When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

"Master, I can't hold on anymore!" Wei Zhi's legs were trembling as he strode forward, and the two stones tied to his arms were about to touch the ground.

Zhong Li slapped Wei Zhi's butt with a small bamboo stick, Wei Zhi's body jerked and he lifted the stone up.

"Swordsmen like you and me are neither gods, possess boundless spells, nor Taoist priests. They can draw symbols and form formations, relying on a pair of hands and a knife. Only by practicing the basic skills is the right way."

Don't Zha Zhongli usually smile, but teaching Wei Zhi is very strict, as long as Wei Zhi squats down for a while, Zhongli's small bamboo stick will be drawn on his buttocks, after this day, Wei Zhi's buttocks will turn purple.

Wei Zhi didn't complain, rubbed his butt, and continued to be whipped the next day, and he was still counting the number of times he was whipped, as long as he was beaten less today than yesterday, he would be extremely happy.

In private, Wei Zhi was also respectful to Zhongli. Before eating, he would serve Zhongli a bowl of rice, and before going to bed, he would make a mattress for Zhongli.

"Zhongli, when will you let your stupid apprentice serve me? You don't need to warm my bed, just bring me some tea and water." Hua Tian joked with Zhong Li, and Zhong Li blushed in embarrassment.

"Don't talk nonsense, he didn't warm the quilt for me." Zhongli threw down a sentence and left in a huff. He wanted to make it clear to Wei Zhi that Zhongli was a vulgar man with a knife, so he didn't need to be praised so highly .

As soon as he saw Wei Zhi, before he had time to recite it, Wei Zhi couldn't wait to demonstrate the newly learned move to Zhong Li: "Master, you see that I have learned the move you taught me, Ling Yun spreads his wings."

Wei Zhi held the knife, opened his arms, and swung it vigorously in the air.

"What are these!" Zhong Li saw Wei Zhi's saber technique, and became a strict master again, teaching, "You only memorized the moves, but forgot the essence. The enemy is critical, and strive to kill him with one blow."

Zhong Li opened up the chatter box, babbled on for several hours, and forgot everything he wanted to say.

Well, tonight I was served like an old man again.

When he was free to take a rest, Wei Zhi would take the opportunity to ask where he was, to inquire about Zhongli's life experience, and Zhongli would not hide it, and said to Wei Zhi generously:

"Master, where does your sword technique come from? Who is our ancestor?" Wei Zhi has been practicing swordsmanship for a long time, and has gained a lot of experience from it.

It is difficult for him to control the sword with strength. It is difficult for him to learn such a precise sword technique, let alone the founder of the sword technique, so he can't help but wonder when he admires it.

"There is no school, no sect. An old man who sells seafood taught me." Zhong Li's understatement made Wei Zhi's admiration shatter.

"He must have the bones of a fairy." Wei Zhi fell into his own fantasy.

"No, the old man is skinny, like a pork rib. He has been fishing at sea all year round, and his skin is tanned..." Zhongli described his master very truthfully.

"Then he must have deep knowledge." Wei Zhi looked at Zhongli expectantly.

"Heh..." Zhong Li said in distaste, "He can only collect and cast nets all his life, but his fishing skills are not very good, and he often eats the last meal without the next meal."

"Master, I won't ask any more, just tell me how you mastered the unique skill." Wei Zhi didn't want to ask any more questions, so let's keep some fantasy for himself.

"..." Regarding the past events in his childhood, Zhong Li opened up the chatter box, talking about his experience when he first entered the rivers and lakes.

When Zhong Li was a teenager, he spent every day basking in the sun and blowing the sea breeze with the fisherman on the beach, enjoying himself very much.

"Master, I'm hungry." After a day in the sun, Zhongli's stomach was already growling, and he begged for food from the fisherman beside him.

The fisherman pulled the small fishing net beside him and threw it to Zhongli, and said lazily with his eyes open, "I'm hungry too, you go fishing."

"I shouldn't have expectations of you." Zhongli picked up the fishing net, angrily untied the rope, and went out to fish, still cursing, "Old man, you know how to order me."

Riding a small boat and hungry, Zhongli went out to sea.

The blue sky was stained with a yellow halo, and the sun, which was about to leave the horizon, cast a light and shadow in the sea, which stretched endlessly until it met Zhongli's boat.

It was a calm day, and Zhongli took the boat to the deep sea. The sea was a pleasant green, and colorful fish were playing around under the boat. You could catch dinner with just a net, so Zhongli was not in a hurry, and just watched Watching the rare Huoshaoyun, he slowly removed the net bag.

Strange to say, the moment Zhongli bent down to cast the net, the sky suddenly changed drastically, and a cloud of thunderclouds filled with darkness and lightning struck, soon overwhelming the sky above Zhongli's head.

The clear blue sky contrasted sharply with the dark clouds, like a majestic battle.

"It's broken, this is the prelude to the storm." Zhong Li saw that the sky was not good, he hurriedly collected the net, turned the bow of the boat and wanted to return to the voyage, he had already figured out a rule when he lived by the sea, the sea changed its face and became ruthless.

He also understood another rule, don't try to fight against the sea, but he is also a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, he is still calm, and he controls the boat in an orderly manner.

There is no place for dinner, but there are still a few small dried fish at home, let's go back and cook them for the old man.

The roaring thunder kept ringing above Zhongli's head, but there was no rain, not even a breeze, and it was very stuffy.

Zhong Li was rowing the boat profusely with sweat, and a bad premonition struck him, that it would be a rainstorm in a while.

After paddling the boat for a while, Zhongli had an illusion that the boat seemed to have been in place and never moved.

But he has been paddling for a long time, even if there is a reverse tide, he will feel it, but the current sea is quiet and cautious.

Looking up at the sky, there is no sign of a seabird, and then looking down at the sea, deep like a cloudy eye.

Zhongli has never been so afraid of the ocean, and he is just a teenager.

When helpless, even more terrible things happened.

The blood-colored unknown liquid spread around the boat, spreading at an extremely fast speed, and soon reached the edge that Zhongli couldn't see. The boat sank into the blood-colored ocean, and Zhongli felt like the only survivor after the massacre.

Zhong Li is still a young man who has not reached the crown, so he has never seen this kind of scene before. He lay down on the boat in fear, not daring to face it. It was like a dream. He had enough sleep and just woke up.

But it was no dream, and soon he stopped deceiving himself.

Obviously there was no wind, but there was a wave on the sea surface, and the boat swayed with the waves, shaking more and more. Zhong Li swayed with the boat, and he grabbed the edge of the boat desperately with both hands. Once he fell into the sea of ​​blood, the consequences would be disastrous.

The sea seemed to be able to perceive Zhongli, shaking more violently, Zhongli could still hold on, but the boat couldn't stand the rolling of the waves, and Zhongli was overturned into the sea together.

This time it's really over, Zhongli only thinks about this.