The two of them stared at each other.
The atmosphere froze.
But the next moment, the two of them acted as if nothing had happened and walked towards the gate of the courtyard together - the courtyard where Goethe and his party were. They could enter the backyard from the shop, or walk directly through the backyard.
There is also a small locked gate in the backyard.
On weekdays, I lock the door from the inside, and if there is anything inconvenient, I will go through here.
Therefore, this place is quiet and there are not many people.
The two of them saw this situation.
Fortunately, I let it go.
Although he hadn't used his fists or feet yet, his tone was very impolite.
"The biography of Rong says: When Rong was four years old, he ate pears with his brother and always took the smaller one.
People asked him why.
The answer is: For children, the smaller one should be chosen.
Don’t you understand, brother?
Do you need your brother to hire a new teacher for you?
The Buddhist scriptures are good, but they cannot save fools. "
A young man dressed in Confucian scholar's clothes, wearing a turban and holding a folding fan asked with a smile.
There are some sarcasm in his words.
A young man in casual clothes holding a string of 108 jade Buddhist beads in his hand remained expressionless and even smiled. He responded softly, "Buddha saves those who are destined to be saved.
And me?
It's the destined person.
Mr. Mo here is also a destined person. "
"oh?"
“How did this karma come about?”
The Confucian scholar asked as he opened his folding fan and waved it gently.
Although Haimen is not as cold as the black soil area, it is not even the end of the first month of the lunar year yet and the wind is still chilly. I really don't know why this person is shaking his head.
However, the words on the folding fan are excellent.
It says:
The sounds of wind, rain and reading are all pleasant to the ears.
It looks like a couplet, but there is only this one sentence on this side of the fan.
The handwriting is thick and sharp, and looks like a sword, but for some reason, it lacks a bit of charm, just like you see a sharp weapon, it is indeed a sharp weapon, but it is definitely not a treasure.
"Karma comes from practice, from virtue, and from the blessings of the previous life."
"Second brother was naturally very blessed in his previous life, and he also practiced cultivation, but he didn't...
well."
With a sigh, the man holding the rosary stopped talking.
This is just short of pointing at your nose and scolding you.
But the scholar was not angry at all. He just stretched out his foot and gently stepped on his brother's foot.
This kick was silent.
And, hidden.
Still fast.
By the time the man holding the rosary realized it, it was too late; his foot had been stepped on.
The scholar man stepped very skillfully, not on the instep but on the toes, and kept turning his ankles.
While pedaling and pushing, he also asked.
"Hey, my brother, what you said is a bit biased.
As a brother, I still have some virtue. For example, I didn't hit you in the face, I just stepped on your foot.
Look at it, is this considered a virtuous act?"
"Calculate!"
The man holding the rosary said this while biting his back teeth.
Why?
He is in pain!
My thumb feels like it's going to rot.
That really hurts.
"You have read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, but you are not good at the Buddhist physical fitness skills. I remember Master Baoxiang once said that after practicing his skills, you will be like a golden bell, and it is difficult to be hurt by swords and knives! ...
My brother, you are not ready yet!"
The scholar sighed, seemingly full of regret.
The man holding the rosary moved the beads faster and faster. The emerald beads were emerald green in the sunlight, sparkling and beautiful, but the man had sweat on his forehead.
"You hit my weak spot!"
The man gritted his teeth.
The Confucian man looked surprised.
"The weak spot is all on the big hole, don't lie to me, my brother."
As he said this, he seemed not to believe it and twisted his feet hard again.
"This is the Golden Bell Cover modified by Master Bao Xiang. Not only is it quick to make, but it can also hide the cover somewhere, and is no longer restricted by the big acupoints."
The person holding the Buddhist beads began to sweat at the tip of his nose.
It's not just pain.
And, still thinking.
Did the second prince in front of him accidentally hit his weakness?
Or did you know it a long time ago?
In the former case, the opponent's luck is too strong, so he has to temporarily avoid the attack and find other ways.
As for the latter...
He had to help the other person to be liberated.
"I see."
"My rude brother."
Having said this, the scholar had no intention of moving his feet away. Instead, he bowed towards the gate and said:
"Scholar Zhao Tuo wishes to see Mr. Mo."
After saying this, he bowed deeply.
The young man holding Buddhist beads nearby also bowed when he saw this. Even though this action caused him more pain, his voice was not low.
"Zhao Cheng wants to see Mr. Mo."
As he spoke, Zhao Cheng clasped his hands together in front of his chest.
The sound spread into the courtyard, making Goethe, who was watching the play, feel a little regretful. He thought a fight was about to break out.
However, the scene just now was still quite exciting.
Goethe sat in the room and almost laughed out loud.
These two are also amazing.
It seems to be humble, but in fact it is a tit-for-tat confrontation, neither giving in at all.
Especially Zhao Tuo, he seems a bit sinister.
And did Zhao Cheng, who seemed to be at a disadvantage, really suffer a disadvantage?
