Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware

Yunyin Mountain.

Shan Gudao stood outside the door of his master Qimushan's room. He rubbed his eyes with his hands until they turned red. At the same time, he tried hard to adjust his expression, trying to appear sad and helpless.

After trying for a long time, he still failed because he couldn't hide the excitement and joy in his eyes.

There was no way, he was so happy that he couldn't even keep up the disguise he was best at.

The man finally died.

His brilliant, brilliant, as bright as the morning sun, unruly, and genius junior brother who was the best in the world at the age of 18, has died.

The nightmare of dragging him into the mud was gone.

Haha, dead, Li Sangyi is dead.

He went there just to find Dan Gudao's corpse and die. What a fool, so stupid.

So what if I was a genius? So what if I could beat him every time? I was still played around by him and ended up with nothing left.

My good junior brother, it must be unpleasant to be betrayed. The poison of the green tea must be very painful. Is the water in the East China Sea cold?

Hahahaha...

Shan Gudao looked into the room. His good master had been in seclusion for a long time and didn't know the good news yet.

How could a master not know that his most beloved little disciple had died?

He was going to share this good news with his master. The old man's retreat was at a critical juncture. He might get angry at that time, haha...

Shan Gudao calmed down his expression, pushed open the door and rushed in.

"Oh no, Master, my junior brother..."

Inside the room, the old man with gray hair and beard opened his eyes.

"What happened to Xiangyi?"

Shan Gudao was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was not right. Without time to think about it, he squeezed out tears and cried:

"Master, Junior Brother competed with the great demon Di Feisheng of the Golden Mandarin Duck League, but was defeated and fell into the East China Sea. His body has not been found."

Qi Mushan didn't even change his posture, and said calmly: "Bullshit, he can't die even if you die. But, aren't you dead? How come you resurrected so quickly?"

No, Shan Gudao knew what was wrong.

He had just faked his death and escaped a few days ago, and also framed the Golden Yuan League, which led Li Xiangyi to find Di Feisheng for a fight to the death, leaving both Si Gu Men and the Golden Yuan League unsuccessful.

So why wasn’t the master surprised at all when the dead person suddenly appeared in front of him?

It was as if he had known he was coming.

Shan Gudao suppressed his fear and continued to attack his opponent: "This is all a conspiracy of the Golden Yuan League. I was imprisoned by them and finally escaped. I also heard that Jiao Liqiao asked Yun Biqiu to poison Xiangyi."

Shan Gudao shed tears and squatted in front of Qimushan, looking heartbroken.

"Master, I know that my junior brother is the best in the world, but he was poisoned by the most poisonous green tea in the world. Xiangyi was poisoned and could not withstand the sound of the flute. He fell into the East China Sea. I am afraid... I am afraid that he is in great danger."

After saying this, Shan Gudao looked at Qimushan viciously, waiting to see him in excruciating pain, hoping that his inner energy would go astray and he would become possessed.

As he wished, the next second Qimushan retracted his palm and slapped him hard... in the face.

"Then why don't you go find your junior brother? What are you doing here? Are you here to attend a funeral? Ahem..."

After saying this, Qi Mushan covered his chest and coughed, his face turned red, veins bulged, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Shan Gudao covered his face with his hand, looking stunned, and then he felt both happy and resentful.

Great! This is a sign that the old man is becoming possessed.

He came back to life, but the old man didn't care and was not at all concerned. He was only concerned about Li Xiangyi's safety.

Obviously, he was also his apprentice, but he never saw him. He taught all the powerful martial arts to Li Xiangyi and was proud of him in every way.

The East China Sea is so dangerous, and Di Feisheng is not sure whether he is dead or not. Knowing that his martial arts skills are not good enough, they still ask him to go find Li Xiangyi, not caring about his safety at all.

Master, since you are not kind, don't blame your disciple for being unfilial.

Qi Mushan covered his chest and staggered to get up: "Xiang Yi will not die, I want to find him and bring him back."

Shan Gudao's eyes were gloomy. He hardened his heart and held Qimushan down: "Master, you are injured. You can't even go down Yunyin Mountain. I'd better go find my junior brother, but..."

"But what?"

Qimushan let him support him, and his pair of old but wise eyes looked at Shan Gudao quietly, as if he saw through everything.

"But my martial arts skills are not that good. You have to pass on all your skills to me so that I can go and save my brother." Shan Gudao gritted his teeth.

He didn't dare to look up, he only heard Qi Mushan chuckle above his head and agreed immediately: "Okay, I'll pass it to you right away."

Shan Gudao was ecstatic. With his master's lifelong skills, he would be able to join the ranks of top masters.

Li Xiangyi is dead, and Di Feisheng is probably dead too. Who knows, maybe Shan Gudao will be the next supreme master of the martial arts world. Let's see who dares to look down on him in the future.

While he was ecstatic, his jealousy grew even stronger. His master was willing to sacrifice his life for Li Xiangyi!

He was so focused on the split that he didn't notice the coldness in Qi Mushan's eyes.

As his four palms pressed together, Dan Gudao felt the powerful internal force continuously flowing into his body, and his facial expression gradually got out of control.

Seeing that Qimushan's internal energy was about to be fully acquired, Qimushan was almost exhausted at this time, but he was still giving him earnest instructions.

"You must find Xiangyi, otherwise Master will not be able to rest in peace even after his death."

Jealousy clouded Shan Gudao's mind. He took off his disguise and revealed his narrow-minded, treacherous and cunning true face.

"My dear Master, you don't really think I will save him, do you? If I could defeat him, I would dream of killing him with my own hands, haha."

Looking at the astonishment and shock in his master's eyes, Shan Gudao pretended and endured for more than ten years, almost turning himself into a pervert.

Now that all those who were above him had been defeated by his unparalleled strategies, how could he resist showing off?

He wanted so badly to be admired by others.

"You didn't expect that, my good master, I'm not as useless as you think. You favor Li Xiangyi and only teach him all the powerful martial arts. You never look down on me, but so what? He's still dead. Haha, ridiculous."

Qi Mushan retracted his hands and said weakly: "I have always treated you all equally. Whatever I teach you, I will teach him. It's up to you..."

"Impossible." Shan Gudao interrupted him with a paranoid look.

"I practice three or four hours more than him every day. I work so hard. If you hadn't taught him more powerful martial arts, how could I have always lost to him? You are just biased."

"Oh? I was also the one who secretly taught you the Yangzhou Man, Posuo Step, and Xiangyi Taijian?"

Shan Gudao choked: "..."

Even a three-year-old child knows that these three unique skills were created by the eighteen-year-old Li Xiangyi.

A young genius emerged out of nowhere. His Yangzhou slow dance was pure and kind, his Posa dance was invincible, and his move of "Dragon Stepping on Snow" amazed the world of martial arts.

These lacquer trees won’t do that.

"You are biased anyway." Shan Gudao yelled in anger.