At the beginning of the lanterns, Wang Tong walked all the way to the temple outside the city. When he saw a group of monks moving in, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
At this time, Ouyang Xiyi walked out and asked in surprise.
"I feel something is wrong. I'm afraid it's just a whim and random thoughts!"
Wang Tong laughed to himself and walked towards Jiangdu.
That feeling was really fleeting. After following him all the way, he felt that he was a little unreasonable.
Even if you are an eminent monk, you are still a person with emotions and joys after all. Even if you are in a bad mood for a while, what's the difference?
But he didn't want to visit the virtuous holy monk again.
"I am lucky to gain it, but I am destined to lose it!"
Ouyang Xiyi has experienced ups and downs in his life. How could he not know the thoughts of such young people? He walked side by side with him and said: "With your talent, you will have a great future. Why rush to join the prince for a while?"
"I come from a humble family, and my family is in decline. I am no better than the children of aristocratic families!"
Wang Tong shook his head, with determination in his eyes: "The prince is digging the canal and has great ambitions. It will benefit the future. It is the time for us to flex our muscles. How can we miss this opportunity?"
"What a great undertaking, it is obviously a great success!"
Ouyang Xiyi disagreed and glared: "Didn't you see those farmers who fell on the road? He is still a prince, but he acts so wantonly. After he ascends the throne, he will definitely be an ignorant and ignorant king!"
"Since ancient times, when emperors built palaces, tens of thousands of peasants were killed or injured. Once this canal is opened, it will surely bring blessings to generations to come. How can we be reckless?"
Wang Tong shook his head, and with a thought in his heart, he cupped his hands and turned to leave: "Brother Ouyang, if we don't agree with each other, let's just say goodbye!"
"You! Okay! Okay!"
Ouyang Xiyi was furious, rolled his sleeves angrily, turned around and left.
However, when he walked out of an alley, he thought of Wang Tong's look just now, used Qing Kung Fu, and turned back.
"How dare you, thief!"
For a moment, with eyes wide open, he saw a ghostly scribe in white appear, grab Wang Tong's neck, and lift him up.
The iron sword behind Ouyang Xiyi suddenly unsheathed, a rainbow suddenly appeared, and lightning struck, and he stabbed him.
"Oh? You kid is so quick-witted to set up a trap for me?"
The scribe in white didn't even look back, and rolled up his long sleeves. Ouyang Xiyi was shocked to find that most of his strength had disappeared, and then he surged forward with even more ferocity.
He gritted his teeth and drew his sword, and in an instant he struck dozens of times, but in the end he was defeated by this miraculous skill. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell back.
"You are a talented person, would you like to become my teacher?"
From the beginning to the end, the scribe in white did not look at Ouyang Xiyi, but looked at Wang Tong with joy.
"This man is sick!"
Wang Tong was shocked and angry.
He is intelligent by nature and always feels that there is something wrong with the great virtue. He pretended to break up with Ouyang Xiyi just to lure the snake out of the hole. Unexpectedly, Ouyang Xiyi, who is also a first-class player in the world, was actually played by the applause. I was afraid that Ning Daoqi would come. That’s it!
"Um?"
The scribe in white didn't get a response. He looked sharply, suddenly let go, moved a few feet like a ghost, came to Ouyang Xiyi, and put his foot on his throat.
"Brother Ouyang!"
Under Wang Tong's eye-splitting gaze, Ouyang Xiyi fell backwards, his eyes wide with anger, and he refused to close his eyes.
"Have you considered it?"
The scribe in white killed one person instantly and turned around again. Before Wang Tong could reach the ground, he was choked by the neck again. He could neither survive nor die.
Wang Tong's face turned red and he finally shouted: "Master!"
He surrendered, filled with humiliation.
"You will know in the future that it is a blessing to have me as your teacher!"
The scribe in white is naturally Shi Zhixuan. He is over fifty and is really looking for a successor.
Not to mention the inheritance of Butian Pavilion and Huajian Sect, the amazing skill of Immortal Seal cannot be lost. He is full of talents and grand ambitions, and he must have successors.
"Let's go!"
Shi Zhixuan carried Wang Tong, turned left and right, and soon came to the small courtyard. There was a man inside, sharpening a long knife full of gaps.
"Could it be Song Que, the former leader of the Lingnan Song Dynasty?"
Wang Tong looked at the man's empty right sleeve, and his pupils suddenly shrank.
Nowadays, there is no so-called Lingnan Song Clan, and even the Nanhai Sect far away on the island was destroyed by the Sui Dynasty.
Song Que was also wanted. Due to his one-armed nature, Wang Tong originally thought that he would be unable to move within the territory of the Sui Dynasty. Unexpectedly, he dared to enter Jiangdu. He was really audacious.
However, Wang Tong observed carefully and felt that Song Que had no intimidating aura, so he must be useless.
"You got it wrong this time. If you stay with those senior masters who are not worthy of their name all day long, your final achievements will be limited!"
Shi Zhixuan showed his master's style and gave instructions with sincerity and sincerity.
"oh?"
Wang Tong hated Shi Zhixuan in his heart, but he did not dare to disobey due to his strong desire to survive. He followed the words: "Master, please give me some advice!"
"Well, only by being able to bend and stretch can you achieve great things!"
Shi Zhixuan nodded approvingly and looked at Song Que with serious eyes: "This person is famous but has a perfect life with no regrets. Although others envy him, he is actually a hindrance in martial arts. However, he was defeated by the prince a year ago and became the only one in the world.
The arm, on the other hand, is neither broken nor established, and his life has been destroyed. At this time, his sword path has reached a level that I can hardly fathom!"
Wang Tong listened, but felt that it was too mysterious and he couldn't understand it.
"Master, can I sneak into the prince's side and get information for you?"
But when he heard the name of the prince, his eyes lit up slightly and he suggested.
This is Jin Chan's plan to escape from his shell. If he goes to the prince's side, he might be able to escape from the clutches of the devil.
"Don't even think about it!"
However, Wang Tong didn't expect that Shi Zhixuan's expression suddenly changed after hearing this, and he suddenly grabbed him and said word for word: "My teacher will not let you die!"
"This man is sick!"
Wang Tong was frightened by this surprise. When he thought that he was full of knowledge and was forced to become a disciple by a madman, he felt sad and struggled: "Thank you for your concern, Master, my disciple understands!"
"You should let him go!"
At this moment, Song Que suddenly said.
"Um?"
Shi Zhixuan's eyes were like a knife, and he stabbed hard.
"Have you ever thought that when you come to Jiangdu, it is the prince who invites you to enter the urn?"
Song Que stood up and sighed, his deep eyes showing sympathy: "Your skills are compatible with Buddhas and demons. It is a fine line of balance. It is extremely dangerous. Since Yang Yong was transferred out of Bashu, he has become even more upset, angry and irritable. I
I advise you not to forcefully pretend to be a monk again, otherwise the consequences will be unpredictable!"
"The Central Plains have been unified. After all, I can't escape for the rest of my life. Do I want to go to a foreign tribe?"
Shi Zhixuan rolled his sleeves and showed determination: "This is the last game, either he dies or I die!"
"That being the case, why are you obsessed with recruiting disciples?"
Song Que asked again: "Is it possible that in just half a month, you can make this child loyal and pass on what you have learned throughout your life?"