Chapter 9 The wise man has a thousand thoughts, and sometimes he loses twice
"Taoist Priest, where did this scripture come from?"
Huang Shang glanced briefly, without taking a closer look at the luck direction of the meridians and acupuncture points, he closed the scroll and asked Xiaoyaozi.
The sparkle in Xiaoyaozi's eyes returned. He glanced at the Six Meridians Divine Sword Sutra and showed surprise: "I don't know, he was here when he came back!"
Xiaoyaozi followed Huang Shang to Guangxi to take up a post, but he did not stay with him all the time. Most of the time, he wandered around Yongzhou.
Because now Wenquxing's literary spirit has begun to permeate Yongzhou and even the entire Guangxi.
In this era, Guangdong, Guangxi, and Lingnan were remote mountainous areas and places of exile. Compared with other places in the Song Dynasty, the cultural level was extremely low.
But the arrival of Huang Shang made changes.
He condenses Wenquxing and mobilizes thousands of years of cultural energy to improve the environment and benefit all living beings.
It is no exaggeration to say that wherever he goes, he is in heaven and paradise, and his thinking is quick and his learning ability is greatly improved.
Huang Shang is happy to see this.
He hoped that the land of Guangdong and Guangxi would produce more talented people.
Not only because he was planning to manage Guangdong and Guangxi, but also because compared to the prosperous Mainland China, the scholars here were more willing to forge ahead after they had achieved academic success.
Because their hometown is often invaded by enemy countries, they can be more determined to protect their homeland and country by witnessing those tragic situations with their own eyes and experiencing the frightening days firsthand.
On Jinghu South Road, he did the same thing.
Xiaoyaozi didn't know Huang Shang's ideals and ambitions, but he felt that the originally condensed aura was dispersed, making it easier to understand. He felt grateful to Huang Shang in his heart. He looked at the Sword Sutra and issued a reminder: "This thing seems to be weird.
You don’t want to understand it, no, you can’t even put it here!”
"As expected of a master, you can't hide the little tricks of reincarnation at all."
Huang Shang smiled slightly.
He knew very well that the Six Meridians Divine Sword Sutra had definitely been tampered with.
The reincarnator who put this thing here may not be sure whether he will be greedy to learn this secret skill.
But even if you are not greedy, at least you will not throw it away immediately, but will put it away and wait for the owner to claim it.
This gives the other party an opportunity to take advantage of.
The reincarnator's methods are difficult to guard against. Sometimes you may be tricked by just touching it, let alone leaving it in the study for a long time.
"Using the Six Meridians Divine Sword as bait is quite a feat!"
"The civil strife in Dali has been lingering for a long time. Is it prepared for me?"
Risks and opportunities have always coexisted. The civil strife in Dali and the prince's request for help were both a crisis and an opportunity to make meritorious deeds.
If you are replaced by a young and energetic leader of the Three Yuan Dynasty, when the new official takes office, he will indeed be unable to help but flex his muscles and fall into the opponent's trap.
But he had a clear understanding of the fire and watched the other party's performance.
But there is also a problem.
How can you make the opponent lose everything while maintaining your personality?
Huang Shang's thoughts moved and he called out: "Fu'er, come in!"
Murong Fu quickly replied: "Yes, Young Master!"
After he walked in, he saluted Huang Shang and then saluted Xiaoyaozi.
Originally, Murong Fu was very wary of this old Taoist who suddenly appeared next to the young master.
The young master has passed the third level and is now in charge of a political party. No one can take away his favor.
But this old Taoist was stupid and stupid, and he didn't even say a word all day long. He didn't seem to need to fight with everyone. In addition, his awe for the young master was growing day by day. He didn't dare to do evil in secret, so he could only behave himself on the surface.
Huang Shang handed him the Six Meridians Divine Sword Sutra: "This object appeared inexplicably. Maybe it was a joke played on me by someone in the martial arts world. Find out who it is and return it!"
Murong Fu took it with some strangeness. When he saw the meridians diagram, he couldn't take his eyes away.
He was exposed to all the high-end martial arts and developed an extraordinary vision. With just a brief glance, he knew that what was recorded on this map must be the top martial arts in the world, and he couldn't help but feel short of breath.
Seeing that Murong Fu couldn't put it down, Huang Shang immersed himself in it and reminded: "Fu'er, this thing is quite strange, and it doesn't belong to you or me. Don't be greedy!"
After hearing this, Murong Fu used great perseverance to remove his eyes from the map, raised his hand and said: "Thank you for your advice, sir. I will definitely hand this thing over to its original owner."
Huang Shang nodded, Murong Fu stepped back, left the study, hurriedly hid the map close to his body, and hurried to the front yard, where he happened to see the four generals.
Murong Fu originally wanted to call them, but after thinking about it, he decided to walk directly outside the city.
