After hearing Gui Bugui's words, Dong Qichao's heart began to churn.

When Gui Bugui accepted him as his disciple, he had already said that not everyone had received the elixir of immortality. However, Master Dong was lucky. He was also the Emperor personally enthroned by the State Protection Master, so he had to win a few percent chance of winning. Unexpectedly, he had only 10% chance of winning, which was no different from taking poison.

"Old guy, why are you lying to your disciples?" At this time, Wu Mian, who had been silent, suddenly said. This sentence once again ignited Dong Qichao's hope. It turned out that his teacher was lying to him. Maybe he didn't want to rely too much on this immortal pill. Master Dong Tian put his ears on his back and waited to listen to the words behind the white-haired man. Maybe he had 80% or 90% of the hope that he could survive the medicinal power.

At this moment, I heard Wu Mian continue to say, "How many disciples are you, at most, only six points. You say this to him, and once you go back, you will die of taking medicine. Is he committing suicide or is it in your hands?

Even if you fight Yan Jun’s lawsuit, you can’t explain clearly..."

It turns out that less than 10% is only six points... My teacher is afraid that he will not be able to live up to his face, but I am not that piece of material. Can you not give me the immortal elixir? Now the elixir is in my hands. If you don’t take it, you can live a few more years. If you take it, you will be a life of nine deaths. It is said that life is for rhyme, to be precise, six points... The ecstasy after getting the immortal elixir has been completely extinguished. After hesitating for a moment, he took out the immortal elixir from his arms and handed it to Gui Bugui with a sad face, saying, "Master, this elixir is not blessed to be eliminated. I'll give it to you, and find a disciple who can digest it. I'll not take advantage of this elixir."

Seeing Dong Qichao handed over the pill, Gui Bugui looked at his disciple with a smile and said, "What you give is yours. Even if you don't eat it, you can use it to exchange for your wealth in your lifetime. Qichao, what kind of person do you think I am? How can I get the elixir you sent back?"

After thinking for a while, Dong Qichao still put away the pills.

Gui Bugui then smiled and continued, "Besides, the technique of immortality in the world is not just this elixir. Other sects have different ways, and some have lived for thousands of years. Who said that there is no immortality without the immortality medicine? You may be able to find other ways to immortality yourself."

Dong Qichao sighed. He was clever and could hear that Gui Bugui was comforting himself. He immediately followed the topic and said a few words. Not long after, he arrived at the gate of the Sitianjian Yamen. After entering the Yamen, Dong Qichao called Ma San, who had seen a person who looked like Wu Mian yesterday, and asked him to tell in detail what happened to the white-haired man.

This Ma San is an eighth-rank manager from Si Tianjian. He knew Wu Mian and Gui Bugui's identity. He would come to curry favor with him if he had anything to do. Although he said that he went home for dinner at noon yesterday. When he came back to continue the work, he suddenly saw a white-haired man in white clothes walking on the street on the street. At first, Ma San thought that Wu Mianxian was shopping, and he leaned over to say hello to greet him, but when he walked in front of him, he found that it was another white-haired man with a look similar to Wu Mian.

"Apart from white hair, does this person have any unusual appearance?" After hearing Ma San's statement, Gui Bugui continued: "For example, the face is long, round and square. Is that white hair man alone? Is there a red-haired man around him?"

After Gui Bugui finished speaking, Ma San replied respectfully: "The white-haired man is also alone. He has no special place besides the white hair on his head. To be honest, I found out that I had admitted the wrong person and sued him and left. I really didn't look at the appearance of the white-haired man."

Seeing that Ma San could not tell the person's appearance, Gui Bing had to give up. He immediately ordered Dong Qichao to ask the police from the Kaifeng Prefectural Office to help find this person on the street. Such a white-haired mark is very easy to recognize. If this person had not left Bianliang, he would definitely be able to find him soon.

Since he was at the edge of the palace, Gui Bugui went to the warehouse of the palace to check his family as usual. He left Wu Mian and two monsters in the yamen. When they moved, they left the black cat at the Sitianjian yamen. Originally, this black cat was only with Bai Wuqiu, but they were still in the cave for so long that they had already gotten used to playing on their own.

In addition, Erlangzi has to accompany Gui Bugui back almost every day, so there is nothing unfamiliar with this black cat.

Bai Wuqiu took advantage of the old guy being away. He teased the black cat for a while. After seeing it, Dong Qichao suddenly thought of something, and immediately beat him up, and said to Bai Wuqiu with a smile: "Your Majesty the Demon King (this was revealed to Dong Qichao by Ren San, otherwise he should call Bai Wuqiu a senior brother according to his seniority). How many years have this little black cat been with you? I heard from the master once before, but I can't remember..."

"You kid asked so suddenly, and I was confused. By the way, when did this little thing get back?" Bai Wuqiu thought for a long time and said to Xiao Rensan: "Ren Lao San, when did this black cat come? I remember it seemed that the disciple of the master Wentian Tower, named Jiuer, has it been a thousand or eight hundred years?"

"Almost, we remember clearly that it was made from the tuberculosis ghost. We have been serious for a thousand years." Little Rensan also came over. The little guy reached out and rubbed his hands on the black cat twice, and continued, "Days pass so quickly. This little thing has been here for so long... But it's strange, why doesn't it look old at all? The big mouse's teeth are almost falling out. Look at its small black teeth. It's neat and neat.

It has not changed, but it is still a model Wu Mian a few years ago. Gui Bugui and Dong Qichao, the background of the two monsters, have already known that they can live forever because they take elixirs and natural monsters. A demon god and a ginseng doll are almost immortal, but what's going on with this little black cat? The wealth mouse himself saw it, and it was already old and not decent, but anyone who saw this little black cat thought it was only one or two years old and just adult.

Just when Dong Qichao was getting stranger when he looked at the black cat, a figure in front of him suddenly saw Gui Bugui appearing out of thin air.

The old man's face turned red at this time, as if he was angry about something. After taking a look at Xiao Ren San and Bai Wuqiu, the old man immediately thought about the middle hall and called Wu Mian's name while walking. After the white-haired man showed up, Gui Bugui said with an incredible expression: "What happened... The genius treasure in the warehouse in the palace disappeared. I just checked the side yesterday, and there was nothing yesterday, so why did he disappear today?"

"Your family is gone?" Wu Mian glanced at the old guy, then continued to say, "I thought you would set up a formation there..."

"It's been put on, old man, I'm going to make a plan. Unless the old guy Xu Fu comes to steal it himself, no one will think of stealing it." After a few words, Gui Bugui became a little anxious. The old guy suddenly thought of something and suddenly went to his disciple: "Qi Chao, if you like something, you can tell me directly to the old man.

Master may be able to give you one or two items. You are the guardian of the country and cannot do anything without asking for your own choice. Don’t think that if you have a treasure that can break the magic circle, you can steal everywhere.”
Chapter completed!