Mozhou, Fang Shengcheng.
This is the location of the Fang family's ancestral temple and the headquarters of the Fang family.
In the clan meeting hall, the heads of each room gathered together, and everyone's face was filled with indignation and indignation.
"How dare! How dare this Chen Luo!" A gray-haired old woman with chicken skin knocked the wooden stick in her hand, "The way of heaven is the way of heaven for everyone in the world. He was lucky enough to come up with a martial art, and he dared to ban our family. ! He has such a domineering temperament and so much courage!"
"Fourth Aunt is right." Another middle-aged man also slapped the table and said angrily, "Our Fang family is the backbone of the human race. If the human race can take a road, our Fang family will naturally take a share. Chen Luo's move , against etiquette!”
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face said coldly: "Then Chen Luo said that everyone in his martial arts is like a dragon, but he excluded our Fang family. I might as well ask Wenchang Pavilion and the court, our side Is the family a human race?"
"Is this move to force our Fang family out of the human race?"
"It's extreme, it's extreme."
"I'm going to ask if we are going to force our Fang family to rebel?"
"See if Wenchang Pavilion dares to say yes, and see if the other half-saints dare to side with Chen Luo!"
For a time, the crowd in the meeting hall was excited.
"I want Chen Luo to apologize to our Fang family!"
"Not enough, then Chen Luo needs to come to our holy city and face the wall for three years to write at least four red world classics that belong exclusively to our family!"
"In my opinion, it is better to choose a daughter for him and let him marry into my Fang family! This martial arts should also be the way of my Fang family!"
"It makes sense!"
"It is Chen Luo's good fortune to marry our Fang family!"
"Martial arts should be controlled by our Fang family."
The patriarch, Fang Mingzhe, sat on the throne without saying a word. He seemed to be still immersed in the pain of losing his son, leaving everything to be handled by several elders of the Fang family who rarely showed up.
Several elders looked at each other, and one of them coughed and said, "Be quiet."
As soon as these words were spoken, the pressure of a positive state of mind dissipated, and the meeting hall fell silent instantly, looking at the elder Fang Huaji who had spoken.
In the Fang Elders' Association, Fang Huaji ranks fourth and is a very important figure in the Fang family.
Fang Huaji stood up, glanced around at the housekeepers in each room, and sighed in his heart.
This group of people had stayed in Fang Shengcheng for a long time and were used to being arrogant. They couldn't even smell the slightest crisis.
It seems that we need to hold an elders meeting with a few old brothers to discuss and replace a group of people.
But now is not the time to talk about this.
He said softly: "Have you forgotten, this Chen Luo is the disciple of that fierce bandit in Zhulin!"
Everyone was shocked. Most of the people present had not experienced the dispute a hundred years ago, but for many years, they could not help but feel a little trembling when they heard the elders talking about the methods of the ruthless bandits.
You know, a hundred years ago, the Fang family was known as "One Sect and Seven Saints"!
One of the two missing ones is related to the bamboo forest bandit!
Fang Huaji saw the changes in everyone's expressions, and after a long while, he continued: "Although there is the mediation of the Half-Saint, our Fang family does not care about the Bamboo Bandits for the sake of the human race's gift, but in the past hundred years, the Bamboo Bandits' lineage has It is an indisputable fact that our family is at odds with our Fang family."
"Forget about apologizing, winning over, and making peace. Don't say that the Bamboo Bandits won't agree, nor will the three sage ancestors of our Fang family."
"I just paid a visit to the Third Ancestor."
As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately had a look of respect on their faces and bowed slightly.
"What the Third Ancestor means is that although this is a grudge between our Fang family and Zhulin, it also involves a great gift from the world."
"If everyone is like a dragon, do we still need this superiority and inferiority?"
"If everyone is like a dragon, can we still keep these etiquette and disciplines?"
"If everyone is like a dragon, will this person's desire be destroyed?"
"This martial arts is an evil way!"
"Let's go in this direction and discuss it."
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Zhongjing, Earl's Mansion.
Chen Luo glanced at Ji Zhong, who was sitting on the railing and carefully wiping the broken sword, and scratched his head.
This piece of wood, such a big thing, from the time I woke up until now, I didn't plan to come over and tell myself.
But if I took the initiative to ask him to switch to martial arts, would it be self-defeating and make Xiao Ji feel uncomfortable?
After all, he is still a seventeen-year-old child.
Mentally fragile.
But you can't waste it like this.
Chen Luo pretended to walk past Ji Zhong unintentionally and coughed.
Ji Zhong raised his head, called Young Master, and continued to clean his sword.