When he arrived at the agreed place, he marked it, then felt relieved and returned the same way.
That night, Murong Fu was practicing martial arts. A dark shadow flashed in front of him, and Murong Bo appeared in front of him: "Fu'er, what's the emergency for you to call me?"
Murong Fu saw Murong Bo's face turned slightly pale and worriedly asked: "Father, your injury is not healed yet?"
Murong Bo smiled: "It doesn't matter, you did a good job. A little injury to my father won't bother me."
In Fanlou in the capital, Murong Bo once had a brief confrontation with the three elders of Xiaoyao. Even though he was the top master in the world, he could not fight one against three. He was seriously injured. He has been recovering from his injuries for the past few months and still has not recovered.
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However, the restoration of Yan was so important that Murong Bo did not return to the south of the Yangtze River. He did not know that his family's genealogy had been completely taken away. He followed him all the way to Guangxi. Looking at Huang Shang's rise, he became more and more impressed by his foresight at that time.
Murong Bo thought that the blessing would come at least after Murong Fu reached adulthood, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly. Murong Fu couldn't wait to take out the atlas and handed it over.
Murong Bo was so knowledgeable. After a little practice with the map, he was immediately overjoyed: "This seems to be the legendary six-meridian sword of the Duan family in Dali!"
He once wanted to dominate the world, sneaked into the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion, and learned seventy-two unique skills. He also wanted to steal Duan's Six Meridians Divine Sword, which indirectly influenced Jiumozhi.
But the Sutra Pavilion is easy to enter, well, Murong Bo thought it was easy to enter, but the Tianlong Temple is difficult to enter, and the Six Meridians Divine Sword has never been seen.
I never expected that the ultimate magical skill that I had planned in every possible way would come into my hands without any effort today.
It is true that Murong Bo no longer wants to take the martial arts route, but he is a warrior himself, and he has obtained extremely magical skills at this time, so how can he refuse to accept it?
However, Murong Bo did not lose his vigilance and asked: "How did it come here?"
Murong Fu explained.
Murong Bo nodded: "There is indeed something fishy. Even if there is civil strife in Dali, one should not exchange such magical skills for support. Besides, Huang Shang is not a martial artist..."
Murong Fu said worriedly: "Young master also said that this thing is quite strange. If father wants to practice it, he must be careful!"
Murong Bo frowned slightly when he saw that Murong Fu actually called Huang Shang son in private, but smiled confidently at what he said: "My Gusu Murong has so much inheritance, how can I not discover the trap in it? Don't worry!
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Murong Fu wanted to say more, but Murong Bo was already immersed in the atlas, with enthusiasm in his eyes: "When I master the Six Meridians Divine Sword and combine the two great magical skills of the world, I will be the best in the world. By then, you will control the imperial court.
I control the martial arts world, and if you and my son work together, why worry about failing to accomplish a great cause?"
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Dali Junior High School.
The cry of killing came from far away, but the Taoist priest and Xia Hui looked in the mirror without blinking.
There was a man in black robe standing on the magic circle. Among the mysterious patterns, there was a crystal clear doll with a lifelike face. He really looked like Huang Shang.
At this time, the magic lines drawn from the mithril threads lit up one by one, and thin silver chains protruded from the black robe and wrapped around the crystal doll.
At first glance, the doll seems to be suspended by silk threads, making various movements involuntarily.
The Taoist priest watched attentively and confirmed it with Dongfang's formation, but Xia Hui curled his lips and said: "The puppet master is really planning to control Huang Chang. Who gave him the courage, Liang Jingru?"
The Taoist priest actually doesn't believe that the puppet master can succeed, but since he can't kill the puppet master, there is no need to make the relationship so tense, so why bother to show off with a few words?
Xia Hui kept sarcastic and sarcastic for a moment, but the puppet ceremony in the mirror was not up to par, and something happened soon.
The face of the crystal clear puppet suddenly changed. Huang Shang's face disappeared and was replaced by the appearance of a middle-aged scribe. The Taoist priest looked at it for a moment and blurted out: "Murong Bo?"
The man in black robe also stopped, hesitating whether to continue or not.
Xia Hui burst out laughing: "Let me tell you, the director, screenwriter, cinematographer, and protagonist are all in place, just waiting to shoot a Wandering Planet. The result is a Shanghai Fortress, hahahahaha!"
The Taoist priest thought that his words were too vicious, so he quickly said, "A wise man thinks a lot, and sometimes fails twice. Keep up the good work, keep up the good work!"
Under the comfort of the two people, the body of the man in black robes trembled slightly, and countless chains shone with silvery white light, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, wrapping around the doll.
Murong Bo is just Murong Bo. If he can control the top masters in the world, isn't that a success?
The plot I laid out and the drama I directed are definitely not Shanghai Fortress!