Chapter 312 Master Zhiwei’s Wake-Up Call

Master Hu Tu held the golden scroll in his hand. No matter it was the Changbai Mountain covered with ice and snow, or Zhang Zhiwei in front of him, he read and practiced tirelessly, completely forgetting himself.

When you devote yourself wholeheartedly, there are no bottlenecks in practice. All questions are answered in an instant. You can't even tell whether it is the real answer or the delusion of a crazy person.

During this process, he felt the power, every joint opened like a valve, and the torrent of power washed through the blood vessels and nervous system, reaching every corner of the limbs.

Countless magical knowledge echoed in his mind, some he understood, some he didn't understand, but it didn't matter, unlock...unlock them all.

"Xiantian leads Zhou Tian, ​​covers the changes in Zhou Tian, ​​and turns me into a king... Xiantian leads Zhou Tian, ​​covers the changes in Zhou Tian, ​​and turns me into a king..."

"I have mastered all the changes in this world, and I am the king!"

Master Hu Tu roared and jumped up. The extremely complicated Qimen pattern began to expand violently from his feet. The scope was so large that it covered a mountain.

He stood in the middle palace of the Qimen Bureau, overlooking the surroundings, and flipped the four disks at will. The good, bad, and life and death of this world all depended on his thoughts.

"Hahahaha, it's done, I'm done!" He laughed loudly.

After laughing, he looked around and saw that there was no one around him. He was still in Changbai Mountain, but there was no snow around him. Time seemed to have passed for a long time.

"By the way, where is Master Zhiwei?"

Looking back on the past, he felt that there was a problem, but he didn't know where the problem was, so he could only think of a self-justifying explanation.

"After you teach me my skills, don't ask for any benefits and leave directly. When you're done, just brush off your clothes and hide your skills and fame. You are worthy of being Master Zhiwei!"

As for why it had been so long...he just thought it was because he was in seclusion.

Cultivation has no time, and there are thousands of years in the world. This is normal, very normal, he kept persuading himself in this way, and then left Changbai Mountain with his clothes fluttering.

Following his memory, he returned to Shu Zi Sect. He couldn't remember how he came back. He came back as soon as his thoughts came to him, just like switching scenes when dreaming. No need for logic, he could directly switch to the next scene.

But he vaguely remembered that he seemed to have come back by train. There were many people on the train. He also helped a couple with their children to protect them from the intrusion of human traffickers. He also followed the clues and wiped out the group of human traffickers in one go. Saved many abducted children.

"Something's wrong, something's wrong, it's so strange, this feeling...!"

The feeling that something was wrong was getting stronger, but he had no time to think.

Because, when he returned to Shuzimen, he didn't see any familiar people or things.

All I could see was the devastation all over the ground, as if it had been plowed through by artillery fire and turned into ruins.

This sudden panic suppressed the uneasiness in Master Hu Tu's heart.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the ruins. The entire Shuzi Gate was reduced to ashes. Only half of the plaque was spared, leaning sideways on a pile of ruins. The hot burning smell was mixed with a vomiting burnt smell. .

He walked in, stepped on it, and the Qimen Bureau unfolded. With a move of his hand, the Qimen Bureau seemed to have lost gravity. Everything floated and scattered around, filling the sky in bits and pieces.

This exposed a large number of charred corpses buried in the ruins.

"Ahhh... Haiwang, Haiwang!"

Master Hu Tu's expression changed, and he screamed and ran towards the charred corpses. Half-kneeling on the ground, he frantically dug through the corpses, identifying them one by one, hoping to find his son's body.

But the corpses were so badly damaged that they were completely unrecognizable, and he couldn't identify any of them. This was undoubtedly very unreasonable.

But he didn't think much about it. Anger and sadness almost filled his heart and his thinking.

"Who, who did it, who attacked my Shuzimen?"

Master Hutu roared and hissed.

In the darkness, Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the "National Master" who was using his methods next to him.

This scene is very familiar. He was plotted like this last time in the interior scene.

However, when he held Yuan Shouyi, his spirit, energy and spirit were almost integrated into one. The national master could not shake his mind, so it had no effect, but Master Hu Tu was obviously controlled.

Before, he disturbed Master Hu Tu's mind by summoning his soul. Then he took advantage of his unpreparedness, approached fiercely, and pulled his soul into the interior. Everything he saw now was "National Master". "A fabricated illusion.

"Hai Wang?" Zhang Zhiwei looked at Master Hu Tu who was rummaging through the body with a frantic look on his face. It seemed like he valued Hu Haiwang very much. However, during the Jiashen Rebellion, he learned that Hu Haiwang was sworn to Master Quan Xing. , he was the first to execute Hu Haiwang, took the body over, and gave an explanation to all the leaders.