Chen Luo came back and said casually: "Xiao Ji, you are ranked third on the world rankings, which is great."
Ji Zhong nodded slightly: "Thank you, Master."
Chen Luo got closer to Ji Zhong and said, "Xiao Ji, actually the martial arts created by the young master is very powerful."
Ji Zhong nodded: "Well, the young master is awesome!"
"Well..." Ji Zhong hesitated for a moment, then hesitantly said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."
Ji Zhong raised his head and looked at Chen Luo. Chen Luo felt a little nervous for some reason.
Ji Zhong looked at Chen Luo for a moment and shook his head; "No, thank you sir!"
After saying that, he continued to lower his head and carefully wipe the broken sword in his hand.
Chen Luo: (#｀?′)
Is this a failure of confession?
I am strong and cannot cry!
Chen Luo turned around and walked back, thought for a while, then turned around and walked towards Ji Zhong.
"Xiao Ji, let me tell you, my martial arts..."
"Master, my heart is broken!" Ji Zhong suddenly raised his head and said calmly.
Chen Luo was stunned.
This... why did you suddenly reveal your trump card?
This doesn't bother me anymore.
Chen Luo adjusted his language: "Confucianism is broken? Does that mean we can no longer follow the Confucian path?"
Ji Zhong nodded.
"Then it's a match... just follow the martial arts." Chen Luo patted his chest, "As long as the young master knows how to do it, I'll teach you."
Ji Zhong shook his head again: "No need, thank you, Master."
Chen Luo was so anxious that he almost jumped: "Xiao Ji, I don't understand, what are you thinking? If you can't follow the path of Confucianism, don't you follow the martial arts, don't you want to practice?"
"Practice. I practice martial arts, but I don't want Young Master to teach me."
Ji Zhong looked at Chen Luo as a matter of course and said, "If I rely entirely on the young master to teach me, then wouldn't I be the young master's disciple?"
Chen Luo was stunned. It turned out that Xiao Ji's psychological defense line was here.
"Let's not argue like that, you are still my little brother, how about it?"
Ji Zhong shook his head: "That won't work!"
"Then what do you want?" Chen Luo almost knelt down to Ji Zhong.
Ji Zhong said very seriously: "I want to establish my own martial arts! Then I don't have to worship the young master as my teacher."
"I already have an idea."
Chen Luo frowned slightly: "It's not that easy to create your own martial arts. You are only seventeen years old. You can learn more first, and then..."
At this time, Wang Bugui came over after having a full meal and patting his belly.
"Old Chen, Xiao Ji, what are you talking about? Add me..."
Ji Zhong's eyes suddenly lit up, and with a flick of his wrist, a stream of red dust air flew out along the broken sword and shot towards Wang Bugui.
Wang Bugui was shocked: "Xiao Ji, what are you doing?"
After speaking, Wang Bugui read a war poem in his mouth, and a shadow of a jade pot appeared around him. It's just that the red dust energy directly inserted into the shadow of the righteous jade pot. The jade pot's shadow trembled slightly, and the red dust energy attack dissipated.
Ji Zhong frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking about something.
Wang Bugui removed the jade pot and stepped forward: "Xiao Ji, how did I offend you? You... wu wu wu..."
Chen Luo stretched out his hand, covered Wang Bugui's mouth, and looked at Ji Zhong in surprise.
The move just now was a bit like the Qi-breaking move of Dugu Nine Swords, but it was different. At least Chen Luo couldn't do the move just now.
"Xiao Ji, what was that trick just now?"
Ji Zhong frowned and said with some dissatisfaction: "I figured it out myself, but it's not perfect yet."
"New Dugu Nine Swords·Poru Style!"
Chen Luo: (||?Д?)
Break... break the Confucian style?
Do you still have a Tao-breaking style? Breaking Buddha style?
Ji Zhong nodded: "I know the most about righteousness, so I came up with the Po-Confucian style first. Taoism and Buddhism still need to be studied further."
Then...could there be a demon-breaking style? Breaking the barbaric style?
Ji Zhong shook his head: "How is that possible? Yaoman's attack is not based on Qi, so it cannot be generalized."
Chen Luo breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.
Fortunately, fortunately, he was not suppressed by Xiao Ji's genius aura.
"But their attack methods are just that. They probably need to develop force-breaking style, speed-breaking style, defense-breaking style, curse-breaking style, illusion-breaking style, magic-breaking style..."
"Total up, there are exactly nine styles."
Ji Zhong raised his head, looked at Chen Luo, and said seriously: "Master, after I perfect it, I will teach you!"
Chen Luo: Thank you!
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