However, it was said that Ling Taixu, Su Changmao and others returned home in a demon ship, but their master was not furious, but instead praised them greatly. Even those who died were mourned for the first time.
Ling Taixu was doubly surprised by Shangfeng's actions. In the past, the kinder his master's temper was, the more kindly he spoke, the more disaster would come to those who obeyed him. If he cursed loudly, his subordinates would instead try to save their lives. Now he is not only kind-hearted, but also rewards everyone with many treasures.
This made Ling Taixu feel uneasy and restless. After thinking about it all night, I decided to go to the peak to apologize after taking a shower and changing clothes. The man who went up to the peak said: "The martial arts world in the Central Plains is like a plate of loose sand. Taixu's plan was completed, so what's the crime?"
Ling Taixu was greatly frightened and said: "My Lord's words make me extremely ashamed. This time, not only did my subordinates fail to drag Dajue Temple and Zhengyi Sect into the quagmire, but they also let the jade lion escape from bad things. My Lord is so generous." Taixu truly deserves the treasures bestowed upon him." The superior was sitting behind a bead curtain, and Ling Taixu could not see his face clearly, but could only hear his voice.
This person on the top is Mr. Jin. After he gave up his position as the master of the sect to Mr. Ye, he invited himself to Cuiping Mountain to cultivate. The power of Huatang is no less than that of Minglou, which is the real reason why Mr. Ye dare not touch him. What's more, the descendants of the old sect master have not been found, and turning against the painting hall will only damage one's own vitality. In addition, there is also the existence of the Great Dharma King. To whom his heart is turned, neither Huatang nor Minglou knows.
Mr. Jin was the old sect leader's first choice to inherit the mantle, so he was naturally very unhappy about losing his position. But he understood that if he wanted to sit on the throne of the sect leader based on his qualifications, the people in the underworld would definitely be the first to stand up and object. Coupled with the large number of old guys in the door, his prestige is really not enough. After all, it had been less than three years since he officially joined the church.
If it hadn't been for the careful planning of the old sect master, he might not have been able to take the position of master of the painting hall. Before he entered the Ghost Sect, the old sect master accepted a disciple who looked exactly like him, but the disciple was terminally ill and died young. In order to continue to maintain the painting hall, the old master came up with Li Daitao's plan.
At that time, he visited the Central Plains. By chance, he met Mr. Jin who was in trouble. He brought his secrets back and trained him carefully, making him the master of this painting hall.
His life experience has always been a secret, and to truly keep this secret, he had to stay away from Mr. Ye's sphere of influence. When he proposed to leave the main altar and come to Cuiping Mountain to cultivate, Mr. Ye agreed. Mr. Ye appreciates smart people, and Mr. Jin happens to be a smart man who knows his own interests.
It is so difficult to shake the foundation of Ming Dynasty. Sometimes it can be said to be wishful thinking. But in Jin Gongzi's view, as long as the calculations are done properly and the people are employed properly, it is easy to gain or destroy the light. And the promise made in front of the old sect leader can be fulfilled as soon as possible.
Ling Taixu waited for his answer with a sad face. The person inside the curtain sneered: "So you have to suffer some hardships from me to make you feel comfortable, a cheap guy like you?" Ling Taixu actually said happily: "Master wants to beat or punish, Taixu will accept it. It's just... "The person inside the curtain said: "It's just that I can't be nice to you. Can't you bear it?"
Ling Taixu said quickly: "Yes, yes, yes. That's right." The man behind the curtain laughed and said: "Then you can go to the Fire Dragon Cave and stay overnight." Ling Taixu was relieved when he heard this and said: "Thank you, Lord, for your grace. ." The person inside the curtain said: "It is better to remember the punishment of the Fire Dragon Cave first. I think of a more important thing now. This matter can only be successful, not failed. If you fail, you will wait to kneel in the Fire Dragon Cave for the rest of your life. "
Ling Taixu said respectfully: "The Lord has ordered that Taixu must do his best." The person inside the curtain said: "'It is not my intention to be a prince, but I hope the sea will be peaceful.'" Do you know whose poem this is? "Ling Taixu has extensive knowledge of ancient poetry and poetry, and is also very interested in the poetry of today's celebrities.
He thought for a while and said, "This is a poem by the world-famous Qi Huo." The person behind the curtain said, "Yes. It's a poem by Qi Jiguang." Ling Taixu's eyes flashed, and he asked tentatively: "My lord, is this a poem?" Do you want me to ask this old man to do something for us?" The person behind the curtain said: "No, he is old. If you tie him here and don't wait to see me, I'm afraid he will die."
Ling Taixu said in confusion: "I am stupid and can't guess what the Lord wants me to do." The person behind the curtain said: "This Qi Jiguang is the most rare general in the Ming Dynasty in the past few hundred years, far comparable to Han Xin and Yue Fei. , nearly comparable to Xu Da, who often encounters spring. Unfortunately, the emperor was too comatose to use it, which made him depressed.
This man's military skills and strategies are unparalleled in the world. I predict that after he is idle, he will write a book about it. A mediocre person like the imperial court would definitely take action against Qi Jiguang in the name of suppressing Zhang Dang, and his military book would also be burned to the ground.
