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The words were like sharp swords, piercing Hu Xiuwu's heart and making him cry blood. After Wu Dechang's death, he wanted to burn incense for his master. His master had already told him not to return to Maoshan and not to bring trouble back to Maoshan.
Especially the experience during this period of time down the mountain made him realize the importance of the Eight Great Skills.
Just the Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Ghosts was enough to attract the Three Corpses Tu Junfang to secretly break into Mount Mao. If people knew that he had been exposed to the Eight Wonders, who knows how many strange people would take the risk and break into Mount Mao, disturbing the peace of the mountain.
He even didn't dare to mention his master's name easily in normal times. Whenever the moon was high in the sky and the night was as dark as water, the name would linger in his mind, but it was extremely difficult to utter these three simple words.
Hu Xiuwu said in a deep voice: "Are you here to comment on my character?"
"No, no, you misunderstood."
Wang Zhenqiu hurriedly shook his head, his eyes widened, with an expression that said, "How can you look at me like that? Am I such a noble person?"
"I'm just a little confused. From your experience in Worm Valley, I can see that you are not the kind of heartless, disloyal or unfilial person. There must be a reason why you don't go back."
"What on earth could have forced a talented disciple of the Shangqing Sect to not dare to return to the mountain to burn incense for his master?"
"If you have committed a serious crime, Shangqing didn't send anyone to arrest you, and they followed the sect rules. But if you haven't committed a serious crime, Shangqing isn't the kind of sect that has strict rules and is cold and ruthless. It's only natural for a disciple to send his master off for the last time. Why don't you dare go back?"
It’s a cancer, it really is a cancer. Once you get it, it’s hard to get rid of it.
We can’t let Wang Zhenqiu go any deeper. If he continues to investigate, he will easily find out about Teacher Zhang Huaiyi.
If a third person knew about the Baxian Mountain and knew that the Jiashen Rebellion was related to Hu Xiuwu, the tacit understanding between Hu Xiuwu and Zhao Fangxu would be broken, which would show that Hu Xiuwu was a loophole, and the honeymoon period between Hu Xiuwu and Nadutong would end.
If there is one person who can discover the secret of the Eight Wonders from Hu Xiuwu, there will be a second person, and the loopholes must be filled. Zhao Fangxu finally put the overall situation first, and his kindness would only give one chance.
By then, it won't be as simple as a breakdown of the relationship, it will be a step towards divorce, and the worst kind, where it's either you or me.
Hu Xiuwu whispered, "It's just that my master passed away and I want to go home to fulfill my filial duty. Even an extraordinary person needs to eat. Not everyone likes to be a Taoist priest. How can such a simple matter be made so complicated by you? You really have a big imagination."
Wang Zhenqiu teased Hu Xiuwu: "Oh, if that's the case, do you mind if I go to Jinmen to take a look? I heard that your master died in Jinmen and the cause of death is unknown. Maybe I can help you find out the cause of your master's death."
The door of Luofeng was opened, and the sword of Zhegui was thrust out.
Wherever the sword pointed, the wind blew forward, and on the rooftop covered with dust, like Moses parting the sea, the thick dust was rolled up to both sides, sweeping out a straight and clean path of wind.
The end of the road is where Wang Zhenqiu is, which is the exit of the incident.
The intersection of the stick and the sword stirred up a circle of air waves, pushing the dust off the roof, and the dust floated down, like smog that had arrived in the old city in advance.
Wang was sitting in the classroom, but outside the window there was a dusty rain that was difficult for ordinary people to distinguish. This made Wang worry about Hu Xiuwu, wondering what had happened to him.
Hu Xiuwu once told him that his elder brother Hu Bayi was a well-connected person, so would he like to give him a call?
The thought flashed through his mind, and Wang Ye shook his head.
If Hu Bayi could come, Hu Xiuwu would call Hu Bayi himself and he wouldn't need to wait for long.
Although thinking this, Wang Ye was still a little worried about Hu Xiuwu's safety and wanted to help him.
Sizzling—
The stool rubbed against the tiles, making a harsh sound. Jin Yuanyuan looked at Wang Ye who suddenly stood up in surprise:
"Xiao Ye, what are you doing? You scared me! Hey, where are you going? Class is about to start!"
"I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back."
Wang Ye ran all the way, but he did not run to the rooftop. Instead, he ran downstairs and reached the broadcasting room on the second floor of the teaching building.
It was still early, the teacher in the broadcasting room had not arrived yet, and the door was locked. Wang Ye secretly apologized. Anyway, his father had money, so he could let him pay for it.
