different paths

"It's really an honor to receive a compliment from Uncle Wu." Jia Wuzhen shook the mask, and looked at the opposite person indifferently.

The person under the mask does not have Xue Zhanyi's beautiful face, on the contrary, such eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips appear on any face, which is a disaster.The entire face seemed to have been forcibly cut off, and any protrusions were smoothed away, leaving only a few holes, a face as peaceful as paper.

"Do you know who I am?" The man seems to have raised his eyebrows, but his brow bones have been smoothed, such movements can only make the corners of his eyes twitch, making him look extremely weird.

"I am a disciple of the Thousand Faces Sect. The name of Uncle Wu Yu is often mentioned by my teacher."

"Thousand faces, Rong Feiyi?" Wu Yu snorted coldly, and looked at him mockingly, "You are lying. Rong Feiyi will not mention me even if he dies, and besides, Rong Feiyi's kung fu will not be able to do you This mask on your face."

Jia Wujue was exposed, so he said indifferently, "Since Master Wu has guessed it, why do you need to say it clearly?"

Wu Yu laughed wildly: "That's right, Rong Feiyi is just a speculator, how could he teach a disciple with such a heart like you." After finishing speaking, before Jia Wujue could answer, he asked again, "Are you When did you guess my identity?"

"In that cave with the tiger."

Wu Cho snorted, "It's not too early, and it's not too late either."

"Master Wu's disguise technique is superb, so naturally he won't be easily discovered."

This flattery made Wu Chou feel comfortable physically and mentally. He raised his chin and softened his tone a bit: "You can see the clue of it. There are few people in this world who are easy-to-understand like you."

Although these words were to praise Jia Wujue, the complacency and arrogance in them were beyond words.

Jia Wuchai grinned: "Master Wu praised me a lot. I'm ashamed to say that I didn't see it, but smelled it."

Wu Cho suddenly turned around and looked at him: "Oh?"

"I have met Brother Xue once before, and I know that Brother Xue loves the scent of benzoin. Clothes and accessories will be infused with the smell of benzoin. But that day in the cave, when I was close to Master Wu, I didn't smell the smell of benzoin at all. On the contrary, I can smell the fragrance of lovage clearly."

"So that's how it is." Hearing this, Wu Cho actually smiled, showing his white teeth, "Since you smell the fragrance of Duhuo, you will definitely contact that person."

Jia Wuchai nodded, expressing his acquiescence.

Wu Chou turned around, looked at Han Daiyuan Mountain, and said for a while, "He guessed my identity."

"Boss Yan didn't say it clearly, he only said that the method of making human skin looks like the master's handwriting."

"Boss Yan?" Wu Yu noticed his title, "Isn't Yan Ku your master?"

"Not really." Jia Wujue said frankly, "He's only responsible for teaching us the art of easy form."

"Hahaha——" Hearing these words, Wu Yu laughed wildly again, his eyes were red, and he seemed to be about to shed tears, "Master was the one who loved him the most before he was alive, and I praised him for his talent and skill, I can't match it when I'm flattering. But so what, this person is now working as a teacher, haha, hahaha—"

His laughter was rampant and unrestrained, coupled with his weird face, the whole person looked very ferocious.

"Master wanted to make a human skin mask, so I peeled the skin and cut the flesh, and used my own flesh and blood as a material. In the end, I only got a sentence of 'OK'. Master said that people who disguise themselves should avoid sharp edges and corners. In order to turn myself into the most perfect canvas, but in the end? In exchange for Master's words of "stupid". The sect is regarded as the guest of honor. What about me? Once the two of them come out, there is no place for me, and I will be nothing but a helper who can't stand on the stage after trying my best." He suddenly brought his face close to Jia Wuhai's eyes. The parted lips let out a "hoho" panting sound, "Tell me, is there any fairness in this world?"

"There is no absolute fairness in this world." Jia Wuchai said indifferently.

"Absolute fairness?" Wu Yu sternly smiled, "Why did I ever expect absolute fairness? I just hope that God will have a little mercy and give me a chance. I am willing to be a corporal, and I will sleep all day long, but in the end? , It’s just a chess piece that can be replaced at will. I’m not as good as me, luck is better than me, and people with higher skills are better than me, what do I have, but a mediocre talent from the master will make me never recover.” He said He raised his head and shouted, already in a state of madness, "The teacher came from the same school, and the two of them went smoothly. How have they ever experienced the despair and darkness that I have experienced? Why! Why! Because of my fate, I deserve to be displaced forever Is there no future?"

"As the head of a faction, Rong Fei naturally has a lot of troubles. As for Boss Yan..." Jia Wuchao paused, he wanted to say that everyone who entered the valley must have their own difficulties, but in the end he swallowed the second half of the sentence in stomach.

