The old Taoist with crane hair and silver beard in Taoist robes flicked his fly whisk and said leisurely: "All things change and dynasties change. It is inevitable for the great road. How can you and I control it?"
The bald old monk with a beard glanced dissatisfied at the silver-bearded and crane-haired old man: "It makes sense to him, the three of us are here to find the elixir, not to encircle and suppress the remnants of the previous dynasty!" Then he glanced at Yu Jian with a sullen face. Several people came: "Everyone in front of you should retreat quickly, otherwise I will kill you all with the Zen staff in my hand."
After saying this, he shook his monk's robe, stomped the ground with the Zen staff in his hand, and his true energy shot out in all directions with the Zen staff as the center.
"puff"
The sword-wielding man in the night sky put his two fingers together and made a blow with his finger force, knocking out the incoming infuriating energy: "Noisy old bald donkey, don't think that we don't know your past, what? Your family Didn’t Buddha’s scriptures wash away the irritability and anger you had in the first half of your life?”
The old monk was so angry that he raised his Zen staff and was about to step forward to fight for 300 rounds. He was grabbed by the old man in Confucian shirt who never said a word. He looked up at the sky and said, "Are these young men blocking the way?"
The man wearing a cloak and flying arrows did not answer, but said sarcastically: "I have heard for a long time that there was a Confucian scholar Mu Deqing who was hypocritical and hypocritical. Today I saw that he was truly worthy of his reputation. That old bald donkey wanted to fight, what did you do to stop him? Just because you didn't You get scolded, don’t you feel the same way?”
The old monk was about to rush forward, but was still stopped by Mu Deqing, who was still wearing a Confucian shirt. He smiled instead of angry: "It seems that your Excellency has deep resentment against the current dynasty!"
"Bang!"
While he was speaking, a terrifying zhenqi shot directly into the air beside him. He hit several sword-wielding men, and the leader of them struck an unexpected blow with his sword. He glanced at the old monk and mocked: "The nondescript Buddhist Vajra Finger." "
When the old master saw him preparing for the second blow, he quickly shouted: "Yuanyi, stop!"
The old monk Yuanyi said dissatisfied: "Old man Mu, you scholars just talk too much, why don't you just hit me?"
Then he shouted to the old man in Taoist uniform: "Zhao Niubi, if you don't take action, I can single out a group!"
The old man in Taoist robes responded in a lazy tone: "A half-step grand master and several top-level masters, you old bald donkey are afraid?"
"A traitor who is rebellious also dares to speak arrogantly."
The man headed by Yu Jian took the lead and used a three-inch Xu Fei Sword from his sleeve with a snap of his fingers, piercing the night sky and directly attacking the three of them.
"Buzz!"
The three-inch Xu Feijian stopped three feet away from the three of them. The flying swords were shaking and moving forward, imprisoned by an invisible barrier. The invisible barrier was like a highly resilient depression, causing ripples in the long night.
The three of them were as still as old pine trees. When the flying sword poked the invisible barrier into a funnel-like shape, the barrier instantly bounced the three swords away.
At the same time, the group of sword-wielding men attacked like lightning.
Old monk Yuan Yi turned away from the two people beside him: "What should we do if they actively seek death?"
Zhao Laodao sneered: "It's not possible. They seem to be pushing their limits. They're too lazy to offend their island owner. It seems necessary to teach them a lesson."
Mu Deqing snorted impatiently for the first time: "You stubborn junior."
After receiving the accurate message, the old monk Yuanyi directly raised his Zen staff to attack.
From the darkness at the end of the East China Sea, a voice shouted: "Stop!"
Several people wearing cloaks and flying arrows seemed to be very surrendered to the sound, and they heard the sound in the night sky.
At the same time, a phantom that cut through the long night arrived close to him. It was tall and burly, wearing black armor and standing in the air with a double-edged halberd, like a god of war appearing in the world.
Several cloaked sword-wielding men bowed and saluted, and said in unison: "Island Master!"
The man glanced at him and said, "Yang Su, please step back!"
Several people retreated in response, with solemn expressions, obeying that man better than the king's military orders.
