Because the battle of Saint Seiya is so boring...so I plan to continue destroying it...

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A week later, Taiping, Xingya, Zilong and Xiu’s master and apprentice embarked on the road to the West to learn scriptures. (Incorrect)

There is nothing much to say about the honeymoon trip of the four grown men. Finally, they arrived at the Pamir Plateau. Under the leadership of Taiping, who was holding a secret book, the undead saints who blocked the road were really not an obstacle. They traveled easily.

Then we came to where Mr. Mu lived.

"Stop anyone who comes!"

A little ghost yelled from the Babel Tower without an entrance.

"Hey! Kid! Is Mr. Mu here?" Xingya asked.

"Kid? No matter who you are, no one dares to say that I, Lord Guigui, the disciple of the powerful Mr. Mu, am a kid!" (Note 1)

The kid on the tower jumped up in anger, raised a hand, and activated his super power.

"Give you some color to see!"

Stones from all around flew up and hit Taiping and others.

"Seiya, you have a big mouth!"

Taiping rolled his eyes and used his telekinesis to intercept all the flying stones.

"What?! You can read power too!"

Noble Ghost's eyes widened in disbelief.

After putting the stone down, Taiping smiled and said to Gui Gui: "Who is Gui Gui? Sorry, my companion is a fool and can't speak. Can you tell us where Mr. Mu is?"

"Hey! Who are you calling an idiot?" Seiya was unhappy.

Zilong kicked him directly, "Shut up! You idiot!"

After being coaxed by Taiping for a while, Guigui flew down from the tower happily and said, "Mr. Mu will be back soon, just wait for a while."

"Really? Thank you so much."

"Hahaha, blah blah, you are too polite." Gui Gui touched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly, "I'll get you some water."

With that said, he turned around and flew into the tower.

"Hey... kids are just kids..." Taiping, who was smiling just now, immediately changed his face.

Zilong and Seiya, who knew his character well, rolled their eyes in surprise, while Ursa Major's face was blank.

"It's best that you get used to it as soon as possible..." Zilong patted his sluggish expression and said.

Not long after, Mr. Mu, dressed in plain robes, came over.

"Mr. Mu? Can you lend me a moment to speak?"

Taiping walked up to him and asked.

Although he was stunned by Taiping's sudden request, Mr. Mu still nodded and agreed. The two of them walked into the tower one after another, and Taiping told the truth about Aiolos's defection.

"Is that so..." Mr. Mu pondered for a while.

"If you still have questions, you can go to Japan and have a look. Maybe the Golden Saint Cloth can be faked, but the reincarnation of the goddess cannot be faked?"

"I understand... I will go take a look at it when the time comes, but first I will repair your holy clothes."

After being persuaded by Taiping, Mr. Mu nodded and said.

The four pieces of holy clothing that were smashed and barely put together were placed in front of Mr. Mu. Even the calmness of the Golden Saint was a little surprised. After all, the intensity of the battle at that time could be roughly guessed from the damage of the holy clothing.

"Although I knew that you were fighting to improve the small universe in a life-and-death fight, I didn't expect that the fight would be so fierce." Mr. Mu said with some admiration, "However, the holy clothes are so damaged that a lot of blood is needed to resurrect the holy clothes.

,Fortunately enough of you came."

So the four men stepped forward and poured their blood on their holy garments.

While Taiping was bleeding, he asked Mr. Mu: "Is it true that the higher the level of the person who bleeds, the more powerful the holy clothes will be after resurrection? For example, the blood of the Golden Saint or something like that."

Mr. Mu was stunned for a moment, nodded, and then said: "But I don't have that much blood for you."

"Why bother you, Mr. Mu..." The bloodletting was almost done. After Taiping stopped the bleeding, he continued: "I was just thinking about how to get some blood from Teacher Shaka. Where is the blood of the Buddha's reincarnation?

It should be very powerful?”

Thinking of this, Taiping kept nodding his head "hmm".

Mr. Mu, his master, his apprentice, and Xi looked at Taiping with dark expressions as he plotted against his teacher. Zilong and Xingya still rolled their eyes.

"Eh...that's right!"

Taiping suddenly slapped his palms and said in shock: "If the blood of the goddess is used, it will be even more powerful!"

"Such a rebellious idea..."

Mr. Mu is completely messed up.