At that time, Wu Gensheng had not yet called everyone back to learn the magical skills for the second time, but simply became a sworn sworn disciple.

In other words, Master Hu Tu executed his son not for the Eight Wonders, but because his son's collusion with the head of Quanxing might destroy the alien alliance that had finally united to deal with the Japanese pirates.

Master Hu Tu kept rummaging through the corpses, and he found charred corpses that were shocking but had long been difficult to identify.

Maybe his son is no longer here, maybe his son has been among them for a long time... Master Hu Tu just half-knelt on the ground, digging through the body frantically.

Inadvertently, he dug out a broken golden copper coin.

This is a somewhat special six-line money. There are some patterns around the money. This is unique. It was a gift he gave to his son when he was teaching him magic.

He held up the coins tremblingly, remembering the scene in his mind.

A small, tiger-headed little guy stumbled out, holding six coins in his hand, and said with a look of credit: "Father, father, I can learn the six-yao fortune-telling!"

He was overjoyed. He lifted his son high and spun him around. The yard was filled with the lively laughter of children.

His son is very talented in magic. He learned the six-yao hexagram before he taught him the six-yao technique.

So he took out six large coins, carved the patterns his son liked on them, and began to teach his son the six-line money technique.

Under the setting sun, one big and one small stood in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The eldest said: "From today on, you must treat them well, treat them as your most important partners, trust them unconditionally, and entrust your life and property to them. That way, they will not let you down!" "

The younger one said, "Yeah, yeah, I will treat them well and train them with my heart every day!"

This familiar scene made Master Hu Tu feel dazed for a moment. When he was young, he also swore like this in front of his master. Now it is his son's turn. This is inheritance.

Then, he bent down and taught his son step by step how to use the six big coins just now to make a fortune.

But suddenly, thick smoke and flames erupted from the body of the tiger-headed child in front of him. His skin and flesh were instantly festered and blackened, and tongues of fire were spitting out of his empty eye sockets.

Master Hu Tu glanced in a daze. There was no child in front of him, only a charred corpse that was beyond recognition.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, but his voice was not heard.

Because, at this moment, a thunderous sound sounded in the distance.

Master Hu Tu looked over and was stunned for a moment. Then, a stream of blood that was about to explode rushed straight into the Tianling Cap.

In front of the Shuzi Gate, there is a large school field for the disciples to practice, which is as big as several football fields. After all, many spells are quite powerful, such as Kunzi Tuheche.

At this moment, thunderous noises were heard from the other side of the school grounds. The dust was flying and connected into a line of pale yellow. The earth was shaking, as if an angry wave was approaching.

Soon, a huge army finally emerged from the smoke and dust, all in shit-yellow military uniforms, with the sun flag hanging high as red as blood.

"Is it you, is it you who destroyed my Shu Zi Sect? You are a fool!"

Master Hu Tu became furious in an instant. With one step, a huge Qimen pattern spread out, covering the entire school grounds.

He flipped the four disks violently, turning everything to the most beneficial position for himself, and then formed a seal with his hands:

"Xun Zi·Wind Blade!"

The order has been issued, and countless wind blades are flying in the air, connecting into one, blowing in the direction of the Japanese pirates.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The wind blade made bursts of clashing sounds of gold and iron, blowing past like a strong wind. The vanguard of the Japanese pirates who charged forward seemed to be hit head-on by a torrent of steel. They could only watch themselves being swallowed up by the sharp knife-like storm.

In just an instant, their shit-yellow military uniforms were torn to pieces by the wind blades, and the flesh and blood under the uniforms were blown away like dust, turning into a thick bloody mist.

In the high altitude, Zhang Zhiwei held his hands and looked down at the scene below. In this world, only the surroundings of the Shuzi Gate had real scenes, and the rest was shrouded in gray mist. Those Japanese pirate soldiers who suddenly appeared came out of the mist.

Next to him, the fist-sized "National Master" had eyes blazing like flying stars. He was waving his two small paws, weaving an illusion.

"The scope of this Qimen Bureau is simply a shame. I thought it was going to be like a battle of gods!" Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself.

But he remembered that the game played by Master Lu, one of the Three Elders of Wudang, in the interior scene could cover the whole world, that is, the entire universe.

In comparison, Hutu, which only covers the size of a few football fields, is already very restrained.

"It's time to end it, Imperial Master!" Zhang Zhiwei said softly.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

Soon, the deepest thoughts were already being mobilized.

The Imperial Master responded quickly.

Below, Master Hu Tu’s eyes were red and he roared:

"Death, everyone must die!"

But then, more Japanese pirates appeared, spread out into a half-moon formation, and surrounded and killed them.

Master Hu Tu was fearless and raised his hands to form a seal: "Danpeng!"