It will hurt for a while at most.
Afterwards, what happened in front of this door must be publicized.
Let Zhao Tuo be tarnished with a bad name.
Goethe could see clearly the light in this man's eyes when he lowered his head, and he knew he was a sinister person.
Goethe had no good feelings towards such insidious people.
He is the only sinister person in his team.
The rest?
Must be kicked out.
so--
"I'm sorry, gentlemen."
"My husband is ill."
"I'm so sorry to have sent you two on a wasted trip."
Lao Wang once again played the role of butler and appeared at the backyard door.
First he smiled apologetically, then he nodded and bowed.
That look made it hard to find fault with him even if he wanted to get angry.
What's more, Zhao Tuo and Zhao Cheng would never get angry.
"is that so?"
"Since Mr. Mo is ill, I know some famous doctors who can treat him."
Zhao Nuo said.
"My uncle Baoshu is a Buddhist and medical practitioner, and he is also highly skilled in martial arts. He should be able to easily cure Mr. Mo's illness."
Zhao Cheng also said.
It's obvious that the two will not give up just like that.
And this is also the reason why Goethe asked Lao Wang to come.
For others, it may not be able to connect smoothly. ….
At least, Lao Wang bowed again without changing his expression.
"Thank you so much, gentlemen. My husband is just suffering from some minor illnesses. He can make some medicine by himself and stay in seclusion for a few days and he will be fine."
"Would you two come to visit me again when the time comes?"
As he said this, Lao Wang bowed again.
Things had come to this point, and Zhao Tuo and Zhao Cheng were at a loss.
After leaving his business card with a look of regret, he got on the car and went home.
And the moment the curtain was lowered, the smiles on their faces disappeared, and they became gloomy and cold.
"Hmph, no
Know how to lift people up. "
Either they are brothers, the two of them said this almost at the same time.
Then, we started thinking about it together again.
Is Mr. Mo really sick or is he faking it?
Or more precisely...
hurt!
Almost instantly, the two of them thought of "The Way of Immortality, Taoist Master."
No one ever thought that a fallen fish could turn things around.
Although their aunt was in charge of the matter, they later carefully looked through the files from different government offices, as well as the information they had gathered from their own people.
There is something fishy going on inside.
But one thing is certain, 'Even if the Taoist master of the Way of Immortality is not dead, he is useless.
But who knows.
Ten years later, the other party made a comeback.
"Is the "Eternal Life Art" really that magical?"
The two of them pondered in their hearts.
Then, the two of them couldn't help but think of Qingyuan Mountain.
The Way of Immortality is only one of the three inheritances of Qingyuan Mountain. In addition to the Way of Immortality, there are two more.
Unfortunately, they couldn't get their hands on those two.
Because, they are all in the hands of their aunt.
"I'm in a tight spot."
The two brothers once again uttered the same sigh.
The subsequent arrangements were also very similar.
"Tell the Cao Gang to encourage the small forces below to repeatedly pay respects to Mr. Mo. If necessary, make a bigger noise so that everyone in the city knows about it."
"Send someone to tell the Salt Gang to encourage the small forces below to repeatedly pay respects to Mr. Mo. It would be best if they carry a coffin with the corpse, and they must cry loudly."
After giving the order, the two princes returned to their respective places of residence.
The second prince is at Tianming Academy.
The third prince is in the Vajra Temple.
The two of them have their own support, so naturally they have to make their own choices.
Unlike the older brother who was born earlier, he naturally occupies the best position.
They can only choose to settle for the second best.
However, the loss this time was not small.
I'm afraid they will be beaten by their aunt.
All seventeen secret strongholds were lost, and the Beidou Division and Nandou Division, which had been established for three years, suffered heavy losses and were almost wiped out. The lost [Treasure Card], in particular, was enough to make their brother suffer.
only……
Don't overdo it.
Without their brother to support their aunt, they would not be able to cope with it.
Thinking of this, the two of them began to write quickly at the same time.
Some of them were written to that biological brother.
There are also some letters written to my aunt.
Of course, there is also my biological father.
Although the father is no longer in charge, the proper respect still needs to be shown. ….
Daqian emphasizes filial piety.
Before I knew it, it was dark.
The third prince Zhao Cheng was doing evening prayers with the monks from the Vajra Temple.
That serious and pious look, especially under the candlelight with golden light flickering on it, made the abbot of Vajra Temple nod repeatedly.
"Your Highness, if you are sincere and diligent, you will soon reach the Arhat realm."
"Thank you, host."
"This is just because the technique modified by my master is special and is far from the Arhat realm."
Zhao Cheng explained softly.
The Arhat realm is similar to the grand master mentioned in the previous dynasty.
According to the royal secret records, it is a so-called legend.
There are very few people in the world who can reach this level, sometimes only one appears in a hundred years. This situation was not changed until the appearance of their ancestor, the founding emperor of Daqian.
