[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

The temperature difference between morning and evening in the desert is huge. It is clearly autumn, but it still looks like summer at noon.

Zhao Mingyu slept soundly in the car, and didn't get out of the camel cart until the heat went down in the evening, washed his face with water turned from ice cubes in the basin, then put on his shoes and went down to finish stepping on the sand.

During the period from the west of the sun to the dark, there is still heat in the sand. Wearing shoes, stepping on it makes a hole. The subordinate in the dark gave a few instructions in a low voice and jumped out of the car with a blanket.

Zhao Mingyu bounced back, looked at the man in black who appeared and then disappeared, and asked stupidly, "Senior, will they be invisible, or is it amazing that they drilled out of the sand?"

Yu Luocha took out the food and water, looked at the little guy who was as good-for-nothing as always, shook his head and ignored him, and at the same time complained in his heart for the thousand and eight hundredth time that Wang Lianhua really didn't know how to teach his apprentices.

It doesn't matter if you can't teach martial arts, and you can't force a child without talent, but he and Shen Lang are two rare masters in the world. Does the water come to him for watering the garden?

"My master doesn't know how to weave. It's the master's job to open up wasteland, and it's my job to water the water. It's not that the second master has no money. The two of them can buy a boatload of things when they go to Baiyun City. We don't need to farm. Weavers can’t starve to death.” Zhao Mingyu pouted, feeling that it is necessary to justify the names of the two masters, the seclusion of the poor is different from the seclusion of the rich, they are actually rich.

Yu Luocha sneered, "The two of them are rich, the two of them are rich like me."

The little ancestor changed his words in an instant, "Then how can it be? Of course, the seniors are richer. The juniors are so old, and they have never sat in such a comfortable carriage and eaten so much delicious food."

Yu Luocha thought about the super luxurious carriage that was put in Lanzhou City, curled her lips and did not continue, not to mention that this kid has never sat in it, he has never sat in it when he is so old, if it is not for this kid who can't bear hardships, he must Tossing the carriage, it is estimated that no one will ride in it in the future.

The itinerary of two people is more interesting than that of one person. There are many small countries in the oasis of the Western Regions, but the most powerful one is the Rakshasa Sect. Here, some people may not have heard of the name of the country. Mention the name of the Rakshasa Sect. From the octogenarian to the childish child, they can say a few words.

The Rakshasa Sect is called the Demon Sect in the Central Plains. Although the two names are mixed together in the Western Regions, they are not shouted and killed as soon as they show up. People add up to spread all over the Western Regions. Ordinary disciples also have to live, and they will also help nearby people to solve some unsolvable problems.

Anyway, in the eyes of most people in the Western Regions, the image of the Raksha Sect is similar to that of the famous and decent sects in the eyes of the people in the Central Plains.

The leader of Yujiao is well-governed, and he is quick to criticize

Zhao Mingyu's rainbow fart skill is proficient, and Yu Luocha knows that he said that on purpose, and he is still happy to hear the children praise him in the same way.

Yes, that's right, he is that powerful.

Zhao Mingyu slapped the boss with a rainbow fart, and then he carefully asked his own question, "Senior, is there any conspiracy in the headquarters of the Raksha Sect, and the elders of the Dharma Guardians are vying for the position, and the entire headquarters is in turmoil. They are all coveting the position of the leader.”

Yu Luocha squeezed her chin, "You are right in saying that. There are indeed many people in the sect who covet the position of the leader of the sect. If there were no civil strife in the sect, this seat would not send Fuxue away. If Chuuxue was raised in this sect By my side, it will not become like this now."

Speaking of his troubled son, Yu Luocha has endless things to say, is it easy for him to be a father, not only to deal with the grasshoppers jumping around in the classroom, but also to pay attention to the life and death of his son, so he is busy retreating I don't have any time, so I finally found time to take a break, good guy, my son grew crooked outside.

He couldn't even call him daddy when he met him, so he wished to live with his sword for the rest of his life, or he would call him daddy directly.

Zhao Mingyu sat there obediently and listened to the boss complaining about his son, and then raised his hand weakly after listening, "Are you safe now? I won't fight. What if I get accidentally injured?"

"It's not very safe now, but it's okay." Yu Luocha waved his hand and said casually, "Your master should have had a fuss there right now, and when they get rid of those who don't like you, Luocha The inside of the church is almost stable.”

Zhao Mingyu

Co-author, you brought me out just to let my master be your thug

trouble

Facts have proved that Yu Luocha can play like this.

The strength of Wang Lianhua and Shen Lang is there. He is a fan of the authorities, and the headquarters of the Rakshasa Sect are all old subordinates who have followed him for many years. After looking around in the past, people with problems can be picked out and cleaned up in two or three days.

