Chapter 124
“The wooden sword didn’t have any problems.”
After waiting until Xiang Jiannan fell to the ground and returned to normal, and after trying for a long time, Gao Yu’an and Song Erle finally pinched their noses and walked out of the Taoist Temple.
First, they picked up the wooden sword from the ground to observe it. With a victorious look in Gao Yu’an’s eyes, the two then turned back to check on the Little Taoist Priest.
He was in a temporary coma, his body twitching from time to time, but his face was peaceful, and he wasn’t foaming at the mouth.
“But the person who used the wooden sword had a problem.”
Confirming that Xiang Jiannan was not in any serious danger, and not daring to breathe deeply near him, Song Erle felt that the Old Taoist Priest should understand what he meant at this time.
Whether the wooden sword had a problem or not was not important, what mattered was the person who used the wooden sword to borrow power.
The Little Taoist Priest’s current situation proved that the so-called borrowing of power was not as safe as the Old Taoist Priest had said.
Otherwise, how could it have ended up like this?
“My disciple was just smoked unconscious.”
Immersed in the joy of victory, Gao Yu’an, holding the wooden sword, kicked it with his foot. Seeing that his disciple seemed to be showing signs of waking up, he quickly stopped his offensive.
The gas that his disciple had released earlier was simply too stinky. When he first smelled it, he almost fainted directly. Song Erle was the same.
Even people far away couldn’t bear it, let alone his disciple, who was at the center of the gas.
It definitely had nothing to do with borrowing power.
“Are you two just going to stand there and watch?”
This time, he woke up in time. When Gao Yu’an kicked him, Xiang Jiannan had actually regained consciousness. Although he didn’t open his eyes, he could tell who had kicked him.
That force, size forty-three, so crazy, it must have been his old Master.
Song Erle was currently squatting on his left side, even if he wanted to kick him, he didn’t have that geographical advantage.
“Disciple, you’re awake? Master was so scared!”
Unexpectedly, Xiang Jiannan woke up as soon as he did. He immediately put on a worried look. As he spoke, Gao Yu’an bent down, looking like he wanted to help the Little Taoist Priest up, but he didn’t actually reach out. The disciple, who had flipped over and sat up, had a calm expression, but kept looking at his own feet.
The intention was very obvious.
“Was the borrowing of power successful?”
Sitting on the ground, seriously looking at the two of them, without mentioning what he had experienced before, Xiang Jiannan raised his head and asked. He felt that there was no need to explain it so clearly. These two who had watched him die were not worthy!
He had fallen down right under their noses. Until he woke up again, he hadn’t seen any intention from them to rescue him.
What was even more hateful was that his old Master had kicked him, thinking he wouldn’t know while he was unconscious.
“Taoist, I’m asking you.”
Reaching out, Song Erle pulled Xiang Jiannan up from the ground, and then looked at Gao Yu’an.
Whether it was successful or not was not up to him to say. After such a commotion, he had already lost interest.
It was all up to the Old Taoist Priest to decide.
“It was successful, but there were some problems.”
“Before you two used it, I, the Old Taoist, had never encountered this situation. Borrowing power, let the Old Taoist think…”
Asked by Xiang Jiannan, he wasn’t sure. Although he was certain in his heart, Gao Yu’an spoke hesitantly.
His disciple’s borrowing of power was a bit strange. It could be said that it was successful, but it was also missing a lot of things.
As the person whose power was being borrowed, he hadn’t felt anything at the time, but if it wasn’t successful, how could he explain his disciple’s sudden fainting?
The sound of thunder in the sky, and the nauseating smell that had emanated afterward.
“Since that’s the case, let’s go back to the temple and sleep!”
To Gao Yu’an’s surprise, after he had personally said that the borrowing of power was successful, Xiang Jiannan didn’t continue to ask, and instead, he walked into the temple ahead of them. Gao and Song both looked at each other in disbelief.
This Little Taoist Priest, the way he was swaying his hips was quite something, was there something wrong with his brain?
