But the next moment, the two of them acted as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the courtyard door together - the courtyard where Goethe and his party were. You could enter the backyard from the shop, or you could go directly to the backyard.
There is also a small locking gate in the backyard.
On weekdays, it is locked from the inside, and if there is any inconvenience, just leave here.
Therefore, it is quiet here and there are not many people.
These two saw this situation.
Fortunately, I let go.
Although they haven't exchanged fists and kicks yet, their tone was that of a rude person——
"Rong's Biography says: When Rong was four years old, he ate pears with his brother and often attracted the younger ones.
People ask why.
The answer is: Son, the method should be to choose the smaller one.
Don’t you understand, the emperor’s brother?
Do you need Brother Huang to hire a new enlightenment teacher for you?
Although Buddhist scriptures are good, they cannot save fools."
A young man dressed in Confucian uniform, wearing a turban and holding a folding fan asked with a smile.
His words contained both a gun and a stick.
Beside him was a young man wearing regular clothes but holding a string of 108 emerald beads in his hand. His face remained unchanged and he even smiled. He responded softly: "Buddha saves those who are destined to be saved."
but me?
Just a destined person.
Mr. Mo here is also a destined person."
"oh?"
"Where did this fate come from?"
The Confucian man asked as he opened the folding fan and shook it gently.
Although Haimen is not as good as Black Earth, it has not yet come out of the first lunar month, and it is quite chilly when the wind blows. I really don’t know what this person is doing.
However, the words on the folding fan are excellent.
It says--
The sound of wind and rain and the sound of reading reached my ears.
It looks like it should be a couplet, but this side of the fan only has this sentence.
The handwriting is thick and sharp, and it looks like a sword, but for some reason, it lacks a trace of charm, just like you see a sharp weapon. It is indeed a sharp weapon, but it is definitely not a treasure.
"The fate comes from practice, from virtue, and from the blessings in the previous life."
"Brother Two Emperors was naturally very blessed in his last life, and he practiced cultivation, but he didn't...
well."
With a sigh, the man holding the rosary stopped talking.
This is as close as pointing my nose to scolding you for being a bad person.
But the Confucian man was not angry at all, he just stretched out his foot and gently stepped on his brother's foot.
This kick is silent.
And, hidden.
Still fast.
The man holding the rosary realized it too late and his foot had been stepped on.
Confucian men step very skillfully, not stepping on their feet, but on their toes, and constantly turning their ankles.
While pedaling and pushing, I asked.
"Hey, my dear brother, what you said is biased.
As a brother, I still have some virtue. For example, I didn't slap you in the face, I just stepped on your feet.
Look, does this count as virtue?"
"Calculate!"
The man holding the rosary said it through his back teeth.
why?
He hurts!
My thumb feels like it's rotten.
That really hurt.
"Imperial brother, you have read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, but you are not familiar with the Buddhist Kung Fu for strengthening the body. I remember Master Baoxiang once said that after practicing his Kung Fu, it is like a golden bell covering the body, and it is hard to be hurt by a sword!...
.
Emperor brother, you are so short of time!"
The Confucian man sighed, seemingly full of regret.
The man holding the rosary was moving the rosary faster and faster. The emerald beads were emerald green and shining in the sun, which was really beautiful, but the man was sweating on his forehead.
"You stepped on my door!"
The man gritted his teeth and said.
The Confucian man looked surprised.
"The cover is on top of the big hole, so my brother, don't try to trick me."
As he said this, he seemed not to believe it and twisted his feet vigorously.
"This is the golden bell cover modified by Master Baoxiang. Not only is it quick, it can also hide the cover door somewhere, so it is no longer restricted by the big hole."
The tip of the nose of the person holding the beads started to sweat.
It's not just pain.
And, I’m still thinking about it.
Did the second emperor brother in front of him accidentally touch his own door?
Or did you already know it?
In the former case, if the opponent is too lucky, he will have to avoid the edge temporarily and find another way.
In the case of the latter...
He has to transcend the other person.
"So this is ah."
"Brother Yu, I'm sorry."
Saying such words, the Confucian man did not have the slightest intention of moving his feet away, but instead cupped his hands towards the courtyard door -
"Scholar Zhao Tuo asks to see Mr. Mo."
After saying that, bow to the end.
The young man holding the prayer beads on the side also bowed and saluted. Even though this action made him more painful, his voice was not low.
"Zhao Cheng asks to see Master Mo."
As he spoke, Zhao Cheng clasped his hands together on his chest.
The sound spread into the courtyard, which made Goethe, who was watching the play, a little regretful. He thought he would have to fight.
However, the scene just now was quite exciting.
Goethe sat in the room and almost laughed out loud.
These two are also amazing.
It seems to be modest, but in fact it is like a needle-point, and there is no concession at all.
Especially Zhao Tuo, he felt a bit shady.