Wang Ye swung his palm and hit the iron door. The sound was not loud, and the lock of the iron door did not break, but it shattered the thinner bolts.
The door didn't open, it just fell off the wall.
Turning sideways, Wang entered the broadcasting room and took a quick look, guessing the general function of the equipment in the room. Fortunately, his English was good enough, so he understood most of it and found the start button for the broadcast.
When the button was pressed, the melodious and cheerful saxophone music echoed in every corner of the school. The sudden ringing of the bell made the students think that the class had started. Only a few careful students noticed that the time was wrong, as the bell for class rang a long time earlier.
Wang Ye wiped the sweat from his forehead. He didn't practice cultivation to fight with others, and he had very little experience in fighting with others. If a fight really broke out up there, he would easily hold Hu Xiuwu back if he rushed to the rooftop, so he could only help Hu Xiuwu from the side.
Hopefully, the music will remind them where they are and allow them to calm down and consider the consequences.
Chapter 219 Hibernation
The tip of the Zhegui sword easily tore through the Qi in front of Wang Zhenqiu, as easy as a rabbit's steel teeth biting through vegetable leaves. Without using the divine mask, he was no match for Hu Xiuwu.
When the sword was about to hit him, Wang Zhenqiu immediately rushed down like a tiger:
"Sir, I was wrong."
With a thud, Wang Zhenqiu fell to his knees, making three small groans on the waterproof roof. He admitted his mistakes loudly with a sincere attitude and genuine actions.
Wang Zhenqiu knelt on the ground without looking up, looking calm. Although he didn't look at the sword, he was not afraid. He seemed to be sure that Hu Xiuwu could not swing the sword down.
This is simply a gamble with one's life at stake, a huge bet, and the price of losing is death.
Hu Xiuwu could even vaguely feel Wang Zhenqiu laughing in his ear.
It's just death!
The sharp sword tip stopped steadily on Wang Zhenqiu's forehead. The sword wind split Wang Zhenqiu's bangs in half, but did not hurt Wang Zhenqiu at all.
In a trance, Wang Zhenqiu seemed to feel a crystal clear jade rabbit standing on the tip of the sword, baring its teeth and claws at him, and punching him with its two short hands. But Wang Zhenqiu did not move an inch, and had full confidence in Hu Xiuwu's swordsmanship.
"You keep making fun of my master's reputation. Do you really think my sword is not good?"
Hu Xiuwu pressed the sword down, pressing it on Wang Zhenqiu's shoulder and against his neck, leaving a bloody mark on his neck.
Wang Zhenqiu held up the sword and said sincerely, "I was too frivolous and disrespectful to Senior Wu Dechang. I admit my mistake."
"Do you want me to kowtow to Senior Wu?"
Hu Xiuwu gritted his teeth and his sword-holding hand clenched involuntarily.
Although Wang Zhenqiu's attitude was sincere, Hu Xiuwu did not feel that he had won. Even if Wang Zhenqiu gave in, the matter was not resolved.
He had thought of taking advantage of Wang Zhenqiu's mention of his master to start a fight. Wang Zhenqiu and he had a big fight in the school of Sijiu City, so Nadutong would have to mediate afterwards. With Wang Zhenqiu's reputation, Nadutong would understand him, and with Zhao Fangxu's side manipulation, the two of them had just made a great contribution.
The biggest possibility is that Wang Zhenqiu will be punished with fifty strokes of the cane and expelled from the city, and he will not be allowed to go to the southwest again in the future.
But what Hu Xiuwu did not expect was that Wang Zhenqiu was indeed a cancer that had been entrenched in the southwest for many years. He was experienced and decisively surrendered when he saw that the situation was not right. Even though Hu Xiuwu had the sword on Wang Zhenqiu's neck, it was he who was being held up.
When Wang Zhenqiu had obviously surrendered, he really swung his sword and seriously injured Wang Zhenqiu. That would be a more serious problem than a brawl, and Naduotong must be held accountable and find out the reason.
Once things go beyond a certain line and the inside story can no longer be concealed, Zhao Fangxu will definitely not help him anymore.
Companions can turn into enemies in an instant, and mortal enemies at that.
Just when Hu Xiuwu was in a dilemma, the music of country saxophone rang out throughout the campus.
The school bell rang.
Hu Xiuwu used this as an excuse to take back the Zhegui Sword: "I still have classes to go to. After class, I don't want to see you again."
