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Chapter 128 "I'm So Regretful!"

I am so sorry! "

"I really regret it!"

Overcoming the obstacles in his heart, he plunged into the bottom of the West Lake. Just after he entered, such a voice came from Huo Qilin's ear.

I regret that you are paralyzed!

Hearing this frightening voice at the bottom of the West Lake, Huo Qilin's first reaction was to scold his mother.

Immediately, the naturally cowardly temperament made his heart tremble again.

This voice...isn't it haunted?

"I'm so sorry!"

The voice sounded again, and subconsciously, Huo Qilin let go of his divine sense and started exploring at the bottom of the West Lake.

then
"I'm good."

"Okay, you're paralyzed!"

A unicorn hoof fell from the sky, directly swallowing back the man's unspoken words.

"I'm good."

"Okay, you're paralyzed!"

Huo Qilin was really angry. For his own mission, he, the majestic beast, Huo Qilin, finally overcame his psychological barrier and entered the water of West Lake.

As a result, before he started repairing the big hole at the bottom of the West Lake, he heard a creepy sound at the bottom of the West Lake.

If it's really haunted, it's fine. Although he, Huo Qilin, is a little more cautious, it's not like he doesn't have the means to deal with ghosts.

And even if he couldn't beat him, he was never afraid of anyone when it came to running.

However, when he let go of his divine sense to explore and discovered the truth, Huo Qilin was furious.

an old man!

At the bottom of the West Lake, an old man was squatting in the deep water, looking like a madman, and from time to time he let out a shrill sound like a ghost.

Being able to move freely at the bottom of the West Lake, even his voice was not affected in the slightest, which shows how advanced the old man's cultivation is.

Looking at the old man's hair was covered with algae, and his body was covered with a thick layer of silt. It was obvious that he had not spent a day or two at the bottom of the water, which proved that the old man was at least a strong man above the Golden Core of Martial Arts.

But this time, Huo Qilin didn't hesitate at all.

The moment he realized that the old man was pretending to be a ghost, he just passed through the water and made a sneak attack head-on.

Without a sound, he slapped the old man into the mud at the bottom of the West Lake, and then Huo Qilin's angry curses sounded.

Huo Qilin was really furious, for the sake of his mission, he finally mustered up the courage to enter the West Lake, but in the end, this bastard pretended to be a ghost to scare him, didn't he know that he was cowardly in the first place?
"I"

Crawling out of the mud for the second time, the old man just opened his mouth to spit out a word when he saw the hoof of the fire unicorn raised again.

"Stop! Wait a minute and hear me out!"

Seeing that the Huo Qilin was about to fall with one hoof, the old man didn't care about other things, he stretched out his hands in a defensive posture, and shouted loudly.

then
Snapped!
The fire unicorn fell with one hoof, and the old man crashed into the mud at the bottom of the West Lake for the third time.

"Okay, now you can talk! Who are you? Why are you playing tricks here?"

Hearing Huo Qilin's voice, the old man who climbed out of the mud for the third time looked at Huo Qilin with resentment written all over his eyes.

"With my unicorn arm, I will hit someone when I use my arm, and I will stop when I hit someone. There is no cooldown time."

Old man: "." Mmp, I believe your evil!
Facing Huo Qilin's forced explanation, the old man didn't believe a single word.

It's just that the situation is stronger than others, he can only answer Huo Qilin's question as if nothing happened.

"Old Xu Xian, the betrothed Xu, the immortal of the gods, lives in Qiantang."

Snapped!
Before Xu Xian finished speaking, another crisp voice sounded, and at the same time, Xu Xian's body was submerged in the mud for the fourth time.

Seeing Xu Xian who crawled out of the mud for the fourth time, but still dare not be angry or speak, Huo Qilin curled his lips secretly and muttered in a low voice.

"So cowardly, Huo Qilin's cowardly!"

Xu Xian: "." You're paralyzed, it's okay to beat someone for no reason, and even attack someone personally after the beating?

"Okay, you continue."

Seeing Xu Xian's cowardly behavior neither daring to get angry nor to speak out, Huo Qilin pouted contemptuously, motioning for Xu Xian to continue.

Xu Xian took a tentative look at Huo Qilin, seeing that it didn't intend to hit anyone again, so he spoke again.

"Old man Xu Xian, Tim is a descendant of the line of Clay Bodhisattva 2 generations."

The name Xu Xian caused Huo Qilin to have countless thoughts in his heart.

Now, when he heard the old man say that he is a descendant of the 2th generation of the mud bodhisattva, Huo Qilin immediately felt that his brain was not enough.

Mud Bodhisattva, he is familiar with this vein!

Among the rivers and lakes, there have been ups and downs for thousands of years, and the figure of the clay bodhisattva is often seen among them.

This lineage has always been a single lineage, a generation of clay bodhisattvas died, and a generation of clay bodhisattvas succeeded, becoming the new clay bodhisattva.

And their name, from ancient times to the present, has only one name - Mud Bodhisattva!

This vein, measuring the secrets of the heavens above, breaking the lives of people below, describing life and death, contradicting yin and yang, can be said to be unreal.

However, each generation of clay bodhisattvas is like being cursed by the heavens, unable to practice any martial arts, and their life expectancy will not exceed 40 years old.

Then
The problem is coming!

If this Xu Xian is really a patriarch of the lineage of the Mud Bodhisattva, then how does he, who cannot practice any martial arts, possess such internal strength.

If this Xu Xian is really a fiftieth generation descendant of the Clay Bodhisattva, how did he survive until now with a lifespan of only 2 years?
You know, the story of Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen has existed for more than a hundred years.

"Hehe, aren't you curious, why is this old man able to possess such black martial art skills? Are you curious, this old man is already over a hundred years old, yet he still isn't dead?"

From Huo Qilin's eyes, Xu Xian saw doubts, smiled bitterly, and asked two rhetorical questions one after another.

Huo Qilin nodded, he knew that there must be something wrong with this matter.

"Ugh!"

Xu Xian talked slightly.

"This is what I regret most in my life!
If it was possible, I would rather be dead already, and I would rather be buried under Meng Bo a hundred years ago! "

Hearing Xu Xian's words, Huo Qilin gradually understood the truth.

It turned out that this Xu Xian was a clay bodhisattva more than a hundred years ago.

But in Hangzhou, fell in love with a girl named Bai Suzhen.

The two fell in love at first sight, and both fell in love, but this feeling was not as pure as it appeared on the surface.

In the beginning, Xu Xian approached Bai Suzhen with a purpose. What he planned was the power cultivated by Bai Suzhen's Heaven-Moving God Art and World-Destroying Demon Body.

It is well known that the mud bodhisattva's lineage was envied by the heavens. The mud bodhisattvas of all generations took it as their destiny to break the curse of the heavens, but no one was able to succeed.

But when he came to Xu Xian, he saw hope.

Counting the heavens and the earth, the Bodhisattva has really controlled the secrets of heaven to the point where he can glimpse the past and the future.

Xu Xian inadvertently got a glimpse of two heaven-defying magical skills while he was prying into the secrets of the heavens at the expense of his life.

Move the God Art, practice it for longevity, destroy the world's demon body, and those who practice it will never die.

Once these two great magical skills are added to the body, one can live forever and break the curse of the lineage of the clay bodhisattva.

(End of this chapter)