The old scholar had not yet finished speaking. Po Liuhan slowly stood up. Want to kill Xia Ming? Kill him first to defeat Liuhan! Taking a deep breath, Xia Ming followed suit and stood up. Xia Ming knew that the scrawled old man opposite was not something they could deal with. At this time, we still have to try our best to delay time and look for that life-saving glimmer of hope in a dead situation. If that doesn't work, it would be good to buy precious rescue time for Master Wei. It's a pity, how could the old scholar give Xia Ming such a chance?
Throwing the brush into his sleeve robe, the moribund old man walked towards Xia Ming and the others little by little. He walked neither slowly nor slowly, and every step was firm, as firm as a death-seeking death.
Xia Ming's eyes tightened, and when his throat rolled, one ear stood out. "Stop it!" "I don't allow you to touch them!" "You said I am the grandson of your sect's Yasheng! The son of Gongshi!" "Can't I protect them?!" Staring at the old scholar in front of him, he straightened his spine with one ear. One ear knows that there is no need to be empty at this time. If it is empty, it will be all over. With a faint glance at one ear, the old scholar slowly took out an old notebook from his sleeve robe. After rummaging for a few breaths, a faint smile suddenly appeared on the old scholar's weathered face. "Hui Thirty-Seven, your Yasheng Ancestor still has a favor in the account, do you want to use it?" "This……" Listening to the old scholar's words, one ear immediately became entangled. One ear knows very well how precious the favor that his ancestor is reluctant to use is. During the silence, the old scholar continued to walk towards Xia Ming. When he moved, one ear panicked. "Use! I use! Use!" does it worth?
For one ear, worth it! Horsey!
Xia Ming can save me! Can't I save them? How many life and death crises have they stood in front of me!
This time I will block it for them!
The worst he can do is get beaten to death by his ancestor! Quack!
I'm not a rat! The steps gradually stopped, and the smile on the corner of the old scholar's mouth became a little stronger. This business shouldn't be too cost-effective. The lives of two ants are exchanged for the favor of a sub-sage. Heaven's Favorite [Thief on the Road]! As his thoughts floated around, the old scholar's eyes flashed with light. "Hui Thirty-Seven, if you want to use this favor, you have to give me a pledge, an object that can represent Ya Sheng's identity." Without any hesitation, Yi Er directly took out a slender waistband from his arms. On the waistband, there are several large characters written clearly
——The Lord of Wuliang Mountain. The moment Yi Er was about to hand over his waist card, Xia Ming grabbed his wrist. "and many more……" "Don't worry yet." As soon as Xia Ming said these words, the old scholar slowly narrowed his eyes. When the two looked at each other, the old scholar seemed to see a pair of wolf eyes. "Jade cards can be given, favors can be eliminated..." After a moment of pause, Xia Ming spoke in a serious tone. "But the three of us brothers still need to join the Taoist bandits...just give us a [Ji Ren] treatment." In a flash of lightning, Xia Ming made this decision. He wants to join this mysterious road thief! Scholars... Juren... Gongshi... Yasheng... Thinking of these familiar titles, Xia Ming's heart was filled with shock. His intuition told him that this [robber on the road] definitely knew some secret!
One-Ear's father and ancestor are all related to the "Taoist Robbers", so how can it be so simple?
Horsey!
If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you catch the tiger's cubs?
Now that you have entered the path of immortality, you should dare to fight and fight!
A man, what is there to be ashamed of? …… When Xia Ming's thoughts came to his mind, the old scholar showed a sneer. it is good!
What a greedy wolf cub!
You’re not afraid that you won’t be able to eat it!
You actually want to be a judge?
Guo Xiucai worked hard for so many years before he stole the third floor of the Grand View Hall and accumulated contribution points to become a Juren. He just wanted to win three Juren with a small mouth? The old scholar's expression darkened, and then he waved his hand and pushed one ear aside. "Hui Thirty-Seven, Yasheng's favor is very precious, don't waste it!"