Mu Deqing, who had never spoken much, saw this person and said, "Li Xiaozhong, the late Tang Dynasty minister!"
The burly man wearing black armor said calmly: "The Confucian scholar is wrong, I am Li Xiaozhong, the island master of Donghai City in the prosperous Tang Dynasty!"
Mu Deqing smiled slightly and did not dwell on this topic, nor did he get angry when the other party called him a "sour Confucian scholar".
However, the old monk Yuanyi refused to give up, half sarcastically and half mockingly: "Amitabha, please wake up, almsgiver, the ten kingdoms have been in conflict for decades and have returned to unity. How can you still deceive yourself and others with your great master status here?" Woolen cloth?"
Li Xiaozhong smiled contemptuously: "It is better for me to be my own island in this domain, guarding a city alone, and be free and at ease than you and others to accompany the usurping emperor."
Then his eyes turned to the old man in Taoist robes: "I wonder if Zhao Hongyun and Tianshi Zhao have personal experience? According to secret rumors, Tianshi Zhao had a close relationship with the parents of the rebellious minister's son. The old man died in a conspiracy to usurp the throne. Your Excellency is actually indifferent. No matter you Whether he is tolerant and dormant, or he is pretending to forget, I am impressed by this magnanimity alone!"
Opening up scars and praising people is as cruel as torture that destroys the spirit.
However, Zhao Hongyun didn't react at all, like an ordinary outsider. If you look closely, you will find a cold look in his eyes.
This cold and perfect expression was covered by a smile: "Speak a thousand, say ten thousand, don't you just want the three old Taoists not to beat you up, but if you stop me from going east to the sea to find the fairy medicine, you will be beaten up. Inevitably, because your Excellency is unreasonable, there is no moral justice at all with you."
Li Xiaozhong showed no emotion towards his semi-threatening words and said calmly: "I don't have to stop you, but I have three moves below. Can you use them one by one?"
He said it very euphemistically, but in fact he just wanted to test the depth of the three of them with three movements, and the three of them would understand.
The old monk Yuanyi took a step forward with his Zen staff and said: "I can take it alone!"
Soon Yuanyi seemed to realize that he had fallen into the trap of the other party's words, so wouldn't it mean that he could no longer be beaten?
He had a flash of inspiration and quickly added: "Let's agree first, I will accept your three moves, and you will have to accept my three moves afterwards. If I don't accept them, then let them take action instead!"
"Okay! It's within the scope of fairness if we don't suffer from each other."
Li Xiaozhong raised one hand, and the sword-wielding men in black robes led by Yang Su retreated quickly.
That night, the night on the shore of the East China Sea in Dengzhou was like daylight, and the rhythm of the law spread hundreds of feet away.
That night, the monks who were seeking immortality and asking questions below the Grand Master level remained silent, and at the same time, they also had a slight enlightenment.
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The night in Laizhou City is silent, and there is no noise in the city except for the patrolling patrols.
In the inn, a handsome and fair-skinned man stood at the window and stared at the dark night, gazing at the lightning-like interweaving light at the end of the east. He suppressed the fear and intimidation from his soul and searched for the enlightenment of the law and charm in the flickering light.
There are no fewer than hundreds of people like him in Deng and Laizhou who took the opportunity to realize this.
However, the light rich in law and charm only flashed a few times, and the pressure from the soul also flashed past like a white horse passing by.
After a long night of complete silence, there was a gentle knock on the door of the fair-skinned man's room, accompanied by a soft call of "Taoist Priest!"
The man opened the door upon hearing the sound, and a beauty in a light blue dress came into view. There was eager concern on her face, and an indescribable tenderness in her eyebrows.
"Senior Zhan Yi and I have just noticed that there is a great master fighting in the direction of the East China Sea. Judging from the spread of Tao Yun Law, it is the three great masters of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. Should we go and take a look, or should we avoid it?"
As she spoke later, her tone became slower and her voice became smaller. After all, the man in front of her now had a special status. She didn’t know whether the three great masters of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism would remember their old feelings and forgive this rebellious minister’s son, or whether Tianshi Zhao would remember him. He stayed in the Tianshi Mansion for several months, which showed him a clear way to restore his realm.
