Watching the mysterious man wearing a mountain ghost mask leave, Fu Baosong muttered: "He seems to know me."
The old dean sighed and picked up the two volumes of Taoism left on the chair: "He said his name is Zhang Linchuan, do you have any impression?"
Fu Baosong thought for a while and said: "When Maplewood City was still there, during the three-city discussion, there was a senior brother in Maplewood City who used thunder magic, named Zhang Linchuan. In the end, he lost to senior brother Lin Zhengren."
The dean glanced at his disciple. He was actually very clear about Lin Zhengren's attitude towards Fu Baosong, and he also understood that Fu Baosong had always been at odds with those in the Lin family. But Fu Baosong would never say anything about these people behind their backs, or even mention Lin Zhengren.
He is always regarded as a senior brother. This child never lacks the courage to confront the dark side head-on, but he never has the evil spirit to backstab.
It was these little details that made him choose to pass his life's efforts to Fu Baosong instead of Lin Zhengren, who was superior in strength and talent.
These thoughts were just passed away, and the dean of Wangjiang City Taoist Academy said: "This is impossible. I know Zhengren's strength very well. Even Zhengren now is far from being as powerful as this person just now. Moreover, the whole
The entire city of Maple Grove is mired in the underworld, with not a single blade of grass growing, how could that Zhang Linchuan survive?"
Thinking of the Maplewood City that turned into a ghost overnight, Fu Baosong felt pity in his heart and casually speculated: "Maybe it's a pseudonym, maybe it's just the same name."
"I hope it's just the same name." The dean sighed with an emotion that Fu Baosong didn't understand, and then put the two booklets in his hands into Fu Baosong's hands: "Take it and try to figure it out."
Fu Baosong raised his head and looked at him: "Teacher, this..."
The dean patted him on the shoulder to stop his refusal: "My talent is limited, and my life will stop here. You have a better future, and you are more worthy of these Taoist skills. Master them as quickly as possible, so
The Kuchiki Jue is not handed over in vain. This is an order."
Fu Baosong has been stubborn since he was a child. When faced with some things, sometimes even the dean of Wangjiang City Taoist Academy may not be able to convince him.
But he will definitely listen to the dean's orders, no matter how reluctant he is.
Fu Baosong held these two Taoist techniques tightly in his hands: "Baosong must work hard."
The dean nodded happily and said: "Ring the bell now and ask for help from the powerful people in the entire Wangjiang City."
"Teacher." Fu Baosong hesitated for a moment: "It seems that it is too late to ask for help now. Moreover, if it arouses the anger of the person just now, he will..."
"Of course it's too late to call for help now. But we must spread the word about the Kuchiki Art that was taken away. Otherwise, if that person does something evil in the future and exposes the Kuchiki Art, then you and I will not be able to get away with it no matter what."
The old dean said: "And if we ask for help now, it is impossible to do anything to that person. That person should also know it. Judging from his style of doing things, he is still a person with a bottom line and will not return to the Taoist Temple for revenge.
"
Fu Baosong understood the teacher's concerns and nodded: "I'll go right away."
The dean added behind him: "If the city lord and the others come over later, you must remember that I was the one who gave the Kuchiki Jue. This is my unique Taoist technique, and I am qualified to make the choice."
"But in fact..."
"This is the fact!" The dean interrupted him very sternly: "This is also an order."
It is a big or small matter to let a stranger take away a unique Taoist skill. If it is the dean himself who hands over his own Taoist skills for the safety of the Taoist students, no one can blame him.
And if Fu Baosong handed over Taoism, he would probably be said to be greedy for life and afraid of death, which would be detrimental to his future development in the court.
The old dean is trying to protect his disciples from all the bad and bad reputations. Considering all aspects, even for his own son, this is no more.
Fu Baosong gritted his teeth and finally went.
The bell of the city's Taoist temple rang nine times in a row, immediately alerting all the powerful men in Wangjiang City.
The City Daoyuan is the most critical place in the entire city. If something goes wrong, none of them will be able to get away with it.
The city lord of Wangjiang City in the Neifu Realm will arrive in a moment, and the Chief of the Criminal Investigation Department of Wangjiang City at the peak of the Tenglong Realm will also arrive shortly.
Fortunately, Wangjiang City Taoist Academy did not suffer any substantial losses, but the dean was forced to seize an original Taoist technique.
As for the gangster who broke into the city's Taoist temple at night, after asking about his approximate strength, Wangjiang City Lord had already decided on a strategy for handling the matter.
The pursuit must be pursued, and the face of the whole city is involved, but the execution intensity must be louder than thunder. After all, the opponent is at least the strength of the Neifu realm, and few people in the entire Wangjiang City can deal with it. And as a person, he
It is impossible for the lord of a city to drop everything and hunt down the gangster himself.
Anyway, Cheng Dao Yuan had no substantial losses, and Cheng Dao Yuan itself was not very willing to pursue liability.
In just a few words, the city lord, the dean of the city's Taoist Academy, and the chief of the Criminal Investigation Department, the three highest-ranking officials in the city, had reached a tacit understanding and made arrangements tacitly.
Launch a wanted warrant, strengthen night patrols, and send a few teams of monks to show off, that's all.
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Jiang Wang left Wangjiangcheng Taoist Temple without much joy in his heart of achieving his set goal.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Jiang Yan's voice rang out in Tongtian Palace: "Coercion, inducement, coercion... I thought only I could do these things."
"If you want to ridicule, then do it." Jiang Wang remained unmoved: "I must get back what Zhuang Guo owes me."
"Whatever it takes?"
Jiang Wang did not answer his question directly, but said: "I didn't lie to them just now. If they still refuse to give it when the time comes, I will give up."
"You still feel ashamed." Jiang Yan laughed: "Otherwise you wouldn't explain to me."
"It would be great if that dean was a treacherous and evil person. Then no matter how you torture him or even destroy his will, you don't have to feel ashamed."
"I have a secret technique that can arouse evil thoughts in people's hearts. When the person who is subject to the technique does something evil, you can deal with him and feel at ease. What do you think, do you want to learn it?"
"You obviously have more choices and can become stronger faster, why should you tie yourself up?"
"What standards are you holding yourself to? Who cares?"
"Don't you feel tired living like this?"
"It's better to let yourself go..."
"Stronger, more relaxed, and more comfortable..."
Jiang Yan was particularly active tonight and chattered endlessly.
The shame he felt when facing Fu Baosong became a short-term loophole in Jiang Wang's defense.
Jiang Yan was keenly aware of this and tried to expand this loophole in his defense.
During the whole process, he did not use any secret techniques, he simply used words to manipulate his emotions.
Because the use of any secret technique at this time is equivalent to a direct declaration of war. He is not willing to start a soul showdown with Jiang Wang now.
But Jiang Wang remained silent.
Instead, his eyes became calmer and calmer, and he walked silently in Wangjiang City in the dark night.
Wangjiang City Taoist Temple's nine-ring bell for help rang at this moment.
This chapter has been completed!