"Junior Brother Zhao, when did you come back?"
As soon as he entered the door, a voice came from the side. A fat disciple with a smudged face leaned on the bamboo at the door, looking Zhao Han up and down, his eyes full of contempt.
Chen Luo had seen this person in Zhao Han's memory fragments, but not much, only one picture, and no specific identity was in the memory fragments. So when Chen Luo used the Heart Demon Technique to compile his memory, he gave him the identity of a junior brother. He originally thought he was just a passerby, but he didn't expect to meet him as soon as he came back.
"Junior brother? Lu Dachui, when did you become my senior brother?"
Zhao Han's eyes turned cold, and his aura immediately enveloped the pockmarked face disciple.
After practicing the demonic energy technique that Chen Luo gave him, Zhao Han's strength has undergone earth-shaking changes. According to Chen Luo's judgment, he is at least not weaker than that Kuye Zhenren. Now that the momentum is spreading, the disciples at the door are frightened and stand up straight immediately.
"The realm of divine power?!"
After sensing Zhao Han's cultivation, the pockmarked disciple broke out in a cold sweat. When he thought of what he had done to Zhao Han in the past, he couldn't help but feel scared.
"Zhao Han is a vindictive man. Now that he has reached the realm of supernatural powers, he will definitely take revenge on me!"
Thinking of this, the pockmarked-faced disciple's voice began to tremble.
"Master Zhao, Senior Brother."
"Keep your eyes open next time."
Zhao Han had no memory of the pockmarked disciple with a bullied face, he just instinctively hated this person.
After giving the man a brief lesson, he turned and walked towards the backyard.
His main purpose of coming back this time was to teach the adulterous couple a lesson! He didn't want to experience the despair before death a second time.
"Yes, yes, yes."
The pockmarked disciple crawled up from the ground in horror. He didn't expect Zhao Han to let him go so easily.
Watching Zhao Han disappear, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart. It seemed that Zhao Han mistook him for someone else.
only
Who is Lu Dachui?
"No matter what, we can't stay in Xijianmen anymore!" The pockmarked man stood up immediately, not even caring about training, and turned around and ran out the door.
This time Zhao Han recognized the wrong person, but it won’t be so easy next time.
"The relationships between people are like a spider web. Every node on the web is an experience in life." Chen Luo quickly summarized the changes that had taken place in Zhao Han, and also saw how Zhao Han treated the pockmarked man.
He changed the title of senior brother to junior brother.
The name was also made up by him, and it was definitely not the real name of Pockmarked Face. But these were just minor issues, the problem was the coordination between the body and the brain.
The seven percent missing from death is not as simple as it seems.
What was involved was also more complicated than he had expected.
Zhao Han is now like a test program. The more people he meets, the bigger the problems he will encounter. One or two is not a big deal, but if they accumulate, he will definitely have self-doubt. At that time, his body's instincts will conflict with his inner demon memory, and Zhao Han, the experimental subject No. 1, is likely to go crazy.
“The problem still needs to be solved.”
A figure walked out of Zhao Han's body.
The semi-virtualized particles walked out of the door like mist. Zhao Han, who was walking towards the backyard, did not find Chen Luo, and the other disciples in the courtyard were the same. To them, Chen Luo was just a non-existent phantom.
"It is definitely not possible to repair Zhao Han. There are many subsequent attempts that will require him. We can only try another method to repair him."
The ethereal body disappeared through the gate like a ghost.
Posthouse Alley.
The pockmarked disciple who escaped from the sect was collecting small change in the room.
The feud between him and Zhao Han started when they first joined the sect. Over the years, he had secretly taken away a lot of Zhao Han's resources. Now that Zhao Han's cultivation had reached a breakthrough, he would definitely take revenge.
He wrapped the change in cloth and stuffed some dry food into his chest.
He opened the door and prepared to escape.
Pop.
A hand pinched on his face. The pockmarked disciple felt his head tighten. Then a flood of information so exaggerated that it made his head explode poured in. He didn't have time to react, and his eyes turned white. He lost consciousness instantly.
"From now on, you will be called Lu Dachui, Zhao Han's junior fellow apprentice."
Taking back his hand, Chen Luo said to the pockmarked disciple who was lying on the ground.
After hearing these words, the pockmarked-faced disciple who was still twitching on the ground suddenly stopped twitching, and the chaotic memories in his head slowly returned to normal under the guidance of these words.
After this pockmarked disciple wakes up, the cognition in his head will change.
His memories would be rearranged, and from birth to now, his name would be replaced by Lu Dachui, and the order of his identities with Zhao Han would also be swapped. In this way, even if there was a problem in the future, it would only be Pockmarked Face who would go crazy, not Zhao Han.
The problem was solved and a satisfied smile appeared on Chen Luo's face.
Solve problems if they arise.
After a few more repairs, it will be perfect.
Turning around and taking a look at other things in the room and confirming that nothing was left out, Chen Luo took a feint and his figure disappeared out of thin air.