Flames rose from the Qimen pattern under his feet, turning into the shape of a roc and circling around him.

With a wave of his hand, the bird made of flames flapped its wings and flew away. The ground shook with a rumble, and the flames shot straight into the sky, knocking off the Japanese pirates who were charging forward.

The huge Qimen pattern is still expanding, and various heavenly stems and earthly branches that are difficult for ordinary people to see form a huge compass pattern.

Being in this pattern, Master Hu Tu felt that the blood all over his body was boiling, and the power flowing in his veins was like a giant dragon.

Not only that, his thinking was clear, his mind was as clear as a mirror, and he had all kinds of spells at his fingertips.

Facing the Japanese pirate army, he kept taking action, even approaching the limit of his own strength.

The four compass disks kept turning, and he used his spells again and again. The violent power and fire rushed into the sky, killing the Japanese pirates who came in batches.

Master Hu Tu could not count how many people he had killed. There were corpses everywhere and the ground was a mess, but the Japanese pirates kept coming.

Gradually, he felt tired and the power in his body had stagnated.

The cannonballs fired from the Japanese pirates made such a loud noise that he could not hear clearly, and the dust that was constantly flying into the sky blurred his vision.

He was very tired and wanted to rest, but the hideous and terrifying appearance of the charred corpses kept lingering in his mind.

At this time, a man suddenly appeared from the shadow under him, leaning back like a bow, and aiming at Master Hu Tu with a long knife in his hand.

At this distance, Master Hu Tu had no time to cast the spell. He realized that he had made a mistake. In addition to the army, there were also strangers among the Japanese pirates. The lightning flashed and the long sword fell. Although Master Hu Tu tried hard to dodge, he was still killed by the sword. legs.

The Japanese pirate raised his knife again, this time aiming at his head. He wanted to use the power of Qimen Dunjia, but the seemingly endless power before seemed to be exhausted, and he felt obscure and unsmooth.

In a flash of lightning, he subconsciously put his hand in his arms.

"brush!"

Six big coins flew out like a stream of light, piercing the Japanese pirate in front of him, and then flew into his hand spiritually.

Compared with the powerful and obscure skill of turning the four disks, the six-line money is surprisingly easy to use.

As the money jumped, he knew what he was thinking, and legs grew out of the soil and were connected to his broken limbs to act as prosthetic limbs.

More Japanese pirates rushed up, and the six big coins jumped up, arranged the hexagrams, and used their methods to kill them.

During the fight, Master Hu Tu did not count how many Japanese pirates he killed or how many injuries he received.

At this moment, many pictures appeared in his mind.

The amazing glimpse of the magical skills in the land of dragon veins has haunted me ever since.

When he was young, he swore to big money, saying that he would trust his life and ask big money to protect him for the rest of his life...

The two memories were intertwined with each other, and he suddenly felt panicked, as if he had betrayed his promise.

His cold expression gradually became blurry, as if he was trapped in a nightmare or just waking up from a big dream.

For no reason, he thought about yesterday and today. I am addicted to strange skills, and even want to abandon everything in the Shuzi Sect, but can I really let it go?

I learned a miraculous skill, but all the people in the sect were killed by Japanese pirates. Are miraculous skills really so important?

If I didn't study shamelessly, but stood with the people from the Shuzi Sect, would there be a different ending?

Master Hu Tu threw a big coin and hit the head of the Japanese pirate in front of him cleanly.

Then, he raised his eyes and looked around. There were corpses everywhere, but no Japanese pirates came forward anymore.

He spread his hands and looked down. Looking at the six large coins in his hand, Master Hu Tu was in a daze again.

When I was young, the scene of holding a large amount of money in front of my master and swearing that I would entrust my wealth and life to each other springs into my mind.

"You will be my most caring partners from now on. I will treat you well and train you with my heart every day..."

How long has it been since I obtained the magical skills from Master Zhiwei?

Master Hu Tu could not recall the specific date.

But suddenly, six big coins jumped up, and while flipping in the air, they sprouted legs and flew away from him quickly.

Looking at the big money going away, his heart twisted violently, and he felt that the world was leaving him.

"What do I need this wonderful skill for?"

His legs made of soil collapsed, and he collapsed to the ground, looking at the sky with dull eyes. The setting sun shone on his body, like a layer of gold.

In a daze, he seemed to see himself decades ago, putting a lot of money in his eyes, pointing the money eye at the sun, just like the scope of a gun, shouting that I will shoot up the sun and overthrow the sky, and then Throw big money hard.

The sun was not exploded, and the sky was not torn apart.

This is just a teenage fantasy.

But at this moment, he heard a faint sound of wind behind him.

He turned around.

"Pfft!"

At that time, big money was right between the eyebrows.