These words were not spoken to Wang Zhenqiu, but to himself. He had to find a way to get rid of Wang Zhenqiu before the get out of class ended.
After saying that, he walked straight away from the rooftop.
Wang Zhenqiu was the only one left on the huge rooftop, and the Gale Trail was clearly visible on the ground.
Touching the wound on his neck, Wang Zhenqiu seemed to be thinking about something: This kid Hu Xiuwu actually wanted to use violence to force me to leave. It seems that there is indeed something hidden.
Just as he was thinking, Wang Zhenqiu suddenly revealed a bright smile: Ha, if you don’t satisfy me, it’s like asking me to leave. It’s not that easy.
Hu Xiuwu, I'm determined to get you.
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Hu Xiuwu was walking on the stairs, thinking about how to get rid of Wang Zhen's ball. He couldn't hit him or scold him away.
Just as he introduced himself, he was a benign madman. Unlike other temporary workers Hu Xiuwu knew, they all had problems of one kind or another and were forced to become temporary workers.
Er Zhuang needs the company's huge resources to sustain his life. If Chen Duo doesn't work as a temporary worker, she will have to spend her whole life in a bunker or even be euthanized. Feng Baobao is even more of a bomb. Once discovered, it will cause a big explosion in the alien world. In order to support his family and use the company's platform, Lao Meng needs to find a way forward as a beastmaster.
But Wang Zhenqiu is different. He has a clean background and no reason to rely on the company. He is attracted by the danger of being a temporary worker and the access to all kinds of secret events, which he uses to satisfy his own extraordinary pleasure. Of course, he also has the pleasure of being able to play a prank on others openly and have someone to clean up the mess.
To put it simply, it means that even if you are still alive, you don't care about the flood.
Wang Zhenqiu has tested Naduotong's bottom line countless times. Even if he danced a hot tango on the company's bottom line, it could make people stare with wide eyes and look for his flaws with a magnifying glass, but they found nothing. They could only sigh to the sky and curse him for being cunning.
Burn him with Tushita fire?
What a joke, this is his nature, he is crooked from the root, what's the point of burning him, maybe he will get worse.
Hu Xiuwu sighed deeply and felt that Wang Zhenqiu was even more difficult and troublesome.
Tumors are not that easy to treat. The possibility of self-healing is almost zero. They need surgery to be removed, and only an experienced doctor can help me remove the tumor.
But where can I find such a doctor?
Hu Xiuwu suddenly had an idea, took out his cell phone, and called Hu Bayi:
"Hey, big brother, it's me... Yes, I'm at school... I'm not in trouble! Just listen to me first!"
"A temporary worker from the southwest came to me. When I was in South China, I acted as a temporary worker in South China. He pestered me. This person is always curious about the identities and secrets of temporary workers."
"Can you find someone to drive him away?"
"Yeah, I'll wait for your news."
Bang, Hu Xiuwu hung up the phone. Hu Bayi agreed readily, but Hu Xiuwu knew that with his ability, he could not deal with Wang Zhenqiu at all.
The surgeon that Hu Xiuwu hoped could help him remove the tumor was not Hu Bayi, but Xu Xiang, the head of North China.
Only Xu Xiang has enough ability, status and means to expel Wang Zhenqiu back to the southwest, and Xu Xiang will definitely help him.
Although Xu Xiang himself doesn't know it yet, Hu Xiuwu and Xu Xiang are actually hiding the same secret. If Wang Zhenqiu starts to investigate the secrets of temporary workers, Feng Baobao will also be in danger.
He was able to come all the way to Beijing for the temporary workers from South China, so there was no guarantee that he might become curious about the identities of the temporary workers from North China at some point in time.
Feng Baobao's identity cannot withstand careful scrutiny. It can be concealed under the fog of temporary worker, but if someone studies it seriously, they will easily find the doubts.
Once Xu Xiang knows the origin of Wang Zhenqiu, he will definitely not let this dangerous person stay in North China for long.
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"That person, is it really okay?"
During class, while the teacher wasn't paying attention, Wang Ye quietly nudged Hu Xiuwu with his elbow and stuck out his mouth.
There was a face pasted on the door at the back of the classroom. The pretty face was pressed tightly against the glass. The whole face was deformed and looked a little funny. His forehead had left marks on the glass, and even his nose was squeezed into a flat shape.
Wang Zhenqiu's gaze had been burning his back. Hu Xiuwu had naturally noticed it a long time ago and felt very unhappy, but he couldn't do anything. He could only pretend to be indifferent and said: