upright voice suddenly resounded inside and outside the mansion: "Amitabha, why did the donor take such a heavy blow to a child? Don't you know that this will make his grievances deeper and more difficult to relieve."

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