After watching Qu Yun disappear, Huang Shang withdrew his gaze, and Duan Zhengming and Duan Zhengchun came over immediately.
They had actually been waiting anxiously for a while.
But seeing Huang Shang chatting and laughing happily with the beautiful Miao girl, Duan Zhengming wanted to step forward, but Duan Zhengchun held him back.
In this regard, he has a kind of innate maturity, knowing that if you go up and disturb the leader's good things at this time, you will be beaten, let alone talk about it.
At this time, after finally waiting for Qu Yun to leave, Duan Zhengchun took advantage of the opportunity and took Duan Zhengming in, crying sadly: "Your Majesty, please save Dali!"
Huang Shang pointed to Yang Yizhen's body not far away: "Didn't I save enough?"
The two of them were immediately speechless.
This man came to Dali and not only rescued the imperial army of the Song Dynasty and Prince Duan Yanqing, but also killed the leader of the rebels.
The Duan family in Dali is from a martial arts family, and they actually regard themselves as people in the martial arts world. They greatly admire this kind of strong man who can turn the tide on his own.
But this time, Dali has been too chaotic for too long, attracting covetousness from the west.
For the Song Dynasty, Dali was a very barren place. Except for Dali's horses and minerals, the rest was not worth mentioning.
But for the Tubo tribes in the west, Dali was already considered wealthy and worthy of plundering.
This is the food chain.
Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimps.
In fact, Huang Shang was already interested in Dali, and it was better to come to Tubo. After all, Tubo had the war horses that the Song Dynasty needed most. However, he just wanted to suppress his ambitions first. He paused and said, "I won't go back to the Song Dynasty yet. Let's go to Dali City to see it!"
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The Duan brothers were overjoyed: "Your Majesty has a chivalrous heart and a great kindness. I, the Duan family, will never forget it..."
Before he finished speaking, a shadow covered him.
Butcher.
The Duan brothers were overwhelmed by the strong bloody smell on his body and immediately stepped aside. Huang Shang looked at the butcher's huge figure and said gently: "You can become smaller."
The butcher responded, with pain in his voice: "I...can't become smaller..."
In the Wuyou Cave in Kaifeng, he shrank once, reaching his normal size of 1.8 meters.
But it was an attempt to break free from the shackles of the armor and sword, but failed and soon returned to three meters tall.
Being large has its advantages, such as being able to destroy everything on the battlefield.
However, in normal operations, like the state of a small hill, it is definitely inconvenient and consumes a lot of energy. The butcher is constantly craving for the supplements that the armor and sword can give him, forming a vicious cycle.
Those are actually the shackles given to him by the evil god of the West. No one wants to be incompatible with his surroundings and have no nightlife, but the butcher cannot escape this curse-like power.
Until then.
Huang Shang showed an encouraging look: "Believe in yourself."
Feeling that gentle thought, the butcher was startled and slowly closed his eyes.
The blood on his armor had long since ceased to boil, replaced by a neutral and peaceful Confucian aura, but it could not help but seem a bit deliberate.
But now the butcher no longer resisted, the aura on the surface slowly blended in, and his body actually began to shrink.
The speed was very slow, but it was visible to the naked eye. It took a full quarter of an hour to return to a normal person of 1.8 meters.
Huang Shang nodded: "Follow your heart and act as you please. All laws will come naturally. The way of the sages is the way of the sages. If you come under my door, you should realize the great truth!"
This is the difference between Eastern and Western cultures.
The same is true for faith. In the West, it is absolutely from top to bottom. Believers must have whole-hearted worship and devotion to the gods. In the East, it is a subtle influence that moisturizes things, for the sake of a thorough understanding of worldly affairs and the grinding of the soul.
practice.
The butcher looked at his shrunken, fleshy hands, sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the corners of his eyes were glistening: "I, Sakadran Ivar, am finally back!"
At this moment, the thread of faith in his body grew crazily, and his relationship with Huang Shang felt unbreakable.
"The butcher's example proves that the way of faith is very similar to fishing. You need to master the rhythm and relax the fishing line to get the fish to take the bait completely!"
"The reincarnator's silk thread control is to force the fish to bite the hook, which can easily cause fierce resistance. That's why Qu Yun defected so easily."
"It's better to let him make the first move, and then I'll take over after he's tired of tossing the fish..."
Through the examples of Butcher and Qu Yun, Huang Shang became more and more proficient in this method of recruiting younger brothers.
The question now is, how to find the traces of the puppet master?
"This is Dali. I have won its national destiny. Why not use it to strengthen Wenquxing and make it my home court?"
With a thought in Huang Shang's mind, he activated the national destiny of Dali in the universal card, and with this power, the Wenqu Star radiated in all directions.
Boom!
The wonderful feeling of overlooking Kaifeng Mansion when the imperial examination was strengthened was born again.
Only this time, the scope was greatly increased, and Huang Shang's perception seemed to span thousands of mountains and rivers in an instant, radiating to the entire Dali.
It was still blurry, and the specific people and scenery could not be seen clearly, but a familiar fluctuation of vitality appeared clearly and unmistakably in Wenquxing's sight.
That's puppet silk!
Outside Dali City!
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Tenryuji Temple.
When the poisonous insects of the Five Poison Sect dispersed, a skinny monk walked out first, looked at the blue sky and white clouds again, and sighed.
Master Ku Rong.
He knew that Dali was probably going to be robbed this time.
The emperor was killed and a traitor came to power, but Tianlong Temple was trapped for more than a full month, missing the most critical opportunity.
If they show up again now, I am afraid that the elite soldiers under Yang Yizhen have taken control of various counties and towns and completely suppressed the Duan family's military power.
Master Kurong has experienced the world for a long time and is very aware of the limitations of martial arts masters.
There are hundreds of monks in Tianlong Temple, and there are nearly thirty of them who can be called first-rate masters in the world.
This is a very terrifying force. Except for the Shaolin Temple, no gang in the world can match it.
But this force was no match for the two thousand elite soldiers under Yang Yizhen's command.
A head-on conflict is definitely a dead end.
Therefore, the real strength of Tianlong Temple lies in cooperating with the elite soldiers under Duan's command, rather than charging into battle alone.
With their strength, once they lead the troops, they can suppress Yang Yizhen's rebellion as quickly as possible.
But it's too late to say anything now...
"Existence is permanent and impermanent, the two trees are withered and flourishing, north, south, west and east, neither false nor empty!"
At this moment, accompanied by a kind, humble and courteous voice, a high-spirited monk in civilian clothes and mango shoes came here.
His steps seemed to be faster than his voice, and the first verse was still far away. By the time he reached the final part, he had arrived in front of Tianlong Temple. He clasped his hands together and saluted with great respect: "Jiu Mozhi, the junior of Tubo,
I’ve met the senior master!”
Master Kurong was shocked when he was told about the origin of Ku Chan he had participated in. When he heard the introduction from the visitor, he was even more secretive and said in return: "It turns out he is the youngest Ming King of Dalun Temple in Daxue Mountain. Lao Na Ke did not welcome him from far away.
, it’s disrespectful, I wonder what you are doing when you come to my Tianlong Temple?”
What's the point of doing this? You're just here to beat the autumn wind!
But what happened to the eminent monk, can he be called a robber?
Therefore, Jiumozhibao Prime Minister solemnly said: "The reputation of the Heavenly Dragon is admired by the young monk Su. I would like to invite you seniors to go to Tubo to hold scriptures, ask questions, study the inner scriptures, and celebrate the grand occasion together!"
"You're welcome, Prince Ming. I, the monk of Tianlong Temple, have always practiced hard and it is inconvenient for me to travel far."
Master Kurong's face darkened. This was not only robbery, but also kidnapping.
Tianlong Temple is where Dali's national martial arts heritage lies. If the monks there were really brought into Tubo, it would be a disaster.
However, after the exchange of words, Master Kurong was shocked to discover that this junior monk, who was not over forty years old, was actually very wise and extremely proficient in Buddhism.
On normal days, Master Kurong would have discussed Dharma with Jiumozhi all day and night, but at this time, Tianlong Temple had just been robbed, and many juniors and juniors inside were exorcising poisons and healing their wounds. If this person could not be sent away, more Tubo monks would force him to come.
, Tianlong Temple is really in danger of destruction.
In view of this, Master Kurong raised his right hand, pointed out, and burst out with a vigorous force: "King Ming, please come back!"
"One Yang Finger!"
Jiumozhi was not surprised but overjoyed. The thumb and index finger of his right hand gently touched each other, as if holding a flower. With a smile on his face, he flicked the five fingers of his left hand: "I was about to ask for advice from my senior!"
"Shaolin fingers?"
Kurong was shocked. He never expected that what the Tubo monk used was the secret skill of the Shaolin Temple. He could only concentrate on receiving the move.
The two of them were several feet apart, clicking back and forth, seemingly peaceful, but in fact, this kind of competition involving all their skills was the most dangerous. If they were not careful, they would be seriously injured and defeated.
Jiumozhi is extremely talented, his skills are already good, and he is extremely exquisite in finger-twisting. However, Master Ku Rong was plotted by the Five Poison Sect before, and his skills were no longer at their peak, and he soon fell behind.
With only a few dozen moves, Master Ku Rong had already taken three steps back. Jiumozhi showed his excitement, raised his eyebrows slightly, and almost had those words engraved on his face.
There are not many people in the world who can compete with a poor monk!
Which does not include you!
Seeing that the victory was about to be won, Jiumozhi glanced out of the corner of his eye and suddenly saw a piece of clothes appearing behind him at some point.
A man was standing at the entrance of Tianlong Temple, looking up at the temple.
He was frightened, thinking that the masters of the Duan clan of Dali were coming to help. He suddenly turned around, and with the five fingers of his right hand, the flaming knife whizzed out.
Compared with the more pretentious finger-twisting, the flaming knife is the secret skill that he has painstakingly cultivated. This knife roared out, and a heat wave surged in the air, which shocked Master Kurong.
But the invisible sword energy clearly hit the person who suddenly appeared, but disappeared without a trace like mud flowing into the sea.
Jiumozhi was stunned when he saw an old Taoist with blank eyes and a bit of stupidity looking over him: "I was just looking, why did you hit me?"
Jiumozhi was not sure how to answer, when he saw the old Taoist said slowly: "If you hit me, I will hit you too."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and poked forward lightly.
Jiumozhi felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart, gathered all his strength, and slashed out the flaming knife.
Bang!
The loud sound of the collision of energy came, Jiumozhi stepped back several steps, his chest bulged and deflated, then deflated and bulged, he did this several times, finally couldn't help it, wow, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
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Master Kurong on the other side was even more unbelievable and exclaimed: "Six Meridians Divine Sword?"