"There are bad people among the masses!" Cao Zhe sighed inwardly.
The army was mobilized and the artillery was gathered. Even though the Dayue Dynasty tried to cover it up, even Huang Xiang could understand the problem. There was no news coming out of the Shaolin Temple. Of course there was something strange about this.
It is of course impossible to say that the great monks in the Shaolin Temple knew nothing about this matter.
But for some reason, they kept it secret, causing the middle- and lower-class monks to not notice anything strange.
"Is this a turning point, or are the Shaolin monks planning to sacrifice most of the people and quietly transfer some of the elites to survive by docking their tails?" Cao Zhe had another speculation in his mind.
He was so thoughtful that he only responded perfunctorily to Huang Xiang's conversations with him.
Fortunately, Cao Zhe's body and mind are now clear and his energy is strong.
Even if he was distracted by other things, he wouldn't make any obvious mistakes when dealing with Huang Xiang.
"But I'll be waiting for clues soon."
"Wu Ming, there should be a 'result' soon." Cao Zhe's thoughts turned back to the previous arrangement.
Wuming suddenly went to the Sutra Pavilion to look for the Nine Yang Magic.
Of course Cao Zhe would doubt where he got the clue.
With Wu Ming's 'IQ', Cao Zhe had enough reason to believe that he was being manipulated.
Behind this fish, there is a pair of black hands.
Perhaps the original target of these black hands was Monk Jue Yuan. After all, although Jue Yuan lives in seclusion, he may not have exposed his flaws. Anyone who sees the clues to his strong internal strength will feel strange.
And Cao Zhe deliberately used the "Nine Yang Magic" as a bargaining chip to exchange with Wu Ming. In addition to the necessary replacement of resources, it was also obvious that he was asking for advice.
This was originally a test with a relatively simple purpose.
Now that the matter has introduced such a big external situation issue, the events behind it have become increasingly confusing.
"First of all, I want to establish a key issue. I have no intention of hiding completely behind the scenes, always being an invisible person who controls the current situation, or thinking that I can always play the aborigine of this world. This is inappropriate, and even more unacceptable. It's possible, because the rules of the competition are to make an impact and change the world, so only by standing up and walking on the stage can all honors and disgrace be returned to oneself, and only then can one improve his evaluation and hide behind the scenes to become a simple and calculating old Yinbi. It will indeed be relatively safer, but it will also destroy a lot of evaluations in the process. If you want to strive for the top, you must have the courage and determination to stand up to the world. People who always stand behind the scenes can never expect to be in the highest position."
"It is with such a basic direction of thinking that I deliberately 'release the water', hoping to bring out the person who manipulates him behind ignorance, or to cooperate with him, or through him, to enter into communication with the competitors. At the level of exchanging what is needed and what is not. I need a platform to promote my martial arts for me and make me famous all over the world."
"Huang Xiang's appearance was both expected and unexpected. Selling secret books in the street market, I do not deny that there is an element of fishing, but Huang Xiang is a big fish. And the imminent crisis in Shaolin is It disrupted my original plan and layout."
"I originally planned to be world-famous within five years, invincible within ten years, reach the pinnacle of martial arts within twenty years, and then set a new high, raising the level of martial arts in the entire world to reach the overall level of the world. Advance.”
"All of this is of course based on an overall environment and a more appropriate basis."
"Obviously... the environment doesn't want to follow my plan, it has its own ideas."
For the first time, Cao Zhe sorted out his thoughts in a relatively complete manner, but everything happened only in the blink of an eye.
"As a fellow martial artist, when you see that the Shaolin monk is about to encounter a disaster, don't you feel sympathy for him?"
"They are monks, you are a Taoist priest, and we are all monks. After all, we are still our own people." Huang Xiang was still chirping in Cao Zhe's ear.
She seemed to want to find out Cao Zhe's true identity, and even wanted to confirm whether he was also a competitor.
Such urgency made her feel timid.
"My methods are a bit raw. Although I have scheming skills, I am not sophisticated enough."
"Such a skill should not be hidden in front of Huang Yaoshi or Huang Rong, so...she only came here recently. Perhaps it was because she was worried about her identity being exposed that she chose to 'run away from home.'" Cao Zhe said again Despite the new discovery, his expression didn't change much.
Huang Xiang, who didn't know that the real cup size had been seen, was still working hard to mobilize.
"Since you are so enthusiastic, wouldn't it be better if we, as martial arts fellows, directly remind the Shaolin monks?"
"What's the point of stealing one or two artillery pieces?" Cao Zhe wanted to seize the initiative as soon as he opened his mouth.
Huang Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then said hurriedly: "We are attacking the mountain with artillery fire. With our little effort, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape!"
Cao Zhe said: "Don't worry about it. Shaolin has survived several dynasties. It doesn't make sense that there are only a few secret passages in such a huge Songshan Mountain."
Huang Xiang felt that this was wrong, but he had not yet figured out what was wrong.
"correct!"
"Is your father Huang Yaoshi, or is your mother Huang Rong?" Cao Zhe suddenly asked.
This question feels weird. People who don’t read carefully will always think wrongly.
Huang Xiang was so crooked that his thinking was disordered. He forgot to close the door and said directly: "Ah...! What are you talking nonsense about? My father is Guo Jing... Bah! My father is not Guo Jing."
"Huh?"
"Huang Xiang or Guo Xiang? Just changed the name?"
"It seems that my previous guess was wrong."
"However, it seems that Huang Rong and Guo Jing have broken up."
"So Huang Xiang followed my mother, and after the competitor took over Huang Xiang's identity, he was afraid of being discovered, so he escaped from Huang Rong's control?" Cao Zhe thought to himself.
He didn't mind if his guess was wrong.
After all, everything is just speculation, there is no real evidence, and fallacies are normal.
"Your father is Guo Jing, and you still fight for Shaolin?"
"Hurry home and hug your thighs!" Cao Zhe said.
Huang Xiang looked at Cao Zhe as if he were mentally retarded, and sneered at Cao Zhe's statement.
The appearance of a competitor is tantamount to eliminating the original character.
For both Guo Jing and Huang Rong, this Huang Xiang is not only not their precious daughter, but also their murderer.
If your thighs can hold you, then that’s awesome!
It can even be said that anyone can take refuge in Guo Jing, but Huang Xiang cannot.
From the moment she appeared, she was on the opposite side of Guo Jing and Huang Rong.
"Wait a minute... what you said... you are a competitor! Are you the same as me?" Huang Xiang finally became convinced of Cao Zhe's identity from the words Cao Zhe deliberately leaked.
"Yes, me too, and like you, I came in later than others!" Cao Zhe showed a bitter look on his face.
Huang Xiang felt the same way and said: "It seems that you have chosen your identity at random. In fact, it's okay. Thinking about it, we are quite lucky. Those who joined later may not be able to drink the soup."
The so-called joy and sorrow are all contrasted.
Huang Xiang looked at the 'mediocre' person in front of him, who didn't seem to have a lot of 'time travel' gift packages. He suddenly felt that although he was twenty years late, he still had a lot of unique skills that he could use. He was already off to a good start. The backlog of anxiety and discouragement was half dispelled.
