Concubine Wan Gui glanced at Zhu Youji, stood up, walked to the wall, pressed the button, and handed the empty shell of the Liuren Divine Dice to Zhu Youji.
"Look, there are no secrets in it." Concubine Wan Gui said as she slowly distanced herself from Zhu Youji.
Zhu Youji took the Liuren Divine Dice and checked whether it was genuine or not.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a special treasure: Liuren Divine Dice, and gaining 100,000 plot points. 】
Seeing that Zhu Youji's eyes were attracted by the Liuren Divine Dice, Concubine Wan Gui no longer hesitated and jumped up directly and flew to the other side of the palace.
Ting Fengyu, who had just disappeared, also appeared in front of Concubine Wan Gui. She drew her long sword and stared at Zhu Youji closely to prevent him from messing around.
"Donator Wan, I'm going to replace the flowers with the wood. The use is unknown. I hope you can take care of it yourself." Zhu Youji put the Liuren Divine Dice into his arms, took a deep look at Wan Guifei, then activated his Qinggong and left the Hanbing Palace directly.
"Huh?" Concubine Wan Gui was a little stunned and surprised by Zhu Youji's sudden departure.
Logically speaking, although he got the Liuren Divine Dice, there was no secret book in it. He should ask himself, asking for the secret book, why did he leave?
"Master, I'm afraid this Liuren Divine Dice is not as simple as we thought." Ting Fengyu suddenly said after seeing Zhu Youji's actions.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Concubine Wan Gui frowned and asked.
"Master, the legend of the Liuren Divine Dice records the highest mental method of the Wedding Clothes Magic, the magical skill of moving flowers and grafting trees, but the peerless martial arts of Yihua Palace is not limited to the Wedding Clothes Magic!"
"I'm afraid that there are other martial arts hidden in this Liuren Divine Dice, so this mysterious person is willing to leave." Ting Fengyu expressed his inference.
"Is this so..."
Concubine Wan Gui also nodded slightly. Feng Yu's explanation made sense. Apart from this reason, there should be no other possibility.
"Feng Yu, who do you think he is?"
Concubine Wan Gui looked at Ting Fengyu and asked this question.
Hearing this question, Ting Fengyu hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and explained: "Master, he is probably an unborn eminent monk in Shaolin."
"Shaolin monk?" Concubine Wan Gui's eyes flashed, thoughtfully. She walked to the chair and sat down, "Tell me what you think."
Ting Feng Yu nodded and explained: "Master, the Buddhist martial arts he just performed are all from Shaolin. They are all one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. There are many types and they don't seem to be fake, so I am sure that he must be from Shaolin. .”
"The seventy-two stunts of Shaolin are of various types, including fingering, boxing, palm, body, formation, internal strength, etc. If an ordinary Shaolin monk wants to practice to such a state, he must go through time and practice, even if he is a genius , it also takes many years of practice to be effective."
"Most of Shaolin Temple's martial arts are step-by-step martial arts. It is difficult to make tricks. The more solid the foundation, the stronger the strength."
Listening to Feng Yu's analysis, Concubine Wan Gui frowned slightly and said, "In other words, do you think the mysterious man just now is an old guy?"
"Yes." Ting Fengyu nodded.
Concubine Wan Gui frowned. For some reason, judging from her perception, the man beside her seemed to be young.
Just now, there was skin-to-skin contact between them. Even in the dark, his exposed palms and skin did not look like that of an old man.
Although practicing martial arts can slow down aging, aging, sickness and death are natural and no one can escape turning into dust.
Only in the realm of a master can your appearance be preserved forever.
But if you want to rejuvenate, you also need special elixirs and exercises.
"Is there any martial arts in this world that can imitate the effects of Shaolin's stunts?" Concubine Wan Gui asked.
Ting Feng Yu was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and said: "There is also a sect that disappeared a hundred years ago, the Xiaoyao Sect, which has a special martial arts called Xiao Wuxiang Gong. This martial arts can be used to imitate the martial arts of others.
Learn and even surpass users of orthodox martial arts."
"But this martial arts, the imitation martial arts, although the moves and internal strength are very similar, it is still slightly different from the orthodox martial arts."
"I can confirm that the person just now uses the most orthodox Shaolin martial arts, and his cultivation level is extremely high. He has also practiced Shaolin external skills to the extreme. He is already half a step away from being a master."
Concubine Wan Gui felt that there would be no problem with her perception. This man felt a bit strange, and he was definitely not an old man. Concubine Wan Gui even had a question mark in her mind as to whether he was an old Shaolin monk.
Because Shaolin old monks are rarely born, especially those with this kind of cultivation, who usually hide in the Shaolin Temple and seek to break through the realm of masters. How could they enter the palace at night because of the Liuren Divine Dice?
Once this kind of thing is exposed, the entire Shaolin Temple will be destroyed.
She is the emperor's most favored concubine, and by virtue of her power in controlling the court, she has offended herself because of someone else's mistake?
does it worth?
To take a step back, although grafting is powerful, it requires abolishing all one's own cultivation before it can be practiced.
Is this kind of martial arts really useful for Shaolin monks?
Unless he deliberately wants to frame Shaolin...
"You just said that you need to practice these Shaolin martial arts for a long time to achieve success."
Concubine Wan Gui pondered for a moment, knocked on the golden nanmu chair, and asked: "But human energy is limited. Is there really anyone in the Shaolin Temple who can practice so many Shaolin seventy-two stunts in one go?"
"Master, Shaolin has a unique secret skill called Zaagama Kung Fu. This martial art allows practitioners to understand the secret skill quickly and master it quickly. There was once a Shaolin eminent monk who relied on this skill to master several of the seventy-two Shaolin skills and became famous.
The world."
"I suspect that the technique that the man practiced just now is also a mixed Aghan technique." Ting Feng Yu is indeed the owner of Feng Man Lou. He is knowledgeable and well-informed. In just a few fights, he guessed that Zhu Youji
Cultivation techniques.
Although Shaolin's seventy-two stunts are famous all over the world, few people know which ones they are.
Because these are the secrets of Shaolin that are not passed down.
Concubine Wan Gui nodded slightly and said: "Okay, I understand, then let your people go investigate the Shaolin Temple and find all the people who have practiced Zaaghan Gong and see if it is them."
"Yes! I understand." Ting Fengyu said with cupped hands.
Concubine Wan Gui stood up, looked at the destroyed palaces and buildings, and ordered: "Go and find some people to come in and restore this place. His Majesty will come over tomorrow, so don't let him see anything."
"I understand." Ting Fengyu bowed his hands and turned to leave.
It is not easy to restore the entire Hanbing Palace to its original state overnight.
On the other side, Zhu Youji carefully left the inner palace and just stepped into the back garden.
I saw a purple-gold figure, wearing a black hat, standing in the center of the garden, seemingly waiting for something.
As if aware of Zhu Youji's arrival, the figure turned around with a smile on his rosy face.
"Let the Zajia take a look, who is this little thief hiding on Concubine Wan Gui's bed?"??