Scumbags also have their spring: I became a heartthrob

The Black King of Hell and others had already chased them to the edge of the cliff. They saw that under the cliff was an abyss of ten thousand feet. Not to mention a child, even if he jumped down, he would definitely die!

However, he is still a little worried. If this kid survives, one day he will definitely come back for revenge!

The Black King of Hell turned to everyone and ordered: "No matter life or death, you want to see people in life, and you want to see corpses in death. Wu Chi and Smiling Buddha, take your two people and go down to search. Tie Abacus and I will lead our own teams and go around Search. Let’s split up!”

"Okay!" Everyone took the order and took action immediately.

Wu Chi and Smiling Buddha led two teams and carefully searched along the river under the cliff, hoping to find some clues.

On the cliff, Black Hell King and Iron Abacus also led a team of people to search along different routes. They stopped from time to time to observe their surroundings, looking for clues.

At this time, Old Man Chao and Xiaoqiang were hiding in a cave under the cliff.

Xiaoqiang had never seen such a battle before. He was very nervous, restless, and his heart was beating fast.

The old man was leaning against a big stone, sitting cross-legged, squinting his eyes, and occasionally taking a sip of wine, looking very leisurely.

The two of them had not spoken since entering the cave.

The bad old man could have taken action to save Xiaoqiang a long time ago, but why has he never taken action?

That's because he knows that hatred is the biggest driving force for a person's growth.

He knew that Xiaoqiang's heart was filled with hatred.

Seeing that the time had come, the bad old man raised the corner of his mouth with an imperceptible arc, and suddenly said: "Boy, do you hate these people?"

Xiaoqiang nodded honestly: "Hate, old man, you think I provoked whom, why are they chasing me like this?"

The bad old man chuckled: "You didn't provoke anyone, but because of your appearance, you have threatened the safety and interests of them and their family, and they feel scared."

"Have I threatened the safety and interests of them and their family?" Xiaoqiang looked confused.

The old man nodded: "Yes, because you are an innate fire spirit."

Old Man Zao's words have aroused Xiaoqiang's interest. He looked at Old Man Zao: "What is an innate fire spirit body?"

"This is an extremely special physique. There is a saying that goes like this. After birth, the innate fire spirit body will inevitably suffer a catastrophe. The catastrophe will not destroy it, and it will achieve extraordinary things!" Old Man Zao said leisurely.

When Xiaoqiang heard this, he suddenly realized:

Why didn't he burn himself to death in a fire? It turned out that his soul had passed through the body of a fetus.

After he was born, why was he struck by lightning? It was because he was an innate fire spirit and suffered a natural disaster.

Xiaoqiang still didn't understand something: "Even if I am an innate fire spirit, what does it have to do with them? Why would they hunt me down?"

The bad old man took a sip of the wine and smiled: "Because they can't kill you now. When you grow up, the entire Blue City will be your world."

"Oh!" Xiaoqiang seemed to understand. He received too much information today and it would take him some time to digest it.

"Boy, do you want to take revenge on these people?"

"They have pushed me to the point of jumping off a cliff. If I don't die, I will definitely seek revenge on them in the future." Xiaoqiang's eyes were filled with hatred.

"Do you want to learn how to practice with me?"

Xiaoqiang pondered for a moment: "If you don't die today, I will learn to practice with you."

The bad old man chuckled: "Okay, then you can become my teacher! I will take you out of here now."

Xiaoqiang nodded: "Okay."

As Xiaoqiang spoke, he knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to the old man, and called "Master" sweetly.

The bad old man reached out and touched Xiaoqiang's head, laughed loudly and said: "Okay! My precious disciple, get up quickly!"

Then, the old man picked up Xiaoqiang and flew out of the cave with a tap of his feet.

Xiaoqiang was held by Old Man Zao, and he could only feel the wind whistling in his ears, as if it was soaring in the clouds. He was secretly surprised in his heart and full of awe for this mysterious master.

After a while, they crossed many mountains and came to a mountain peak. The old man put down Xiaoqiang and said, "Disciple, we will practice here from now on!"

Xiaoqiang looked at Old Man Chao and asked, "Master, what kind of place is this? There isn't even a house. Where do we usually live?"

The old man pointed to the bottom of the mountain and smiled: "This is Jiuchong Mountain, and we live at the foot of that mountain."

Xiaoqiang followed the direction of Old Man Zao's finger and saw that there were only a few thatched houses at the foot of the mountain.

Xiaoqiang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "Master, this place is too simple!"

The old man laughed loudly and said: "Disciple, although the environment here is a bit bad, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is indeed very rich, even richer than your Xia family's Fuling Mountain, which is the holy land of cultivation!"

"Disciple, my master once wrote a poem called "Nine Layers of Mountain". Do you want to hear it?"

Xiaoqiang didn't expect that this bad old man could write poetry. He couldn't help but become interested and smiled slightly: "Study, learn."

When the old man heard this, he happily recited:

Ah, Jiuchong Mountain

There are mountains to the east

There are mountains to the south

To the west are mountains

To the north is the mountain

In the middle is Bazi

surrounded by mountains

When Xiaoqiang heard this, he thought to himself: "What kind of bad poem is this! It's all nonsense!"

After the old man finished reciting, he looked at Xiaoqiang and smiled slightly: "Disciple, how did you write this poem for me?"

Xiaoqiang looked at the old man's smiling face and couldn't help but feel hesitant. Should he tell the truth or lie?

To be honest, he really felt that the poem was not well written. It was all nonsense and had no poetic meaning at all.

However, the bad old man is his master after all, and he should respect the fruits of his master's labor.

So, Xiaoqiang smiled slightly: "Master, this poem is so well written! The language is concise and the artistic conception is profound. It makes people feel extremely desolate when listening to it!"

The bad old man couldn't help laughing after hearing Xiaoqiang's words.

He touched Xiaoqiang's head and said: "Disciple, you are really sensible and understand my teacher's heart. Although this poem is simple, it expresses my teacher's awe for Jiuchong Mountain. I hope you can understand something from it. .”

Xiaoqiang nodded: "Disciple, I will obey my master's teachings."

At this moment, Xiaoqiang felt that his stomach was distended and painful, and he wanted to roll on the ground.

Xiaoqiang looked at the old man and said, "Master, please help my disciple. His stomach is so bloated! It feels like it's going to explode!"

After hearing this, the old man put his hand on Xiaoqiang's shoulder, slowly transferred his spiritual energy into Xiaoqiang's body, and then asked: "Disciple, do you know why your stomach is bloated and painful?"

At this time, the old man's spiritual energy had slowly entered Xiaoqiang's body. Xiaoqiang felt extremely comfortable and shook his head: "I don't know."

The bad old man laughed "haha" and said: "My dear, do you know? You absorbed nine thunder and lightning in one go today. For you, this thunder and lightning is indeed a great tonic. But, you eat it all at once It would be strange if your stomach is not bloated after eating so much. If your stomach is bloated now, then that’s right!”