Villain Organization Fishing Rules [Quick Transmigration]

The past decades of life have repeatedly proved the fact that I am a non-chief.

According to the plan in my heart, I want to think about cleaning up, at least make myself look like a dog before... Ah bah, the silent and reliable Dharma protector disciple, and then go to Fat Tiger.

But when I was leading the horse to look for the pond, a familiar figure suddenly broke into my eyes.

Ah, Fat Tiger, no, Young Master——

Fat Tiger also seemed to sense something, and he raised his head in my direction.At that moment, the two of us were like tribal black uncles walking out of the African savannah, looking at each other's... mud with teary eyes.

The young master must have fallen into the ditch last night. The suit on his body is more expensive than mine. At the moment, it is torn and stuck to his body, and his hair is messy. If he is not dirty and dusty, I would have thought He was [beep——].

"Young master, the master asked his subordinates to find you back." I sighed in my heart, and said with no expression on my face.

Fat Tiger's silly expression changed instantly when he saw me covered in mud, and he turned into a confident boy with his nostrils upturned. Before, I wouldn't go back."

Come on, come on, I knew he would say that.

The two of us just stood in the steep autumn wind, you looked at me, I looked at you, maybe Fat Tiger felt that he was confronting me, but I only had one thought in my heart: I want to take a bath, and the mud will be blown by the wind dry.

But I have to maintain my stable and silent personality. A reliable disciple of the Right Dharma Protector would never propose in such a "serious" situation, "Why don't we stop arguing and let's go to the lake to take a bath together" .

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, and the face of Fat Tiger opposite him turned from white to blue, and then turned red.He probably felt that I was very ignorant of good and bad, so he could not help but shouted angrily, "Sanin!"

"The subordinate is here." I sighed, and knelt down in his direction to salute. This is the rule of our lunatic leader. Although we are outside, what if Fat Tiger goes home and complains to his father? I don't want to Get up close and personal with scorpions.

"Do you dare disobey my order?"

"Subordinates dare not." In a perfunctory salted fish tone.

"Then why don't you go? I won't go back with you, I want to find the saint."

"The leader's order, order the subordinates to find the saint and take you back."

"Do you dare disobey my order?"

"Subordinates dare not." Xianyu continued to speak perfunctorily as if lying flat.

"..."

Seeing that we were about to enter into a meaningless circular dialogue again, Fat Tiger's face turned green with anger. That's right, I am a person who abides by the rules but doesn't get involved.

Looking at him like that, it seems that he really intends to do something. In fact, even though his method of recovering snow has reached the fifth level, I am not in vain.This is about the classification and level of martial arts in this world——

According to the strength and rarity, people in the Jianghu classify the martial arts of various sects and hermits into five levels: heaven, earth, mysterious, yellow, and non-influential.

There are only five heaven-level martial arts in the Jianghu, known as the "Five Great Magical Skills", among which are the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple, the Xiaoyaoyou of the Shushan School, and the Wanjian Guiyi of the Lin family in the south of the Yangtze River. They are known as the "Daqing Rock". The general's Snow Eagle marksmanship, and the Huixue Heart Technique practiced by our Demon Sect's previous leaders.

Since Huixue Xinfa is one of the five great magical skills, it must not be practiced by everyone, only the leader, direct disciples of the leader and relatives can practice it.In the history of the Devil's Cult, there were also those who were rewarded for their military exploits, but at most they were rewarded to the second level, and only the leader himself and his heirs knew about the methods above the sixth level.

In addition to the hole card of Huixue Xinfa, our Demon Cult must have other specialties to become a scourge for the entire martial arts world.For example, the Gu and Poison Art practiced by the Saintess is our second trump card major, and everyone can learn it.

Gu/poison/jutsu ranks at the ground level in Jianghu, mainly because of its viciousness and weirdness, which makes people hard to guard against. Of course, I think it may be that playing with bugs will make the onlookers sank, but in terms of ease of use, Gu art is simply special. What is omnipotent - poisoning/poisoning, messaging, healing, control, output, etc., only you can't think of it, and it can't be done without voodoo.

I mainly practice Gu refining, but I usually travel around the rivers and lakes, it is impossible to rely on releasing insects, especially in the early years, when the Gu technique was not practiced to the extreme, people would chop down one by one, and you would have no time to hide.

So I minored in Judgment Pen. In fact, at the beginning, I told my master that I wanted to learn fan. The main reason is that I haven’t passed the second grade of middle school. I feel that holding a fan looks like a handsome man. A gentle scum.

Then my master looked at me with pity in the eyes of someone who had been there before, and asked, "What are you doing learning to fan? Do you want to dance?"

I later learned that the novels were all deceitful. If a fan is to be used as a weapon, it must either be made of fine iron or have a hidden mechanism. , or a class of hidden weapons.

But if it is really used as a hidden weapon, why not use darts?If it's an inch short and an inch risky as a short weapon, why not use a dagger and an Emei stab?

Moreover, the fan made of fine iron will definitely not be hidden for the purpose of [beep——] at ordinary times. If you have long eyes, you can know what your weapon is at a glance. How can it play the role of a hidden weapon?

After explaining everything, the master who saw that my three views were broken, touched my head more compassionately, and finally chose a judge's pen for me, the size of a palm, made of fine iron, flexible and light, and can be hidden under the sleeve at ordinary times , no one can see that there is a ring on the body of the pen, which can be flexibly rotated on the finger to make a series of actions such as piercing, pointing, picking, stabbing, and poking.