In order to ensure that this unique masterpiece is not lost, you must take this military book away before the court troops arrive, no matter what method you use. As long as you can get this military book, it will be easy to train a team like Qi Jiajun. Even if we fight against the imperial army in the future, we will be more confident. "
Ling Taixu said: "Okay, I will send someone to take care of this matter." The man behind the curtain said: "Be careful in everything." Ling Taixu turned the wooden wheelchair and slowly exited the room. Two attendants outside the house, one hurriedly opened the sedan door, and the other pushed the wheelchair into the sedan. 80
Along the way, Ling Taixu was thinking about what Shang Feng had told him, but he still couldn't help but think about the Fire Dragon Cave. It is mentioned that the Fire Dragon Cave is located underground and has a circular magma pool. If someone comes close, their skin and flesh will be on fire. Even though I kept drinking water, beads of sweat still broke out on my body. That place was like hell, and the feeling was really unpleasant.
The weather was hot at this time. As soon as Ling Taixu returned to his residence, he went into the ice cellar to enjoy the coolness. It is surrounded by neatly cut large ice blocks, forming a semicircular wall. In the center of this semicircle is a stone bed with exquisite carvings. On a low table beside the stone bed, there is a jade pot and a small lamp.
Ling Taixu took a sip of the chilled Western Region wine. It was refreshing and had a great flavor. It was torture for him to go out in this hot summer and be away from the ice cellar and the wine. This is like a gambler who cannot touch dice, and a pervert who cannot look at beauties.
He is not interested in beauty or money. I am only obsessed with what is in the cup. There are all kinds of strange people in the world, and people's hobbies and pursuits are completely different. Ling Taixu liked this. For him, the most comfortable thing was to sit in this ice cellar and drink good wine. A person pours his own drink and never feels bored. On the contrary, he felt very comfortable and satisfied.
The sun was shining brightly, like an arrogant king showing off his country's military power to his neighbors. All living beings were impressed by this light, and each one showed signs of decadence and malaise. Xiao Yunfan was walking on the road with his bare shoulders and back. His broad forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which were crystal clear.
Small beads of sweat gathered together, ran along the outline of the face, concentrated on the chin, and finally dripped into the soil. The scorching sun was shining in the sky, making those who shined almost dizzy. Xiao Yunfan raised his head, covered his eyebrows with his hands, and looked into the distance. The distance was endless, not even a village could be seen.
At this time, his lips were dry and cracked, and smoke was almost coming out of his throat. During these days of traveling, he was worried about Feng Miaoqing's safety. He couldn't eat more than a few bites of food, and he lost a lot of weight. Supported only by his deep inner strength, under such a poisonous sun, he felt flustered, stars flashed in front of his eyes, and finally passed out on the roadside.
When he regained consciousness, he felt a chill on his face. He opened his eyes slightly, and it turned out that it was raining heavily. He managed to get up from the mud puddle, reached out to wipe the muddy water from his mouth, and opened his arms to enjoy the pleasure of the rain. The raindrops hit his skin quickly, which hurt a little bit, but he felt more joy in his heart.
Xiao Yunfan grabbed the baggage in the mud, held the black empty scabbard, and ran forward. Like a crazy lion, rushing into the rain curtain.
He didn't know how long he walked, and the thick clouds in the sky gradually dispersed. The rain gradually became lighter. At this moment, a fast horse galloped not far away. Xiao Yunfan seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead. He could no longer move a step, standing like a wooden stake in the rain.
The passengers on the horse were startled, and they quickly tightened the reins and turned to the left. The horse's front hooves lifted up and suddenly fell down again. A large piece of muddy water splashed up and landed on Xiao Yunfan's face. Xiao Yunfan stretched out his hand to wipe the mud from his face. Immediately, the passenger pointed his riding whip at him and shouted loudly: "Hey! You are standing in the middle of the road, you arrogant son of a bitch. Aren't you afraid that my horse will hit you to death?"
Xiao Yunfan ignored anyone and just walked forward on his own.
Immediately, the passenger turned his horse's head and asked, "Hey! I'm asking you a question. Why don't you answer? Are you deaf?" As he said that, the man swung the riding crop in his hand and put it around Xiao Yunfan's neck. Xiao Yunfan instinctively reached out to grab the whip.
Immediately, the passenger snorted coldly, turned his wrist, and the whip retracted like a snake, then sprang out again, hitting Xiao Yunfan's face with a snap. Xiao Yunfan didn't know the pain and stood there blankly. The man looked at him and sighed: "It turns out to be a melon." As he said that, he clamped his legs on the horse's belly and ran away again.
Xiao Yunfan felt his eyes go dark and lost consciousness. When he had the impression again, he found that his hands and feet were tied and placed horizontally on the horse. The horse jolted so hard that his heart almost jumped out of his throat.
Drowsily, he heard someone say in his ear: "This man is probably a melon boy. He might die alone in a place like that and no one would find him." Another person said: "Aaron, you are just kind-hearted. If it were me, I wouldn't care about him, and the world is so dangerous, how do you know whether he is good or bad?"
The young man named Aaron said: "Xiao Li, it doesn't matter whether he is good or bad. What is important is that his hands and feet have been tied by me. Besides, didn't I show you this man's weapons? But It's just an empty scabbard. What's so scary about it?" Another person said, "That's right. What's in his baggage?"
Aaron narrowed his eyes and said: "A few tattered clothes, nothing valuable."
