Chapter 241 5, The wind is rustling and the water is cold
Shi Zhixuan suddenly appeared, praised Cheng Peng greatly, and then said something that shocked him.
The "Evil King" who is currently the number one person in the Demon Sect actually wants Cheng Peng to inherit Butian Pavilion!
Butian Pavilion?
Cheng Peng was very puzzled.
In his impression, Butian Pavilion is good at stealth assassination, such as phantom body skills, shadow sword skills... They are all designed to get close to the enemy silently, and then kill him with one blow, traveling thousands of miles away - Yang
Xu Yan killed Zhai Rang in this way, which led to the collapse of the Wagang Army.
And Cheng Peng himself, no matter how you look at it, seems to have nothing to do with Butian Pavilion.
But Shi Zhixuan had no intention of explaining. He just threw him a roll of black wooden bamboo slips and then drifted away.
"What is this?" Long Biao asked curiously when he saw Cheng Peng coming back with a strange scroll of bamboo slips.
"Tian Mo Ce, Volume 4." Cheng Peng replied casually, his eyes still fixed on the bamboo slips that could not be opened.
These simple six words made Long Biao jump up immediately. Fortunately, he still knew the importance, so he immediately switched to private chat mode and yelled: "Tianmo strategy? Demon sect's Tianmo strategy? One of the four great books.
Tianmo Ce? How did this thing get into your hands?"
"Shi Zhixuan gave it to me. He said he wanted me to inherit Butian Pavilion. I think this volume is the inheritance of Butian Pavilion." Cheng Peng answered honestly.
"...I have worked hard and spent countless time and energy to get some fragmentary Buddhist secrets. If you go out to practice Qianshizhixuan, Tianmoce will be delivered to your door...You are definitely having an affair with a woman...No, it's your wife.
Right! It must be like this!"
"I didn't expect you to complain too!"
"Which of your eyes saw that I was complaining? I was complaining!"
Long Biao's complaint was justified.
Especially when he found out that the devil had got it into his hands and showed it as [unknown bamboo slips, mission props], he became even more depressed and ran out to practice martial arts.
Cheng Peng didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only continue to study the "Fourth Volume of Tianmo Policy" in his hands.
For some reason, this bamboo slip couldn't be opened at all. If it couldn't be opened, it couldn't be read. Although the attribute clearly showed that it was [Volume 4 of Tian Mo Ce, one of the supreme inheritance classics of the Demon Sect], but he took this scroll.
There was nothing I could do about the classics. I really had a mountain of treasure ahead of me, but I could only return empty-handed. I was so depressed that I almost wanted to vomit blood.
Fortunately, Cheng Peng was quite knowledgeable and knew that nothing could be done in a restless mind, so he simply calmed down, arranged the affairs of the martial arts school properly, and began to retreat to study this secret book.
This retreat lasted for three full days.
During these three days, Cheng Peng did not try to open the Heavenly Demon Strategy. He just held it in his hand and continued to focus his energy and energy on it.
It's strange to say that Tianmo Ce is obviously just a roll of bamboo slips, but it can absorb the true energy continuously, and no matter how much it absorbs, there is no change in it. It is like a bottomless pit.
Three days can be said to be a long time, but it can also be said to be very short. It passed in the blink of an eye.
When Cheng Peng came out of seclusion, he was tired and confused and had gained nothing.
For three whole days, apart from taking a rest offline, he kept injecting Qi into Tian Mo Ce. However, the volume of Tian Mo Ce absorbed almost ten times the Qi of his full state, but there was no reaction at all, and it was still empty.
Yes, it is still a strange bamboo slip that cannot be opened.
"Your situation is very bad." Long Biao has adjusted his mentality and returned to his usual boldness. "Go and have a rest. Don't be in a hurry to practice. Anyway, Tianmo Ce will not fly away."
Cheng Peng shook his head and put the Yangzhou steamed buns into his mouth one after another with his right hand, but still held the bamboo slip in his left hand and his eyes still stayed on it.
If you don't take it, you will suffer disaster. Shi Zhixuan is definitely not a person who can reason well. Since he gave this volume of Heavenly Demon Strategy to Cheng Peng, Cheng Peng must learn some tricks. If he waits for Shi Zhixuan to come to his door, he
If you still have no clue at all like now, the end will definitely be miserable!