It is true that he would fight with that guy when he met him, but when it comes to matters of life and death, sorry, Wang Lianhua will definitely not stand idly by.

Zhao Mingyu was already dumbfounded, he thought he was just sneaking out to play, but what he thought was not what he thought, the boss seemed to play with him relaxedly, but he actually made so many arrangements in private.

Is this why the big guy is the big guy and he's just a rookie?

The little ancestor was in a trance all the way and finally arrived at the headquarters of the Raksha Sect. When he saw the second master holding his face and sitting on the leader's seat belonging to Mr. Yu eating grapes, his eyes were red and he almost cried out, "Master, I Grapes, too."

There are very few fruits in the desert. Although Yu Luocha did not wrong him along the way, but now seeing his master sitting leisurely in the cool and comfortable hall eating grapes, he has to say that he is still envious.

Wang Lianhua raised her hand to move the grapes away, and moved to another chair with her toes. Seeing herself having fun, she completely forgot about Master's brat and snorted coldly, "You still know that there is a Master"

"Master, my disciples came all the way to see you." The second master, who was very capable of confusing black and white, was not angry when the little ancestor was dodged.

Wang Lianhua dodged again in disgust, and this time flew directly to the beam. The apprentice he raised by himself knew that he would never be able to climb such a high beam unless he built a ladder for that kid.

Zhao Mingyu looked up at his master who didn't save him any face, sniffed and sat on the steps, thinking about whether he should play and roll on the ground like he did when he was a child, thinking that he is not at his home now, how many people are around him? People watch, for the sake of their own face, it is better not to let themselves go so far.

Shen Lang had just brought out a few jars of good wine from the wine cellar, and when he came back, he saw that the little apprentice was almost hit by a grape skin before he had time to be happy. If he hadn't been able to hide quickly, the grape skin would have reached his head by now, "You run away What are you doing on the beam?"

Wang Lianhua shook her legs and replied casually, "Seeing that your apprentice is upset."

"When you're happy, you're called someone's little baby, and when you're unhappy, you're someone else's apprentice, heh, man." Zhao Mingyu curled his lips, changed his posture and continued to complain, "A heartless man, deceiving people's feelings."

"Stop, stop, what's going on?" Shen Lang was a little confused by the two fathers, "Brother Yu, why are you sowing discord between them?"

Yu Luocha leaned against the door with innocent eyes, "I didn't say anything, so don't spit blood."

did he speak

No.

Shen Lang looked at him suspiciously, and then at the father and son who were obviously arguing, leaning against the door frame on the other side with their arms folded, "What are you two arguing about?"

The little ancestor stood up and complained aggressively, "Second master eats alone, he won't let me eat grapes."

Wang Lianhua snorted coldly, "I snatched the grapes with my ability, you can snatch them yourself if you have the ability."

Shen Lang

Are you two sick?

We haven't seen each other for so many days, and when we met, we quarreled over a few grapes, what about playing?

"Brother Yu, you took my apprentice away, and you didn't even give him grapes on the way?" Shen Lang didn't know what to say, he hadn't seen him for many years, why did the people he knew become more and more out of tune with each other.

"Brother Shen, ask that little guy yourself to see if he's doing well on the road." Yu Luocha is not a master who likes to take the blame. My own son has never had such a good time, this person is so good, he came up and asked him if he was abusing his apprentice, if he still called it abuse, there would be no good child in the world.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, in order to avoid a big melee, Shen Lang quickly changed the subject, "Okay, okay, the two of us are here mainly to take the good boy back, you Rakshasa sect, pack up quickly, Wang Lianhua and I I almost died of anger after coming here for a few days, you can go to the dungeon later to have a look, maybe they are still alive."

Yu Luocha waved his hand indifferently, "It's up to you, it doesn't matter whether you are dead or alive, by the way, who is in the dungeon?"

"Your son, your elder, your Dharma protector, and your subordinates whose names cannot be named." Wang Lianhua rolled over and got off the beam, threw the dish with only grape skins to the apprentice, and began to complain about Yu Luocha waste management.

There are only so many people in the headquarters of the Rakshasa Sect, and almost everyone has small thoughts. No wonder this guy's own son is unwilling to take over. This messy sect with a false name is better than him working hard outside.

Unreliable, my father is really unreliable.

Fortunately, he and Shen Lang didn't leave so much trouble for the good boy, otherwise, their apprentice's stupid appearance might be swallowed alive.

"Master, I'm still here. Be careful what you say." Zhao Mingyu blushed a little, although he himself felt that he couldn't play with those guys who were good at intrigues, but it was fine for them to know this kind of thing in private, and it would be bad to say it out.

Yu Luocha's complexion was also not very good. He thought that most of the people in the sect were loyal to him, but he didn't expect Wang Lianhua to put most of them in the dungeon.

