You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 670: Raise your head and knock three times again, preaching in the middle of the night

A white light suddenly appeared in front of him, and a cold light flashed from the sky above the spiritual fire, but the sword that was falling at a high speed suddenly stopped in the mist.

Under the two points of light and the snow-white sword light, a skull was discovered.

The remaining skeleton, at some point, had already arrived behind the sword, and its slender finger bones grasped the hilt to stop its attack.

After his head was put back in place, the little fat man looked at the long sword in his hand that was emitting white light and waved his hand: "That's it? You say you are the sharpest? I don't think so!"

After he finished speaking, a crunching sound was heard, like the sound of eating.

The little fat boy actually put the long sword in his mouth and chewed it into pieces, and kept muttering: "Not so good, it seems that my teeth are still sharper..."

After saying this, the skeleton grinned.

Endless darkness enveloped everything.

"Where on earth is this?"

But soon the little fat boy felt a chill rising from his lower abdomen. Although he had no physical body, he suddenly felt his whole body filled with coldness.

Soon, the coldness spread from his disappeared heart, the darkness in his eyes retreated, and his skeleton seemed to be forcibly pulled out of this space by an unknown force. When he came to his senses, the scorching sunlight shone on his skin, bringing a very comfortable warmth, which immediately made him feel real.

The secret technique he obtained from the ancient heritage actually pulled him out of the illusion.

Feeling the warmth brought by the flowing blood and flesh, the little fat boy couldn't help but exclaim. However, cold sweat broke out on his back. Although he regained consciousness, he still felt the unforgettable pain of scraping flesh.

"I'm still alive!" Xiaopang shouted excitedly.

Shangguan Qiuying's voice rang in my ears: "Huh? The illusion was broken by you? I said I would let you out after a hundred breaths, but it's only been sixty breaths and you broke the illusion?! You little fat boy, you seem to be a little unusual~"

She picked up the broken sword energy from the corner of the fat man's clothes and placed it between her eyebrows. Everything that happened in the illusion reappeared in Shangguan Qiuying's mind.

After seeing everything, Shangguan Qiuying looked at the little fat boy twice more, and then said seriously: "Qing boy, I really want to take this little fat boy as my apprentice now, are you willing~"

Chang Qing was speechless, he knew about the fat boy's adventure, but he didn't expect that he would be favored by such a peerless person.

"This...you should ask him!" Chang Qing was helpless. Although he was reluctant, this was an opportunity created by the Liu family and he could not stop it. That would be too selfish.

The little fat man looked at the tall woman in front of him, then glanced at Changqing in the distance. Their eyes met and Changqing gave him an affirmative look.

The fat boy swallowed his saliva, knelt down on the ground and was about to kowtow, but Shangguan Qiuying dodged him.

"Haha, you are honest, but you are very reluctant to give it up, and you haven't met my requirements yet~" Shangguan Qiuying didn't want to accept it, but she was afraid that Changqing would be embarrassed, so she thought of a compromise:

"Jia Kai, right? If you can become a great power within two hundred years, you will be qualified to be my disciple. Then come to the Central Region to find me~"

After saying that, Shangguan Qiuying patted Liu Jiakai's head, and her figure flashed and disappeared.

"You're very good. Unlike someone who is so heartless as to reject me directly, I look forward to your performance~" Shangguan Qiuying's voice kept echoing in the air.

Chang Qing smiled awkwardly, knowing that he was being alluded to. He had indeed offended Shangguan. The other party was an extraordinary person, and he was already very kind by not coming up to beat him to death.

Liu Jiakai was still in shock. He wiped the sweat off his head, stood up tremblingly, looked at Chang Qing not far away, and said nervously: "Senior Brother... I..."

Liu Jiakai felt that he had snatched Chang Qing's opportunity, and felt a little annoyed, and the fat on his face trembled slightly.

"It's okay, don't feel any psychological burden. You are blessed with good fortune, and this is your chance. Don't blame yourself!" Chang Qing laughed and felt happy for him in his heart.

But soon, Changqing paused and understood the concerns behind Shangguan Qiuying's words before she left.

"Are you afraid that I will be embarrassed..." Chang Qing touched his chin.

"Do you really want to become my disciple?"

Liu Jiakai laughed a little embarrassedly: "That's a peerless person, everyone wants him!"

"Then are you willing to give up the Yuling Sect?..." Changqing asked again.

I thought the little fat man would hesitate, but I saw him shaking his head violently: "Of course I don't want to leave! Yuling Sect treats me very well, I have a senior brother who helps me obtain the inheritance, and the sect master appreciates me. Although this sect is small, I like it very much."

"Then I will let you become my disciple today, and you can stay in the Yuling Sect. Do you want to do it?"

The little fat boy immediately became interested: "Is it okay?"

"Of course, it also saves me from being stuck between you two!"

Chang Qing flashed and came in front of the little fat man: "How many times did the senior slap you just now?"

Liu Jiakai: ???

"Three or four times~"

Chang Qing then spoke up: "Very good! Obviously one hit will do, do you know why I have to hit you three times?"

"Why? Just let me take care of myself?"

The fat man's answer was also expected. People in this world who had not read Journey to the West basically would not think much about it, even Shangguan Qiuying was probably the same. But today, Changqing wanted to do something different.

Introduce this allusion into this world.

"You are really naive. The behavior of a peerless person is not so easy to understand. There are hidden meanings in it. Didn't I just say that it only takes one knock, but he knocked three times. Have you ever thought about the metaphor in it?" Chang Qing coaxed him.

The little fat boy frowned, his brain racing, but he couldn't figure out the meaning.

"Brother, I am stupid and can't think of it!"

"Look up and knock three times repeatedly, and then preach the Dharma in the middle of the night. She is afraid that I will be embarrassed, so she wants you to meet her and become her disciple in the middle of the night?" Chang Qing said with a mysterious look on his face.

"So that's how it is! Every action of this peerless person has a profound meaning!" Liu Jiakai fell into the trap smoothly.

"Remember this is your own idea. I'll teach you something to shut her up~"

The two discussed for a while before letting the fat boy prepare it himself.

Looking at the reddish sun, I can't help but sigh that time flies.

The Yu Hai League was extremely prosperous at night, and it seemed that countless people were truly letting go of their true natures under the cover of darkness.

In a dark room somewhere, several people wearing black robes to conceal their faces gathered around a round table, staring at the oppressive light emitted by a dim oil lamp in the center.

The light stretched the figure on the table very long, as if it was an extension of the darkness in his heart, and he no longer looked human.

"What do you think of what happened today?" A hoarse voice sounded, disguising his voice and thus avoiding the risk of being exposed.

"We were all recruited by the demon master. Does he really have the intention to rebel? Where does that put us?" A female voice that was not very clear sounded.

Someone suddenly slammed the table, and the oil lamp began to flicker. "It's unlikely to be true. It could be a plot to sow discord!"

"Calm down! The news hasn't been spread yet. Aren't we here to discuss whether to send a message, or to whom to send it?" The old man's words spread throughout everyone's hearts.