Chapter 69 Teacher Training

What to do? Run away, or run away? Or run away?

In a duel between masters, the most taboo thing is distraction. Hu Zhenhua was a little distracted by the sudden appearance of Songhe Laodao, and immediately forgot to shoot the three flying knives in his hand.

But his opponent Qingyang was not affected by this. Seeing Hu Zhenhua take out three flying knives, he knew that the situation was not good. He quickly attacked first and slashed at Hu Zhenhua with his palm.

Just when Hu Zhenhua decided to run away, Qingyang's attack was close. Hu Zhenhua was immediately shocked, but unfortunately he was a step slower in reaction and was slashed by Qingyang's palm on the back of his head. Although Qingyang's strength was slightly worse than his, Hu Zhenhua still fell to the ground with his eyes rolled up after being hit hard, and fainted in the blink of an eye.

It was so thrilling just now. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of the master to help, maybe this time it would be finished. Compared with the real first-class masters in the martial arts world, I am still a little worse. Even with the help of the divine mind, I almost lost. It seems that I have to keep a low profile in the future.

Looking up at the Taoist Songhe, Qingyang said: "Thank you for your help, Master."

The Taoist Songhe nodded and said: "You have made great progress, but you still lack experience in the martial arts world. I am very worried about you. Don't you realize that you still have something to do about life and death?"

"What is it?" Qingyang was stunned.

Seeing that his apprentice was still a little bit ignorant, the Taoist Songhe's face instantly became extremely ugly. He snorted coldly and said: "If you don't cut the grass at the root, it will grow again in the spring breeze. Kill him for me."

"Master, this..." Qingyang couldn't help but hesitate.

This can't be blamed on Qingyang. He is only a teenager this year. He has never walked alone in the martial arts world. He used to follow his master. Taoist Songhe is a martial arts master who roams the world and plays games. In recent years, he has become more skilled and bold. He rarely kills his enemies, and often teaches them a lesson, unless they are extremely evil.

Even Taoist Songhe himself rarely kills people, not to mention Qingyang who is protected by him. Although Qingyang has experienced a lot of actual combat in the past ten years, and some evil people have been injured by him, if you count carefully, he has never killed anyone with his own hands.

Because of this, Qingyang was a little hesitant. It was not that he did not dare to kill, nor that he did not know how to kill, but that he had never killed before, and he had not yet reacted to the transformation of his master.

Seeing Qingyang like this, Taoist Songhe felt a little distressed for a moment, sighed, and said: "It's all my fault. I have protected you too much over the years and made you forget the dangers of the world. People are born good, but that is used to teach children, but the real situation is that human nature is evil. Everyone has evil thoughts in their hearts. It's just that most people are not tempted enough that they can temporarily remain kind. When the benefits are great to a certain extent, even saints, even close relatives can turn against each other. Have you forgotten how your brother and sister-in-law treated you after your parents died? Have you forgotten how you got out of the secret? After the land, how did the Tiger Gang turn against each other? "

As if he felt that his words were not enough to warn him, the old Taoist Songhe said again: "Do you think that Master, I tricked you to go up the mountain out of kindness? I also had selfish motives. I just wanted to find someone to take care of you in your old age and pass on the mantle of Xiping Temple. To put it nicely, I saved you from the sea of ​​suffering, but in fact, I was trafficking people. "

The old Taoist Songhe said this with great pains, and Qingyang burst into tears. At this moment, he really understood, understood the good intentions of the master, and knew what the master wanted to teach him.

Qingyang nodded solemnly and said: "Master, I know what to do."

After that, Qingyang didn't wait for the old Taoist Songhe to say anything. He walked a few steps to Hu Zhenhua's side, then raised his palm, and slapped it with all his strength. With a click, Hu Zhenhua on the ground broke through his bones, and his flesh and blood collapsed all over the ground. Yes, he couldn't die anymore.

After killing Hu Zhenhua, Qingyang returned to Taoist Songhe with a serious expression. It was the first time that he killed someone with his own hands, and it was such a bloody killing method. Qingyang did not feel any discomfort. It was unknown whether it was because Taoist Songhe had taught him well or he was born to do such things.

Seeing that his disciple understood what he meant, Taoist Songhe's face finally improved a little. He nodded and said to Qingyang: "My disciple, people's hearts are treacherous, and people in the rivers and lakes are even more treacherous, and the dangers on the road to immortality are countless times greater than the rivers and lakes. Since you have embarked on this road, Master can no longer accompany you. This is the most important teacher's training I give you, and perhaps the last teacher's training. Don't trust anyone easily."

Taoist Songhe had never said any teacher's training before, but this time, he said it very solemnly. Qingyang knew that this was because Master was worried about him. In the past, Master had always been the backing of everything, but it would be different in the future. He had to go through the long road alone, and it was a road to immortality that was countless times more dangerous than the rivers and lakes. How could Master not worry?

Should the people of the Tiger Gang die? Of course they deserved to die. Just because they wanted to kill people to silence them, it would not be an exaggeration to destroy the Tiger Gang, especially Hu Zhenhua. Qingyang almost died in his hands several times. But the purpose of Songhe Taoist was not to kill Hu Zhenhua, but to leave a deep impression on himself. Don't trust people easily, be careful in everything, try to eliminate the budding state of danger, don't leave trouble for yourself, and kill decisively, so as to go further.

After all, Qingyang is only a teenager, and he has never left the wings of Songhe Taoist and ventured into the world alone. How could he be decisive and kill people as soon as he set foot on the road of cultivation, and even convince those old ghosts who have practiced for dozens or hundreds of years?

However, this time Songhe Taoist taught Qingyang a profound lesson. I believe he will remember this scene deeply and will not make such low-level mistakes in the future.

Taoist Songhe's strength has not recovered yet. He just came out to scare Hu Zhenhua because he saw his apprentice in danger. Now he taught his apprentice a lesson. He was a little tired after standing for a while. He casually told Qingyang a few words and went back to the cave to rest.

After Qingyang learned this lesson, his temperament seemed to be more stable. Without the master's instructions, he dragged Hu Zhenhua's body over and threw it into the river to float away. Then he covered all the bloodstains on the ground and dealt with all the clues.

He was not afraid that the people of the Tiger Gang would chase him, but he was worried that the bloodstains here would attract the beasts in the mountains. Taoist Songhe was injured, and they did not plan to leave here for the time being. They had to live in the cave in the near future, so there was no need to cause trouble for themselves.