The leader doesn't want to admit that all his subordinates have small thoughts, and it is easier for Wang Lianhua to catch the wrong person, but Wang Lianhua is not used to him, and takes his stupid apprentice to the dungeon to learn more.

"Master, have you tortured them?" Zhao Mingyu was a little timid. After the father and son quarreled, it was as if they had never quarreled. The little ancestor hid behind the master, tugging at the corner of his clothes and asked cowardly, "If there is blood in the dungeon? Bloody and bloody, it scares me, what should I do?"

"Master doesn't expect you to become a murderous villain, so you should be more courageous." Wang Lianhua pushed the brat who was hiding behind him to the front, "Master, I am a kind-hearted person, can I use torture?"

Shen Lang was choked by his own saliva, and the whole person who was holding the pillar and coughing was not feeling well. The kindhearted king pity Huaxinshan, God, who is he fooling?

"Calm down, both of you disciples are so old, why are you still blah blah blah?" Yu Luocha followed with a blank expression, looked at Wang Lianhua who was more familiar with the headquarters of the Raksha Sect than she was, and secretly poked him in her heart. Make a note of it.

The dungeon at the headquarters of the Rakshasa Sect is overcrowded these days. Ever since Wang Lianhua, the unreasonable god, came here, from the young leader to the ordinary servants, few of them have not been taught a lesson.

Yu Tianbao has always been the second child of Yu Luocha in the Western Regions, the third child and the fourth child. He has always been followed by others when he grows up, and he has never been wronged, except in front of his father.

Because Yu Luocha often retreats, and the father and son don't spend much time together, Yu Tianbao never dared to make mistakes in front of this father, so Yu Luocha would keep a small pet and give him whatever he wanted. They really don't have much love.

But even so, Yu Tianbao is still the young leader of the Raksha Sect, who is under one person and above ten thousand people. Others squeezed into a cell, and he had never suffered such a serious crime when he grew up.

The three elders, Dead Bamboo, Lone Pine, and Han Mei, were lying on the haystack, and they had no energy to curse. They were discussing secretly in their own yard. Who knew that an evil star would come out of nowhere and catch them in the dungeon and poison them. Keeping them immobile, when did the leader provoke such an enemy?

The dungeon was miserable, and everyone thought they were going to die here. The leader was not around, and the news couldn't get out. It would be useless for the leader to come back when the two of them gained a firm foothold in the church.

Yu Tianbao is still persevering in trying to escape. He is not good at martial arts, but he has a firm heart to escape. The two people outside may let others go if they are in power, but they will definitely not let him go. I have never seen a change of dynasty and I deliberately keep the previous dynasty A fool who doesn't kill the prince.

Zhao Mingyu tensed his nerves and hid behind the two masters. He was relieved that he didn't smell the obvious smell of blood. Also, the second master's actions were always simple and rough. Poisons are more effective than weapons, killing without blood, and even the corpses cannot be left behind.

Yu Tianbao, who was buried in the tunnel, looked up when he heard the movement, and was very excited when he saw Yu Luocha walking in, "Dad, have you been arrested too?"

Wang Lianhua shrugged, "Look, I said that you don't know how to teach children, it's definitely not scaring you, next time if you have a chance, let the children go in another way."

A cloud of gray mist appeared on Yu Luosha's body at some point, and his whole body was shrouded in the gray mist. Not only could he not see his appearance clearly, even his voice changed.

The hoarse voice couldn't tell the age, but it definitely didn't match his real appearance, "Idiot, get out."

Yu Tianbao is only a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, but he looks a little anxious, the flesh on his face is piled up, he looks like a man in his twenties, "Father, the door is closed, how do you get out?"

Wang Lianhua couldn't help but smile, "Silly boy, you can move the lock yourself, and then check if the door is closed."

Yu Tianbao can still do this

The young leader came out of the cell in disgrace, leaving behind a cell with a huge pit, then stood with his head down behind the gray mist of the Yu Luo Sha brand and did not speak. He did not dare to speak when he humiliated his father in front of outsiders .

Shen Lang doesn't want to waste time here, the more procrastination, the more likely accidents will happen, he doesn't want to live in seclusion in the Western Regions, "Brother Yu, those who are lying over there are those who want to overthrow you, and those who are sitting on the other side are your diehard loyalists. There is no way to see who is dead or alive here, and neither of us know who these people are."

Zhao Mingyu followed the master's hand to look over, squatted in front of the pile of people who couldn't tell if they were dead or alive, and poked with a stick, "Hey, are you alive?"

The young man who was poked by the stick woke up suddenly, patted the same dirty and invisible person next to him and shouted, "Old bug, get up and eat soon."