Parasitic Cultivator, I Know Everything

"Hey, hero, that's all I know. I promise, nothing is hidden from you."

With Han Yue's agile lips, he is a little bald at the moment.

This intensity is naturally conceivable.

And Wang Hao was even more lost in thought at this moment. Through this exchange, he did obtain very useful information.

It also includes the reason why this guy can talk so well—

He is the eldest son in the family, and his parents are poor and sick from overwork. Now that I finally got into the inner door, as long as I have learned something, I can go down the mountain to make a name or enter the nursing home.

At that time, when the money is in the account, the situation at home can also improve.

For this kind of person, the so-called sect's dependence and sense of belonging...is not very strong in the first place.

Even Wang Hao thinks it's understandable. After all, when people are alive, apart from their relatives... who else can they trust?

It's just that these things are not needed right now, so Wang Hao put them aside for the time being.

He raised his head and looked at Han Yue, who was full of hope. Naturally, he knew what the man was thinking.

"The last question, as long as it's clear, I'll let you go."

Han Yue's eyes lit up, he was really happy now, nodded repeatedly, and said in agreement.

"Hey, Haole, you say it, hero!"

Wang Hao took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Han Yue's expression, as if he didn't want to let go of the little changes...

Opened his mouth and said.

"Have you ever thought that the so-called cultivators and sects are just a scam?"

"For example...somewhere in your body, a terrifying insect is being warmed at this time."

"It's just waiting for you to refine the aura, use it to nurture it, and finally let it grow up."

"And you are just a shell used in its growth."

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The atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment, and Han Yue's expression was as stiff as ice. He didn't seem to expect that Wang Hao would ask such a question.

But soon, he reacted again. The cultivator, who was just twenty years old, sneered, blinked his eyes twice, and said in a low voice.

"How can I have such a thought? Of course it's impossible. If Shizun and Shishu are all fake, where did I learn the kung fu of my body? I am a person... I can't have a brain, so I only believe in myself. visible."

"Besides, everyone is envious of cultivators, and everyone wants to ask the immortals to ask. This is the general trend. Even if I, Han Yue, are not a smart person, I also know that what everyone is looking for is naturally good."

"And that bug, hehe, you must know something about the hero, this kind of saying has been around for hundreds of years..."

Han Yue's tone was humble, but the more he talked about it, the more silent Wang Hao was.

"When I wait for the cultivator to reach the Qi-refining state, it's like swimming a fish into the sea. The more powerful the character, the more superb his ability. And the fish in the sea has a few worms living in it, which is not unusual. thing."

"There is an old saying that if one person attains the Tao, the chicken and the dog will ascend to heaven! The meaning of it is exactly this truth."

"According to ancient records, this is the sign of being transformed into a saint."

The reasoned and well-founded statement, coupled with Han Yue's full of desire to survive, made Wang Hao involuntarily show a slightly disappointed expression.

It seems that these people seem to have no doubts at all—

He felt that he seemed to think things too simply.

That's right... Sects that have been passed down for hundreds of years, it is strange that no one has some abnormal thoughts.

Years and months of experience have long allowed these sects to establish a complete system that is logically self-consistent.

At this moment, it is Wang Hao's statement, which is even more rudimentary and full of holes!

Just like this, the confusion in Wang Hao's heart increased instead of decreasing. You must know that there are many sects in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and even the current hero is from the 'Xianmen'.

Looking at it this way, does it mean that... there really isn't a normal cultivator in the world?

You must know that according to Han Yue's statement, the origin of the journey of cultivation can even be traced back to before the prosperous Tang Dynasty!

However, due to the lack of literature and the background of feudal society, it is not appropriate to revisit the old events of the previous dynasty.

And now, after hundreds of years of erosion, it was gradually buried until it disappeared.

All the circumstances refuted Wang Hao's 'conjecture' intentionally or unintentionally. At this time, he was deeply aware of the resistance to seeking the truth.

All of a sudden, there was no thought of arguing.

Seeing that the person in front of him fell silent, Han Yue couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart. He was afraid that this person would turn his face, so he had to smile all over his face at this moment and just opened his mouth.

"Okay, good man..."

Unexpectedly, Wang Hao burst into flames!

He seemed to be holding something in his hand, and he poured it over all at once, completely covering Han Yue's face.

This sudden change made Han Yue's soul shudder. His hair and hair stood on end. As long as this person was about to turn his face and kill him, he wanted to scold him when he opened his mouth!

"You, you TMD..."

These words came to his mouth, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't squeeze between his teeth. Han Yue only felt that his breathing was a little stagnant at this moment, and even his consciousness became hazy.

In the last time he was still awake, Han Yue gritted his teeth and vaguely heard what the man was muttering.

"That's good, but it's not clear enough..."

"Go to sleep, you'll understand everything when you wake up..."

For ordinary people, chemicals that are enough to produce a sense of suffocation are put on monks, and the effect should be somewhat discounted.

At the moment, although Han Yue seems to be unconscious, Wang Hao knows that this is only similar to the effect of 'anesthesia'.

Seeing that Han Yue's expression in front of him gradually relaxed, until his entire body softened and collapsed like a muddy mess.

Wang Hao groped for a few pieces of iron from the waist pocket he was carrying in silence.

Under the drowsy light, these things shone with a silvery white sheen. If Han Yue was still awake at the moment, he probably wouldn't understand it very well.

But if it is replaced by a modern person.

I'm afraid there will be a shout out on the spot, "Fuck!"

Slim long handle, sharp blade. Such a classic appearance is just a few surgical tools!

But if you look closely, you can see the rough polishing on the top, and the slightly skewed shape, you can see the traces of handmade work to some extent.

Wang Hao placed it under his eyelids and looked at it for a while, and finally sighed.

After all, it was only based on memory to ask a blacksmith to make something, and there is a slight discrepancy in the shape... that's forgivable.

The most important thing is to be able to use it, and don't go too far into details.