Long Biao couldn't help but sigh when he saw Cheng Peng's unwillingness to give up until he reached the Yellow River.
This "adventure" thing is indeed not necessarily a good thing!
Then he thought about himself - meeting that handsome monk who had nothing to do with "***" and being called a "destined person" was naturally a first-class adventure. As long as the reincarnation of the Buddha
A few casual words from a great master are a hundred times better than wrestling with a bear, rhinoceros, hippopotamus, or elephant in the wilderness! But the strongest among the eighty-eight saints actually wants to practice Buddhism on his own. When?
Having achieved something, when will I be able to accept myself as a disciple... "Where should I go to learn the Dharma of this Lao Shizi?"
Thinking of the hard work during this period and the "Buddhism" that he had no clue about, he couldn't help but get angry, waved his arms angrily, and secretly cursed the damn handsome monk for choking on his drink, falling when walking, and even when meditating.
Got leg cramps!
This movement was a little bigger and happened to hit the bamboo slip in Cheng Peng's hand.
Normally, the object in Cheng Peng's hand would not have been easily knocked away, but at this moment, he was in a daze and did not use any force on his hand. Long Biao's force was so great that he immediately knocked the bamboo slip away.
Flying - Cheng Peng was so shocked that he dropped the half-eaten buns, jumped after him, and grabbed the bamboo slips in the air. However, he lost his balance because of this action, and fell to the ground with a bang. Tianmo Ce was hitting him.
On the forehead.
There was a loud bang in his ears, his vision suddenly went dark, and Cheng Peng suddenly lost consciousness.
"When Jing Qing leaves, great things will happen. Thank you so much for Dan!"
"According to the prince's good words, Ke will definitely live up to the prince's trust!"
In the haze, Cheng Peng heard these two conversations, and vaguely saw many people in white gathering together as if to say goodbye. They sang sad songs, as if someone had died in the family.
When he woke up, he found that he was already in a majestic palace. The palace was mostly decorated in black, simple and majestic. The civil and military ministers in the palace were all arrogant, and the Imperial Guards and Imperial Guards were all murderous. Behind him,
A few steps away, there was a man with an extremely majestic figure, but his face was pale with fear; not far ahead, on a high throne, sat a gloomy-looking man wearing a black dress.
"This is the costume of the Qin Dynasty! That guy...this scene...Jing Ke assassinated the King of Qin?"
The thoughts in Cheng Peng's mind were racing, but he couldn't help but walked up. He chuckled and said, "The servants from a small place have never seen the magnificence of a big country. They were stunned for a moment. I hope your majesty will forgive you." Then he came
When he arrived in front of the throne, he put the box he was holding in his right hand on top and the scroll he was holding in his left hand on the other side.
"This is the head of Fan Yuqi. We in Yan State made a mistake in protecting this guy before. Now we offer his head in the hope that His Majesty will temporarily suspend his thunderous wrath."
The box was opened, and inside was the head of a bearded man. Although the man was dead, his expression was peaceful, as if he had not suffered any pain.
"Is that just that?" The man took a brief look and then lost interest, looking at him with gloomy, impersonal eyes full of malice and cruelty.
"Of course it's more than that. We also offered the land of Dukang, hoping to satisfy His Majesty." Cheng Peng - no, Jing Ke said this and opened the silk scroll... Cheng Peng sighed secretly in his heart.
Everything that followed was just as recorded in history. Although Jing Ke deceived Ying Zheng, his martial arts skills were far from being compared with the King of Qin, who had great swordsmanship and extraordinary strength. At first, he frightened the King of Qin with his momentum, but in the end he still failed.
His head felt dizzy, and his vision suddenly went dark. Cheng Peng found that he seemed to be a blind musician, percussing an instrument and playing for the King of Qin.
"This is Gao Jianli! He is building for King Qin now... King Qin is approaching! He jumped out! What a pity! The position is wrong - just a little bit! If you move half a foot to the left, you can kill this tyrant His head was smashed to pieces!”
His mind felt dizzy again, and Cheng Peng found himself standing on the top of a mountain near the road, carrying a large iron vertebra on his shoulders. Next to him was a handsome man who was more beautiful than a woman, and he was looking attentively at the mountain road below.
"This is Mr. Canghai, and that is Zhang Liang. The location should be Bolangsha. It seems that Yingzheng is going to be assassinated again!"