It's very good to use the judge's pen with Gu, but it's very sinister, very villainous, and very demonic.

And this also means that I am an actual martial arts person. Simply put, if you compete with me, I don't want to win, I just want the opponent to die. After all, the moves I have learned are aimed at killing people.

I said that I don't like killing people, but when I was a teenager, I followed Master to handle the 36-point helm. Wu De always likes to sneak attack a teenage civilian comrade like me.

Yes, I have killed people, and more than one.Between killing and being killed, I can only choose one. I have every reason to think that I am in self-defense. At least I have never taken the initiative to harm innocent people.And in the life-and-death struggle, the experience gained is far beyond the comparison of a fat tiger who was raised in the teaching and coaxed to grow up.

That's why I said that he is a master of the fifth level of the Xuexin method, but he can never beat me.

However, Fat Tiger didn't know this. He was used to dominating me since he was a child, and he didn't suffer any hardships.Seeing that I refused to give in no matter what, I moved my hand in anger.Of course, I can't kill him, but for the principle of beating him to death as long as I can't kill him, I pressed Fat Tiger in the mud, and viciously picked the meaty places on his body to beat him, mainly on the On his buttocks.

This face is still going back to see his father, but the manic leader can't let the fat tiger's nose and bruised face look like a swollen face.

The fat tiger screamed in pain, from the initial roar of "how dare you fight back" to the miserable howl of "lightly, lightly, it hurts to death", I immediately felt comfortable physically and mentally. Mostly due to beatings, too few beatings.

Damn it, it's so cool to beat up a little bear.

When I finally stopped, Fat Tiger was already sitting in the mud wiping his tears aggrievedly, looking at me with a bit of unwillingness, disbelief, and fear.

"You..." He cried with a choked voice, like some kind of wronged animal.

I silently raised the judge's pen in my hand, which made him tremble in fright, and moved back visibly to the naked eye. Then I watched in horror as I put the pen away. When I drew out the pen, I choked up in fright, and then watched me put away the pen again with a blank expression...

It's really interesting to play with Fat Tiger.

He probably also sensed some smell, and looked at me with broken views, his lips trembling slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

I asked kindly: "Young Master, please take a shower and change clothes first, and I will take you back."

He was even more embarrassed when he rolled all over the floor just now, and even my clothes got a lot of mud spots. I didn't have the energy to commit a cleanliness disorder, and I just wanted to take a shower quickly.

After Fat Tiger was tidied up by me, he didn't dare to say anything offensive, so he followed me to the pond.The water was clean, I threw him the bath beans I had with me, and I undressed myself neatly.

"Why do you even bring this with you?" Fat Tiger was shocked.

Why, have you never seen a clean freak who likes to wash his hands and take a shower?If Master hadn't rushed out to find you in a hurry, how could I not even bring a change of clothes? !

The water in the pond is a little cold. After all, the weather is here. Fortunately, we are all martial arts practitioners, so it is not so easy to freeze, and the method of returning to the snow can warm up the whole body. It has a heating stove, which makes me envious.

"Sanin..." Fat Tiger called me eagerly.

I turned back blankly, and my heart was full of vigilance. If he dared to let me take a bath for him in a while, I would grab his [beep——].

He slid up to my side like a squirrel, and I avoided the mud spot on his hair in disgust, the latter asked in a low voice: "Then what...why can you break open the vajra body of Xue Xinfa?"

Oh, you're talking about the defense that comes with the Xuexin method, right?

Fool, I have been in the Devil's Cult for so long, and I see you practicing and showing off in public like a fool every day. I am very familiar with the low-level Huixue Xinfa and other routines.It is said to be martial arts magic, but at any rate, this is not a fantasy world, and basic scientific theorems must be obeyed.

After mastering the flow of true qi at the lower level of Huixue Xinfa, you need to use a judge's pen to seal its direction, breaking your vajra body is very easy, after all, Fat Tiger has no actual combat experience.

But I can't tell Fat Hu about these things. If this big mouth tells his father, I will be cold.Therefore, I can only pretend to be cold and said: "Please forgive me for speaking bluntly, your martial arts is far from perfect."

Yes, that's right, don't doubt, be more confident, it's just that you haven't practiced well, and it's definitely not me spying on the flaws in your Huixue mentality!

Fat Tiger looked a little depressed. The incident of being beaten up by me obviously deeply hurt his self-confidence. He began to realize that maybe when he was fighting in the classroom, those people let him go because of his father.

He is an inexperienced man who chooses the wrong horse to drive on the road. In the middle of the night, the horse is exhausted and he is thrown off. Good vegetable chicken.

Very good, Fat Tiger finally has a correct understanding of himself.

Thinking that Fat Tiger was finally beaten and received the education that a bear child should have, I became more cheerful when I took a bath, and splashed water on my face even more.

Suddenly, Fat Tiger poked his waist with his fingers.

Damn, the tickle was poked, I turned my head and looked at him kindly.

"Don't worry, Sanin," he whispered to me, even more to himself, "I won't tell my father anything about today, I won't make you look like a flutter... ..."

He didn't go on with what he said, but I already understood what he meant. Yaoguang was the disciple of Zuo Dharma Guardian who fought with Fat Tiger and was finally executed by the leader.

After careful calculation, Yaoguang has been dead for 12 years, but Fat Tiger never forgot about Yaoguang. It turned out that Fat Tiger knew everything from the beginning to the end.