A black-robed man was leaning on a walking stick made of dead wood. His face was extremely pale, but he was blocking Lu Xiaotian's path. The black-robed man noticed someone behind him and turned around first.
The black-robed old man! Lu Xiaotian's hands and feet immediately turned cold. However, he seemed to have suffered heavy injuries. His complexion was even worse than before, and he had lost a leg. The only difference from when he left a few months ago was that there were a few more black bags on his waist.
"You're still in the valley? Very good, very good, cough cough … "
The black-robed old man's eyes lit up when he saw Lu Xiaotian. Because of his injuries, he coughed violently, and blood seeped out of his abdomen.
"Geng, Elder Geng!"
Lu Xiaotian cursed inwardly. If the black-robed old man found out that the little green insects in the cave were eating each other and that there were only a few left, he would be furious. However, seeing the black-robed old man's broken leg, Lu Xiaotian could not help but take two steps back. He had the urge to run away.
"Come back!" The black-robed old man's eyes were extremely sharp. He could tell at a glance that Lu Xiaotian wanted to run away. He stretched out his hand and beckoned from afar.
"What, what's going on?" Lu Xiaotian was terrified. His body was bound by a huge force, and he could not help but float toward the black-robed old man.
The black-robed old man pulled Lu Xiaotian to his side and asked, "Why do you want to run away when you see me? Am I very scary? "
"I, I …" Lu Xiaotian stammered, not daring to speak the truth.
The black-robed old man's face flashed. He grabbed Lu Xiaotian's wrist and said pleasantly, "Forget it. You want to learn magic very much, right? I didn't want to accept disciples before, but now that I'm seriously injured, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on much longer. I still need to find someone to pass on my legacy. Are you willing to be my disciple?"
"Accept me as your disciple?"
Lu Xiaotian was astonished. The black-robed old man had only ordered him to do some chores in the past, and was not even willing to speak to him. Now, he said he wanted to accept him as his disciple. His heart was filled with joy, but at the same time, there was a trace of doubt.
"That's right, I don't have much longer to live. If I don't accept disciples now, am I supposed to bring all my skills to the grave?"
The black-robed old man coughed up a few more drops of blood. The third-rank talisman was truly powerful. He had used all of his strength to withstand most of the attacks, but he was still hit by two arrows. Losing a leg was not fatal. What really made it difficult for him to continue was that the arrow in his abdomen had already injured his lungs. Not to mention a cultivator at the peak of the Qi Refining realm, even a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment realm would be in grave danger if they didn't have a top-notch healing pill.
"Yes, Master. Disciple greets Master." Lu Xiaotian was indescribably excited. He didn't expect that the black-robed old man would be willing to accept him as a disciple at this moment.
"Forget it, forget it. There's no need for such formalities. Quickly bring Master back to the cave. Master doesn't have much time left. If I don't hurry, I'm afraid I won't be able to teach you anything." The black-robed old man grabbed Lu Xiaotian's wrist, not allowing him to kowtow.
"Yes, Master. No, but I haven't returned for nearly two days. I'm afraid those Shadow Ants …" Originally, Lu Xiaotian had planned to leave immediately. However, now that the black-robed old man was willing to accept him as a disciple, he didn't plan to hide it any longer. He directly confessed his mistake.
"A few Shadow Ants are nothing. If they die, we can just cultivate another batch. Let's go back first."
The black-robed old man shook his head. Lu Xiaotian was slightly astonished. Master's attitude had really changed greatly.
"Then Disciple will carry you back." Although Lu Xiaotian was astonished, he finally heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. He thought, "Being a disciple should be different from being a servant."
"There's no need. Follow me." The black-robed old man shook his head.
Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiaotian felt as if there was a gentle wind pushing him from behind. The black-robed old man tapped his walking stick on the ground and brought him several feet away. His movements were incomparably agile.
Lu Xiaotian was inwardly shocked. Master was indeed powerful. He could only move about five feet with a single step when he circulated his Primordial Qi. However, Master was seriously injured and had lost a leg, yet he was still able to move about three feet with a single step when he was carrying him. Since he had become Master's disciple, he felt that the relationship between the two of them was much closer than before.
He asked, "Master, what kind of magic did you use? It's really powerful. Can I learn it in the future? "
"If you can learn it in the future, you'll be even more powerful than Master. Master is injured. Don't speak." The black-robed old man panted heavily.
Hearing Master's heavy voice, Lu Xiaotian quickly shut his mouth and kept quiet.
The distance of five or six miles was not far at all. A moment later, the cave that was blocked by stones appeared in front of them.
The black-robed old man waved his hand and a whirlwind blew, blowing away the stones in front of the cave. Lu Xiaotian was incomparably excited. Just as he was about to speak, he remembered Master's instructions and quickly swallowed the words back into his stomach.
"Quickly go and boil a bucket of water. Once the water is hot, pour this bottle of medicine into the water." The black-robed old man handed Lu Xiaotian a small bottle of medicine and spat out a mouthful of blood. Just now, he had used up a lot of strength and his injuries had worsened.
Lu Xiaotian saw that the black-robed old man's injuries were so serious that he quickly nodded and did as he was told. He had prepared water in the cave before. Soon, he boiled a bucket of water according to the black-robed old man's instructions and moved the stones to block the entrance of the cave.
The black-robed old man breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "The Heavens have not forsaken me. I finally made it in time. If I hadn't met this kid, perhaps I would have really died in this canyon."
"Master, the cave has been repaired." Lu Xiaotian clapped his hands and said.
"En, sit in the bucket." The black-robed old man nodded and said with a kind expression.
Under the light, Lu Xiaotian hesitated for a moment. He felt that the black-robed old man's gaze was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.
"Still not going in?" The black-robed old man urged.
Since he had accepted him as a disciple, there shouldn't be any problems. If things didn't go well, he would just be whipped again. Lu Xiaotian thought in his heart and sat in the bucket as he was told. As soon as the medicine touched his body, he was a little surprised and felt that his pores seemed to be sealed. Then, his whole body felt like it was being pricked by countless steel needles. It was extremely painful. He screamed and instinctively tried to get up and get out of the bucket.
At this time, the black-robed old man's withered finger pressed on his forehead, making him unable to move. At the same time, he let out a strange laugh and said with a gloomy face, "My good disciple, how does Master's Soul Sealing Soup taste?"
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