"But I can't bear to let the little girl bleed..." Taiping, who had completely fallen into his own world, ignored Mr. Mu's accusation and muttered to himself: "Why don't you find an opportunity to steal the little girl's tampons? No.

Do you know if the reincarnation of a goddess has the concept of menstrual period..."

"puff!"

Mr. Mu, whose world view was once again shocked, spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down.

Zhang Taiping finally responded, "Eh? Mr. Mu, what's wrong with you? Ah... so much golden blood! We can't waste it!"

He reached out to pick up his holy robe and caught the blood mist sprayed by Mr. Mu who was slowly falling in the sky.

"I will never repair the holy robe for you!" Mr. Mu covered his chest and said viciously to Zhang Taiping.

"Eh...then wasn't your blood wasted?" Zhang Taiping raised the holy robe in his hand.

"You!...Waste is waste! Anyway, I won't repair it for you! Noble ghost! Take out the tools!"

"Ah? Oh!" Guigui, who had been in a state of shock since just now, came to his senses and flew into the tower to take out the tools for repairing the holy robe.

Mr. Mu, who took the tool from Noble Ghost, glared at Taiping, walked to Ursa Major's Holy Cloth and began to repair it.

Seiya and others didn't care about the repair status of the holy clothes, and looked at Taiping with admiring eyes. He was so powerful and domineering! Without even using a single move, his words made the Golden Saint vomit blood!

Taiping, who had no hope of repairing the holy robe, was not in a hurry and stared at Mr. Mu's hands to see how he repaired the holy robe.

"The material of the tool is not too special, and metal with high hardness is not difficult to get. When repairing, did you run the small universe and use the blood on the holy clothes to animate the holy clothes? It is really unscientific... because of the reanimation

Because of this, the molecules on the holy clothes are closer together, improving the defense to a higher level? It’s still unscientific... Well, the principle is not scientific, as long as you know how to do it."

Zhang Taiping secretly imitated Mu's skills while analyzing them.

Just like this, more than half a month passed, and all the holy clothes of Seiya and others were repaired. Only Taiping's Southern Cross remained in tatters.

"Well, the repair time is a bit longer than expected." Zhang Taiping touched his chin and said to Xingya and others: "You guys rush back first. By this time, the Holy Land's crusade is almost here."

The three of them looked at each other, then nodded and left the Pamir Plateau.

"What are you still doing here?" Mr. Mu said angrily: "No matter how much you beg me, I will never repair the holy robe for you."

"No, I just want to ask if you can lend me the tools for repairing the holy robe?" Taiping smiled rather embarrassedly.

"Haha, do you think you can learn how to repair the Holy Cloth by observing me for the past few weeks?" Mr. Mu couldn't help but laugh, "You are really overestimating your abilities, dear devil, give him the tools!"

"Hey, how will you know if you don't try it." Zhang Taiping said with a smile after taking the tool handed over by Gui Gui.

"snort!"

Mr. Mu sneered and stopped talking. He glanced at Taiping who was tinkering with his holy clothes from the corner of his eye, wanting to see how this rebellious guy made a fool of himself.

"This unscientific!"

After observing for a while, Mr. Mu exclaimed in disbelief that the Holy Cloth of the Southern Cross gradually regained its vitality under Taiping's hands.

"How is this possible? How is this possible?!"

The shocked Mr. Mu knelt down on the ground in a frustrated posture, constantly trying to deny the facts he saw.

It's a pity that facts will not be changed by a person's will, even if that person is the Golden Saint, the warrior of the goddess. Under Mr. Mu's ghostly eyes, Taiping spent about a week repairing his holy clothes.

"You guy..." Mr. Mu is still looking at Taiping with a ghostly look, "It's incredible... But since you can learn how to repair the Holy Cloth... Anyway, I will give you this set of tools.

No need to refuse, I still have some spare."

Mr. Mu shook his head and sighed: "Although you are a very rebellious guy, I can feel your protection and... doting on the goddess from your resurrected holy clothes?"

"Of course, your goddess calls me her brother!" Zhang Taiping said proudly.

"Is it...?" Mr. Mu felt that he had almost lost all his anger in this week. "I will go to Japan to confirm the specific details. As long as you can protect the goddess, you can do whatever you want.

How are you? Alas..." He shook his head and ignored Taiping, turned around and entered the Tower of Babel.

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Japanese, Chengdu family.

Seiya and others had just repelled a wave of Saints led by two Silvers and were sitting in the yard to rest.
To be continued...