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Episode 1: Fan Tian Disciple 1.4 Jin Yi burns the body, Nine Styles of the Wilderness Part 2

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    Perhaps it was because of the sword thrust, but Bi Fang liked Wu Ming much more.  Not only did he use most of the bottle of good medicine, but he also carried him all the way back to the tea shop in the city.  Normally the tea shop should be crowded with people at this time, but today there were only two or three sparse and cheerful kittens.  "Da Lang" The old shopkeeper stared at Bi Fang beside Wu Ming and hesitated to speak.  "Shopkeeper, is that old storyteller back yet?" Wu Ming winked quietly.  ¡°I¡¯m back, but I¡¯ve already paid and left.¡± The shopkeeper ignored Wu Ming¡¯s little gesture and replied seriously.  "How long have you been gone?" Bi Fang asked.  The old shopkeeper pulled out the receipt signed by Guizhou Mo, and said in his usual calm voice: "I have been gone for more than two hours." Although the unique smell of cinnabar can still be smelled, the ink has long since dried.  Bi Fang stepped aside slightly so that the woman behind them could identify the ghostly signature.  "It's him." The woman spoke softly, "Shopkeeper, did he leave any words or letters when he left?" The old shopkeeper was silent for a moment and took out a stack of yellow paper from under the counter.  Although he had already recognized Bi Fang as the inspector who was slapped away by the Storyteller the day before yesterday, no matter how weak his skills were, it was not something that an ordinary old man like him, who had half of his body in the coffin, could bear.  So the shrewd businessman quickly made the most correct decision.  There were also ghostly talismans on the yellow paper. Neither of the two people in the Brahma world recognized it, so they turned to Wu Ming and asked, "Do you recognize it?" Wu Ming carefully flipped through page after page for a long time, and then shook his head anxiously.  I thought I would be stabbed again, but to my surprise, the woman nodded lightly and refused to pursue the matter.  "Shopkeeper, this guy of yours is related to several murder cases and needs to come with us." "Please be patient with me." The old shopkeeper tremblingly took out a plate of white silver ingots and held it high on his head.  Bi Fang¡¯s sleeves were rolled up, the plate was still there, but the silver ingots had disappeared.  "The shopkeeper" Wu Ming was very content to be able to do this for him.  Speaking of which, it was all thanks to the upbringing of the old shopkeeper that I was able to grow up safely.  "Well, go ahead. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, it's all up to you from now on." The old shopkeeper sighed, and with trembling fingers, he gently turned the page in the account book.  "The above is your wages over the years. I was planning to ask someone to go to Zhang's shop across the street to marry you" Looking at the exact bills one by one, Wu Ming couldn't help but shed tears.  "Dad" "Dalang, come on, draw a pledge." The old shopkeeper turned his back half way and quietly wiped away his tears.  Wu Ming gritted his teeth and walked up, and signed his new name neatly. Before he put down the pen, tears were streaming down his face.  "Let's go." Seeing the two of them looking at each other with tears in their eyes across the counter, Bi Fang couldn't help but urge.  ¡°Wait a minute¡­the money hasn¡¯t been given yet.¡± Wu Ming wiped away tears.  "The moneythe goods have been paid." The old shopkeeper shook his beard and cried really sadly.  "As evidenced by heaven and earth, I haven't seen half a cent" Wu Ming covered his bleeding chest, pointed at the top of his head and then at the soles of his feet.  "The game just now was" "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo yeah was" After saying that, the two of them hugged each other and cried.  "Old shopkeeper, I will definitely come back to burn paper for you" "Good boy, I will definitely be able to wait until that day" Wu Ming turned around and left. The old shopkeeper wiped away his tears and couldn't help but said: "The world is dangerous, if you can't, just retreat."  