And Zhao Cheng, who seemed to be suffering, really suffered?
It hurts for a while at most.
After that, there must be a big publicity about what happened in front of the door.
Let Zhao Tuo be stigmatized.
When this man lowered his head, Goethe could clearly see the glint in his eyes. He was also a sinister person.
Goethe had no good impression of such a sinister person.
In his team, he is the only one who is deceitful.
leftover?
Must be kicked out.
so--
"I'm sorry, gentlemen."
"My husband is feeling ill."
"I'm sorry to have to make this trip for you two."
Lao Wang once again played the role of housekeeper and appeared at the backyard gate.
First there was an apologetic smile, then he nodded and bowed.
That look makes it hard for people to find fault even if they want to get angry.
What's more, Zhao Tuo and Zhao Cheng will not get angry at all.
"is that so?"
"Since Mr. Mo is ill, I know some famous doctors who can diagnose and treat Mr. Mo."
Zhao Nuo said.
"My uncle Baoshu is a practitioner of both Buddhism and medicine, and he is highly skilled in martial arts. He should be able to deal with Mr. Mo's illness easily."
Zhao Cheng also said.
It was obvious that the two of them would not give up just like that.
And this is also the reason why Goethe asked Lao Wang to come.
If you give it to others, you may not be able to connect it smoothly...
At least, Lao Wang handed it over again without changing his expression.
"Thank you very much, gentlemen. My husband just has some minor ailments. He can make his own medicine and retreat for a few days and he will be fine."
"When the time comes, how about you two gentlemen coming to visit us again?"
With that said, Lao Wang handed over his hand again.
When the conversation came to this point, Zhao Tuo and Zhao Cheng had no choice.
After leaving the name note with regret on his face, he got in the car and went home.
The moment the curtains were lowered, the smiles on these two faces disappeared, becoming gloomy and indifferent.
"Huh, no
Know how to lift."
Either they are brothers, the two said these words almost in no particular order.
Then, we started thinking about it together again.
Is Mr. Mo really sick, or is he fake?
Or more accurately...
hurt!
Almost instantly, the two of them thought of ‘the Tao of Immortality, Tao Master.
No one has ever thought that salted fish can turn over.
Although their aunt was in charge of what happened back then, afterward, they carefully looked through the files from different government offices and the information that their own people had gathered.
There is something strange in it.
But one thing is certain, 'The Tao of Immortality, even if its master is not dead, is already useless.
But who knows.
Ten years later, the other party unexpectedly made a comeback.
"Is the "True Skill of Immortality" really so miraculous?"
The two of them were thinking about it in their hearts.
Then, the two of them couldn't help but think of Qingyuan Mountain.
‘The Tao of Immortality is only one of the three inheritances in Qingyuan Mountain. In addition to ‘The Tao of Immortality,’ there are two more.
It's a pity that they can't get involved with those two.
Because, it's all in their aunt's hands.
"The left side is weak and the right side is weak."
The two brothers once again let out the same sigh.
The subsequent arrangements are also very similar.
"Let someone tell the Caobang and encourage the small forces below to visit Mr. Mo one after another. If necessary, make the noise louder and let the whole city know about it."
"Let someone tell the Salt Gang and encourage the small forces below to visit Mr. Mo one after another. It is best to carry the coffin with the body. You must cry louder."
After giving the instructions, the two princes returned to their respective places of residence.
The second prince is at Tianming Academy.
The third prince is at the Vajra Temple.
The two of them have their own support and naturally have to make their own choices.
Unlike the imperial brother who was born earlier, he naturally occupies the best position.
They can only choose to settle for the next best thing.
However, the loss this time was not small.
I'm afraid they will be beaten by their aunt.
Seventeen secret strongholds were all gone. Beidou Division and Nandou Division, which were established three years ago, suffered heavy losses and were almost wiped out. Especially the lost [Treasure Card] was enough to make their brother drink a pot.
of.
only……
Not too much.
Without their brother to support their aunt, they wouldn't be able to bear it.
Thinking of this, the two of them started writing furiously at the same time.
I wrote it to my brother.
There are also letters written to that biological aunt.
Of course, there is also my biological father.
Although the biological father no longer cares about things, the respect that should be given still needs to be there...
Daqian pays attention to filial piety.
It got dark unconsciously.
The third prince, Zhao Cheng, was doing evening classes with the monks of Kongang Temple.
That serious and pious look, especially under the candlelight, with the golden light shining on it, made the abbot of Vajra Temple nod repeatedly.
"Your Highness, with piety and hard work, you will soon reach the Arhat state."
"The host is ridiculous."
"It's just that the martial arts modified by my master are special, and they are far different from the Arhat realm."
Zhao Cheng explained softly.
The Arhat realm is similar to the great 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 realm, sometimes not even one in a hundred years. It was not until their ancestor, the founding emperor of Daqian, appeared that this situation changed.
Although a great master is difficult, it is no longer a once-in-a-century experience.
As long as you are willing, you can always achieve it.
How could you give it up?
【Precious Card】!
Find a suitable [Treasure Card] and study hard, and you can always achieve it.
So many people are eager for [Bao Card].
But only the Daqian royal family knew that only the sixteen [Treasure Cards] they reserved could be used.
leftover?
It is somewhat possible, but only in a few pictures.
More?
That's just a trail.
Just like his cheap master Baoxiang.
Why would such a famous master in the world accept him as his disciple?
Isn’t it just for the sixteen [Treasure Cards] kept in the royal family?
Zhao Cheng knew it well.
But I'm even happier.
Because he can also share the benefits.
Just like the current "Golden Bell", there were originally thirteen levels, and starting from the sixth level, they are one level at a time and can only be broken by those with great talent and perseverance.
When studying [Treasure Cards] w w w..com, his master's treasure tree was only at the tenth level, and after studying five of the sixteen [Treasure Cards], it had already reached the eleventh level a year ago.
Not only is there only half an inch left to cover the door, but the muscles in his body are as strong as steel when hard, and as soft as cotton wool when soft, he is invulnerable to invulnerability, water and fire, his strikes are as strong as wind and thunder, his body is as light as a feather, he can ride on the waves without falling, and more importantly Yes, there is something magical about it.
He couldn't ask for that kind of magic.
But he was able to learn the improved golden bell with great enthusiasm.
Now we have reached the ninth level.
The tenth level is not far away either.
It probably only takes a year or two.
"Level 10!"
Zhao Cheng is yearning for it.
Even though Baoshu has reached the eleventh level, the original Baoshu relied on the golden bell of the tenth level to reach the level of countless masters in the world.
If he reaches the tenth level, he can do some things.
Thinking in his heart, Zhao Cheng said no more, clasped his hands to the abbot of the Vajra Temple, and left the hall.
And at this moment——
A gust of wind.
No illness, no slowness.
The wind stopped.
The figure flashed.
Bronze mask, linen robe, tall figure, standing with hands behind his back.
"stop!"
The abbot of the Jingang Temple shouted loudly and stood directly in front of Zhao Cheng. The monks in the temple even carried swords and long sticks and surrounded him.
These monks are all big-bodied and round-waisted, and their faces are sinister and ferocious. They don’t have any of the majestic Buddhist appearance. Some of them are shirtless, exposing large patches of chest hair, like bandits...
A total of thirty-six.
Not only did they surround the people, but they also formed an inexplicable formation.
Especially when these monks saw the rumored 'Tao of Immortality, none of the Taoists panicked.
On the contrary, he was murderous.
Even the abbot of Kongo Temple is the same.
Staring at Goethe who was wearing a bronze mask, an iron Zen staff fell into his hand.
However, the most eye-catching thing was that from a small Zen room on the outermost side, a tall monk, about two and a half meters tall, wearing a short coarse cloth monk's robe, walked out.
His muscles were like steel poured into iron, shining brightly in the moonlight.
The beards hanging down on his chest were like steel wires, exploding one by one.
Just a slight movement of the palm-sized hand caused a numbing sound in the air.
Those legs, standing there, are like pillars.
"Amitabha."
"Baoxiang has met Brother Tao."
The great monk clasped his hands together.
Treasure elephant!
There are countless masters in the world!
The top group of people!
Looking at the master who came out, Zhao Cheng was completely relieved.
He looked at Goethe
, chuckled softly.
"It turns out to be the 'Tao of Immortality, and the Taoist Master has arrived."
"It's really disappointing."
"I wonder if you are satisfied with the formation in front of you?"
If he dares to come, he must be fully prepared.
The emperor does not sit down in the hall.
Zhao Cheng attaches great importance to his own life.
"Um."
Goethe nodded.
He was very satisfied.
Extremely satisfied.
He looked at Baoxiang.
Is this the ceiling of normal combat power in the secret realm in front of us?
if it is like this……
That's really great.
Thinking of this, the energy and blood all over Goethe's body rose three feet high, like boiling water vapor, but unlike the white color of the water vapor, this energy and blood vapor was red.
scarlet!
A huge thing that looked like a human face emerged from the scarlet color.
It is said that it looks like a human face, just because there are a pair of scarlet eyes, but in the mouth, there are pieces of fangs!
Quack!
Silent laughter rang out from the giant phantom face, and the monks present felt their hearts tremble and their whole bodies tremble.
When the blood shadow jumped out, it was even more unstoppable.
The monk who was murderous one moment became a mummy the next moment.
And that blood?
More intense.
It’s like red inflammation!
Monk Baoxiang stood directly in front of Zhao Cheng and shouted loudly——
"Be careful, it's the 'blood god evil meridian'!"
He shouted loudly, but there was no response.
Baoxiang turned his head slightly and his eyes suddenly widened.
