A Beginner's Guide to Magic

Suddenly, he looked at the finger in the palm of his hand, the color of the finger was still as beautiful, but the pattern on it became more and more strange the more he looked at it.

Lu Yang looked around again, sat down on the spot, squeezed his finger and asked, "Old man, you won't be in this finger?"

"So what?"

Lu Yang helped Fu's forehead, he never thought that there would be such an unconventional plot in this martial arts novel.

He smiled helplessly, and while relaxing his arms, he asked, "Then how are you going to arrest me to meet the King of Hades?"

The person in the finger stopped talking, Lu Yang took out those pure gold plates from his arms, and began to study the patterns on them.

On the gold plaques, all of them were carved with ferocious wolf heads, which looked terribly scary, but people with such plaques had just thrown their lives at Lu Yang's "little tricks".It can be seen that the vicious people are probably the ones who are strong outsiders, and it is better for an ordinary person like him to live a long time.

Not long after, the person in the finger made a sound, and the sound became less fierce.

"I don't know either. You are the first one who can hear me among so many guys I have met."

Lu Yang suddenly remembered that the previous owner who pulled the finger was so sick, he asked, "You didn't even hear that Zhao or something?"

He pointed his fingers and said, "I said it, but he couldn't hear it."

"Then we are destined." Lu Yang wiped his fingers with his sleeve: "I won't give you to my junior brother, he doesn't like second-hand goods."

"Boy, are you from Wanzhang Peak?"

Lu Yang's breath was stagnant, and then he replied casually: "The Jianghu is so big, the people who use poison are people from Wanzhang Peak? When can your stereotype be changed?"

There are countless sects, large and small, in the Jianghu.Decades ago, for the convenience of management, the old martial arts leader counted the most prestigious sects in the twelve fields. There are a total of twelve sects, each with their own specialties. This is the origin of the twelve sects in Jianghu.

For example, the Peacock Villa, where the heroine lives, is the one with the best sword practice among the twelve sects and even Jianghu.

And the Wanzhang Peak where Lu Yang is located was the most popular poison sect in the world when the old alliance leader was in power.He once singled out the other five sects with his own strength, and he was not defeated.

Time flies, Wanzhang Peak has not been born since then, and its residual prestige is still circulating in the rivers and lakes.But who would have thought that today's No. [-] poison sect in Jianghu has only a bunch of underage boys, and the oldest and most promising one among them was picking up corpses to make ends meet not long ago.

"Don't pretend, I have lived longer than you, and I even know which school your sword skills belong to. How can you hide it from me?"

Lu Yang didn't speak, but wiped the gold medal with his sleeve instead.

"You are poisonous to the bone and blood, and you will not live to be 30 years old, do you know?"

Lu Yang still did not speak.

"You must have soaked in poison soup when you were young, and refined poison at the age of twelve or thirteen. Even your meridians are full of poison. Do you know that you are about to die?"

Lu Yang pursed his lips.

"You don't have to die, but what about your junior brother? There must be more than the two of you in your sect. It's strange, why didn't your master help you suppress the poisonous blood? I remember that the disciples of Wanzhang Peak at this age all have their masters to help them. …”

"My master went down the mountain two years ago. I don't know where he went. Now I am the oldest in the sect."

The person in the ring sighed endlessly: "One person raises the whole sect, no wonder he even picks up dead people's things."

Lu Yang gritted his teeth and said, "I picked you up from the dead."

"Hey, I have a way to help you return to a normal person without consuming all your martial arts, do you want to know?" The person in the finger suddenly said with a smile: "After you learn my mental method, I will teach your junior brother Junior sisters, it’s a guaranteed deal!”

Lu Yang lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "There must be a heavy price."

The man in the wrench laughed mischievously a few times.

"First, find me a fresh corpse that died normally. It should be between 20 and 40 years old. I don't want ugly ones. Second, take the corpse to the owner of the Red Sleeve Valley. Third, you want Saved a hundred lives."

Lu Yang thought about it carefully for a while, and asked him: "You can understand the first two, what is the purpose of saving people, to accumulate virtue for you?"

The person inside the finger laughed a few more times: "It's for you to accumulate virtue."

Lu Yang also laughed, and after a few weak laughs, he covered his abdominal wound and said, "I have some virtue to accumulate. For a person like me, what's the use of accumulating virtue."

"Didn't the old man who swallowed his breath say that you will be famous in the martial arts world in the future, which martial arts hero have you seen with a criminal record?"

Lu Yang laughed again, and when he laughed, he touched the wound, which was painful and itchy.

"Hey, don't believe me, learn from my mentality, and you will be guaranteed to be among the best in the Jianghu."

Lu Yang didn't dislike the muddy grass on the ground anymore, he simply lay down straight, holding his fingers firmly in the palm of his hand, listening to the voice of the person inside, his mind suddenly became a little wandering.

What's the use of being at the top of the rivers and lakes?

For a person like him, he only wants to survive in this dangerous world. Even if he goes down the mountain to be a desperado, the kind of work that people look down on the most, it is for himself and his children to live happily. He never thought that future days.

The future is long, and he, a person who went astray from the beginning, may not be able to turn to the right path.

He suddenly thought pessimistically, why is it that other people are martial arts masters from the very beginning, but he is the future leader of the Demon Cult, destined to be defeated by the protagonists?

Even though it is still early, even if the hero and heroine are unknown, he is still a little desperate. Can he really save the children on the mountain by himself?

Wanzhangfeng has not come out of the mountain for decades, and his status in the Jianghu is still detached. According to Zhao Sui, he is even the world's number one poison sect. Repeat the same mistakes?

"Boy, what are you thinking about?"

Lu Yang said in a low voice, "It's nothing."

