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It was Wang Zheng's voice.

Ye Wanwan put his ear close to the wall and listened carefully, but Wang Zheng deliberately lowered his voice, so he couldn't hear clearly.

"As long as he meets..., he will be so flattering to Jiang Lanzhi, he will definitely stay close to him,...when the time comes, Jiang Lanzhi..."

Ye Wuwu clenched his fists tightly, and Wang Zheng had tampered with his residence.

What did he keep in his house?

He wants to use his own hands to murder Master!

Ye Wuwu was afraid for a while, but luckily he didn't open the door just now, otherwise he might have hurt the master if he bumped into something Wang Zheng put in his room.

"It's a good job. In this way, I can know why he is... weird..."

It was Kong Sui's voice.

Kong Suizai doubted the master, he thought the master was weird?

"Thank you, Master, for your compliment, it's just..."

Wang Zheng seemed to be talking about something very important, his voice was lowered, and Ye Wuwu pressed against the wall hard, but he still couldn't hear clearly.

"It's embarrassing in public, do you want to tell...ask him..."

So, Kong Sui still has a backer, who is behind him?

"How can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer, even if he..., I also..."

"Yes, with Master's ability, it will definitely be possible..."

"Okay, it's okay to leave."

Before Wang Zheng came out, Ye Wanwan quickly left Kong Sui's residence.His footsteps were fast, and he melted into the night in two or three steps.

There is no moon and no wind tonight, and there are big, dark clouds floating in the sky.The thick dark clouds were like a heavy curtain, tightly pressing down on the night sky, densely covering the scattered starlight.

Ye Wuxian didn't go back to the firewood house, but found a secluded cave, and after a simple arrangement at the entrance of the cave, he walked in.

He said to the air: "Ghost Venerable, come out."

As soon as the words fell, black air began to slowly accumulate in Ye Endless's chest, like thick ink dripping into a water tank, smudged layer by layer, accumulating deeper and deeper.

In the end, the thick black air gathered into a huge ink blob, separated from Ye Wuheng's chest, and gradually spread out in mid-air, forming a huge pitch-black sharp claw, on which stood a black phantom.

Xuying is an old man in a black robe. His right face seems to have been burned. The dark red scars are contracted together, making his right face smaller than the left face. Due to the contracture of the scar, his right eye is completely shrunk. Together, it looks terrifying and twisted.

He looked at Ye Wuwu with the only remaining left eye and asked, "Did you summon the deity, did you decide to practice the way of ghosts with the deity?"

Endless Night did not answer.

"I don't understand what you have been insisting on. How about Taoist cultivation and ghost cultivation? In this world, only strength is the most important thing. Without strength, even if you are cultivating the true tradition, what can you do? Isn't it oppressed by clowns and insulted by hypocrites?"

As if recalling some bad memories, the black-robed old man's tone became harsh: "Your aptitude is extremely mediocre, even if you give you hundreds of years, you will not be able to build a foundation. And in hundreds of years, those bullies Your Xiaoxiao is still stepping on your head, beating and scolding you recklessly, trampling you down, can you bear it?"

Seeing Ye Wuheng still didn't answer him, the tone of the black-robed old man became urgent: "You are so pedantic, why not learn the way of ghosts from this deity? Way of the way, this deity will never talk so much nonsense with you!"

Ye Wuwu said coldly: "Don't say it as if I'm begging you. You have only a remnant soul left, and you have to rest on this ghost claw. If you don't come to me, where else can you go?"

After being reminded by the endless night, the old man in black robe recalled the dark memories again, and a fierce expression appeared on his distorted face: "If it wasn't for being plotted by the traitor, this deity would have ended up like this? Sooner or later, this deity will definitely Put those people..."

The black-robed old man stopped suddenly as he spoke, and he began to satirize Ye Wuwu: "Don't be complacent, your situation doesn't have to be much better than this deity's. At least this deity still retains the abilities it once had. Even if there is not much left, it is enough Let others not dare to underestimate you. And you, besides swallowing your anger and hiding behind others, what else can you do!"

"This deity has nowhere to go without you. Don't forget, this deity lived on the ghost wolf of hell before. That beast is much more obedient than you."

I have heard worse cynicism, but the words of the black-robed old man are irrelevant to Ye Wukong. He replied disdainfully: "If you are so reluctant to part with it, you can go back and look for it. I will never stop it."

The old man in black robe: "You!"

The old man in black robe was very angry, but he couldn't turn against Ye Wuwu casually. Ye Wuwu was the container he found with great difficulty to put his remnant soul in, and he couldn't let go no matter what.

The old man in black robe sat on the pitch-black ghost claws, and decided to slowly persuade Ye Wuwu: "3000 years ago, how many people kowtowed and begged the deity to accept him as a disciple, but the deity refused to agree. Now the deity condescends, and I don't want you to be a teacher. I have taught you how to practice directly, if you still have any dissatisfaction, you..."

Before the black-robed old man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Ye Wuheng.

"Stop talking, I promise."

The black-robed old man changed to a more comfortable sitting position on the ghost claw, and asked Ye Wuwu: "What stimulated you?" You refused to let go when the deity made a fool of himself before, why did you agree so easily today?

Night Endless: "Stop talking nonsense, do you teach or not?"

The old man in black robe: "It's okay to teach you, but the conditions of this deity..."

Endless night: "I promise it will be."

Gui Zun taught him the conditions of cultivation, he knew early on that it was not a price he could not bear, the pain and suffering he had experienced over the years was enough, and he had nothing he could not lose.The reason why he didn't agree to him was nothing more than suffocating anger and arrogance in his heart.

He is indeed mediocre and has no talent for cultivation. Others have reached the fourth level of Qi refining at the age of twelve or thirteen. Now he is seventeen years old and still at the first level of Qi refining. He has stayed at the first level of Qi refining for five years without any breakthrough. sign.

Everyone said that he was a natural waste and was not suitable for cultivating immortals. It was wishful thinking for him to become an immortal!

so what?

His determination is far beyond that of ordinary monks, and he is willing to endure hardships and work hard in cultivation. Even if it took 12 years to forcefully draw the qi into his body, and stayed at the first level of qi refining for five years, he did not feel that he was inferior.

So what if someone ridiculed him as trash?Even if it takes longer than others, as long as he continues to persevere, sooner or later he will be able to stand on top of the clouds and trample all those who mocked him under his feet!

But if because of his low cultivation level, he has no power to fight back when his life is at stake, and he has to stand behind that person and be protected by him in order to save his life, it will also bring unreasonable disaster to that person afterwards.

Then what is the meaning of his arrogance?

What's more, that person is the only one who is willing to treat him well.

Why not give up this arrogance for him!

Ye Wuwu made up his mind, looked at Gui Zun sitting on the ghost claw, and said, "But I also have one condition, I need your promise."