"I'll go... the look in his eyes is so scary..." Qi Zhi was so stared at by a junior who was more than fifty years younger than him that he didn't dare to speak. He was still complaining in his heart, "And he suddenly changed his name to me... After all,

This is none of my business... That bad guy Gu Chen is actually plotting against me when he asked me to look for opportunities to 'assist'... Or maybe the old bastard himself got it wrong..."

"Uh-huh..." After some inner monologue, Qi Zhi cleared his throat and changed the topic, "Okay, let's get back to the topic..." He looked at Feng Bujue seriously again. "In short, it's not okay to leave you alone.

.My skill in the past ten years... is like a large amount of high-quality water, which can dilute it and turn your 'soy sauce block' into normal 'soy sauce'. However... this process takes time.

.Therefore, please do not engage in spiritual practice for at least three months. After three months, we will make a decision based on the situation."

"That's it..." Feng Bujue said, "I understand..." He paused and looked at Qi Zhi with sincere eyes, "But... Senior, I have suffered a great loss if I don't practice for three months.

Yeah." He continued confidently, "With my talent, it's hard to say how much progress we can make in three months... You said you are already in your seventies, so it would be a little bit if you only passed down ten years of skills to me.

Are you being stingy? You have to have sixty* years of skill to be justified."

Qi Zhi was stunned after hearing this, and he was stunned for ten seconds.

"Haha...hehehehe..." Then Qi Zhi laughed. After laughing a few times, he raised his head and looked at Ruoyu, "Girl, this kid has a bright future. Really, you can consider it."

"What are you considering?" Ruoyu asked. Judging from her expression, it didn't look like she was pretending to be stupid, but she really didn't know what she meant.

Qi Zhi saw her reaction and immediately looked at Feng Bujue: "You kid...is there something you haven't said to her?"

"Oh~ you can see this?" Brother Jue said in surprise.

"Oh..." Although Feng Bujue did not answer the other party's question directly, Qi Zhi seemed to have understood something, "I seem to know what the surname Gu means..." He muttered in his heart, "Humph... this matter

It's not my turn to take care of my son, and I don't need to take care of him."

A few seconds later, Qi Zhi said seriously: "Feng Bujue, do you know what the concept of 'my' ten years of skill is?" When he asked this question, he deliberately added an accent to the word "I".

"Uh..." There was a trap in these words, so Feng Bujue didn't answer it immediately.

"Ha... I'll let you know right now." Qi Zhi said, pressing his hand on Brother Jue's Tianling Cap.

"It won't hurt, right? Senior." Feng Bujue asked.

"It won't hurt." Qi Zhi replied immediately.

"That's good." Brother Jue felt a little calmer.

"But it's very painful." It took a second for Qi Zhi to say the second half of his sentence.

"Hey!" Feng Bujue was furious, "What's the difference!"

"Yes..." Qi Zhi's answer was truly classic, "The pain can be tolerated."

"So this kind of pain has reached the point of being unbearable?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"Otherwise why would I use formations to fix your body?" Qi Zhi continued, "By the way, teaching spiritual skills and general 'infusing spiritual power' are two different concepts, and the degree of pain is enough to make the depth

A comatose person wakes up temporarily, so... there is no difference if it is performed in a comatose state."

"Can you describe the specific feeling..." Feng Bujue broke into a cold sweat.

"It's almost like blowing up a balloon." Qi Zhi said.

"Why does it hurt to blow up a balloon?" Feng Bujue asked.

"You are a balloon." Qi Zhi replied.

"Well..." Feng Bujue's face turned pale. At this moment, his only hope was that the process of transferring the skills would be shorter. "How long will it take?"

"One minute of skill per year," Qi Zhi replied.

"Can you pass it on to me for one year first and pay in other installments?" Brother Jue, who just wanted his sixty-nine years of skills, now made this suggestion again.

"Damn, do you think you are really blowing up a balloon?" Qi Zhi, a man in his seventies or eighties, said "fuck", which shows how unreliable Jue Ge's words are, "You are responsible for setting up formations and passing on skills and other things.

Isn't it simple? Let me tell you, in our industry more than a thousand years ago, you had to charge a copper coin to draw a talisman for someone. For an expert like me to come to someone's home and do a feng shui check, they would at least have to pay

Collect five taels of silver; as for setting up the formation... Ha! How can you handle it without twenty taels? Pass on the skills? Bah! Unless you hire me as your uncle, and you have to see if your daughter is pretty."

"No wonder Taoism is not as prosperous as Buddhism, such a gangster..." Feng Bujue commented.

"Who told you that we ghost hunters are Taoists?" Qi Zhi asked rhetorically.

"Then we are..." Feng Bujue asked tentatively.

"Okay, don't talk to me like this... do you think I can't see it?" Qi Zhi was not an old fool, "Don't be so wordy, let me handle it!"

After saying this, he struck down with his right palm, covering Feng Bujue's forehead.

The next second, Brother Jue felt a surge of spiritual power coming down from his head.

This is indeed not physical pain. If you want to describe it in detail, it is more like a person's soul standing under a torrent that is ten times more powerful than a waterfall and being washed away, and the force of the impact will not flow away like water.

, on the contrary, it will continue to increase... (The novel "Thriller Paradise" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lucky draw gift for everyone! Open WeChat now and click the "+" sign in the upper right corner"

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