"The situation in your precious disciple's body seems to be bad, but because his meridians are top-grade wood-attributed Yuanmai, even if all his meridians are really shattered by the violent zhenqi, he can still rely on the wood-attributed energy without our treatment.
The strong vitality is slowly returning, it seems that we may not be able to earn your favor, Lao Fang..."
Everyone could hear the regret in the old Confucian scholar's voice when he said this. The favor of Fang Buding, the strongest martial saint, was not trivial. If there was a possibility, he still hoped to win this favor, but several people present had already
After investigating the condition of Zhou Yi's body, this boy's meridians are stronger than those of martial saints. To put it mildly, it would be difficult for him to die even if he wanted to.
"Haha, no matter what, Fang will always acknowledge the favor of the three of you who came to help today. If you need anything from Fang in the future, just ask. But as the saying goes, send Buddha to send.
To the west, if this kid is allowed to recover on his own, I’m afraid he won’t be able to practice cultivation for another year and a half..."
When Fang Buding said this, he looked at the old Confucian scholar with a half-smiling look, as if he could see through his inner thoughts. The old Confucian scholar coughed in embarrassment, but finally sighed:
"Okay, don't look at me with that look. I admit that as long as I give a little bit of the water-attribute innate true energy, your precious disciple can fully recover within three days, and maybe there will be some improvement in cultivation.
I have made some progress, but now a melee between the three major forces of good and evil is imminent, and your disciple is the middleman of the main hostile force of the righteous sect. With his terrifying strength, I am afraid that in the end of the battle, my righteous spirit will be destroyed by him alone.
Young Master, how can I help the tyrants to commit evil?"
The old Confucian scholar was full of apology and embarrassment when he said the previous words, but the more he said it, the more excited his tone became. When talking about the losses Zhou Yi might cause to the Zhengdao sect in the end, the old Confucian scholar felt almost guilty for not treating Zhou Yi immediately.
Dissipated, the tone of his words became more and more matter-of-fact.
"So, you are going to participate in the martial arts dispute?"
Fang Buding did not refute what the old Confucian scholar said, but still asked a somewhat irrelevant question with a half-smile. However, even such a question that had nothing to do with Zhou Yi's injury made the old Confucian scholar furious.
His expression changed. He mumbled and stuttered:
"How, how could it be possible? The four of us have already agreed not to participate in the disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu. How can I be the kind of person who doesn't keep his word..."
What the old Confucian scholar said was quite unconfident. After all, what he said just now clearly meant that he had intervened in the disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu. The reason why he said it so naturally was that he believed that he was abiding by the agreement without personally participating. At this moment, he could hear
After Fang Bu decided to say something similar to a question, the old Confucian scholar inevitably felt a little guilty.
Fang Buding ignored the old Confucian scholar's explanation. After the old Confucian scholar finished speaking, he looked at the three people present with an indifferent expression and said in an indifferent tone:
"It has been decades since I intervened in the disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu. Since you, the evil scholar, are interested, let's just start a big fight. You will support your righteous sect, and I will support my neutral forces.
Let’s simply put aside our agreement and have a good fight to see which side is stronger!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Buding raised his hand without looking back and waved away the palms of Yu Wengang, the old Confucian scholar and the old Taoist priest who were resting on Zhou Yi. He lifted Zhou Yi and said to Zhang Wuji, who was standing blankly in the distance:
"Wuji, go and summon the leaders of all the sects participating in the Alliance of Ten Thousand Religions. I have been enjoying the position of chief leader for a few days. I haven't done anything in the past few decades, and my bones have become much stiffer..."
Seeing that Fang Buding was really planning to join the war, Yu Wengang and the old Taoist priest behind him changed their expressions. If Fang Buding, the martial saint, took action without any scruples, even if there were martial saints of the same level on the other side fighting against them, the two of them would not be able to fight.
People understand Fang Buding, and the one who suffers the greater loss is definitely the party who is hostile to Fang Buding.
The old Taoist priest and the old Confucian scholar were born in the righteous way. He never wanted the elites of the righteous way to be ravaged by Fang Buding. However, although there were two martial saints, him and the old Confucian scholar, fighting against Fang Buding on the righteous path, neither the old Confucian scholar nor the old Taoist priest were the same.
There was no guarantee that Fang Buding could be entangled. Thinking of the horrific scene when Fang Buding participated in the war, the old Taoist priest immediately shouted:
"Stay here, old drunkard! You made this agreement yourself, so why did you break it with your own hands? Do you want to break your promise and get rich? This is not the way you behave, old drunkard?!"
Fang Buding stopped for a moment when he heard the words, but he smiled and said without looking back:
"Hey, what the old Taoist said is so unfair. Someone has obviously broken the agreement, so why do you put the blame on me? Do you think it's humiliating that I have made a good decision?! Although I am a straightforward and honest person, it does not mean that I am
I have no temper, not to mention that for my precious apprentice, I will not hesitate to destroy the entire martial arts world!! I have to leave anyway, what does destroying it have to do with me?..."
"this……"
The old Taoist priest was immediately speechless by Fang Buding's rebuttal. Unable to respond, he could only turn his head and look at the old Confucian scholar with a fierce look on his face, and reprimanded in an extremely indignant tone:
"It's all because of you, an old drunkard's precious apprentice. No other master would feel sorry for that precious apprentice. Why are you arguing with him on this matter? Aren't you asking for trouble? Come on, you are so sour.
It’s difficult to express justice. If you want to be a high-ranking and righteous leader, we, the old Taoist, will not stop you. You can do whatever you want. I, the old Taoist, will go back to the temple to make elixirs!!!"
As soon as he said this, the old Taoist priest angrily tossed his robe and turned around and left, not even staying far away.