Wow" "Dalang¡ª¡ª" Douhua may have known something, as he was standing next to his father with tears in his eyes and waving his hands vigorously.  "Douhua, save the best buns for me. I'll eat them when I come back" Wu Ming handed over a carefree smile and walked quickly to the corner of the street.  "Dalang¡ª¡ª" Douhua hugged a big oil paper bag and chased after him desperately.  Wu Ming hurriedly quickened his pace, but was stopped by the woman holding up her sword, "Why are you running? Don't let her feel cold." Wu Ming was so angry that his teeth itched, but he didn't dare to show any signs of it.  God knows if this woman will strike with another sword!  He took a deep breath, wiped his face vigorously, and turned around to greet Douhua.  Not daring to say anything more, let alone look at Douhua's face, Wu Ming took the bag hastily, said a few perfunctory words, turned around and left.  "The girl is nice." Before she could finish her words, the big and generous bun on top disappeared out of thin air.  Although Wu Ming's eyesight was no longer what it used to be, he still couldn't see the woman's movements clearly.  ¡°Obviously, women and I are not on the same level.  With a flash in front of my eyes, another steamed bun disappeared.  This time Wu Ming saw a blurry image, and it was Bifang next to him who took action.  The young man's peace of mind is the worst thing he can do for himself.?It¡¯s considered an introduction.  "It tastes so good." Seeing that the woman seemed to be trying to grab it again, Wu Ming hurriedly stuffed a big steaming bun into his mouth.  Although he was quite burned by the soup, it was better than having Douhua's hard work was wasted by the two captors who were trying to catch him.     'Um?  ¡¯ There was a hard piece of meat that he couldn¡¯t bite, so Wu Ming touched it with his tongue to confirm that it was not food, and pressed it down to the bottom of his tongue.  Walking out of the city along the road, a bag full of buns was eaten by three people.  "Uncle, where are we going?" Wu Ming didn't dare to talk to the woman, so he asked in a low voice to Bifang, who was full of food.  "Luoyang." "Kyoto?" Wu Ming has never been outside the hundred-mile radius of Beixin City in his whole life.  "Well, let's go to Dali Temple." "Um, uncle, you two have to take me, a little shrimp, to the headquarters" Wu Ming couldn't help but feel uneasy.  "Xiao Xiami?" The woman who was using a square towel to clean her hands said with a smile: "Who dares to underestimate Fantian Disciple?" "Why, my sect is very famous?" Wu Ming saw a glimmer of hope.  "Of course it's very loud. 'Vultures in the wilderness, hyenas in the wild', no one knows it, no one knows it." The woman said in a long tone. ?????? Vulture?  hyena?  Coupled with the woman's deliberately protracted tone, Wu Ming's auditory nerves, which were stretched by spiritual energy, immediately caught different meanings.  "Um Fairy Girl, since it is a famous sect, why do you use vultures and hyenas to describe it" Wu Ming's frightened look made her very happy, and the violent woman in a good mood couldn't help but say a few more words, "  The vulture and the hyena, one soaring in the sky and the other hiding in the grass, have nothing to do with each other, but they have one thing in common. They both live on the rotten flesh of human and animal corpses. " "Grassland scavenger" Wu Ming blurted out something related to his past life.  memory.  "It's not just grassland?" Bi Fang said: "Vultures in the wilderness, the whole world is at your disposal!" "Um, eating carrion?" Wu Ming asked again unwillingly.  "Carrion is a metaphor. You, Fantianmen, have done a lot of evil deeds, and everything you do is against heaven and morality. Vultures and hyenas can clean up an area and prevent the plague from spreading; Fantianmen can camp out to overcome disasters and deal with the aftermath, which can protect people's spiritual consciousness.  Destruction, reincarnation" "To deal with the aftermath?" Wu Ming's eyes lit up!  "Well, cultivation is an act that goes against the will of heaven, and you can only make progress after suffering heavenly tribulations. Only after going through endless tribulations, reaching the 'Mahayana' and experiencing the world-destroying thunder can you become an immortal."
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