So she was anxious and anxious.
Zhao Zhengli could clearly see what she was thinking.
"This place is hundreds of miles away from the coast of the East China Sea in Dengzhou. I'm afraid I won't be able to find a few of them even if I get there."
The graceful woman's mood instantly dropped by three points, and she responded "Oh!"
Looking at her back as she turned away, Zhao Zhengli couldn't help shouting: "Xiao~Xiaowei!"
The woman's delicate body was shocked and she turned around in shock. Before she could react, she heard another voice: "Thank you!"
She stared at that handsome face in confusion, her mind was in a mess, and she hurriedly replied: "No...it's okay, no...you're welcome!"
The sound of "Xiaowei!" surprised her with a bit of shyness, and her shyness also revealed joy.
At dawn, the spring sun appears.
Many monks from Deng and Lai Prefectures rushed towards the coast of the East China Sea. The crowds were surging and the monks gathered just for the brief and world-shattering Grand Master battle last night.
The news spread quickly, and people from Weizhou and Mizhou came after hearing the news.
A female knight wearing a veil and a rapier was also among them. Her exquisite figure exuded an aura that was colder than ice, which deterred many coveted mortal warriors.
On the way into Dengzhou, a carriage was stopped by an old monk in exquisite cassock. He saluted the Buddha with one hand: "Amitabha! This time I came to borrow something from Taoist Master Zhao."
The plump and beautiful woman driving the carriage said: "What is it?"
The old monk smiled politely and did not answer, still staring at the carport behind her.
At this time, a magnetic male voice came from the carport: "The person who wants to take this head wants to take it from a thousand to ten thousand people. If you, Huicong, want to take it, just do it. Why are you pretending to be weird?"
The exquisite cassocked Hui Cong smiled kindly, but it made people feel horrified: "The Taoist priest is really a cheerful person, so I would rather obey my orders than I am respectful!"
"call!"
He flicked his cassock and stretched out a claw. The Grand Master's pressure instantly erupted and enveloped the scene.
"Bang!"
The beautiful woman driving the carriage drew out her sword at lightning speed and slashed at the sharp claws. The claws of the wise old monk were like cast iron, and the beautiful woman's delicate sword collided with bright sparks and made a huge roar.
A scimitar suddenly appeared in the other hand of the beautiful woman. She was holding the handle of the knife and using her arm to wipe Huicong's wrist.
"boom!"
The old monk was kicking the carriage, using his inertia to avoid it, and briefly distanced himself from the beautiful woman.
He performed the Buddhist salute again with one hand: "Is the female hero Zhan Yi of Emei trying to get into trouble with the old monk? For the sake of the face of Taoist Aunt Yunchan, the headmaster of Emei, the old monk advises the female hero to think carefully."
The plump and beautiful woman Li Zhanyi smiled sweetly: "It stands to reason that Qingcheng Mountain, one of the ancestral homes of Taoism, is also famous, so why don't you sell some thin noodles?"
The old monk Huicong patiently explained to him: "He is a remnant wanted by the imperial court, and he has a personal grudge against Northern Shaolin, so it is naturally different!"
A pleasant voice sounded from inside the car: "Is the old monk going to rob someone from my Yu family?"
At this time, the curtain of the carriage slowly opened, revealing a clear view inside the carriage. A man in a blue shirt was sitting on a soft couch, and a very beautiful woman in a light blue dress was sitting beside him just a few feet away.
"It turns out that she is the daughter of Master Yu, Minister of the Ministry of War, Miss Yu. The old monk is polite!"
Huichong was stunned for a moment, but soon came to his senses. After all, everyone knew that Li Zhanyi was a guest at Yu Shangshu's mansion.
The old monk's eagle-like eyes swept across the two men respectively, and finally landed on the man in green shirt: "Maybe the old monk will offend you two today!"
After speaking, his aura surged, and the locked green-shirted Zhao Zhengli suddenly felt that he was being targeted by wild beasts.
