"Uncle Master, I understand what you mean."
Qingzhuo's face was calm, and he slowly said: "It is indeed wishful thinking for just the two of us to contend with hundreds of rebels on the mountain."
"I won't do this kind of thing, please don't worry, uncle."
Upon hearing this, Taoist Guanyuan looked slightly relieved.
What he was most worried about was that Qingzhuo was too young and would be carried away by anger and hatred and do something irreversible in a moment.
When it came to that point, he and his family had no choice but to abandon their family business and flee Lianhua Township with their families.
"Why……"
Taoist Guanyuan sighed and said, "In the past two months or so, I have also secretly contacted several old and large households in Lianhua Township and discussed many countermeasures."
"However, they are still hesitant and fearful. Our strength is still too weak to resist the rebel army occupying Qingping Palace..."
Qingping Palace has been rooted in Lianhua Township for hundreds of years and has great influence.
Apart from anything else, there are at least a dozen families similar to Taoist Guanyuan who still maintain contact with Qingping Palace after returning to secular life.
In addition, several large households in villages and towns were also eager to get rid of the oppression and bullying of the rebels. They gathered together and secretly discussed many ways, but all ended in vain.
In the final analysis, the strength in hand is still weak, and there is no hope of a comeback at all.
The leader of that group of rebels was a highly accomplished warrior, well-equipped and well-trained, and numbered hundreds of people. How could they be able to fight against him?
"If we can't do it ourselves, we can only rely on the help of others."
Qingzhuo's eyes flickered and he spoke.
Taoist Guanyuan's expression moved slightly, as if he had thought of something, and asked, "Senior nephew Qingzhuo, do you have some plans?"
"good."
Qingzhuo nodded and said: "I am going to go to Changping City, contact some martial arts schools and escort agencies, and ask them to take action to wipe out this group of rebels!"
"this……"
Taoist Guanyuan frowned and said, "I'm afraid this is unlikely."
"If some of the major martial arts schools and escort bureaus in Changping City are willing to join forces, they will indeed have the strength to defeat that group of rebels."
"But we don't have much leverage to impress them."
"If we try to raise money together, we can only raise a few thousand taels if we join forces with several large households. Even if we include the palace's century-old accumulation, we won't have much money left..."
When he said this, he suddenly thought of something and his expression changed: "Senior nephew Qingzhuo, are you planning to teach the technique to others?"
"right!"
Qingzhuo looked firm and said in a deep voice: "Eighty to ninety percent of the martial arts spread in the world are external martial arts, and true internal martial arts are very rare."
"If I use "Taiyi Huntian Gong" as a bargaining chip, and add some gold and silver wealth, I will definitely be able to impress them!"
"This is absolutely impossible!"
When Taoist Guanyuan heard this, he immediately became anxious: "Taiyi Hun Tian Kung is the foundation of Qing Ping Palace!"
"Once the skills are spread, there will be endless disasters in the future. This is simply an act of drinking poison to quench thirst, and it also violates the teachings of our ancestors..."
"Uncle Master!"
Qingzhuo interrupted him, stared at him closely, and said in a cold tone: "You should recognize the reality, the Qingping Palace is gone! Is the secret of Kung Fu still important?"
"If we continue to wait, who knows how long we will have to wait until the rebel army is destroyed? Is it three to five years, or ten or twenty years?"
"After such a long period of time, if there is any accident in the process, there will never be any hope of Qingping Palace's revival."
"What's more, there are master, uncle and a group of brothers. Do we expect others to avenge the blood feud of more than fifty people in the palace on our behalf?"
His eyes were cold and he said loudly: "As long as we can wipe out those rebels and regain the Qingping Palace, all the costs will be worth it!"
His words were like nails smashing into Taoist Guanyuan's heart.
Taoist Guanyuan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but finally leaned back on his chair and said slumped: "Senior nephew Qingzhuo, you are right."
"I'm old, and I'm still timid in my actions, but I'm not as courageous as you."
When he said this, he took a deep breath and said: "I will find a way to contact those big investors secretly. When the money is almost raised, I will go to Changping City with you."
"You are too young and not strong enough. If you go to Changping City alone, I am afraid that some people will become ill and eat you up."
"I see."
A smile finally appeared on Qingzhuo's face: "I'll leave everything to my uncle."
…………
Inside Changping City.
Since becoming a master, Zhang Yao has lived in the inner courtyard of the martial arts school. He is personally taught by Zhou An every day, and his life has become more and more nourishing.
As he expected, after the Taiyi Zhuang Gong was completed and his qi and blood were activated, his physical strength and muscles ushered in a period of explosive growth.
In just seven or eight days, his strength nearly doubled!
On the martial arts field in the martial arts hall, the heaviest stone lock weighed five hundred kilograms, and Zhang Yao took advantage of the time when the apprentice left the martial arts hall to run over and try it out, and he was able to lift it with difficulty.
This kind of strength and physical ability, if you practice hard and exert all your fighting skills, the power will be absolutely astonishing.
"I have been practicing martial arts for so long, and I have finally made some achievements."
"Who could have imagined that a year ago, I was just a little Taoist boy with no power to restrain myself?"
Zhang Yao was extremely satisfied and laughed heartily.
"very impressive!"
Meng Zongwei and Zhang Yannian on the side looked at this scene in amazement.
"Junior brother, how did you practice this?"
Zhang Yannian's eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "Could it be that he is born with divine power?"
Practicing the Golden Cauldron Technique can also greatly increase the physical strength of the muscles and bones, but you must at least practice it to a great extent to have such strength.
But it was clear that Zhang Yao had only practiced for more than two months and had not even achieved a small degree of success. He was actually able to lift a five hundred kilogram stone lock, which really surprised them.
"No, it's not natural power."
Zhou An was also amazed. He kept looking at Zhang Yao with strange eyes: "This kid's talent really opened my eyes."
"You brat, tell me the truth. How far have you practiced the health-preserving skills that Qingping Palace taught you?"
"Report to Master."
Zhang Yao showed a smile and said: "I have practiced hard for many years, day and night, and have mastered the Taiyi Zhuang Kung Fu."
"As expected!"
Zhou Fusu smiled, understanding in his heart.
The function of health-preserving pile skills is mainly to prolong life, but after all, it is closely related to the true inheritance of the inner family, and it also has a strengthening effect on the body.
The success of the Zhuang Gong, combined with the strengthening and blessing of the Jin Ding Gong, allowed Zhang Yao's strength and physical fitness to increase to a level comparable to that of the Jin Ding Gong.
"But based on this level of calculation..."
Zhou An thought for a moment, then his heart suddenly moved, and he asked in surprise: "Could it be that... you have also mastered the Golden Cauldron Skill?"
"Yes, I really can't hide it from Master."
The smile on Zhang Yao's face became even brighter, and he said: "Just two days ago, I felt a strange feeling in my body. I guess the Jin Ding Gong should have been completed."