The tone of the person in the finger was like that of the youngest uncle among his parents, his attitude was impartial, but he also had the feeling of taking care of children, which made Lu Yang sound very kind.

"What's your name? Now that we've reached an agreement, let's get to know each other first, shall we?"

Lu Yang sneered: "When did I reach an agreement with you? You don't even have a human form. If I don't agree, what can you do to me?"

The person inside the finger laughed loudly: "Do you have other ways to save yourself? In less than five years, your limbs will be so stiff that you will be unable to move. Come to me at that time, and I will be powerless. You If you don’t want to, you have to be willing. Kid, my name is Feng Chan, how about you?”

Lu Yang said: "My name is Zheng Dagan."

"It's a good name, but it's just nonsense." The man in the finger laughed again.

Lu Yang stopped talking to him, packed up a bunch of scattered items on his body, and walked back to Wanzhang Peak.

I don't know how long I walked, bypassing the heavy protective mountain poison formation, and because of the old injury, the movement was a few steps slower, and I was bitten by some poisonous scorpions and poisonous spiders.

Lu Yang didn't bother to care, those poisonous substances that touched his blood all went to Hades within less than a stick of incense.

Seeing this, Feng Chan in the finger puller was amazed again and again: "You are covered in poisonous blood, you are a living weapon, no wonder you do that kind of work. Is there anyone in the world who can do nothing to you?"

Lu Yang shrugged: "Probably not."

"Wanzhang Peak is so strange, it is indeed the source of the Devil's Cult."

I don't know where Lu Yang's pain was touched by this sentence, so he ignored Feng Chan in his finger for a long time.

Even with 3000 taels of silver notes and a 12 yuan gold medal, Lu Yang still felt a little weak when he saw the gate of the villa.

Before I left, I only left a note, and it was probably thrown into the stove by someone Shen "Ai Wu Ji Wu" and burned it clean. Therefore, the big housekeeper did not greet him at the door, which shows how much trouble he had. resentment.

Lu Yang looked at the eaves against the scorching sun, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a dark cloud shrouding the villa.

He sneaked into the villa cautiously, saw a few junior brothers who were laughing and playing, one of them came up to greet him attentively, and said to him: "Senior brother is probably back, the second senior brother is in the back mountain."

It's good to be in the back mountain. In the back mountain, you won't be able to see him for a while.

Lu Yang heaved a sigh of relief, and hurried back to his own room, and saw that the inside had been cleaned spotlessly, and the soft pillow and quilt were neatly stacked on the bed, and they hadn't been pawned by some distraught person at a pawnshop down the mountain. He breathed another sigh of relief.

He opened the cabinet where he kept his medicine bottles, and the colorful bottles and jars inside were neatly stacked, without any trace of being moved.

Looking under his bed, there were dozens of poisonous little mice and spiders hiding there.

Looking carefully at the teacup on the table, the edge was not smeared with poison.

With so much relief, Lu Yang suddenly felt something strange.

When has my junior brother been so polite?

In the past, when he went down the mountain to catch bandits without telling him, Manager Shen either pawned his bedding, secretly took dozens of bottles of poison, or made a mess of his house.Therefore, whenever Lu Yang came back exhausted and exhausted, he always had to spare some energy to clean up the house.

Could it be that the hardships have finally come to an end, the child is sensible, and can understand his difficulties as a father...a senior brother.

Lu Yang was so moved that he almost wanted to cry.

"Big Brother!"

Suddenly, a sixteenth junior brother came out from behind, he jumped up, and he jumped on Lu Yang like an octopus, and rubbed his head on Lu Yang's neck affectionately, like a large dog that is happy.

Lu Yang was still touched, even the Sixteenth Junior Brother had improved, and he didn't kneel on the ground with a "plop" as soon as he came up, holding his thighs and not letting go, it was a very happy thing.

Lu Yang pulled out a hand from his "Love Clamp", and rubbed Shiliu's head vigorously, as if he were snoring a dog: "Xiao Shiliu, how is your lightness exercise doing recently?"

Sixteen doesn't have a surname. On the mountain, it can be called whatever it is. In the entire Wanzhang Peak, only Lu Yang and Shen Yunkai have surnames, which is the master's own idea.

Sixteen nodded, still hugging his brother and not letting go: "You practiced very well."

"How good is it?"

"It's very good, the second senior brother chased me but couldn't catch up!"

Can it beat Shen Yunkai?Lu Yang was a little surprised, he knew that the master went down the mountain to pick up the children, not blindly, one or two were so talented.While Shen Yunkai's swordsmanship is detached and his poison skills are profound, he is also a master at settling accounts with spoons.This sixteenth junior brother is young, not only proficient in witchcraft, but also better than his senior brother in lightness kung fu.

Lu Yang couldn't help but think a little more. If one day he "resurrects" the senior Feng Chan in the finger, he really learns the mentality of that school, and washes away the poisonous blood all over the mountain. How good would it be to be able to live a normal life and walk downhill normally?

At that time, as long as it is hidden well, who can say that Wanzhang Peak is the source of the Demon Cult?

A rush of hot blood suddenly poured from his heart to his limbs, Lu Yang couldn't help laughing a few times. It was the first time since he came to this world that he felt such a bright future.

"Lu Yang!!!"

A roar came to the ears of the two, so frightened that Shiliu immediately climbed off the person, found a corner at random and began to face the wall to think about it, so familiar with the way, it is obvious that the second senior brother made mistakes.

Lu Yang felt ashamed in his heart, so he didn't dare to turn his head back.

Feng Chan in the finger puller suddenly whispered in his ear: "You really didn't tell me your real name, damn it."

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Junior Brother Tsundere is about to lose his temper.