Shortly after he left, the pockmarked man, who was lying on the ground and twitching, opened his eyes blankly.
"My name is Lu Dachui, and I'm Zhao Han's junior fellow apprentice."
"Brother Zhao Han came back today, so I went home to get some money to treat him to a drink. I recognized the wrong person at the door before, and Brother Zhao Han was very angry."
The pockmarked man thought for a long time before he remembered the purpose of his return home.
But no matter how I think about it, something seems wrong.
Especially when he thought of Zhao Han, he would subconsciously feel fear, as if he was afraid of Zhao Han's revenge. But in his memory, he had never offended Zhao Han. On the contrary, he had a good relationship with this senior brother. After recalling for a long time, the pockmarked face still couldn't remember the reason. In the end, he could only blame himself for overthinking.
backyard.
When Chen Luo came back, Zhao Han had just pushed open the door to the backyard.
The cold wind blew in from outside, rolling up the dead leaves in the yard. A skinny old man in gray cloth sat cross-legged in the yard, surrounded by a faint demonic aura, and a rusty iron sword was placed between his knees. This man was Zhao Han's master and the head of the Sword Washing Hall.
"Master, is Junior Sister back?"
Zhao Han asked directly.
In his memory, there were very few scenes of his master, and he and he only had a simple cooperative relationship of interests. He gave him money and he taught him martial arts.
"Who let you in?"
The Sword Washing Hall Master, whose practice was interrupted, had a cold expression on his face, and was surrounded by demonic energy, which rolled over to Zhao Han along with the dead leaves.
Ji Chang, the master of Xijian Hall, is a very strict person.
He hated it most when others disturbed his practice, not even his own son. Normally, the disciples of Xijiantang would not offend this, and the same was true for Zhao Han in the past. But now Zhao Han was "reborn", and he had long forgotten these minor details. Now he had only one thought in his mind, that is revenge!
“Get out!!”
The surrounding demonic wind suddenly condensed and transformed into dozens of demonic wind blades, slashing towards Zhao Han.
How could Zhao Han, who had been reborn, stand this humiliation?
In his memory, Ji Chang was just a passerby, a useless person who taught martial arts for money. Before he didn't know martial arts, he respected him, but now almost no one in the entire Xijian Hall would take him seriously.
"court death!"
Zhao Han also lost his patience, and the magic skills inherited from Chen Luo suddenly burst out.
As soon as the evil spirits around him approached, he controlled them. His figure flashed, and the evil spirits pushed his body and disappeared on the spot like a boost.
BANG!!
Ji Chang, who had just vented his anger, felt his left face go numb, and then he was thrown out like a puppet, with several teeth broken out. The strong inertia kept his body hitting the wall in the backyard, and before he could get up, Zhao Han appeared again, with his right foot stepping on his chest like a mountain.
With a loud bang, the body slammed heavily to the ground, and even the bluestone slabs on the ground cracked into a big crack.
"Rebel"
Ji Chang was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, and he hadn't yet reacted to what was happening.
This traitor was the lowest among the disciples before he went out. How come he became so powerful after going out for training? Even he couldn't match the way he used the demonic energy just now.
"Are you going to kill the master?!"
"It's just a simple cooperation for profit, but you made it so formal."
Zhao Han looked indifferent.
Zhao Han recalled it again and was sure that Ji Chang was a fool who did things for money. The so-called master-disciple relationship was just for show. There was no affection between them at all. This Sword Washing Hall also operated in this way, and the structure was very crude.
What interests are involved in the collaboration?
Where does the benefit come from? How come I don’t know?
Ji Chang spat out another mouthful of blood, feeling that his mind could not keep up with what his disciple was saying.
It was a normal conversation, but the content sounded strange. When did he ever take money from people when he was a sword-washing Taoist priest? If Zhao Han's aura hadn't changed, he would have thought that the other party had recognized the wrong person.
"Tell me, where is that bitch!!"
Zhao Han gradually lost his patience. Seeing that the other party was still trying to argue, he couldn't help but increase the force with his feet.
"Another question."
With a sigh, from a perspective that Zhao Han couldn't see, Chen Luo's arm stretched out from his chest like a ghost and pressed on the head of the sword-washing Taoist Ji Chang. The Heart Demon Technique was activated, and a large amount of memories related to Zhao Han were repaired and rewritten.
After a moment, a trace of confusion flashed across Ji Chang's eyes, and then he recalled the whole process of what happened.
He remembered!
He, the sword-washing Taoist Ji Chang, made money by opening a hall to recruit disciples and teach them skills. A registered disciple was paid 100 taels, a formal disciple was paid 500 taels, and a personal disciple was paid 1,000 taels. The relationship between Zhao Han and him was indeed not a normal practice, but a simple cooperation for profit.
Zhao Han gave him money and he taught him martial arts, that was all.
"Want to find your junior sister? No problem. Three hundred taels."
After recalling his life, the sword-washing Taoist Ji Chang subconsciously stated his own rules.
He remembered.
This is how I used to do things. (End of this chapter)
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