"I save!!! Can I save you?! Old drunkard, Boss Fang, it's my mistake to be so bitter. I shouldn't have privately intervened in the disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu. Can I just heal my nephew?..."
In just a few words, the four great martial saints were about to part ways. Although Yu Wengang had not yet had time to express his position, the old Confucian scholar knew very well that since Fang Buding saved the old devil's life, they were already on the same page.
Are you a good brother of Trousers? Yu Wengang will directly side with Fang Buding without even having to choose. If that is the case, the righteous sect in the martial arts world will probably be destroyed because of his fault.
.
I thought it was just a little selfishness. It would never cause Fang Buding to fall out with him, an old friend of decades. But at this moment, the old Confucian scholar discovered that he had overestimated his position in Fang Buding's heart and greatly underestimated it.
Knowing how much Fang Buding cared about Zhou Yi, he would never have imagined that Fang Buding would be willing to destroy the entire martial arts world for Zhou Yi's disciple. This is incredible.
"Hmph! Who do you think I am? You can do whatever you want to do? You want to save me, but I won't let you save me. Fatty, let's go. Let's go to the East China Sea to get the 'Luoshen Tears', isn't it?
Is there water attribute innate true energy? The effect of Luo Shen’s Tears is hundreds of times stronger than water attribute innate true energy!!”
Fang Buding saw the old Confucian scholar relenting. Although he felt proud that he had finally frightened the old sour scholar, his face turned a deaf ear and refused to give in. He beckoned Yu Wengang to use his skills to leave.
In recent years, he has become more and more dishonest. If I don’t teach him a deeper lesson this time, I don’t know what troubles he will cause in the future. How can a dignified martial arts saint participate in martial arts disputes at will? If everyone is like this
If so, what kind of chaos would the martial arts world be like?
The old Taoist priest who was about to leave angrily on the other side saw the old Confucian scholar relenting. He immediately stopped and glared at the old Confucian scholar with a look of displeasure, then turned to Fang Bu and said:
"Old drunkard, please calm down. We have been in a relationship for nearly a hundred years. Don't you know about the old sour talent's meddling in other people's business? Don't be like him. At that time, you gave the old Taoist priest this old face.
How good is your face?..."
Fang Buding stopped when he heard the words, turned around and looked at the old Taoist priest who had a happy face after Fang Buding turned around. What he said made the old Taoist priest roll his eyes:
"Old Yao, what you said is so unfair. I gave you face, but who of you gave me face? If you ask for your love, your face, your face, your money, you have to give it to me. My face, Fang Buding, is no longer a face. Why should I beg you?"
!Don’t you just leave it alone? Go back to Qingfeng Temple to make alchemy, don’t make a fuss here..."
"Hey! Old drunkard, you are serious about me, right? Come on, give me the Nine Good Pills that you deceived from me last year! Also, it took me thirty years to refine those three bottles of 'Yuan Absorbing Pills'
Come out, I don’t know who shamelessly took it from me, Qingfengguan? Give it back, give it back to me immediately!”
Fang Buding made a face, and the old Taoist priest became anxious. Speaking of which, the four martial saints also have their own strengths in auxiliary professions. Fang Buding is good at casting, the old Taoist priest is good at alchemy, the old Confucian scholar is good at machine making, and Yu Wengang is good at
All kinds of strange poisons are often used against each other. When it comes to favors and other things, the four of them can't tell who owes anything to anyone after decades of calculation.
"Uh, well, old man Yao, I, I'm so angry, I'm not talking about you..."
Fang Buding was sure to be caught by the old Taoist priest's anxious look. Speaking of which, the old Taoist priest advocated rule by doing nothing, and the disciples he accepted were peaceful disciples who did not like disputes. Fang Buding, the master of making weapons, really couldn't help him.
Although the old Taoist priest is very busy, Fang Buding has never been soft on the various high-grade elixirs that the old Taoist priest has refined. If the truth is compared, he definitely owes the old Taoist priest more.
As the saying goes, eaters have short mouths and takers have short hands. Every time Fang Buding went to Qingfeng Temple to visit the old Taoist priest, he always ate and took them. Now he met the anxious old Taoist priest, and he was embarrassed at the moment.
Got angry.
Seeing that Fang Buding's attitude softened, the old Taoist priest immediately hardened his temper. He stroked his white beard under his chin with contentment, and said slowly and calmly with the tone of a village leader:
"I don't want to say any more nonsense. Old drunkard, please put your precious disciple back. Sour scholar, don't just sit there. Quickly heal this boy's injuries and let's leave. He's several hundred years old in total."
You are such a human being, how can you act like a child? How shameless are you?..."
"Hey! Old Man Yao, our surname is Fang to give you face. Let me let you off this time. If he interferes in the affairs of the martial arts world at will in the future, please don't blame me for being unkind..."
Although his hard-to-get tactic was successful, Fang Buding still indirectly warned the old Confucian scholar that the rule of not participating in conflicts in the martial arts world was originally proposed by Fang Buding on his own initiative. How could he take the initiative to break it? Today is just Then I took this opportunity to warn the old Confucian scholar who was so obsessed with fame and fortune, and asked him to stop being the leader of some kind of martial arts alliance.
"..."
The old Confucian scholar looked at Fang Buding and then at the old Taoist priest. He always felt that something was wrong between the two of them, but thinking that it was his fault anyway, he simply shut up and silently took Zhou Yi's hand and began to heal him. ( To be continued...)
ps: It’s been another busy day, and I’m happily waiting for the New Year. Have all you book friends had a holiday? By the way, those who are out of town should hurry up and buy tickets. It is said that tickets are extremely tight now...
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