Universal system must die

Chapter 185, Zhao Lele's Tragedy

Seeing the flames scorching the bamboo tube, He Ming longed for it.

Suddenly, there was a click, and the bamboo tube made a crackling sound.

Zhao Lele was taken aback, but before he could react, the bamboo tube burst open, and the water in the bamboo tube poured out, drowning his real fire in an instant.

He hadn't calculated how much water there was in a stream before, but it would be no problem to submerge his house anyway.

He Ming was so frightened that he ran away until he came to the backyard. Hearing the sound of surging water in the front yard, he was still startled.

Brother Le shouldn't blame me, I reminded him.

Thinking of this, He Ming patted his thumping chest and felt relieved.

"He Ming, have you seen my Nanmuyan?"

He raised his head and met Wu Qingzi who seemed to be looking for something, and asked casually when he saw him.

"Senior, what is Nanmuyan?"

"Forget it, you don't even know."

"Senior, are you talking about the pipe? I seem to have seen one in Senior Brother Le's room. Could it be that you left it there?"

"Zhao Lele..."

Wu Qingzi thought about it, and cursed angrily, "This bastard, I should have thought that he would have such courage, I am so angry."

"Senior, there must have been some misunderstanding in the encouragement in the past few years, you..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Qingzi could no longer be seen.

In the front yard, Zhao Lele was in a mess. The wing room he lived in was washed away by the flood, and finally broke through the door and rushed out of the courtyard.

He was drenched all over, looked around but did not find He Ming's figure, and was furious immediately.

"Get out, boy, let me self-destruct the water storage bamboo tube and the house, I will never end with you."

After finishing speaking, he rushed to the backyard, he wanted to let the little thief know that Zhao Lele is very powerful.

As soon as he stepped into the arched door in the backyard, he bumped into the angry Wu Qingzi.

"Good apprentice, where are you going in such a hurry!"

"Master, don't stop me, let's see if I don't kill He Ming."

"Beat He Ming to death because he sued you, right?"

Zhao Lele didn't notice that Master's tone was wrong at all, and her face was already gloomy.

"I'm going to beat him to death even if I didn't file a complaint... Wait, what did you say, Master?"

"Hmph, my Nanmu Yanna."

Zhao Lele immediately came to his senses, looked at Master in horror, turned his head and ran away.

"Asshole, it really is you."

There was nothing to say, so Wu Qingzi grabbed him and beat him severely.

How dare you steal Lao Tzu's favor, you are looking for death.

When he calmed down, he took his disciples to the front yard, and found that it seemed that he had experienced a flood, and the beloved flowers at the entrance were all destroyed.

When he found out that it was caused by water leakage from his apprentice's bamboo tube, he was so angry that he beat him violently again.

Zhao Lele waved his hand weakly, "Master, I was wrong, I beg for mercy."

Wu Qingzi finally calmed down. Fortunately, it was just an ordinary decorative flower, and if it was destroyed, it would be destroyed.

"Bring it."

After venting his anger, Wu Qingzi urgently needed to smoke a pot of cigarettes to relieve his furious mood.

"what?"

Zhao Lele was puzzled.

"My Nanmuyan, give it to me quickly, don't seek beating."

"Oh."

Zhao Lele breathed a sigh of relief. He Ming saw him entering the room just now, and he casually hid it on his waist.

Fuck, it turned out that this kid sold him out.

Zhao Lele became indignant, and secretly vowed to make that kid look good.

Take out the nanmu cigarette from the back waist, which is a small pipe with the length of the palm, and hand it to the master.

"Master, I just smoked a cigarette and hit me so hard, why?"

"Hmph, you are broken by me, I will kill you."

Wu Qingzi snatched it over and held the pipe in his hand, suddenly his eyes were straightened.

The edge of the pot where the nanmu pipe held the smoke was broken, and a long crack had opened inside, obviously it could no longer be used.

"Fuck, this...Master, you hit me and knocked it on the ground, so I can't blame it."

Zhao Lele was dumbfounded, and looked at Master in horror.

Suddenly, he turned around and ran away. He knew that this was going to be terrible. The master would not kill him, but it would definitely be more uncomfortable than killing him.

Wu Qingzi rushed forward immediately, but he didn't want to catch nothing.

Is it because the strength of the apprentice has increased, or the potential has exploded due to the desire to survive.

In short, neither of them came back that night, and He Ming didn't know what happened to them.

After witnessing all this, he returned to calmness, read books and studied building bamboo houses with peace of mind.

On the second day, He Ming returned the book to the Classic Book Pavilion, leaving only the useful one.

Today, he is going to the second floor.

New disciples in the inner sect have the right to choose a yellow rank exercise.

He Ming has already noticed that he wants to practice the real fire technique.

Coming to the second floor, the cabinets here are not filled with books, but jade slips.

He Ming searched for fire-type exercises by category. Huang Jie had many exercises of various types.

"Hey, this is... the Alchemist's Fire Control Art."

He Ming looked at the jade slip for explanation, and reached out to touch the jade slip.

Suddenly a hand reached him first, and grabbed the jade slip.

He Ming was stunned and looked at the young man.

"I saw it first."

"So what, I found it."

The young man looked at him proudly and left without looking back.

He Ming frowned. Just because he didn't take the initiative to cause trouble doesn't mean he was afraid of causing trouble.

Standing in front of that person, he said in a deep voice, "My friend, everything comes first and then first. I will see the fire control first."

The man glanced at him disdainfully, and said, "You're new, you don't even know me?"

"I don't know, who are you?"

"Everyone calls me Brother Tang."

"Are you an inner disciple?"

He Ming looked at his clothes suspiciously, the inner disciples wore green shirts, the outer disciples gray shirts, and the person in front of him was wearing a medicine boy's attire.

Generally, medicine boys are outer disciples, but this is not always the case. Maybe this inner disciple medicine boy likes to wear medicine boy clothes.

Tang Zhenwei is a drug boy, similar to Li Mu, he followed the inner sect alchemy master for a long time, and ordinary inner sect disciples would not respectfully call him a senior brother.

He Ming's phrase 'you are an inner disciple' made Tang Zhenwei very angry.

"Whether I'm an inner disciple or not has nothing to do with you."

Tang Zhenwei frowned and looked at He Ming disdainfully.

He Ming didn't seem to notice it, and replied in a calm tone: "The regulations of the sect, non-inner disciples, do not enjoy the treatment of the inner sect classics pavilion, if you want to change the exercises, you must go to the outer sect classics pavilion."

"What did you say? What's your name, do you understand the rules?"

Tang Zhenwei's voice was raised a little bit, someone was meddling in his business.

Although Huang Jie's kung fu method is the same inside and outside the Dianji Pavilion, the rule is that the dead are alive, and the people from Laoguan Dianji Pavilion will still sell him some favors in exchange for him.

He Ming's face also turned cold, "The sect's regulations state that when an outer sect disciple sees an inner sect disciple, he must bow down to him. Who gave you the strength to speak so loudly to me?"

The dispute between the two quickly attracted the attention of some people, and the person in charge of guarding the classics pavilion on the second floor hurried over.

After understanding clearly, he couldn't help but smile wryly.

Tang Zhenwei was used to being arrogant, and he didn't even pay attention to the sect's regulations.

Everyone calls you Brother Tang to give you face. The sect's regulations are a trifling matter. It's fine if you don't follow them in private, and you can't put them on the table no matter what.

"Old Zhang, it's just right that you're here. I'm going to make a decision on the fire control decision today. You are the person in charge of the Classic Book Pavilion. You can give it to him or me."

(End of this chapter)