Chapter 650 Limited Talent
Le Zhuang watched Gu Lianggong walk out of the mourning hall slowly, supported by Zhuo Tie, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Uncle, Grandpa Gu, what's wrong with your health? Is it serious?"

Taoist Xuanqing opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but seeing Le Zhuang's worried look, he swallowed the words back, patted Le Zhuang's shoulder, pretended to be indifferent, and said with a smile:

"What kind of problems could there be? They are just minor ones. Don't worry. The most important thing for you right now is to bury your grandfather in peace. After that, you have to study hard with me.

I have to tell you in advance that it will be very hard to learn all my skills, so you must persevere!"

He didn't want to tell Le Zhuang about Gu Lianggong's health problems, so as not to make Le Zhuang feel uncomfortable. Gu Lianggong's problems were not ordinary serious. His body was almost a matrix of diseases, with many kinds of diseases, big and small. If he was not treated in time, he would not die on the spot, but he would only live for one or two years at most.

The doctors in Liangshui Town might have some skills, but as long as they can’t eradicate the disease in Gu Lianggong’s body, they can only make him live a few more years at best.

"Master, Master, you are just fooling my junior brother. You have no way to cure Old Master Gu's body, but I don't believe that you can't see the problem. You don't tell me because you don't want to scare my junior brother, right?"

Wang Pingan looked at Taoist Xuanqing's pretentious appearance, smiled, and said with pride: "But you miscalculated. The old man's health problem is very serious, but it is not incurable. He is lucky to have met me. It won't be a problem for him to live another ten or twenty years!"

Le Zhuang saw that Taoist Xuan Qing obviously didn't want to mention Gu Liang Gong's problem. It was obvious that Gu Liang Gong's problem was not ordinary serious. He felt pain in his heart, but he knew that Taoist Xuan Qing didn't want to mention this matter, which was a good thing. Fearing that Taoist Xuan Qing would be sad, he pretended to be indifferent and changed the subject:
"Uncle, don't worry. When my grandfather is buried, I will definitely learn skills from you. Not to mention the hardship, even if it means going through fire and water, I will not give up.

Over the years, I have been bullied by that beast Zhu Xing many times. If I hadn't been thinking about the revenge for my grandfather and my parents, I would have reported to the King of Hell long ago.

These years, day and night, I have been thinking about revenge all the time, but without a famous teacher, revenge is just a daydream.

Now that you are willing to teach me skills and give me the ability to avenge my grievances, how could I possibly give up?"

At this point, Le Zhuang paused, looked up at Taoist Xuan Qing, and seemed to have thought of something. His face and eyes were filled with worry that was difficult to conceal. He said:

"Uncle, I'm just worried. I have limited talent. I can't even learn one percent of your skills, let alone all of them. It will be just a joke if I rely on myself to avenge myself!"

"how come……"

Taoist Xuanqing came to Le Zhuang, stretched out his hand, and checked Le Zhuang's physical condition while wanting to refute. However, as soon as he checked Le Zhuang's general condition, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He found.

Le Zhuang's talent is really limited. Unless something unexpected happens, there is no way for him to learn all his skills.

No wonder Zhu Xing, the beast, bullied Le Zhuang every now and then over the years, leaving Le Zhuang covered in scars, but did not kill him. It was because Zhu Xing, the beast, probably knew Le Zhuang's talent and knew that unless a miracle happened, even if Le Zhuang picked up the secret book of magical skills, his achievements would still be limited in this life.

Le Zhuang swallowed the words that Taoist Xuan Qing was about to say, and seeing his face change drastically, he panicked. A bad idea emerged in his mind, and he said in a trembling voice: "Uncle, is it, is it that my talent is limited?" At this time.

He suddenly remembered that one day, the beast Cui Ji, under Zhu Xing's order, had captured him and made him fight with Zhu Xing's vicious dog. On the way, he said to Zhu Xing that when he learned the skills, he would not let go not only Zhu Xing but also Cui Ji, and would cut them into pieces.

At that time, Cui Ji did not care about it. Instead, he mocked him and said that for someone like him with such talent, even with the guidance of a famous teacher, his achievements in his lifetime would be limited. At that time, he did not take it seriously and just thought it was a casual remark of Cui Ji.

Now looking at the appearance of Taoist Xuanqing, he couldn't help but worry that his own talent... might really be limited!

"Your talent..."

Taoist Xuanqing was choosing his words carefully, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by Le Zhuang:

"Uncle, you can tell me what my talent is. I won't care even if it's lame.

The most that can happen is that I won’t be able to avenge my parents personally—no, in fact, even if I don’t have the ability, I can still avenge my parents.

I just need you, uncle, to catch this beast Zhu Xing and bring him to me. I will take him to my parents' grave and chop off his head with a knife!"

"Junior brother, you still underestimate your enemy. He is not an ordinary playboy. With my master's ability, he wants to catch him in front of you and let you take him to the grave of your parents and let you avenge your parents with your own hands. I think it is quite difficult!"

Wang Pingan sighed secretly, remembering that Le Zhuang seemed to have said that he was brought to Zhu Xing by Cui Ji every now and then, and allowed Zhu Xing to bully him, but he did not see through Zhu Xing's disguise. He could only say that Zhu Xing was not only good at playing, but also had extraordinary acting skills, and thought to himself;

"But don't worry, Junior Brother. Your master, my master, can't help you avenge your parents, but you still have me, your senior brother. When the time comes, just ask me. I will beat Zhu Xing, the beast, until he is left with only one breath. It will be no problem for you to deal with him. But it depends on whether you are smart!"

"Xiao Zhuang, since you said so, then I won't hide it from you. Your talent is limited. At least your talent for cultivation is average!"

As soon as Taoist Xuan Qing finished speaking, Le Zhuang looked indifferent and nonchalant. A flash of disappointment flashed across his eyes. He changed the subject and continued:
"But I have a method of cultivation that doesn't require talent, but requires hardship. The higher your cultivation, the more hardship you will have to endure..."

"Uncle, don't worry. As long as I can have a good skill and avenge my parents, I can endure any hardship!"

Le Zhuang looked at Taoist Xuan Qing with a fiery expression, and interrupted him impatiently, "Uncle, just teach me this method of cultivation, and I promise I won't let you down!"

(End of this chapter)