Cheng Peng's guess was absolutely correct. When the mighty First Emperor's eastern patrol team passed by the foot of the mountain, Lord Canghai roared and threw the big iron vertebra towards one of the gorgeous carts in the center of the team.
The big iron vertebra roared down from the top of the mountain, hit the target accurately, and smashed the roof of the cart to pieces. However, the car was not Yingzheng, but unrelated palace officials and the like.
"Damn it!" Zhang Liang slammed his fist on the stone next to him. His fist was broken and blood flowed. But he didn't care and just cursed angrily, "Tyrant! You can hide once, twice or three times. I don't believe you." You can hide for the rest of your life!"
"Even if I am gone, there will be other warriors who will stand up. As long as you don't die, sooner or later you will see the next warrior come to kill you!"
"Wash your neck and wait!"
His mind felt dizzy again, and Cheng Peng found that he had returned to Shilong Martial Arts Hall and was lying in the inner room.
Shi Zhixuan's voice came from not far outside: "...the so-called Buddhism has no fixed formula. If you don't care about forgiveness and tolerance, then choose the way of King Kong's Angry Eyes. When facing evil demons and heretics, how can you achieve transformation? Destroy it!"
"Is this okay?" Long Biao asked in surprise, "Isn't this a misinterpretation of Buddhism?"
"Misinterpretation? One hand holds the scriptures, and the other hand should hold the Zen staff. The scriptures are used to preach the scriptures and promote good ways, while the Zen staff is used to kill evil spirits and strengthen the righteousness. Isn't that the case with those 'virtuous kings' in Buddhism? Did they do it? Do you think they misinterpreted Buddhism?"
"Is he just a wise king after all..."
"You are a big boy, but your brain is really hard to use! Let me ask you, is there a Vajra in Buddhism? Is there a King of Ming?"
"have."
"What do King Kong and King Ming do?"
"Dharma protector."
"How to protect the law?"
"Slay demons and demons."
"Now you understand?"
"Got it!"
"It's not hopeless after all!" Shi Zhixuan laughed loudly, stood up, and opened the door here, "Cheng Peng, it's been three days since you were taught the magic strategy, have you realized anything?"
Cheng Peng sat up, took a deep breath, and replied respectfully: "I have seen the feats of the sages of Butian Pavilion."
"Which paragraphs are you seeing?"
"Jing Ke attacked the Qin Dynasty, and gradually left the country to attack the Qin Dynasty, leaving Marquis Bolang behind."
"...Oh? Are they these three?" Shi Zhixuan was slightly surprised and asked, "Didn't you see Nie Zheng?"
"No."
"...I misjudged you. It turns out you are not the kind of person I imagined..." Shi Zhixuan was silent for a while, then laughed again, "But this is better! Maybe you can achieve more than I expected."
!”
He walked up to Cheng Peng, sat upright in the most serious posture, looked into Cheng Peng's eyes, and asked: "Do you know what 'Mending the Sky' is?"
"If God has deficiencies, I will make up for them."
"How to make up for it?"
Cheng Peng changed his mind slightly and answered with a poem: "If you want to be sad and hear the screams of ghosts, I will cry and the jackals will laugh. I will shed tears to sacrifice the heroes, and raise my eyebrows and unsheath the sword!"
He thought this answer was appropriate, but Shi Zhixuan sneered and shook his head.
"The raised eyebrow sword is unsheathed? He holds the truth, holds the army in his hands, and is so high up. He can crush you to death with one finger. Why do you draw the sword?"
Cheng Peng was speechless for a moment and couldn't answer.
"It is the task of those heroes to unsheath the eyebrow-raised sword. But when terrorism is rampant, heroes may not appear. At this time, people who don't care about their lives need to stand up and use their own blood and lives to fight for the future.
The tyrant launched a hopeless attack." Shi Zhixuan said slowly, "The sky was broken, and Nuwa made stones to mend the sky. The stone could not mend the sky, so Nuwa mended it with herself."
"Now...do you understand what 'Matching the Sky' is?"
Cheng Peng was stunned.
Shi Zhixuan's words were like a bolt of lightning, piercing the fog in his heart and making him suddenly enlightened.
"I understand!"
[Dear player Cheng Peng: You have understood the magic of Butian Pavilion of Momen "Yi Shuihan"!]
