"That's no problem."
Meng Fan looked at the old man named Zhao Ziping and smiled.
The tiger and phoenix beast in his body closed its eyes, and there was no cultivation at all in his body, so he couldn't talk about giving up.
"Oh" I didn't expect that Meng Fan actually agreed.
The old man was stunned.
This Ji Dao technique is completely opposite to the way that practitioners absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to strengthen themselves.
Ji Dao technique relies entirely on one's own strength to control everything.
Fighting against heaven and earth, if there is cultivation in the body, it will never be possible to practice the ultimate technique.
"What's wrong, Uncle Zhao?
My boss finally agreed, but you regret it?"
Liu Erxie's tone was a little unhappy.
"What do I regret?"
The old man rolled his eyes at Liu Erxie, "I'm getting older, and I might not be able to see the sun the next day when I close my eyes.
I'm thinking of finding someone to pass on the mantle, but no matter how hard you tolerate it, Let me think about it.”
For some reason, old man Zhao couldn't make up his mind to agree to Meng Fan.
His old face looked a little bitter in the room with the curtains drawn.
"Uncle Zhao, I'm afraid I won't be able to live here for long.
Renting here is just a coincidence and has no purpose."
Although Meng Fan was interested in Ji Dao Technique, he didn't insist on making it his own.
He said If Mr.
Zhao felt relieved, he and Liu Erxie walked out of the room.
"Boss, that Ji Dao Technique looks very powerful."
After returning to the attic, Liu Erxie lit a cigarette and said solemnly, "If what the old man said is true, Ji Dao Technique was really written by an immortal. , isn’t that the magic of the gods?”
"That's not to say that the masters have special methods to pass down their own techniques, but what is certain is that the techniques are definitely good.
I have tried them myself."
Meng Fan walked to the big room on the attic.
Looking out the window into the distance, due to the higher terrain here, one can see the entire Qu family's villa from a distance.
In response to what Meng Fan said to Qu Shuyao, he hid in a place where he could see her. place.
Meng Fan's current cultivation level has not yet recovered, and he only has the combat power of the Spirit Condensation Stage, so he can only hide here.
If he goes out openly, it will not be good for anyone.
The top priority right now is to find a way to increase his combat power.
It can be done by restoring one's cultivation or entering the earthly realm physically.
After the discussion with Zhao Ziping just now, Meng Fan had some understanding of the Jidao Technique and felt that if he learned the Jidao Technique, he would have great confidence in entering the Earthly Mystery physically.
"Boss, what if Old Man Zhao doesn't want to teach me?"
Liu Erxie frowned, and the smoke rings he spat out rolled and spread.
"I'm going to teach you the bottom-of-the-box stuff when we first meet him.
If he dares to teach, do you dare to learn?"
Meng Fan asked with a smile.
Since Old Man Zhao is hesitant, it proves that he is carefully considering and carefully choosing his successor.
It's actually a good thing.
"That's true."
Liu Erxie nodded and put out his cigarette, "Then we must take good care of the old man these days and warm his lonely heart as a lonely old man."
After listening to Liu Erxie's words, Meng Fan smiled and said, "That's okay."
On this day, Liu Erxie cleaned the yard and found steel wire to strengthen the wooden mannequin.
Meng Fan found a chess set in the attic and played a few games with Old Man Zhao.
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But he didn't expect that Old Man Zhao's chess skills were very poor.
Not only did he often regret his moves, but he also stole them.
As long as Meng Fan doesn't pay attention, he will find that he has fewer chess pieces.
Xiangqi is no better than Go.
Each person only has sixteen chess pieces.
One missing piece is very obvious.
Once at the beginning of the game, Old Man Zhao jumped a piece after careful consideration.
Knight, when he took his hand off the chessboard, one of the pawns on Meng Fan's side disappeared.
Since Old Man Zhao was willing to use any means to win, there was no need for Meng Fan to give in to him with a shy face.
In the end, the two people's chess pieces began to become weird.
After just a few games, a chess set miraculously lost several chess pieces.
"Meng Fan, you lost three games to me, don't be dissatisfied."
The old man named Zhao Ziping dug his ears, "This is the ultimate technique, and it is about using every possible means."
"Oh."
Meng Fan curled his lips with a look of helplessness on his face.
He was not bad at playing chess, but today was the worst loss ever.
"You may be dissatisfied, so I'll make it clear to you.
Do you think these chess pieces are all dead?
Everyone is killing them openly and honestly, and the last remaining soldier doesn't matter."
Old Man Zhao stroked it gently with his hand.
Holding a chess piece, "But these chess pieces Are they your relatives and friends?
You can't bear to watch them die one by one.
I have already restrained myself when playing chess with you today.
If I were still young, it would not be as simple as stealing the chess piece.
I would have overturned the chessboard to the extreme. , do whatever you can, you understand.”
Meng Fan's lips twitched when he heard Old Man Zhao confidently justifying his despicable chess skills.
Fortunately, Old Man Zhao's explanation made sense, so Meng Fan had no choice but to take the essence and discard the dross and accept it as Old Man Zhao.
He used a special method to teach him the ultimate technique.
Time passed quickly, and three or five days passed in a flash.
In these three to five days, the relationship between Meng Fan and Old Man Zhao has improved a lot.
At least when playing chess, Old Man Zhao doesn't steal the chess pieces much anymore.
He is also willing to spend money to buy some ribs in the market and ask Meng Fan to give them to him.
Let's stew it in a pot and drink a few glasses of snake-infused medicinal wine together in the evening.
Meng Fan would also unceremoniously ask Old Man Zhao to go to the market to help him purchase some things, and Old Man Zhao also complied.
But this harmonious relationship changed one afternoon a week later.
"Meng Fan, Liu Erxie, you lost something, you lost something."
Old Zhao, who had returned from shopping outside, opened the attic door in despair, "Have you two seen anyone come into the house?"
"What did you throw away, Old Zhao?"
Liu Erxie was already very familiar with Zhao Ziping, so he raised his head and asked him.
"My wife and daughter have lost something big.
It's a big thing."
Mr.
Zhao looked anxious and kept gesturing with his hands in front of him.
"Those two paper figures on my bed, they are my life."
"Who has nothing to do to steal them?"
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Liu Erxie glanced at Meng Fan who was pretending to meditate and fell into trance, and said calmly to Mr.
Zhao, "Maybe they got out of bed and went for a walk."
"How is it possible, how is it possible?"
Old Man Zhao stamped his feet anxiously, "They are paper figures."
"I just saw them sunbathing in the backyard."
Liu Erxie blinked, "They even said hello to me when they saw me."
"ah" Old man Zhao had a look of astonishment on his face and hurried to the backyard.
What he saw in front of him completely shocked him.
He saw her "wife" and "daughter" with their backs to him, just as they had been in life, sitting side by side on the bench, bathing in the sun, as if they were waiting for him to sit over and bask in the sun together.
When Zhao Ziping saw this scene, he did not dare to come forward for a long time.
He had not cried loudly in decades, and he squatted on the ground, crying like a child.
"Old Zhao, you made those two paper figures really ugly.
I helped you tie two new ones.
I hope you like it.
The ashes were placed on their hearts."
Meng Fan quietly appeared behind Old Zhao, Putting her hand on his shoulder, "Why don't you sit down and chat with them?
The sun is very nice today."
Old Man Zhao sniffed, wiped his eyes with his sleeves, stood up slowly, and walked towards the two paper figures.
When he sat on the bench, he seemed to have returned to his youth when he had not practiced Ji Dao: