Fairy cage

Fang Wu's piggy bag was given to him personally by the old man, so he recognized it at a glance.

Old man Fang's heart skipped a beat. In addition to being worried about his godson, he was also worried that if his godson fell into Yu Lie's hands, the secret affairs between the two of them would be exposed.

Fortunately, Mr. Fang still had some trust in his godson. He believed that Fang Wumu would not make any random noises, so he did not lose his temper too much.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Lie said another sentence:

"If Hall Master Fang continues to delay, you have to be careful that your white-haired person will give you a black-haired person!"

As he spoke, Yu Lie opened the piggy bag and pulled a human head out of the bag, revealing it in Old Man Fang's eyes to let him know that he was not deceiving him.

This made Mr. Fang feel relaxed and nervous at the same time. He was relaxed because Yu Lie was only threatening him with Fang Wumu's life, and 90% of them didn't know about his private scandals.

He was nervous because his son Fang Wumu's life was really in his hands.

So Old Man Fang cursed in his heart: "You trash! You trash, I have worked so hard to make you a ghost slave, mother and son are connected, more and more vicious, why are you still caught!" "

In anger, Mr. Fang almost wanted to ignore it and let his godson die.

But the old man couldn't bear to say such things. After all, that was his son. On the surface, he was adopted and his surname was changed, but in fact, he was his biological son who was connected by blood.

And he was also worried that once he abandoned the other party, Fang Wumu would take the initiative to expose the bad things.

Mr. Fang looked at his son with a bruised nose and swollen face in the piggy bag and thought about it:

"That's all. Anyway, this guy has been promoted to a higher position. If he wants to challenge me, I can't avoid it. At most, it will delay it for a few days. It's better to help him first. Even if I win the chance and lose the position of the hall leader, I won't be able to avoid it. When the elixir is refined, I will let him die!"

Old Man Fang's eyes were fierce, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay! I will compete with you!"

Yu Lie heard the other party's answer, stuffed Little Fang back into his pocket, then raised his palms to Old Fang and praised: "Good! Hall Master Fang is happy."

He looked around and called out: "Brothers from the Yaofang Hall, as well as fellow Taoists from other halls, please come together to bear witness."

Yu Lie sneered: "Yu came here today not to be the master of the hall, but to get back what I deserve in an upright manner!"

The Taoist boys around him had different thoughts. Many of them despised Yu Lie for threatening other people's sons. It was just because Yu Lie was strong and captured the other party's son outside the station, so they did not dare to speak out.

As a result, when Yu Lie said "get back what you deserve", everyone's eyes flickered and their expressions changed, especially those Taoist boys who had been bullied by Old Man Fang, their faces turned red and they wanted to cheer loudly.

And in the darkness that no one could notice, a figure looked at the confrontation between Yu Lie and Fang Laodong. There was also a strange look on his face under the pale mask: "This guy's acting skills are also superb."

"As expected, good-looking men are all good at telling lies." The masked Taoist muttered secretly, and then disappeared into the shadows, seizing the time to do his own business.

When Mr. Fang agreed, Yu Lie was surrounded by three poisonous Taoist boys and walked swaggeringly to the largest open space where Yaofangtang was stationed.

With the busy work of the other Taoist boys, in less than half an hour, two facing high platforms were built in the open space.

Mr. Fang took advantage of the time and changed his clothes. He wore a serious Taoist robe and sat cross-legged on the table, showing a capable and experienced Taoist temperament.

The platform is two to three feet high and can be seen by all the nearby Taoist boys and even mortals, making it convenient for everyone to testify without disturbing the people on the platform.

Yu Lie walked to his side of the high platform, asked the three poisonous Taoist boys to stay below and waited on them, and then with a tap of his feet, he rushed up to the platform.

The open space was originally located on a hill, and with a height of two to three feet, Yu Lie stood on it and immediately felt the cold night wind blowing.

He even felt that the high platform under his feet was still shaky. He didn't know whether it was not built solidly or whether it was intentional.

However, Yu Lie looked up to the opposite side and found that the high bamboo platform where Mr. Fang sat was also rickety and even made a faint creaking sound. It was not much better than the one under him, so he suppressed his distracting thoughts.

Under the night sky, the silver moon was half gone, and the wind was dark.

The two of them sat opposite each other, one of them had fluttering beard and hair, skinny but capable appearance, like an old mandrill in the mountains; the other had red lips and white teeth, delicate muscles and delicate bones, and a mysterious temperament, like a demon boy in the fog.

Old Man Fang spoke first: "Little Huangkou, today's alchemy competition, should you choose a literary or martial arts competition?"

The other party's words were arrogant, and Yu Lie immediately thought of the time when this guy asked him which elixir method he wanted to learn - a real elixir method or a fake elixir method.

Yu Lie's eyes were cold and stern, but he thought that the other party was already dying and he needed to delay time, so he cooperated and asked:

"How about Wen Dou?"

Old man Fang raised his head and stroked his long beard:

"Literary warriors, light the fire and burn the furnace, choose the elixir recipe, wash the medicinal materials, and control the heat. It will be clear who is faster and who is slower. When the elixir comes out, you will know how much it is and how effective it is. Everyone in the audience is talking. Friends, you are blessed."

The other party's words made the Taoist boys who were crowding around to watch the excitement light up, and they all wanted to make a decision directly for the two of them.

Yu Lie spoke up again: "What if you dare to ask about martial arts?"

Old Man Fang sneered and replied: "Combatants, each choose the elixir recipe and test each other. Every time you refine a pot and rub a pill, you can use the pills in your hands to hit the opponent as a fighting method."

This person gestured to the high platform under him, pointed at it and said, "Let's set another rule. For example, if you fall off this platform, you will lose!"

When the people around heard this, many people murmured in surprise. They did not expect that the alchemy competition could be like a battle of skills. When Yu Lie heard this, he raised his eyebrows slightly.

However, most of the people at the scene were from the alchemy room. As soon as everyone thought about it, they remembered that refining elixirs and medicines could not only save lives and heal injuries, but also make things that kill people like drawing talismans and refining weapons. The most representative ones are poison and gunpowder!

Those who do not know how to make poison are not considered good alchemists.

Yu Lie thought about it, feeling even more joyful in his heart.

He may not be able to refine other things, but he is best at refining poison and preparing gunpowder! Mr. Fang’s second suggestion hit his specialty topic!

So Yu Lie said calmly: "I will listen to Hall Master Fang's suggestion today, and Yu will choose martial arts!"

When Old Man Fang heard Yu Lie's choice, he snorted and said, "Very good. This time I won't be so smart, self-righteous, or making nonsense."

What this guy said was mocking Yu Lie for not choosing between the "real elixir method" and the "fake elixir method" last time.

The old man then slapped the bamboo platform and shouted at the Taoist boy below:

"Second and third sons, go to the elixir prescription!"

"Yes!" the cry rang out, and the heads of the Taoist boys below were squeezing, black and rolling around, working in a hurry.

Wow, 4,000 tickets is a luxury, but it would take 3,000 monthly tickets! please.