Before he finished speaking, the old scholar continued to walk towards Xia Ming. It looked like he was going to kill someone. … The old scholar approached step by step, and Xia Ming's heart lifted a little bit. This is a game, the bet is on who will surrender first, and the chips are the chips of both parties. Obviously, Xia Ming is at a disadvantage. "Two Juren..." Ignoring Xia Ming's words, the old scholar continued to move forward. Seeing that the scrawled old man had stretched out his skinny fingers, Xia Ming was heartbroken. "Three scholars! Damn it! Otherwise! You will kill me!" "One ear! Listen carefully, you horse-rider! Don't change it!" Skinny fingers gently touched Xia Ming's eyebrows, and the old scholar spoke calmly. "make a deal." Looking at the scrawled old man in front of him, Xia Ming clenched his fists tightly. After accepting the jade token in Yi Er's arms and making Yi Er swear a blood oath, the old scholar looked at Xia Ming and the other three. …… "Come on, come on." "Since you have committed theft in my way, you should learn my Great Thief Sutra." "Take off one of the Dao ribs, and I will inscribe the Great Thief Sutra on it for you." "Anyway, I'm fine, so I'll tell you our [road thieves] rules." …… The ribs of Gray Thirty-Seven were obtained by an old scholar. Po Liuhan pulled out his ribs himself, while Po Liuhan pulled out Xia Ming's ribs for him. Looking at the two ribs of Xia Ming and Po Liuhan, a strange color flashed between the old scholar's brows. While refining the ribs and inscribing Tao scriptures, the old scholar also told Xia Ming and the others about the rules of "Taoist Stealing". Generally speaking, there are no rules for [robbers on the road]. I usually read "The Book of Thieves" a lot, and I can take on or off tasks within the organization. There are also levels within the bandits on the road, from low to high, Tongsheng, Xiucai, Juren, Gongshi, Jinshi... The higher the level, the higher the authority and the better the treatment. If you want to improve the level, you need to accumulate contribution points.
Of course, these contribution points can also be traded internally. …… Hearing this, Xia Ming was a little confused. Why does such a loose bandit on the road make the monk so crazy? After all, Xia Ming witnessed Guo Xiucai's promotion. In order to become a scholar, he even reached into the First Corpse City!
If he is caught, he will die! What could this guy trade for with his life?
When Xia Ming was confused, an equally curious ear immediately asked. "What can I do with this contribution?" "Contribution points can be used to exchange items. As long as your contribution points are enough, you can even exchange them for Immortal Xianzhou, True Demon flesh and blood... Of course, the things you get can also be quickly exchanged for contribution points. When you reach a high level, You can even post a reward and let the [robbers on the road] serve you... As long as you can afford the price, there is nothing in this world that we on the road thieves dare not steal!" "How to trade...how to quickly exchange it for contribution points...I won't have to come to you every time, right?" "Hui Thirty-Seven...your ancestor is really good at hiding things." While smiling, the old scholar returned the rib of one ear to him. "Refining it, reciting the Great Thief Sutra for a long time, the secret will naturally appear." While speaking, the old scholar also returned the ribs of Xia Ming and Po Liuhan. Seeing the alert look in Xia Ming's eyes, the old scholar said calmly: "It's okay to tell you that the ribs engraved with "The Great Thief Sutra" are the key, the key to the [Great Thief Heaven]. Our [Great Thief Heaven] was born out of the Immortal Heaven and the Outer Heaven... As I said, as long as we Think about it, there is nothing in this world that we [robbers on the road] cannot steal!" Looking quietly at the scrawling old man opposite, Xia Ming had a dull look on his face. [What a thief old man, deceiving people like this? You can fool one ear with your words, but you dare to lie to me, Xia Ming? They have never been to Tianwaitian, but I have been! How miraculous is the sky outside the sky! How could it be compared to a great thief? What the immortals created can also be understood by mortals? 】 [I want to see what medicine you are selling in your gourd! 】 When the idea came to his mind, Xia Ming refined the rib engraved with words. As his spiritual consciousness continued to infiltrate, Xia Ming's ears unexpectedly echoed with the mysterious sound of chanting sutras. Listening to those faint chanting sounds, Xia Ming's soul began to sink little by little. [The Tao can be stolen, but it is very Tao; the Tao can be stolen, but it is very Tao! 】 [Fuck, the money fell to the ground, the BMW flew into the air, drove away from the fire to be burned, and was blown away by the Sunda wind. 】 [Like lotus flowers blooming everywhere, like white snow flying in the sky, ascending to heaven and descending to the throne of Kun, all sentient beings are on the road together! 】 …… As the sound of chanting gradually disappeared, Xia Ming slowly opened his eyes. Then, he was no longer calm. Looking at everything in front of him, Xia Ming couldn't help but let out a sound of exclamation. ——Fuck!
——What the hell is this place!
——Where have I been? (End of chapter)