As soon as these words came out, even Zhu Ping'an was startled and slowly stood up from the steps.
But I heard Zhao Anshi say: "Master Lin Lingsu, how do you like it? His Majesty has granted him the title of Mr. Tongzhen Daling. He has also been given the title of Mr. Yuanmiao and Kinmen Yuke. He is already enshrined in the imperial city and accompanies your Majesty every day." Cultivation is why His Majesty has granted you the title of Mr. Emperor! Master, would you like to think carefully about it?"
Zhao Anshi's words, sworn and conclusive, should be true. This is probably what happened in the past few days. Information is not flowing smoothly here in Jiugong Mountain.
Master Qingwei couldn't accept it, but he had to believe it. How could the Taoist celestial being be insulted? The power of a single move is overwhelming. If Zhao Anshi was talking nonsense here today and word got out, Zhao Anshi would be able to nail his tongue to the gate of Linzi Prince's Mansion immediately.
Zhu Pingan glanced at Qingwei, who was also turning to look at him...the two looked at each other!
There are still people who want to restore the country...
Return to the country!
I wish Ping An shook his head and sighed...
Zhu Ping'an couldn't help but wonder, Lin Lingsu was already a divine figure in the world, why did he suddenly do this?
Want gold and silver? Want to be a noble person in the world?
What does this mean to Lin Lingsu? Or what's the difficulty?
What does Lin Lingsu want? Zhu Pingan suddenly remembered the words Wei Qingshan said from time to time, revitalizing the Taoist sect?
Understood!
Lin Lingsu wants to beat the monk! Buddhist monks are very powerful nowadays. There are 480 big temples in the world and tens of millions of small temples. There are believers all over the world. Wherever there are people, there are temples. With this kind of Buddhism, geniuses and talents emerge in endlessly...
Wei Qingshan, or Tian Yiyi, wanted to find a peerless person like Zhu Ping'an to revitalize the Taoist sect.
Where is Lin Lingsu? I was thinking of another way.
This is not wrong, it’s all right!
Master Qingwei knew that persuasion could not solve the problem, so he sighed and said: "The inheritance of a master can never be obtained by deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors. Zhao Anshi, today I will expel you from the master. You will no longer be Jiugong Kendo." Now you are a disciple of the sect. Since you brought people to the mountain gate, then let’s do it!”
"Sigh... Master, why are you always so disobedient? Well, let's just do it once. I thought that your ninth-grade cultivation was hard-earned and keeping it would be a big help in the future. I'll kill you today. , it’s really not worth the gain, but you have to do it!”
Zhao Anshi walked out of the crowd, raised his halberd horizontally, slowly raised it, pointed at Master Qingwei at the door of the hall, and said: "You don't recognize me as your disciple, but I still recognize you as my master. Master, please come first!"
Zhao Anshi had to recognize his master, otherwise he would kill Qingwei and become the leader of the sect.
Qingwei waved her hand: "Old Taoist, I won't fight with you. You want the position of the sect leader. As long as you defeat one person, this position will be yours. No one can take it from you... If you If you can’t fight this person, you won’t be able to fight anymore!”
Zhao Anshi was startled, looked around again, and asked: "Hey, is there such an expert in the sect? Master, are you kidding me?"
Qingwei didn't respond, but turned around and nodded to Zhu Ping'an who was standing by the steps on the side of the hall.
Zhu Pingan slowly walked to Qingwei with Bahua in his arms. This is the high platform of the main hall, overlooking the entire square. Thousands of people can see it at a glance.
No one knows how to wish peace...
Of course, Zhu Ping'an doesn't know them either...
Oh, I have an acquaintance, Dong Huan, Zhu Ping'an raised his hand and said: "Little cook, come up and hug Bahua."
Bahua also smiled and clapped: "Beat the bad guys, beat the bad guys, senior brother is beating the bad guys..."
Dong Huan was a little stunned. It wasn't that she didn't understand, it was because the world was changing so fast. Zhu Ping'an, who was cooking at the stove a moment ago, was standing here and wanted to fight to the death with the Prince of Linzi...
Who is the prince of Linzi?
The entire Jiugong Swordsman Sect, and even the entire world, has countless geniuses who entered the ninth rank at the age of thirty!
Qingweizhen, who has been famous for decades after being hit with a big halberd, is seriously injured and cannot recover!
Is this...the person who was carrying the little girl cooking just now really okay?
Dong Huan stepped up the steps, walked to Zhu Pingan, took Bahua, and was still a little dazed. She didn't come back to her senses until Master Qingwei smiled at her...
Bahua said: "Auntie, your cooking is not as good as my senior brother, and you will definitely not be able to beat my senior brother in a fight. Look at my senior brother beating bad guys, every time he hits him, he will be accurate!"
Dong Huan asked softly: "Is your senior brother really powerful?"
"Awesome, my senior brother said that there is no young man in the world who can beat him. He has not been born yet!" Bahua said and clapped his hands.
The original way is... to brag?
The Patriarch shouldn’t be deceived, right? The Patriarch is one of the most talented people in the world and cannot be deceived!
But I heard that Zhao Anshi also had questions: "Master, who is this? If you want to find a staircase, you don't just find someone to die, right? I will give you whatever staircase you want, and let my father give it to you in the court. Asking for a title of emperor?"
Zhao Anshi is smart. He guessed that Master Qingwei already wanted to admit defeat, but he wanted to save face, so he had to go through a formality...
Zhu Ping'an answered directly: "Your Majesty, I am Qingwei's old Taoist disciple. I usually live at the foot of the mountain and practice hard. Today he came to invite me in every possible way, saying that the sect has a traitor and needs to clean up the sect. It should be you, Your Majesty. This Sword Dao Sect I don’t like the position of the sect leader, but if you want to snatch it, that won’t work!”
Master Qingwei also added: "The old Taoist priest has a little uncle. I think many people know it. This is the son of his old man. He raised him at the foot of the mountain and practiced hard. It is also the inheritance of my Sword Dao Sect. His name is Ping'an and his Tao name is Qing'an. The real person is eighteen years old this year and entered the ninth rank at the age of seventeen! He is an unparalleled talent in the world! I will invite him to clean up the house today!"
"What? Entering the ninth rank at the age of seventeen! Impossible, absolutely impossible, Qingwei old man, do you think you can scare me away by lying to me like this? What a joke!" How could Zhao Anshi believe such nonsense?
"Yes, how is it possible in this world for someone to enter the ninth level at the age of seventeen? I have never heard of it for thousands of years. It is absolutely impossible, and it is impossible for an immortal to reincarnate and descend to earth!"
"Master, you must have lost your mind and gone crazy. How can you enter the ninth rank at the age of seventeen?"
"I only entered the third level at the age of seventeen. I have already surpassed countless people my age. If someone can enter the ninth level at the age of seventeen, I will eat shit when I go back!"
There were hundreds of traitors in the square, and there was a lot of discussion...
Thousands of disciples also looked at Qingwei with disbelief! Even Qingwei's dozen or so disciples all looked at their own master with puzzled expressions.
Qingwei just smiled and looked around with a smile, knowing in her heart that from today on, this Sword Dao Sect will no longer be the Sword Dao Sect of the past. This is probably a good thing.
There is also a little cook who doesn't believe it even more. Who can ask her: "Little girl, is your senior brother really entering the ninth rank at the age of seventeen?"
The three-year-old and eight-month-old little chubby boy looked puzzled: "Auntie, what is the ninth grade?"
I asked the wrong person. The little cook said something she had been holding back for a long time: "Don't call me aunt, call me sister..."
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