However, when Qin Hai walked up to Old Man Zhao, Old Man Zhao looked at him with a straight face and said, "Brat, don't worry about whether you can cure my injuries. I won't accept your kindness. If you want to learn the Tao techniques of our Mao Mountain Sect, you must first enter the Mao Mountain Sect. This cannot be changed. "

Old man Zhao was immediately angered to the point that his eyes became round.

Qin Hai did not care about whether the old man was angry or not. He went around Old Man Zhao and placed his palm on Old Man Zhao's back. As he slowly spat out his primeval essence, Old Man Zhao's body condition was quickly figured out by him. He first took out a few acupuncture needles and gave them to Old Man Zhao. Then he used the Daoist Canon's secret technique to help him push the needles for ten minutes. Finally, he suddenly exerted strength in his palm and gently patted Old Man Zhao's back.

Old Man Zhao immediately spat out a mouthful of black blood, emitting a strong fishy stench.

Seeing this scene, Old Man Zhao's disciples all revealed expressions of joy. Sun Bing was overjoyed and immediately bowed deeply towards Qin Hai.

After resting for a while, Old Man Zhao's face gradually turned from white to red. It seemed that his mental state was much better than before.

Qin Hai examined him once more, then said to Sun Bing and the others with a smile, "Alright, your father's body is fine now."

Before Qin Hai could say anything, Old Man Zhao suddenly snorted, "What's there to thank me for? If I don't come to the Cloud Region, I can heal my internal injuries with a few more pills. You guys are overdoing it."

With that, he stood up, "Alright, I will continue to break the array, you guys don't need to follow me."

Sun Bing forced a smile at the poster and quickly caught up with Old Man Zhao, saying, "Master, why don't you let Little Qin go down with you!"

Sun Bing pondered a bit and said, "Master, I know that you want to revive our Mao Mountain Sect, but unfortunately, the disciples are useless and have failed to live up to your expectations."

"You can't be blamed for this. Our Mao Mountain Sect has suffered so many heavy injuries, and we don't have many good things that we can pa.s.s on. Furthermore, my talent is limited, and I have been studying hard for so many years, so I'm far from being worthy of your Martial Ancestor's hopes."

"Actually, your Martial Uncle really has talent, but unfortunately, he has gone astray. If that thing had not happened in the past and he had taken over the Mao Mountain Sect, then our Mao Mountain Sect would not have fallen to such a situation."

Sun Bing said, "Master, I remember that you once said that if your character is bad, the higher your talent, the easier it is for you to walk on the wrong path, and the greater the mistake." Therefore, if that Martial Uncle were to take over Mao Shan Sect, it might not be a good thing for our Mao Shan Sect. "

Sun Bing added, "Master, Little Qin's master has such good skills at such a young age, and Bureau chief He even thinks so highly of him. I think not only is his talent extremely high, his character must also be very good."

Old man Zhao glanced at Qin Hai and sighed, "Of course I know. It's a pity that that kid doesn't have any interest in our Mao Mountain Sect, otherwise, if we can get him to join us, it'll definitely be a great thing for our Mao Mountain Sect. Our Mao Mountain Sect's future might end up in the hands of this kid."

Sun Bing replied with a smile, "I think he might be interested in our Mao Mountain Sect's Tao techniques. He just doesn't want to join us." "Actually, this is not a big deal. If our Maoshan Tao technique can flourish in his hands, then it will not harm our Maoshan Faction in any way."

Old man Zhao was stunned. "You mean —"

"Master, rather than letting the inheritance be severed, it's better to choose someone with destiny to pa.s.s on the legacy. "As long as the mantra is endless, our Mao Mountain Sect's legacy will naturally not be cut off. There will be a day when we will be able to prosper once more."

Old Man Zhao pondered for a long time before slowly nodding, "What you say makes sense. However, whether this kid has any fate with our Mao Mountain Sect or not, we'll have to see."

… ….

Old man Zhao was the same as always, with a smelly face as if he didn't like Qin Hai at all. This time, Old Man Zhao came down with a black wooden box in his hand. When he arrived at the elevator door of Building Four, he carefully placed the wooden box on the floor, bowed to the box, and muttered an incantation.

After a while, Old Man Zhao finished reciting the words, and opened the wooden box. Qin Hai looked into the box and saw a short wooden sword about a foot long. It looked very ordinary, but he didn't know what its purpose was.

He opened the lid of the box and held the wooden sword in his hand, then closed his eyes and began to chant. Not long after, a magical scene suddenly occurred, in which the short wooden sword, not even a foot long, actually began to emit a white light.

Furthermore, as the wooden sword began to glow, a spiral of air appeared in the parking lot. The center of the air current was the dagger in Old Man Zhao's hand.

The flow of air became increasingly stronger, as if all of the cold Miasma was gus.h.i.+ng towards the wooden sword. Not long after, Qin Hai felt that the temperature in the parking lot had risen significantly.

But at this moment, a cold snort suddenly came out from the corner of the underground car park, followed by a strong chill that rose up from the elevator shaft of elevator number 4. The temperature of the underground car park also seemed to have dropped by a dozen degrees.

Not long after, Old Man Zhao's entire body began to tremble. Beads of sweat covered his face, and the sweat on his body turned into white mist that continuously rose from the top of his head.

However, the white fog disappeared after a short time, because the sweat on Old Man Zhao's body quickly froze into frost and ice shards on his hair and beard.

(End of chapter)