Chapter 124
124 "There is nothing wrong with the wooden sword."
They waited until Xiang Jiannan fell to the ground and recovered, and tried for a long time before Gao Yuan and Song Erle walked out of the Taoist temple with their noses pinched.
They first picked up the wooden sword on the ground to observe it. Under the gaze of Gao Yu and An Shengli, the two turned around and began to care about the little Taoist priest.
He was in a temporary coma, his body twitching from time to time, his face was peaceful, and he didn't foam at the mouth.
"But there's a problem with the man holding the wooden sword."
After confirming that Xiang Jiannan was not seriously injured and not daring to breathe heavily around him, Song Erle felt that the old Taoist priest should understand what he meant at this time.
It doesn’t matter whether there is a problem with the wooden sword or not. What matters is the person who uses the wooden sword to borrow the sword.
The young Taoist's current fate is proof that the so-called borrowing method is not as safe as the old Taoist said.
Otherwise, how could it have come to this?
"My disciple was fainted by the smoke."
Immersed in the joy of victory, Gao Yuan kicked with the wooden sword in his hand. Seeing that his disciple seemed to be waking up, he quickly stopped the attack.
The gas that my disciple exhaled before was so smelly that when I first smelled it, I almost passed out. The same was true for Song Erle.
Outsiders would not be able to bear it at such a long distance, let alone my disciple who is at the center of the gas.
It has absolutely nothing to do with borrowing.
"You two are just going to stand there and watch?"
He woke up in time this time. When Gao Yuan kicked him, Xiang Jiannan had actually regained consciousness. Although he did not open his eyes, he was able to tell who had kicked him.
This force, at forty-three yards, is so brutal, it must have been done by the old master.
Song Erle was squatting on his left at the moment, so even if he wanted to kick him, he didn't have the geographical advantage.
"Disciple, are you awake? You scared the master to death!"
Unexpectedly, Xiang Jiannan woke up as soon as he was told to, and immediately put on a worried look. While Gao Yuan was speaking, he had already bent down, and it seemed that he wanted to help the little Taoist priest, but in fact, he did not do anything at all. The disciple turned over and sat up with a calm expression, and just looked at his feet a few times.
The intention is clear.
"Did the borrowing method succeed?"
Sitting on the ground and looking at the two of them seriously, without saying what he had experienced before, Xiang Jiannan looked up and began to ask. He felt that there was no need for him to explain it so clearly. These two people who watched him die without helping were not worthy!
I fell down right under their noses, and until I woke up again, I didn't see any intention of rescuing them.
What’s even more hateful is that the old master kicked himself, thinking that I was unconscious and didn’t know it.
"Taoist, I'm asking you."
Reaching out and pulling Xiang Jiannan up from the ground, Song Erle then looked at Gao Yu'an.
He has no say on success or failure. After all this fuss, I have lost interest in it now.
It all depends on the old Taoist priest.
"It worked, but there was a problem."
"Before you two used it, I have never encountered such a situation. Please lend me your help. Let me think about it..."
He was not sure when asked by Xiang Jiannan. Although he was certain in his heart, Gao Yuan hesitated when he spoke.
The method my disciple used to borrow money was a little strange. It was said to be successful, but in fact, it was lacking a lot of things.
As the borrowed legal person, I didn't feel anything at that time, but if I said it was unsuccessful, how can I explain my disciple's sudden fainting?
There was thunder in the sky, and a sickening smell that followed.
"In that case, go back to sleep!"
To Gao Yu'an's surprise, after he said in person that the borrowing of the magic had been successful, Xiang Jiannan did not continue to ask questions. Instead, he walked into the temple ahead of the two of them, leaving Gao Song and the others with looks of disbelief.
This little Taoist priest, his butt is twisted so much like what happens normally. Is there something wrong with his brain?
A blessing in disguise!
As soon as he returned to the backyard, he took a nice bath. When the lights in the master's room went out, Xiang Jiannan closed the doors and windows, climbed onto the bed and laughed secretly.
Song Erle insisted on sleeping in the same room with his master, and the old Taoist priest did not object too much.
The master and Song Erle didn't seem to realize anything. This time, the experimental subject was worth it.
He gently drew a circle in the air with his right hand, and bursts of green air suddenly emerged. Although it looked the same as before, the little Taoist priest with his chest and back exposed couldn't close his mouth.
He didn't expect to see gossip today. When he was about to faint due to the rapid movement of starlight, gossip that he hadn't seen for a long time appeared again.
As if it was thrown out from the starlight, the water lines on the edge of the Yin-Yang fish were already spinning rapidly as soon as it appeared. After absorbing all the starlight, the water lines stopped, and immediately lit up the area with the word "Qi" next to it.
It was because this area was lit up that I finally fainted. When I woke up, I couldn't describe how I felt. I was furious and full of confidence.
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Was it the master who was secretly helping him, taking advantage of Song Erle's argument with him?
Xiang Jiannan was in high spirits as he continued to draw green gas and let it flow in the air, just like appreciating a painting scroll.
If there is no borrowing method this time, the time for the Bagua to appear may be delayed again. What is the reason that makes the water line light up a certain area? The lighting of the Qi area seems to be different from before. After it is lit up, the overall color tone of the Bagua seems to have changed a little.
Time was short and I couldn't see it clearly.
While thinking, he looked up and saw the gourd on the bedside. Xiang Jiannan suddenly had a very strong feeling in his heart. He stretched out his finger and pointed at the gourd. Immediately, a green gas came forward and wrapped around it, and then sent it in front of him.
It’s indeed different.
Although he had been able to do it before, Xiang Jiannan felt extremely satisfied when he saw the gourd surrounded by green air in front of him. He turned his head to look at the Guan Gong sword on the wall, and felt that he should be able to interact with this big guy.
But his confidence was dashed when Qing Qi touched Guan Gong's sword. Unlike the gourd, which was as flexible as he wanted, no matter how he moved his fingers, Guan Gong's sword didn't give him any face at all.
After several attempts, he still wanted to try again, but he heard that the master and Song Erle seemed to be arguing again.
The fight was fierce, and the two soon quarreled outside the house. When they slammed the door and left, the force they used sounded alarming.
"What's up?"
He got off the bed and opened the door. Under the moonlight, he saw his master and Song Erle fighting. Xiang Jiannan leaned against the door and listened for a while before he found out the reason.
Song Erle made unreasonable demands to his master, but the old Taoist priest was unwilling. The two of them each had their own reasons, and neither could convince the other in a short period of time.
"Listen, my disciple. Song Erle doesn't even consider himself an outsider. Get out of here right now."
After a few roars, he remembered that Xiang Jiannan was standing next to him, wearing thin clothes. Gao Yuan wanted his disciple to judge the situation: "How can we cultivators do such a thing!"
"Is Song Erle's request too much?"
"It's OK, Master, don't get excited yet."
Always feeling that Song Erle was mentally ill, Xiang Jiannan could only comfort his master as he watched him suffer humiliation.
Song Erle wanted his master to tell him a few bedtime stories. This kid is so troublesome even when he's sleeping.
That was why he insisted on entering his master's room. Although he was not young, his thoughts were still quite naive.
"Bah, disgusting!"
Seeing that his disciple was also helping Song Erle, Gao Yu'an's beard trembled. Under the night sky, he just stretched lazily, and something seemed to emerge behind him.
Then laughter broke out.
"Want to hear a story? The old Taoist priest will help you!"
(End of this chapter)