Although it is difficult to become a grandmaster, it is no longer something that happens once in a century.
As long as you are willing, you can always achieve it.
How can you bear to do that?
【Treasure Card】!
Find a suitable [treasure card], study hard, and you will always be able to achieve it.
So many people are flocking to [Treasure Cards].
But only the Daqian royal family knows that only the sixteen [Treasure Cards] they have kept can do so.
The rest?
There is some possibility, but only a few.
More?
That's just a small path.
Just like his cheap master Baoxiang.
Why would such a famous and world-renowned master accept him as his disciple?
Isn’t it just for the sixteen [Treasure Cards] kept within the royal family?
Zhao Cheng knew it very well.
But I am more happy.
Because he can also share the benefits.
Just like this "Golden Bell Cover", it originally had thirteen levels, and starting from the sixth level, it was like climbing a mountain one level at a time, and only those with great talent and perseverance could break through.
When studying the [Treasure Cards], his master Bao Shu was only at the tenth level, but after studying five of the sixteen [Treasure Cards], he had reached the eleventh level before the New Year.
Not only is there only a half-inch weak spot left, but his muscles are as hard as steel when hard and as soft as cotton when soft. He is invulnerable to swords and spears, and immune to water and fire. His attacks are as powerful as wind and thunder, his body is as light as a feather, and he can run on the waves without falling. More importantly, there is a hint of mystery in him.
He couldn't ask for that kind of magical feeling.
But he was very enthusiastic in learning the improved Golden Bell Cover.
Now we have reached the ninth level.
The tenth level is not far away.
It will probably only take one or two years.
"Level 10!"
Zhao Cheng was longing for it.
Even though Bao Shu has reached the eleventh level, he relied on the Golden Bell Cover of the tenth level to become one of the top masters in the world.
If he reaches the tenth level, he will be able to do those things.
Thinking in his heart, Zhao Cheng said no more. After clasping his hands together towards the abbot of Vajra Temple, he was about to leave the hall.
And at this moment——
A sound of wind.
Neither fast nor slow.
The wind stopped.
A figure flashed.
He was wearing a bronze mask, a linen Taoist robe, and was tall, standing with his hands behind his back.
"stop!"
The abbot of the Vajra Temple shouted loudly and stood in front of Zhao Cheng. The monks in the temple surrounded him with swords and long sticks.
These monks were all big and strong, with faces full of flesh and fierce looks, not even a bit of the solemn and dignified appearance of a Buddhist. Some of them were shirtless, revealing large patches of chest hair, like bandits . ….
Thirty-six in total.
Not only did it surround the people, but it also formed an inexplicable formation.
Especially when these monks saw the rumored "Path to Immortality", none of the Taoist masters panicked.
Instead, it was full of murderous intent.
Even the abbot of Vajra Temple is the same.
Staring at Goethe wearing a bronze mask, an iron Zen stick fell into his hand.
However, the most eye-catching thing was that from a small meditation room on the outermost side, a big monk who was about two meters and five meters tall and wearing a short coarse cloth monk's robe walked out.
His muscles, like those cast in steel or iron, sparkled in the moonlight.
The beard hanging on his chest looked like steel wires, each one exploded.
The fan-sized hand only waved slightly, causing a hair-raising sound of breaking air.
Those legs, standing there, were like pillars.
"Amitabha."
"Bao Xiang greets Brother Dao."
The monk put his hands together.
Precious elephant!
One of the best masters in the world!
The top group of people!
Looking at his master coming out, Zhao Cheng was completely relieved.
He looked at Goethe
, chuckled.
"So it's 'The Tao of Immortality, the Tao Master has arrived.'"
"I'm really sorry for not welcoming you."
"I wonder if you are satisfied with the current situation?"
If he dares to come, he must be fully prepared.
The emperor does not sit in the hall.
Zhao Cheng attaches great importance to his own life.
"Um."
Goethe nodded.
He was very satisfied.
Very satisfied.
He looked at Baoxiang.
Is this the ceiling of combat power under normal circumstances in the secret realm before us?
If that's the case...
That's great.
Thinking of this, Goethe's blood and energy rose three feet up, like boiling steam, but unlike the white color of water vapor, this blood and energy steam was red.
scarlet!
A huge thing that looked like a human face emerged in the scarlet.
It is said to be like a human face only because there are a pair of eyes in the scarlet, but inside the mouth are a row of fangs!
Haha!
A silent laugh came from the giant shadowy face, and the monks present felt their hearts tremble and their whole bodies went cold.
When the blood shadow pounced out, no one could stop it.
The monk who was murderous the moment before turned into a mummy the next moment.
And that blood?
More intense.
Like red flame!
Monk Baoxiang stood in front of Zhao Cheng and shouted loudly -
"Be careful, it's the Blood God Evil Scripture!"
There was a loud shout, but no response.
Bao Xiang turned his head slightly, and his eyes suddenly widened.
Zhao Cheng's body was dry and he was no longer breathing.