Ye Xing and Ye Shan looked back at the same time, their pupils shrinking.
At the top of the International Warrior Network, several eye-catching English letters were formed into a string of characters, and they were stretched into a banner.
"theking?"
Ye Xing read out these two English words, but did not understand their meaning, and Ye Shan, after a brief silence, suddenly exclaimed.
"theking? king?"
His pupils shrank suddenly and his expression changed dramatically.
"Could it be that this is the legendary... king list?"
Not only the expressions of the two members of the Ye family were shocked, but all the powerful people in the world who browsed the International Warrior Network in front of the computer were extremely shocked. Some powerful people of the older generation, powerful beings who knew the history of the world very well, were shocked.
Taking a breath of cold air, I focused my gaze on those two English words, and I didn't come back to my senses for a long time.
In the land of Western Europe, in that extremely secretive underground palace, a figure was pushing open the door of the palace, and then strode in to face the sixteen kings of judgment.
"My lords, there is something I have come to inform you about!"
A middle-aged man in a white shirt spoke with a solemn tone.
"King Bang has appeared!"
As soon as he said these words, the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped sharply, directly falling below the freezing point. Sixteen eyes were like sharp swords, looking at him one after another. Even with his king-level cultivation, he was suppressed for a while.
Somewhat out of breath.
One of the sixteen Judge Kings spoke at this moment.
"Van Fleet, is this news true?"
The middle-aged man in white robe nodded heavily, his expression serious.
The hall fell into silence again, and then the Judge King in the middle finally spoke, his voice like thunder.
"Pass my order to both East and West. I want you to completely release the news!"
"The King's Agreement is torn up today!"
On the coast of the East China Sea, there is a lush bamboo forest. Each green bamboo is three feet tall and stretches for ten miles.
Bamboo leaves pave the road, bamboo knots serve as walls, and in the bamboo forest mountains, a wooden house sits quietly. Deep in the mountains and wild ridges, where wild beasts often appear, there are actually people living there.
The house looks relatively simple, all made of bamboo, and each building is not fixed with any tools. Instead, it is built with calipers. Each caliper is seamlessly connected to each other, just like the most wonderful work of art in the world.
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There are a few pieces of firewood placed outside the house, and a hatchet is chopping on the log. It penetrates three-thirds of the way into the wood, but it is full of infinite charm and beauty.
Inside the wooden house, there are simple daily utensils placed one by one, which are meticulously packed and spotless. It looks like a well-offered home, but the owner is still missing.
In front of the bamboo house, there is a little moss growing on a large stone, but the large and vigorous characters on it are clearly visible, which reads - Cuiweiju.
These three big characters may look simple and unpretentious when decorated with brush strokes, but inside, there is a little bit of aura that looks down on the world. If a person stops here and stares, he will definitely feel the heroism of thousands of troops rushing towards him.
Swallow the sky.
In the bamboo forest, a tall figure was walking slowly. He had six scars on his head, a white beard and a long beard. A string of Buddhist beads hung around his neck. There was also a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads on his wrist. He was chanting softly,
chanting Buddhist scriptures.
Every step he took was stepping on thick bamboo leaves, but he didn't make the slightest sound, which was mysterious and difficult to understand.
A few minutes later, he stood in front of the wooden house, clasped his hands and shouted.
"Amitabha!"
"An old friend has come from afar, why don't you come out to greet him?"
If Ye Chen were here at this moment, he would definitely recognize that this tall old monk was Master Zhide who went to the capital to prevent Zhang Zhiling from self-destructing his cultivation.
And he also has another identity, the once pinnacle existence in China—a friend of the Dragon Emperor.
The sound spread through the valley and echoed in the forest. It was not very powerful, but the surrounding bamboo forest swayed gently, like a mysterious sound coming from the sky.
There was still no response from the bamboo forest, and Master Zhide's footsteps just stopped at the bamboo house without taking another step forward.
The bamboo forest was deserted, and there was the rustle of bamboo leaves everywhere. Master Zhide let the wind blow the leaves and just stood there, gently twisting the beads in his hand and chanting the Buddha's name.
Time passed, which was half an hour. During this time, Master Zhide did not move a step.
Deep in the bamboo forest, a figure loomed, staggering and unsteady. It was a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard. His hair had not been trimmed for many years, and it had fallen to his shoulders and was scattered randomly.
He was carrying a bundle of firewood that had just been cut from the mountains on his back. He walked slowly and calmly every step of the way, just like an ordinary person.
But what is strange is that even though the soles of his feet were stepping on countless bamboo leaves, no sound was heard.
Along the way, he passed directly by Master Zhide. The two were still carrying out their own actions without any communication, as if they didn't know each other at all.
The middle-aged man had clear eyes and was dressed in coarse linen clothes. He didn't even pull a bench over for Master Zhide to sit down, and he didn't even ask him a word. He just rolled up his sleeves and started chopping firewood.
He struck with the hatchet in his hand, and each time, he only made a shallow mark, not even three inches into the wood. It seemed that he was out of strength.
It was a piece of firewood that an adult man could split with just a few knives. He chopped it hard for twenty minutes, then took out another piece of firewood and repeated the same action.
During this process, Master Zhide just stood there, letting sawdust fly in front of him, and remained motionless.
The time seemed to be silent, no one spoke, and by the time the middle-aged man had finished chopping all the firewood, the sun had already set in the sky.
He finally put down the hatchet, and then began to piece together the firewood he had chopped one by one.
Although his hands were struggling to chop firewood just now, they were spotless and his fingers were long and agile, just like the most perfect works of art from heaven.
But in a few breaths, he had already put together a bench. This bench was all made up of small wooden strips, without any nails or glue. This kind of technique is even the most advanced in the world.
Carpentry can only go so far.
He put the bench together, then smiled slightly, showing his white teeth, and pushed the bench behind Master Zhide.
"The new wooden chair just needs some thought to make it feel stable when you sit on it!"
"Zhi De, I kept you waiting for a long time!"
He called out the name of Master Zhide, but he called him by his first name, as if he were meeting old friends.
You must know that Master Zhide is in charge of the Bodhidharma Academy of ancient Shaolin. He is the most powerful existence in the world, and his cultivation is unfathomable. He can easily crush even the extraordinary gods. He has been famous all over the world a hundred years ago, and 90% of China
Jiu's warriors are all his descendants, but this middle-aged man who looks like a village man in the mountains calls out his Dharma name indifferently!
Master Zhide also smiled and sat down on the wooden chair unceremoniously.
"In the past seventy years, your craftsmanship has not deteriorated!"
Master Zhide raised one palm up in front of his chest and nodded gently to the middle-aged man.
"Haha!" The middle-aged man was obviously very happy. He waved his hand and took out a wine gourd from his waist.
“Not only do we have new wooden chairs today, we also have great wine!”
He first removed the cork and took a sip, then threw it towards Master Zhide.
Master Zhide, an eminent monk who has been a monk for decades, did not shy away from drinking, just like a drunkard on the street.
He took a big sip, with a cheerful look on his face, and praised: "It is indeed a good wine. I didn't expect that in these years, in addition to studying carpentry, you also have such attainments in wine making. After drinking this sip of wine, it seems that I will be greedy for several days."
year!”
The middle-aged man sat casually on the ground, face to face with Master Zhide. The two of them were a mountain villager and a master of Taoism. It was difficult to connect with each other, but at this moment, they had formed some kind of consensus that did not require communication.