fairy cage

Chapter 117
Fang Wumu's piggy bag was given to the other party by the old man himself, and the old man naturally recognized it at a glance.

Mr. Fang's heart skipped a beat. He was not only worried about his godson, but also worried that if his godson fell into Yu Lie's hands, his secret affairs would be exposed.

Fortunately, Mr. Fang still had some trust in his godson. He believed that Fang Wumu would not yell about things indiscriminately, so he didn't lose his face too much.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Lie said another sentence:

"If Hall Master Fang continues to procrastinate, he has to be careful of sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person!"

While talking, Yu Lie opened the piggy bag, pulled a human head out of the bag, and exposed it to Mr. Fang's eyes, letting the other party know that he was not deceiving him.

This made Mr. Fang both relaxed and nervous. He was relaxed because Yu Lie was only threatening Fang Wumu's life, and [-]% of them didn't know about his private affairs.

The nervousness is because of his son Fang Wumu, Xiao Ming is really in the hands of the other party.

So old man Fang cursed in his heart: "You trash! I have worked so hard to make you a ghost slave. Mother and child are united in each other, and fierceness is added. Why did you still get caught! "

In his anger, Mr. Fang wanted to ignore it and let his godson die.

But the old man couldn't bear to say such a thing. After all, it was his son. On the surface, he was adopted and changed his surname, but in fact he was his own son who was connected by blood.

And he was also worried that once he abandoned the other party, Fang Wumu would take the initiative to reveal the dirty things.

Mr. Fang looked at his son with a bruised nose and a swollen face in the piggy bag, and thought about it:
"Forget it, anyway, this guy has been promoted to a higher position. If he wants to challenge me, I can't avoid it. At most, it will be a delay for a few days. It's better to fulfill him first. When the alchemy is finished, I will let him die!"

Old Fang's eyes were fierce, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Okay! The old man will compare with you!"

Yu Lie heard the other party's answer, stuffed the little thing Fang back into his pocket, and then clapped the old thing Fang and praised: "Good! Master Fang is happy."

He looked around and shouted: "Brothers from the Yaofang Hall, and fellow Taoists from the other halls, next, please invite everyone to be a witness together."

Yu Lie sneered: "Yu came here today, not because he has to be the hall master, but because he wants to be upright and take back what I should have!"

The Taoist boys around had different thoughts, and many people despised Yu Lie for threatening other people's sons, but because Yu Lie was strong and arrested the other's son outside the station, he dared not speak out.

As a result, when Yu Lie said "Take back what you should have", everyone's eyes flickered and their complexions changed, especially those Taoist boys who had been bullied by Mr. Fang, their faces turned red and they wanted to applaud.

And in a dark place where no one could notice, a figure looked at the confrontation between Yu Lie and Mr. Fang, and his face under the pale mask showed strange eyes: "This guy's acting skills are also superb."

"Sure enough, handsome men are good at lying and coaxing." The masked Taoist muttered secretly, and then disappeared into the shadows, hurrying to get busy with his own affairs.

When Mr. Fang agreed, Yu Lie was surrounded by three vicious Taoist boys, and swaggered into the largest open space where the Yaofangtang was stationed.

Under the busy work of the other Taoist boys, in less than half an hour, two high platforms facing each other were built on the open space.

Taking advantage of the time, old man Fang even changed into a suit of clothes. He sat cross-legged on the stage in a formal Taoist robe, exuding a capable old-fashioned demeanor.

The platform is two to three feet high, and all Taoist boys nearby, even ordinary people, can see it, which is convenient for everyone to testify but does not interfere with the people on the platform.

Yu Lie walked to his side of the high platform, and let the three vicious Taoist boys stay below to wait on him, and then jumped onto the platform with a light touch of his foot.

The open space was already located on a hill, and with a height of two to three feet, Yu Lie stood on it, and immediately felt the cold night wind swishing.

He even felt that the high platform under his feet was still wobbly, and he didn't know whether it was not built solidly or the other party did it on purpose.

However, Yu Lie raised his eyes and looked opposite, and found that the high bamboo platform that Mr. Fang sat on was also rickety, and even made a faint creaking sound, which was not much better than the one under him, so he suppressed his distracting thoughts.

Under the night sky, the silver moon is half incomplete, and the wind is pitch black.

The two sat facing each other, one with fluttering beard and hair, skinny but capable, like an old mandrill in the mountains; the other with red lips and white teeth, clear muscles and a mysterious temperament, like a demon boy in the fog.

The old man Fang spoke first: "Little Huangkou, today's alchemy competition, do you choose literature or martial arts?"

The other party's words were arrogant, and Yu Lie immediately thought of the scene where this guy asked himself which alchemy method he wanted to learn--real alchemy or fake alchemy.

Yu Lie's eyes were cold and stern, but he thought that the other party was already dying, and he needed to delay, so he cooperated and asked:

"How about Wen Dou?"

Old man Fang raised his head and stroked his long beard:

"Wen Dou, set fire to the furnace, choose each elixir formula, wash the medicinal materials, and control the heat. It is clear at a glance who is faster and who is slower. When the elixir is out of the oven, you can know how much it is and how effective it is. The way of the audience My friends, you are blessed."

The other party's words made the eyes of the Taoist boys crowded around to watch the excitement brighten up, and they all wanted to make a decision for the two of them directly.

Yu Lie said again: "So what if you dare to ask Wu Dou?"

Old man Fang sneered and replied: "Warriors, each chooses a pill and checks it out with each other. Every time you refine a furnace and rub a pill, you can hit the opponent with the pill in your hand, and use it as a fighting method."

The man gestured to the high platform under his body, pointed and said: "Make another rule, for example, if you fall off this platform, you will lose!"

When the surrounding people heard this, many people muttered in surprise, they didn't expect that the alchemy competition could be like a martial art.Yu Lie raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard it.

However, the vast majority of people at the scene were people in the alchemy room. When they thought about it, they thought of alchemy and medicine, which can not only save lives and heal injuries, but also make things that kill people like painting talismans. The most representative of these are poison and gunpowder!

A alchemy person who can't make poison is not a good alchemy person.

Yu Lie thought about it, and felt even more joyful in his heart.

He may not be able to refine other things, but he is best at refining poison and dispensing gunpowder!Mr. Fang's second proposal just hit his special topic!
So Yu Lie said calmly: "Today, I will listen to Fang Master's suggestion, and Yu will choose martial arts!"

When Mr. Fang heard that Yu Liexuan had been selected, he snorted coldly and said, "Very good, this time I didn't pretend to be smart, self-righteous, or make up nonsense."

The words in this guy's mouth were ridiculing Yu Lie's choice between "true alchemy" and "fake alchemy" last time, and he didn't choose either.

The old thing immediately slapped the bamboo platform, and shouted at the Taoist boy below:

"Second and third sons, go to the alchemy formula!"

"Yes!" The shout sounded, and the heads of the Taoist boys below were shaking, rolling around in a dark mass, working in a hurry.

　Huh, [-] tickets is an extravagant hope, but [-] monthly tickets have to be broken!please.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)