Chapter 27: The Unreliable Zhao Gongming Fuli to the End...
Fu Li is, after all, a modern person who has received a materialistic education. Even though his materialistic values have been shaken because of time travel and the rampant spread of fairies and demons in this world, it is only a shake.
She did believe that there were gods and spirits in the world, and she also knew that there were ghosts in the world, but deep down her fear of gods was Schrödinger-like.
For example, at this moment, when her own legitimate rights and interests were violated, the results of her legal education in her previous life immediately emerged.
She ignored Zhao Gongming's offer to become his disciple, but instead looked at him warily and asked calmly, "Excuse me, who are you? And how did I get here?"
If you ask her if she is afraid?
Of course I am afraid, but not very afraid.
In this world, she has someone to rely on.
In terms of magical power, there may be many people in the world who are stronger than Lingzhuzi. But if a real fight breaks out, the two traitors who can surpass Lingzhuzi in combat power have not yet been born.
Seeing her acting so unconventionally, Zhao Gongming was surprised for a moment. His bronze face, half covered by his beard, suddenly stretched forward and emphasized, "I am Zhao Gongming, the outer sect disciple of the Jiejiao Sect's Tongtian Sect Master."
Fu Li gave him a strange look and said seriously, "Master Zhao, I'm not deaf. I can hear you. You are Zhao Gongming, the chief disciple of Jiejiao's outer sect, right?"
So, you don't have to repeat yourself, right?
"Hey!" Zhao Gongming smiled. "Since you heard clearly, let me ask you again: Are you willing to become my disciple? You are a promising young man, and I will certainly teach you everything I know.
In the future, you and I, master and disciple, will monopolize the entire prehistoric magic weapon industry and become the richest gods in the Three Realms!"
His face was filled with a dreamy smile, as if he had already achieved his goal of becoming the richest man in the world. In his eyes, which should have been sharp, there was a glint of money.
This time it was Fu Li who was stunned.
The image of Zhao Gongming was really far from her impression of a god.
But then again, Zhao Gongming was the God of Wealth that his family had worshipped countless times in their previous life. So it seemed normal for him to be a little obsessed with money... right?
Fu Li quickly brushed off the thought and tried to keep a straight face, saying, "Let's put the question of becoming my disciple aside. I need to first figure out how I got from Boyi to Mount Emei."
"That's easy. I was the one who brought you here." Zhao Gongming admitted it very frankly, not feeling that there was anything wrong with what he did.
Fu Li, who had read more than one version of the Fengshen fan fiction, had already anticipated this.
But her expression changed, and she angrily said, "So you're a human trafficker! Let me go back now, or else you'll be in big trouble when my friends come looking for you!"
Zhao Gongming was completely stunned.
He pointed his finger at his nose and asked in confusion, "Me? A human trafficker? Didn't you hear what I said? I'm a senior disciple of the Jiejiao outer sect, a Qi cultivator from Mount Emei. I want to take you in as my disciple, teach you magic, and teach you business."
Shouldn't a mortal be filled with gratitude for such a great opportunity? Shouldn't he bow down in worship? Why would he react like this?
He recalled how his fellow disciples who had taken in apprentices had done it, nodded slightly, and thought to himself: My process was all correct, there was nothing wrong with it. Why were the results so different?
Fu Li sneered, "Taking something without asking is stealing. You brought me out without telling my family. If that's not stealing, what is it? Isn't stealing a child kidnapping a child? And isn't kidnapping a child a human trafficker? What did I say wrong?"
With every word she spoke, Zhao Gongming's overflowing confidence dropped by three points. By the time she finished speaking, Zhao Gongming had already lowered his head guiltily.
If Tongtian Jiaozhu was not a character she loved very much in her previous life, she would probably ask: Didn’t your teacher teach you such a simple truth?
Thinking of Tongtian Jiaozhu, Fu Li's anger dissipated a lot, and she simply said, "It seems that you have realized your mistakes. It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them. I will forgive you, and you just need to send me back."
Zhao Gongming's raised lips immediately turned down, and he said with wide eyes, "That won't do. I've finally found a disciple like you who is so compatible with me in every way."
The next second, he smiled broadly and said awkwardly, "I am a Daluo Jinxian, my cultivation level is only below that of a saint. As your teacher, I will never treat you unfairly."
Fu Li glanced at him and said, "If you hadn't brought me here, Ling Zhuzi would have taught me magic. He learned all his magic from Nuwa."
Nuwa is a saint of heaven, and her way of creation is unrivaled in the ancient world. I'm afraid even the Taoist master in Zixiao Palace is not as good as her in this respect.
Zhao Gongming, the Golden Immortal, immediately paled in comparison to Nuwa.
"This..." He didn't expect Fu Li to have such an opportunity. He was suddenly at a loss and kept spinning in circles in a hurry.
After a long while, he suddenly remembered something. His eyes lit up and he came closer. "Don't you like business? Among all the Qi cultivators in the entire prehistoric world, including the few saints, no one knows business better than me."
When he mentioned the word "business", his eyes always lit up surprisingly, as if his big beard was covered by the light of money in his eyes.
Fu Li remained unmoved: "I've already been taught the art of business, and I think that's enough."
Her sister in her previous life graduated from a business school. Although finance was a huge obstacle for a middle-class family like theirs, her sister had learned a lot in terms of knowledge.
When she was taking the college entrance examination, her elder sister, who had fallen into a pit before, helped her avoid most of the pitfalls and allowed her to study clinical medicine, which was easy to find a job.
But she had to undergo surgery in the clinic. She was an unlucky person in her previous life. Ever since she started learning anatomy, she always cut herself.
After this happened many times, her instructor became scared and advised her to switch to studying pharmacy.
In medical school, this major is relatively safe.
She was quite talented in this area, and in her spare time she finished reading all the professional books her sister had used when she was in school.
Coupled with the various business wars she had witnessed on the Internet in her previous life, Fu Li was confident that in this era, no one understood business better than her.
Therefore, what Zhao Gongming said had no appeal to her at all.
But Zhao Gongming had another trick up his sleeve: playing dirty. As long as Fu Li refused to accept him as her master, he would not let her go.
The two argued for two days, and Fu Li had no choice but to ask him to send a message to Boyi first, at least to let Lingzhuzi and the elders know that she was not in danger, but just met an unreliable immortal.
At this point, she couldn't help but complain: When it comes to recruiting disciples, none of the current gods are reliable.
"Will you be willing to become my disciple if I send you a letter?" Zhao Gongming asked excitedly.
Fu Li only said: "You go first, at least let me see your sincerity first."
Because fellow disciples had a special way of communicating with each other, Zhao Gongming sent a message to Wen Zhong who was far away at the border, and then asked Wen Zhong to pass the message to the Tai Shi Mansion in Boyi.
After Fu Li confirmed again and again that the message had been delivered to Boyi, the last bit of anxiety in his heart disappeared.
She was also confused the past two days. Why did she keep arguing with Zhao Gongming?
She simply tricked him into passing on the information about her situation in Mount Emei to Boyi, and Lingzhuzi would naturally come to rescue her.
Therefore, when Zhao Gongming asked her to become his disciple again, she insisted on it and refused to give in.
——If she can learn from her friend Lingzhuzi, why would she need to find an elder to suppress her?
Master? She has a master, and her master is in Yucang Mountain.
Sure enough, this time, before the two of them had quarreled for long, a scorching spiritual energy suddenly attacked, and a long wooden pole with flames came like lightning, heading straight for Zhao Gongming who was jumping up and down.
But Zhao Gongming was not a pushover. He subconsciously swung his right hand backwards, and the string of beads wrapped around his hand suddenly scattered. Each bead became as big as a fist, half of which blocked the attacking Changmucang, and the other half surrounded him and Fuli, protecting them both tightly.
The tip of the wooden gun hit the huge bead, either breaking the bead or bouncing the long wooden gun back.
This is the routine that should have been there.
But the string of beads that Zhao Gongming had was unusual. It was the innate spiritual treasure Dinghai Shenzhu, and each bead had its own space.
After connecting with the long wooden warehouse, it first immobilized the warehouse, and then a flash of inspiration came, and the long wooden warehouse was actually eaten by the bead and disappeared.
Not only was Lingzhuzi shocked, but Fuli was also so shocked that she sat up: "This..."
Fu Li’s mind raced: Could it be that this world is not only about the Conferred Gods, but also about the prehistoric times?
Otherwise, it is really unacceptable why Zhao Gongming is even more powerful than Lingzhuzi.
In the world of Investiture of the Gods, the ceiling of combat power is the Golden Spirit Mother and Yang Jian, and Nezha is definitely in the second tier, second only to Yang Jian.
But if it were the ancient times... even if Monkey King came, he would have to behave like a little monkey.
Seeing her surprise, Zhao Gongming was very proud and said proudly, "You have been delaying and refusing to become his disciple. Are you waiting for him to come? Haha, what do you think? Am I better than him?"
Lingzhuzi had a bad temper to begin with, and the slight fear he had felt because of the Huojian Wood Warehouse being taken away was immediately dispelled by Zhao Gongming's words.
He waved his hands, and the Qiankun Circle and the Hun Tian Ling flew out. He caught the Hun Tian Ling in his right hand, tied the Qiankun Circle to the Hun Tian Ling, and swung it hard over Zhao Gongming's head.
In an instant, the Qiankun Circle was divided into three, three parts into nine, and nine into eighty-one... Countless Qiankun Circles were densely packed, pulled by countless Hun Tian Lings, surrounding Zhao Gongming completely.
Just as Zhao Gongming was dazzled, one of the sets was quietly separated, and the Qiankun Circle trapped Fu Li and quickly pulled him behind him.
The next moment, a massive hand emerged from the layers of encirclement, twisting lightly in the air and grasping the countless scattered Hun Tian Ling. With another gentle tug, Ling Zhuzi unconsciously released his grip. The Qian Kun Circle and Hun Tian Ling, without the support of their mana, reunited as a set, now held by Zhao Gongming.
"Hey, I was saying... huh?" He turned his head as he spoke, only to find that Fu Li, who had been beside him, was nowhere to be seen.
When he looked towards Ling Zhuzi again, he saw her standing behind him. He couldn't help but smile and said, "You are quite clever, boy."
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