It wasn't until all the cultivators who chased after him left that Fatty put down the bowl of rice that had been empty for the umpteenth time. Only now did he have a sense of reality of escaping from the control of Divine Imperial Sect. He no longer had to worry about not being able to walk out of the blood array alive, and no longer had to worry about being eaten alive.
Looking up at the three people in front of him, his eyes darkened. After a while, he seemed to have finally decided something. Suddenly, he stood up, took a step to the side and bowed down.
"Thank you, Seniors, for saving my life." He kowtowed seriously, and seemed to have used too much force, directly making a small pit in the ground. "I know that you may not care for my repayment, but I will always remember this kindness. My cultivation is low, and I know that my body is special. With my strength alone, sooner or later I will become food for others. So … "He suddenly turned to look at Lonemoon." Can Senior please teach me the real Dao of cultivation? "
Lonemoon was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Fatty. "From what you say, you want to rely on us?"
Fatty gritted his teeth and kowtowed a few more times, his expression even more serious. "Although it's a bit difficult, I have no other choice. Senior, please help me."
Lonemoon's eyes narrowed, and he put on the professional expression of an unscrupulous businessman. Smiling, he said, "You want us to teach you cultivation. Aren't you afraid that just after chasing away the wolf, a tiger will come in? You must know that we are cultivators too. Maybe we are also here for your body. You must know that your flesh and blood are very beneficial to cultivation. "
"No!" Fatty shook his head hard, his eyes full of trust. Subconsciously, he turned to look at Shen Ying who was lying lazily on the table beside him. For some reason, from the first time he saw Miss Shen, he had a strange feeling that this person could be absolutely trusted. That feeling was very strange, but it was imprinted in his mind for no reason.
"If you are here for my flesh and blood, that's even better!" He suddenly smiled, not only not caring at all, but even said with some joy, "It's a fact that you have saved me. If Senior needs me to repay you with my body, then I will return this life of mine to Senior. How about that?"
Only then did Lonemoon stop smiling. This was a good fatty who could distinguish right from wrong. Saving him was not in vain. In fact, he didn't want to let this matter go. Who asked him to be related to the Rule Force? Before he figured it out, he naturally wouldn't let him be eaten by those people.
Thinking of this, he could not help but speak with some sincerity, "Alright, you don't have to worry! To tell you the truth, your body is indeed strange, but we also want to know why. But before that, I will protect you no matter what. As for cultivation … "He was somewhat hesitant.
Fatty anxiously kowtowed a few more times. "Senior, please grant me my wish. I … I will definitely work hard to cultivate. Before that, I will fully cooperate with you to find out the cause of the abnormality in my body, whether it is to bleed or cut off my flesh! "
Lonemoon frowned. "I said I don't want your flesh and blood!"
"Then you can have anything you want as long as I have it! From today onwards, my body belongs to Senior. "
"Who wants your body? I … Wait a minute! Why are you taking off your clothes! "He quickly pressed his hand down.
"Senior!" Yet Fatty still looked like he was seriously offering himself. He even picked up the fruit knife on the table. "Which piece do you want? I will cut it for you now."
"Holy shit! Who asked you to cut it, wait a minute … Why are you two wastrels looking at me like that? "
"… No!" The master and disciple immediately looked up at the sky.
"If not, why did you suddenly run so far away?" They were already three feet away!
Both of them took another step back, their faces filled with "I didn't expect you to be like this, Father Niu".
"You won't even let Fatty off, so scary!"
"No wonder he's always single, so this is his taste."
"That's enough, you two!" I'm straight, I'm straight, alright? Also, can you guys lower your voice when you're whispering? I can hear you!
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"Senior."
"You shut up!"
"…"
— — — —
In the end, Lonemoon still agreed to Fatty's request to learn sorcery. After all, the realm gates loosened the last time because his cultivation increased. In other words, the higher his cultivation, the faster the nomological power would return to normal.
And now, Fatty only had a high cultivation, but did not know any sorcery, not even the most basic sword kinesis. He looked like a Nascent Soul cultivator, but any Golden Core cultivator could probably kill him.
So he definitely had to teach him, but who would teach him, that was the problem. Chef rejected him righteously. He had to be in charge of everyone's three meals a day, in addition to Shen Ying's afternoon tea, supper, snacks, fruits and pastries, and Fatty's white rice. He had no time at all. And Shen Ying … Forget it!
Therefore, this glorious task naturally fell on Lonemoon's head.
Lonemoon did not have much of an opinion at first. After all, with Fatty's affinity with Spirit Qi, it was not a matter of minutes to increase his cultivation, not to mention some commonly used sorcery and cultivation mantras. He felt that Fatty must be the disciple that he had the easiest time teaching.
Until, for the 108th time, he fell from the sword without any warning …
Lonemoon: "…"
Shen Ying: "…"
Yi Qing: "…"
Flips table!
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Why was it that a person with cultivation cheats, who had risen by four whole realms, could not even learn sword kinesis?
What a scam!
Fatty crawled out of the pit for the nth time, his face covered in dirt. He looked weakly at Lonemoon, who was full of murderous intent. "Mas … Master."
"Who's your master!" I only said I would teach you, I never said I would take you in as a disciple. Lonemoon glared at him and took a deep breath before saying, "Come, explain to me, how did you manage to fly halfway and then break the sword in half?" Spirit swords were worthless!
Fatty lowered his head and shrunk into a fat quail. "I was wrong!"
Lonemoon looked at the spirit sword that had broken into two for the nth time, and felt his heart hurt.
"Forget it, Father Niu." Shen Ying could not help but comfort him. "He's a newbie."
"Even newbies should not waste their swords like that." Was that broken sword? That was a broken spirit stone!!
"It's not easy for him to look like this, please understand." Discriminating against body shapes was not right. "As the saying goes: good-looking skin bags are all the same, interesting fatties … more than 100 kilograms! Cherish them! "
Lonemoon: "…"
Hui Ze: "…"
Was Miss Shen helping him? Why did he feel like he was stabbed again?
"It's already noon anyway, why don't we …" Eat first?
"Wastrel, shut up!"
"Oh …"
"Why don't we let him use this." Yi Qing stepped forward, took out a long sword that was surrounded by immortal Qi, and handed it to Fatty.
"Immortal weapon?" Lonemoon frowned. "He can't even control spirit swords …"
"Let him try!" Yi Qing looked serious.
Lonemoon was stunned for a moment, then nodded. The strange thing was, Fatty could actually control immortal swords. Although he fell from the sky from time to time, and flew like a plane, he did not break another immortal sword.
Lonemoon observed carefully, and realized that although Fatty was not familiar with the control of spirit Qi, it was not a big problem. But the key problem was: His control of sword Qi was terrible!
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