"The troubles of being the head of the sect? The difficulties of a high position?" Wu Chou laughed tremblingly, "I, Wu, want to experience such troubles and difficulties."

"Because you are not favored by your fellow martial artists, do you want to replace them and command the world yourself?" Jia Wujue asked suddenly.

Wu Chou stopped laughing, and his expression was strangely calm: "This was originally part of the plan, but it's a pity, it's a pity..."

It's a pity that those people have all been seen through. If he can bear the status of the chief disciple of the major sects, it is not a fantasy to turn his hands into clouds and rain in the rivers and lakes.

"One of the plans?" Jia Wujue frowned, "You stole the Buddha's head from Liufan Temple on purpose? Could it be that you set up the trick from the time the Buddha's head was stolen from Liufan Temple? Fang Pojia and the others know each other, so the mutton fat jade bottle stolen by the Zhenyuan Escort is also related to you?"

Facing his barrage of questions, Wu Yu chuckled lightly, shook his head and said, "When you are about to die, you have too many concerns. There is only one meal for you. How can I answer your so many questions?" Come here. But," he changed the subject, "if you really want to ask, you can exchange your answer for mine."

Hearing this, Jia Wuchai seemed to relax, and sat cross-legged on the ground calmly, looking at Wu Chou leisurely: "You said this, don't go back on your word."

"Of course." Wu Chou smiled with his mouth twisted.

"Then ask."

Wu Chou scanned him up and down, his eyes fell behind him, his expression changed, and he said, "Where do you come from?" Seeing that Jia Wuchai opened his mouth to answer, he immediately interrupted, "No What kind of Qianmian sect, Iron Sha Gang gang members are used to prevaricate me, since you mentioned Yan Ku, you should know that ordinary small temples cannot accommodate his big Buddha."

"I..." Jia Wuhai opened his mouth, as if hesitating.

"If you are really in trouble, why don't you let me guess." Wu Yu actually kindly let him go, "If you guess wrong, you can shake your head and deny it. If you guess right, you nod your head."

Jia Wuchai nodded his head as a promise.

Wu Chou had been thinking about it for a long time, but he pretended to be contemplative, and said after a while: "You are the person who picked the Star Valley."

Jia Wuhai was taken aback.

"You turned into the Iron Shark Gang to help the crowd, and you got into Liufan Temple. Compared with the disappearing Buddha's head, you are more concerned about the so-called 'star-picking paper' on the cliff." Wu Yu sneered, "Yan Kuping always hates Dealing with a well-known and upright Niubizi, the great sect in the Jianghu will naturally not be his shelter. People who are not for the sake of fame, but who are very concerned about the Buddha's head, are naturally involved in this "Zhaixingjian"...or Said," he looked at Jia Wuzhen with cold eyes, "You are a star picker."

"So what if it is, so what if it's not." Jia Wuju looked up at him.

"For me, there is no difference." Wu Yu looked behind him with an expression of watching the show, "but for me, the difference is quite big."

A gust of wind blew by, Jia Wujue turned his head in astonishment, and a black figure suddenly appeared in front of him—with a stern face and a dull expression, it was Yue Chentan.

When did he come?

Did he hear everything he said just now?

Jia Wuzhen's heart suddenly jumped, and he was about to speak, but he didn't expect Yue Chentan to attack Wu Yu without saying a word.

His footwork is exquisite, like a lotus growing under his feet, and he doesn't seem to have the slightest inconvenience in his legs and feet.Wu Chou was caught off guard by his attack and kept dodging. The figures of the two flickered on the empty Buddha's neck. Although they were bare-handed, they showed the momentum of a clash of swords.

"Your leg—" Wu Chou said in a panic.

"Sometimes are good and sometimes bad." Yue Chentan said calmly, but the fist in his hand was fierce, but within the four words, he had already changed 36 styles, and he smashed straight at Wu Chou's empty door.

"Nonsense." Wu Cho dodges left and right, has no time to attack at all, and can only complain that the other party refuses to tell the truth during the break.

"Talk about people when you see people, talk about ghosts when you see ghosts."

Yue Chentan answered very calmly, and with a leap, he turned from in front of Wu Yu to behind him.Then only two puffs were heard, and the two Yingu acupoints behind Wu Chou's knees suddenly felt pain, his legs knelt forward uncontrollably, and he fell to the ground.

Seeing him fall down, Yue Chentan was not in a hurry, and walked in front of Wu Chou step by step like a leisurely stroll.

"You won't kill me?" Wu Chou challenged.

Yue Chentan looked down at Wu Chou from a high position: "Your Excellency's martial arts are so poor, life and death don't matter much."