Chapter 102 Something big is going to happen!

"No matter what happens, don't be rude."

Fang Che smiled and suddenly said seriously: "I want to apologize to the teacher first. The last time I asked the teacher for so long, I still didn't ask for the teacher's name. This is rude to the students."

The old man laughed dumbly: "This is not rude. I have almost forgotten my name."

He squinted his eyes and raised his head. Countless swords and swords seemed to flash in his eyes, and then he closed his eyes again. He said softly: "My surname is Shen, a god of gods. Just call me Shen, old man. As for my name, I won't say it. Now this

This mutilated body has tarnished the reputation of our ancestors!"

Fang Che nodded silently and said: "The surname Shen Lao is really rare."

The old man took two big gulps of wine in a row: "This wine is really good."

With the help of alcohol, he closed his eyes and suppressed all the emotions that reminded him of the past because of the mention of his last name, and suppressed the heat that rose in his eyes.

Then he opened his eyes, exhaled the smell of alcohol, and said, "A loser like me cannot talk about the past."

Fang Che wondered: "Is your injury, God, so serious? There is no hope of recovery at all?"

"Of course there is hope."

The old man said calmly: "There were three people who faced the crisis situation at the same time as me. One of them is dead. The other person's cultivation has plummeted by three levels, but there is still hope of practicing again. The third person,

He blocked the corpse poison for us; he endured it all himself. It is said that the guardian big shot later obtained the corpse king's inner elixir and helped him suppress it. The poison that was not eradicated was forced to one foot. And then for a long time

Suppressed by elixir."

"If you want to get rid of the root, all you have to do is cut off the feet, but he doesn't want to die..."

"As for me, I had the highest level of cultivation at that time, so I suffered from the front. The root and foundation were completely destroyed. It was the martial arts academy that communicated with the upper level, and then I went to find Master Jiu."

When he mentioned the word 'Jiu Ye', the old man showed respect on his face. He sat upright and bowed his hands to the north, and then continued: "Jiu Ye has no good solution, but he gave me an immortality pill."

Fang Che lowered his head and drank to cover up the shock in his heart.

Lord Jiu!

I heard this world-shaking name again!

Dongfang Jiuye!

"With this longevity pill, anyone can live for thousands of years!"

The old man chuckled: "So I can't die even if I want to. I can only linger here and wait for hope."

"At that time, Master Jiu said that once he gets the magic medicine, he will send it to me to restore my origin. But the medicine to restore my origin... we don't have it, because there is no divine power in this world!"

The old man said: "As for the essence of divine power that can restore the original source, only the headquarters of the Solipsism has some."

"How difficult it is!"

"Besides... even if we get it, who would have thought that I, an old guy with a low reputation who lives in Baiyun Martial Academy, would be waiting for this magical essence with so many powerful people on the mainland whose origins have been damaged.

"

"Besides, I have already enjoyed an immortality pill."

The old man smiled and picked up the wine glass: "No more extravagant requests. It's been so many years."

"Understood."

Fang Che secretly wrote down the four words "source of divine power" in his heart.

Only my Orthodox religion has it?

After three rounds of drinking.

Only then did Old Man Shen start to spit out the smell of alcohol and ask: "You must have something to ask me when you come today. Tell me."

Since Fang Che followed the etiquette, Old Man Shen also followed the etiquette.

In wine club diplomacy, the most taboo thing is to talk about things right away. After drinking for three rounds, it is time for greetings, which is what everyone calls...time for business.

"That's right, there is something that I really don't understand."

Fang Che pondered and said, "Something happened to one of my classmates, and I'm a little unsure."

"What's going on?"

The old man didn't take it seriously.

What big things could happen to a bunch of kids who just entered the martial arts academy?

"A classmate once offended me, but I didn't pay attention to him at the time. It was just a small provocation."

Fang Che told the story about the robbery in the Black Pine Forest, and then talked about the Qizhi Blood Spirit Ginseng.

The old man laughed heartily and kept shaking his head: "You boy is so insidious!"

"... Later when I arrived at the Wuyuan, I saw that this boy suddenly became darker and thinner. He was originally a fair-skinned scholar with a scumbag type. The change was so drastic. I was a little surprised, so I took the opportunity to beat him a few times.

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Fang Che frowned and said: "Every time I hit him, I always felt that he was darker than before. After a few times, the black energy on his face actually rose up, like a faint smoke in front of his face. The most recent time I hit him,

Surprisingly, a face can be vaguely seen in the rising black mist. It's not Wei Zihao's face, but a face formed by the mist. It's very weird..."

Bang!

The old man stood up suddenly, used too much force, knocked over the wine bowl in front of him, and looked at Fang Che as if he had seen a ghost.

His two eyeballs almost bulged out.

His face was full of shock and horror.

Fang Che was immediately frightened: "Old God...what, you? What...is wrong?"

The old man was described as terrifying. Sweat was pouring out from his face and forehead, and almost all the wine he drank turned into cold sweat.

Fang Che could clearly see that even the clothes on the old man's chest were quickly soaked with sweat.

The old man stretched out his hand and grabbed Fang Che's collar, and said hastily: "Are you sure?!"

"Sure!"

"How many times did you hit him?"

"Always...a dozen times?"

"Is the black air getting thicker and thicker?"

"yes."

"Why didn't anyone else discover it? You were the only one who discovered it?" Old Man Shen asked.

"I don't know either."

Fang Che said: "The black mist doesn't seem to show up when facing others, or... it is triggered under what kind of mentality and emotion... but I don't know the specific reason."

Fang Che asked: "Old God, is there any problem with this?"

"The problem...the problem is big!"

The old man gasped rapidly: "What the hell, what the hell... something big is going to happen!"

The old man took a deep breath: "Who is your teacher?"

He stood up, walked around in circles in the room, and said, "No, you haven't taught me enough."

He immediately wanted to go back to his bedroom. He walked too fast and didn't look at his feet. He tripped and fell to the ground with a thud.

Fang Che was startled and quickly helped him up.

"By the bed!"

The old man's voice was low, but stern and urgent.

Even panic.

Beside the bed, there is a line. It connects to an unknown place.

The old man almost threw himself over, grabbed the line, and pulled it down hard.

There seemed to be a gentle ringing, then disappeared.

The old man was trembling a little. He grabbed Fang Che's arm and walked slowly out of the bedroom. He sat down at the table again and looked at the table full of fine wine and delicacies. For a moment, he felt like he had a lump in his throat.

Can't eat or drink.

He looked at Fang Che with his eyes firmly and said: "Fang Che, what you are talking about must be false!"

Fang Che was also confused: "How could this be false?"

is talking.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

There are three more people in the room.

Fang Che turned around and looked completely shocked.

Huang Yifan!
To be continued...