Half an hour later, when Luo Shuang cooked a pot of messy noodle soup and was carefully feeding Kangkang spoonful by spoonful, uncle finally came back again. This time, the uncle had a sickle in his hand and carried the two sharp forelimbs of the red beetle on his shoulder.

    "This guy is very sharp and can be used as a weapon." uncle sat on the firewood, picked up the noodles and snored. It seems that he is really hungry.

    Kangkang was very sensible. After eating a large bowl of hot noodles, he drank a whole bowl of noodle soup. Soon he leaned against Luo Shuang''s arms, sucked his thumb and began to doze off.

    At the moment, it was completely dark. Luo Shuang didn''t dare to light candles for fear that the lights would attract insects.

    "What''s your name, uncle? I haven''t asked for your name yet!" Luo Shuang said respectfully.

    "Little girl is sensible and good at craftsmanship. Uncle, I''m nicknamed Zhang Tianfeng in the Jianghu. I''m the 38th generation disciple of Tianshu Taoist school. I knew Li Xuantong when I was young. It''s good for you to call me martial uncle." Zhang Tianfeng said proudly.

    Tianshudao museum? Shaolin monks have seen it. It''s not surprising that there is a Tianshu Taoist hall.

    However, many practitioners of the sect in the refuge haven''t really seen the disciples of Tianshu Taoist school. To tell you the truth, Luo Shuang heard the name of tianshudao hall for the first time.

    "Oh, I don''t know why martial uncle is taking the train this time?" Luo Shuang asked cautiously.

    "I''m going to pick up some useless disciples. Although I haven''t worked in the Taoist school for a long time, it''s a great difficulty. At present, we can''t let the martial arts of Tianshu Taoist school break the inheritance." Zhang Tianfeng sighed. I''ve traveled all over the world and wandered around these years. I''m really at ease. If I hadn''t been in the dragon group of China with Li Xuantong in my early years and well-informed, otherwise I really didn''t know what would happen.

    "Has Li Xuantong been at ease in the shelter long ago?" Zhang Tianfeng asked casually.

    "Where have Shifu and senior brothers been waiting, Shaolin Temple, Qingcheng sect, etc." Luo Shuang thought about it and said truthfully.

    "Alas, there are still people in the court who want to be officials these days. We have no news, and we don''t know how many disciples of Tianshu Taoist school can be left." Zhang Tianfeng said with emotion, but his face suddenly changed. When he was looking for food during the day, he encountered another red beetle. He fought and killed it, but he finally hurt his arm. Just now I thought it didn''t matter, but now I feel that my arms are getting numb and my whole body is weak. This is clearly a phenomenon of poisoning. Is the blood of the red beetle poisonous?

    "Martial uncle, what''s the matter with you?" Luo Shuang asked anxiously, noticing that Zhang Tianfeng''s breath was disordered and in a hurry.

    "Poisoned, not good!" Zhang Tianfeng said. At the same time, his internal force could no longer suppress these toxins. He leaned against the pile of corn cobs, breathing hairspring.

    Luo Shuang didn''t care whether lighting a candle would attract insects at the moment. He hurried forward to check Zhang Tianfeng''s injury. The wound on the arm wrapped by rags was rotten, and the whole arm was swollen and purple. Zhang Tianfeng''s face was blue and white, which was clearly poisoned.

    "Is the wound contaminated with the blood of the red beetle?" Luo Shuang looked at the forelimb of the red beetle brought back by Zhang Tianfeng. It was obviously cut down by a sickle, and there were even signs of tearing.

    "It should be! Girl, don''t be busy. I''m hopeless." Zhang Tianfeng said weakly and realized before he died.

    "No, I''ll try!" Luo Shuang hurriedly broke the chopsticks he had just eaten, exposed sharp spikes, acted as a gold needle and inserted it into the acupoints of Zhang Tianfeng''s arm, trying to block the spread of toxins and prolong Zhang Tianfeng''s life time. Unfortunately, Luo Shuang was originally on a mission this time. He didn''t have any drugs at hand and there was no way to treat Zhang Tianfeng. He was just in a hurry.

    Evolution liquid, Luo Shuang even took out the remaining evolution liquid for Zhang Tianfeng to take, but it was still not good. Evolution fluid only quenches the physical quality of human body and increases the probability of stimulating potential. It has no detoxification effect. Although Luo Shuang has countless formulas for refining detoxification pills in his mind, he doesn''t have the corresponding medicinal materials on hand.

    "Don''t be busy, I know my own body. Girl, thank you!" Zhang Tianfeng said gratefully. It''s an explanation to see the younger generation of my old friend on his deathbed.

    "Martial uncle, I''m still waiting for you to take me to avoid the difficult place. How can I take Kangkang back alone?" Luo Shuang was a little sad, although many humans died due to the sudden emergence of insects in the train carriage during the day. But those are just casual encounters, just strangers. Zhang Tianfeng saved himself, but he was still his martial uncle. How could he bear to die in front of him.

    The most powerless thing is that he clearly has the ability to save Zhang Tianfeng, but he has no medicine on hand. This deep sense of powerlessness makes Luo Shuang feel heavy again.

    "Martial uncle, please do me a favor. Can you worship me as a teacher? I''m not robbing my disciples with the old man Li Xuantong. I can''t bear to lose my martial arts! Help me go to the Tianshu Taoist school in s city and pick up my useless disciples. You''ll be the 39th generation internal disciple of the Tianshu Taoist school in the future. You have to promise me!" Zhang Tianfeng said faintly, The pupil of the eye has begun to spread, supporting itself with a breath of essence and spirit.

    "Good!" Luo Shuang couldn''t bear to refuse the old man''s entrustment, and the master Li Xuantong didn''t forbid him not to worship others as a teacher. Today''s ancient martial arts talents wither and have long abandoned the so-called door-to-door views. Many ancient martial arts sects also hold regular gatherings, compete and exchange cultivation experiences with each other.

    Under Zhang Tianfeng''s gaze, Luo Shuang respectfully knocked Zhang Tianfeng''s head three times, "master!"

    "Good, good, good!" Zhang Tianfeng felt very happy. At least there were successors. He took out a USB flash disk from his arms and handed it over, "This is my martial arts experience. You can study it well. There is the specific address of tianshudao hall on it. Go to pick up the unworthy disciples of tianshudao hall and try your best to lead them to avoid the refuge. I have ten places, the number of places in the refuge. This is the credit point. Keep it!" Zhang Tianfeng obviously had been to the shelter. The identity magnetic card he handed to Luo Shuang actually had nearly 100000 credit points. It was really a huge sum of money, and there was Zhang Tianfeng''s identity mark.

    With one last breath, Zhang Tianfeng registered all the information of Luo Shuang in his game watch. Except that Luo Shuang was officially included as a disciple, the information has been transmitted to the database of tianshudao hall. At the same time, the host of the shelter also has Luo Shuang''s identity record, so that Luo Shuang can be brought back to the disciples of tianshudao hall.