Shocked, the idiot's daughter drove a fighter jet to the battlefield

Nan Mo looked at him with deep eyes, "I am even less interested in becoming your disciple."

Then he moved to leave from the side. Seeing this, the dirty old man suddenly said, "As long as you take me as your master, I will tell you all the secrets of Butterfly Valley. Not only that, I can also help you kill the witch. How about it?"

The phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "I have no grudges against the witch..."

"Oh, oh, oh... you little girl, do you really think I'm easy to fool?"

The dirty old man stroked the tuft of mustache on his chin and said, "That old witch hasn't left the valley for decades, but she disappeared suddenly when you came. It's obvious that she was lured out by you.

You sneaked into Butterfly Valley and made such a big noise, just to kill the old witch. You don't really think that as long as the old witch leaves Butterfly Valley, you can destroy the altar here and kill the old witch completely?"

Nan Mo's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that the witch had some other special abilities that prevented her from killing the other party even if the Butterfly Valley was destroyed?

"Little girl, don't doubt it. Everything I said is true. Otherwise, why would the chieftain of Butterfly Valley remain in seclusion for so many years?

It's because even if he came out of seclusion, he couldn't kill the evil old witch, so he had to hide away and improve his cultivation, and come out of seclusion one day to clean up the mess."

The dying village chief suddenly shouted angrily, "You two thieves, grandma will come back soon to kill you. Don't think you are so powerful. In grandma's eyes, you are just..."

"Noisy!"

The dirty old man swung his sword, and a stream of true energy that even Nan Mo couldn't detect directly hit the village chief, killing him instantly.

Nan Mo on the side lowered his eyes slightly, a flash of surprise in his eyes. The ability of this unreliable and dirty old man in front of him was truly mysterious.

Thinking of this, she suddenly asked, "Do you know where the witch is?"

"of course."

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and pointed to the southeast. "I guess by now the old witch should have realized that she was tricked by you and is rushing back in a hurry."

"How did I deceive her?"

The dirty old man shook his head, "I only know that you lured the tiger away from the mountain and tricked it out of the valley, but I don't know how you did it."

Such a frank answer made Nan Mo feel that she was a little too cautious. In addition, the other party mentioned the general father, as if they were very familiar with each other.

After a moment of contemplation, she took a few steps back, crossed her arms over her chest, and glanced lazily at the dirty old man, "It's not impossible to become my disciple, but today is the first time we meet. It won't be too late to discuss it after we leave the valley."

"No no no."

The dirty old man spoke hurriedly, "The idea of ​​becoming a disciple is all about chemistry. When I first met you today, I felt that you, a little girl, would be the last disciple I would accept in my lifetime."

"You mean you have other disciples?"

"Of course. I'm not going to take this skill with me into my coffin."

Without waiting for Nan Mo to speak, he continued, "But don't worry, you are the last disciple I accept. There are several senior brothers and sisters ahead of you, and they are all very outstanding."

When he said this, the dirty old man suddenly took a step closer and said, "Based on your behavior today, it seems that you and the old witch are in a life-and-death relationship. The old witch's closed disciples are hundreds of times stronger than those so-called direct disciples.

Two fists are no match for four hands. After you become my disciple, your brothers and sisters will be able to help you charge into battle with just a shout.

As long as you become his disciple, you will not only get a highly capable master, but also a few free thugs. It is a sure win deal. How do you think it is?"

Facing the dirty old man's eyes that were smiling and expectant, Nan Mo thought seriously for a while.

"That sounds pretty good."

The dirty old man nodded repeatedly, "From now on, you are my Qing Yunzi's ninth disciple, and there is no need for the apprenticeship banquet and kowtow."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stuffed a plum blossom token engraved with the number nine into Nan Mo's hand, fearing that she would go back on her word.

Nan Mo stroked the token in his hand.

He sent a message to Gouzi, "Have you found out about Qing Yunzi?"

After just a moment, Gouzi responded: [The owner of the Valley of the Dead in Chu is called Qing Yunzi, and he seems to have some relationship with the royal family of Chu. The Valley of the Dead has always been low-key, and the owner is mysterious and almost no one knows his whereabouts. ]

"No wonder he knew that the Valley of the Dead is located through the cracks in the cliffs deep in the forbidden area. It turns out that this is their own territory. The two valleys are adjacent, so they must be familiar with each other."

Seeing that Nan Mo didn't say anything, the dirty old man got a little anxious, "You are my youngest disciple now, so it's not too much to call you Master, right?"

“It doesn’t seem too much.”

When Qing Yunzi heard this, he immediately pricked up his ears and waited for the word "Master" with stars in his eyes.

Nan Mo laughed. She really didn't expect to bring back a master on this trip. Seeing Qing Yunzi's expectant look, she spoke without hesitation, "Master."

"Hey! Master's good disciple!"

Qing Yunzi jumped up excitedly and landed directly on a tree not far away. He really jumped back and forth like a monkey.

The dog laughed awkwardly: [Master, your new master doesn't seem very stable! ]

Nan Mo smiled without saying anything, and casually threw the plum blossom token engraved with the word nine into the space.

Qing Yunzi also released his excitement at this time, and suddenly returned to Nan Mo's side, "Xiao Jiu, I will keep my word. I will let you know what is under the altar now."

He suddenly jumped into the air, stood with his hands behind his back, and used his extremely strong internal force to make a sound, "Get out here, old man. I'm very free today. If I miss this day, I'll be..."

"Boom..."

Before Qing Yunzi could finish the words transmitted by his internal energy, a loud noise came from the direction of the forbidden area.

After a while, an old Taoist priest wearing a dark green Taoist robe, with white hair and holding a whisk appeared.

He started to complain right away, "Brother Qingyun, do you know how long I have been waiting for you? I have waited until my hair turned white!"

"Your gray hair has nothing to do with me. I've already told you that I won't get involved in your family's affairs."

After he finished speaking, he smacked his lips again, "But my little disciple wants to get involved."

Then he looked at Nan Mo and said, "Come here, Xiaojiu. This old man is the cowardly chieftain of Butterfly Valley."

Nan Mo was puzzled as to why the chieftain of Butterfly Valley dressed in Taoist clothes and called himself a Taoist priest.

He raised his foot and walked over like a good disciple.

The chief chieftain was slightly stunned when he saw Nan Mo.

Just as she was about to kneel down to greet him, the chieftain hurriedly grabbed her arm with his whisk and moved his body slightly to the side, "No."

Hearing these three words, Qing Yunzi on the side laughed, "Of course you can't accept the greetings from my disciple who I finally got."

The moment Nan Mo's eyes met those of the great chieftain, she clearly sensed that the other party was not attracted to her because of her identity as a disciple.

The chief chief nodded slightly to Nan Mo, and then said something meaningful, "The girl came earlier than expected."