A blessing in disguise!
As soon as he returned to the backyard, he took a refreshing bath. After the light in his Master’s room went out, Xiang Jiannan closed the doors and windows and climbed onto the bed, chuckling to himself.
Song Erle insisted on sleeping in the same room as his Master, and the Old Taoist Priest didn’t object too much.
It seemed that neither his Master nor Song Erle had noticed anything. This time, being the test subject for borrowing power was worth it.
His right hand gently drew a circle in the air, and bursts of green Qi immediately emerged. Although it looked the same as before, it made the bare-chested Little Taoist Priest grin from ear to ear.
He didn’t expect to see the Bagua today. When he was about to faint due to the rapid rotation of the starlight, the Bagua, which hadn’t been seen for a long time, appeared again.
It seemed to have been thrown out of the starlight. As soon as it appeared, the water lines on the edge of the Yin-Yang fish were already spinning rapidly. The starlight was exhausted, the water lines stopped, and immediately, the Qi character area next to it lit up.
It was precisely because this area was lit up that he had eventually fainted. When he woke up, he couldn’t describe the feeling. His Qi was soaring, and his heart was full of confidence.
Was his Master secretly helping him, taking advantage of the opportunity when Song Erle was arguing with him?
He kept drawing green Qi, letting it flow in the air, as if admiring a series of paintings. Xiang Jiannan was in high spirits.
If it weren’t for this borrowing of power, the time when the Bagua would appear might have been delayed again. What exactly was the reason that made the water lines light up a certain area?
The lighting up of this Qi character area seemed different from before. After it was lit up, the overall tone of the Bagua seemed to have changed a little.
Time was short, so he didn’t see it very clearly.
While thinking, he raised his eyes and saw the gourd at the head of the bed. Xiang Jiannan suddenly had a very strong feeling. He stretched out his finger and pointed at the gourd. Immediately, green Qi came forward, wrapped around it, and sent it to him.
It was indeed different.
Although he could do it before, looking at the gourd surrounded by green Qi in front of him, Xiang Jiannan felt extremely satisfied. He turned his head to look at the Guan Yu’s Blade by the wall, feeling that he should also be able to interact with this big guy.
However, when the green Qi touched the Guan Yu’s Blade, his confidence was shattered. Unlike the gourd, which was so easy to control, no matter how he moved his fingers, the Guan Yu’s Blade didn’t give him any face.
After several attempts, he still wanted to continue, but he heard his Master and Song Erle seemed to be arguing again.
The battle was fierce, and the two quickly went from arguing inside the room to outside. When they slammed the door open, the force sounded astonishing.
“What’s the matter?”
Getting off the bed, he opened the door. Under the moonlight, he saw his Master and Song Erle tearing at each other. Xiang Jiannan leaned against the door and listened for a while before understanding the reason.
Song Erle had made an unreasonable request to his Master, and the Old Taoist Priest was unwilling. The two were arguing their own points, and in the short term, neither could convince the other.
“Disciple, listen to this. This Song Erle doesn’t treat himself like an outsider at all. Hurry up and get out.”
After a few roars, he remembered that Xiang Jiannan was next to them, wearing thin clothes. Gao Yu’an wanted his disciple to judge:
“We cultivators, how can we do such a thing!”
“Is Song Erle’s request very excessive?”
“It’s okay, Master, don’t get excited.”
Always feeling that Song Erle’s brain was not normal, looking at his Master who seemed to be humiliated, Xiang Jiannan could only try to comfort him.
Song Erle wanted his Master to tell him a few bedtime stories. This kid, even sleeping was so troublesome.
This was the reason why he insisted on entering his Master’s room. He wasn’t young, but he had such childish ideas.
“Tch, disgusting!”
Seeing that his disciple was also helping Song Erle, Gao Yu’an’s beard trembled with anger. Under the night sky, he just stretched his back, and something seemed to emerge behind him.
Then, laughter rang out.
“Want to hear a story? This Old Taoist will fulfill your wish!”
