Huang Xiang looked at Cao Zhe seriously, hesitated several times and finally nodded: "Okay! I'll go to Quanzhen to ask for help. If it doesn't work... I'll go to Beijing to find Guo Jing."
"Anyway... don't mess around. If you are in danger, retreat and stay useful. We will always turn around."
Cao Zhe waved his hand and said: "Okay! Okay! Mother-in-law and mother-in-law, why are you acting like a bitch?"
Huang Xiang's eyes widened, and Wang Bingbing looked at Cao Zhe.
"I treat you as a friend, but you treat me as a transvestite" is written generously on your face?
"Let your eagle carry you higher!"
"Don't let anyone shoot them down with cannons." Cao Zhe added.
After saying that, I felt a little regretful and smashed my mouth.
With his eyesight, he could clearly see the specific shape of the white eagle that was always hovering above Huang Xiang's head, even from a long distance away.
Judging from its size, it is larger than the average white eagle, but it can only carry a light and petite girl like Huang Xiang for a short flight, and it is impossible to really carry many people into the sky.
Otherwise, Cao Zhe would not be polite to Huang Xiang.
"You are the only one who will be beaten with cannons, bah bah... none of us will be beaten with cannons!" Huang Xiang said.
Cao Zhe said with a bad smile: "I definitely won't, but you might in the future. In short... the world is a long way from here. Let's meet another day. When we meet next time, I hope that you and I will be famous all over the world."
After saying that, without waiting for Huang Xiang's reaction, he had already lifted up his energy and jumped up, gliding away like a big bird into the distance.
Huang Xiang looked at Cao Zhe's retreating back and puffed up his cheeks.
Then the whistle was blown.
The white eagle flapped its wings and flew down, hovering above Huang Xiang's head.
"Diao'er! Diao'er! Follow him. If he is in danger, drag him away. Thank you!" Huang Xiang said to Bai Diao.
The white eagle continued to circle and emit a clear and long cry.
"Good eagle! I'm begging you! Don't worry about me. I will leave marks along the way. All the disciples of the Beggar Clan will see it. That woman will definitely catch up. Although she is dealing with me, if I am in danger, she will definitely do it. Help me." He wrinkled his nose and showed an unhappy expression.
The white eagle circled twice more, and finally let out a long cry, as if to tell Huang Xiang to pay attention to his own safety. Then he rose high into the sky and chased in the direction away from Cao Zhe.
After Cao Zhe left Huang Xiang, he did not return to Shaoshi Mountain first, but returned to Dengfeng City.
After 'borrowing' some silver scrolls from a few thieves, they went to the market to buy huge banners and gongs and drums. They all loaded them on horseback and walked all the way out of the city towards Shaoshi Mountain. OK.
He is still considered a Shaolin disciple.
Now he is going to have a hard time breaking into Shaolin.
I can't talk about my position, just for the feeling of injustice in my chest.
In the afternoon, the sun is hot as usual.
After a midsummer, the cicadas, who have lost much strength, are singing feebly in the forest.
The little monk Zhike in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple is standing in front of the gate. It seems that he is standing there guarding the gate with a calm mind, but in fact his soul is wandering in the sky.
Suddenly, the fierce sound of gongs and drums completely woke up this noisy afternoon.
Cao Zhe, who was sitting on a horse with a drum hanging from his waist and a gong in his hand, showed the banner behind him.
The banner did not indicate the secret evil deeds of the Bald Head Club.
Instead, it says, 'Shaolin martial arts, chicken feathers everywhere, Shaolin monks, not even hair', a total of sixteen characters.
Not very harmful, but very insulting.
And the words are concise, so anyone who can read will not misinterpret the meaning.
The Zhike monk standing in front of the mountain gate looked at Cao Zhe blankly, and then rubbed his eyes.
That’s right!
There are indeed people holding such banners and beating gongs and drums to provoke in front of Shaolin Mountain.
The first thing that filled Zhi Ke Monk was not anger, but confusion and curiosity.
Although the Shaolin Temple is a Buddhist temple, it is also a martial arts master. Although it has been overshadowed by the Quanzhen Sect in recent years, it has been the number one sect in the world for hundreds of years.
Such a famous ancient temple, such a holy land of martial arts, how can a kid from nowhere be able to provoke wantonly?
Zhike Monk can even conclude that there is no need for the eminent monks of Bodhidharma Academy to take action.
Just a junior monk from Luohan Hall can easily teach this kid how to behave.
"Isn't that... lay disciple Zhang Junbao?" Hearing the sound of gongs and drums, some undisturbed disciples rushed to the mountain gate to watch the show, and one of them recognized Cao Zhe.
"What? He is actually my Shaolin disciple?" A monk asked in surprise.
"Is he crazy? He deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors... and dared to come here to provoke him? Huo Gong Tutuo, who rebelled against his family back then, only dared to go to the Western Regions to build a Western Shaolin, but he didn't dare to do this directly in front of my Shaolin Mountain. Provocation." Another monk said.
Since Dayue Daily was established, many old events in the martial arts world have become less confidential.
Many sects that are secretly controlled by competitors have become very involved in each other in order to hinder each other and throw dirty water.
This also led to many unknown old stories being dug up again and then made public.
"Zhang Junbao! Are you crazy?"
"Or are you being held hostage?"
"Don't be afraid, you are my Shaolin disciple. If someone threatens you, just let us know and we will go and ask the master to make the decision for you!" A young monk from the Shaolin Temple shouted loudly to Cao Zhe.
Some people rushed out quickly, and they did not come towards Cao Zhe. Instead, they held rattan sticks and looked at the surrounding mountains and forests to be on guard.
At the same time, he turned around and said to Cao Zhe: "Enter the mountain gate quickly. Don't delay. If you are poisoned, go to the Bodhi Courtyard. The masters there are Bodhisattva-hearted and will never sit back and watch your suffering."
There are so many monks in the group, although there is inevitably some noise, it is harmless.
Cao Zhe's heart warmed slightly, and he felt that such a risky move was not a wrong payment.
Whether he could save the world or not, he didn't dare to say anything, let alone be self-righteous.
But this mountain full of young monks... he still has to take care of them to some extent.
"What kind of villain dares to hold my Shaolin disciple hostage and make such arrogant remarks?"
"Do you dare to confront me and other young monks and have a fight?" The monks holding rattan sticks protected Cao Zhe in the middle and shouted to the forest.
Cao Zhe suddenly struck the gong.
He said with a playful smile: "Don't waste your energy, everyone. I was not held hostage by anyone, and I was not instigated by others for what I did. It was all based on my own understanding."
After that, he suddenly beat the drum for a while.
The inner force is working, and the sound of the drum is like thunder.
All the young monks around him covered their ears and fell to the ground.
Although Cao Zhe is not proficient in sound skills, he knows how to use internal force to vibrate the drum surface and form a resonance effect. In this way, even if he hammers the drum surface violently, the sound is still lethal.
Several monks with more advanced skills staggered and ran towards the temple, obviously to report.
Cao Zhe drove his horse across the mountain gate, beating gongs and drums all the way, and shouted the words on the banner behind him.
"Shaolin martial arts is covered with chicken feathers, but Shaolin monks are not even feathers!"
Such arrogance naturally provoked the disciples from the 36th Shaolin Academy and the 72nd Room to rush over, gather in formation, and surround him.
(The new book requires reading data, so please try not to read it!)
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