Eastern Region, Xingtan.
One is standing and one is sitting.
One has a coir raincoat and the other has a cloth.
Each other was speechless.
trouble! To be able to withstand the pressure of intention, at least this person also has intention. If there is no intention, then the power in this person will reach a very terrifying amount.
But generally speaking: people who can resist the will can realize their own will due to their accumulated experience.
But anyone who can understand the meaning, whether it is the meaning of the predecessors or his own, is not an unknown person!
Since the other party is probably also interested, the old man Xingtan will not hold back and directly use all his strength.
Under the insistence of the holy will of Confucianism, the power of literature and ink rushed towards the man in coir raincoat like a flood.
Not to be outdone, the man in coir raincoat waved his sleeves and directly used the power of Wenmo to catch the attack of the old man Xingtan.
However, the man in the coir raincoat probably never imagined that this seemingly grand move was actually a deception. The rotten bamboo slips that the coir raincoat man had just snatched shook, and the holy way of Confucianism in them suddenly burst out, reaching his chest.
The man in the coir raincoat was shocked and diverted the power of literature and ink, temporarily withstanding the urgent need. However, the old man Xingtan's power of literature and ink, which had lost its resistance, still rushed towards the man in the coir raincoat with the blessing of the holy way of Confucianism.
cunning! The man in coir raincoat cursed secretly and threw out the rotten bamboo slip in his hand that had caused him such embarrassment.
And the rotten bamboo slips seemed to be able to absorb the power of old man Xingtan's writing and calligraphy. As they passed by the bamboo slips, they all turned around and merged into the bamboo slips.
The old man Xingtan felt that something was wrong, so he withdrew his strength, but still maintained the sacred will of Confucianism and remained vigilant.
It seemed that there was no strength to absorb it, and the rotten bamboo slips scattered into bamboo strips and fell to the ground with a "ping-ping-pong-pong" sound.
The old man Xingtan swept the bamboo strips with the holy will of Confucianism and found that there was no force on them, either his own or the opponent's.
But the rotten bamboo slips were indeed absorbing his power just now, but this power seemed to have never appeared before and just disappeared out of thin air!
The old man Xingtan felt the remnants of Wenmo's power inside his body. After confirming again and again that he had exerted the power, his eyes towards the other party changed somewhat.
"Your strength seems to have weakened a lot. Was that really your full strength just now?" The man in raincoat finally spoke.
Hearing the voice of the man in coir raincoat, the old man Xingtan breathed a sigh of relief, dispersed his Confucianism, relaxed and bowed.
"Disciple, I have met Mr. Dao Zhi Wuxin, and he truly deserves his reputation!"
"Hmph!" The man in coir raincoat raised his right hand, took off his bamboo hat, and revealed an indifferent face.
…
Eastern Region, Academy.
Chun Da Jijiu unfolded the note pressed next to the oil lamp and read the contents carefully.
"Is there a thousand opportunities in the note? It seems that this is probably the note left by Mo Jijiu."
"The man's left waist was injured that night... He was suspected of being a spy... Hmm... So was he testing me in that conversation?"
"As for what, even I want to be tested."
Chun Dajiu smiled softly, rolled up the note, and lit it with the flame of the oil lamp.
Under the gaze of Chun Dajiu, the note gradually turned into ashes.
The flames were about to burn his hands, so Chun Dajiu let go of the note.
The unrolled note lost its restraints and spread out. The flames did not stop devouring the note because of the change in form.
"So, is it you?"
Chun Dajiu stared at the last five words on the note that were about to be destroyed:
"The Great Wise King of the Northern Territory."
…
Eastern region, Sophora Valley.
A junior in a linen robe and an old man in a linen robe, staring at each other with big eyes.
Unlike the young Ma Pao who had just been "driven" down the mountain by the old Ma Pao, this young man's face had lost some of its childishness.
"You brat, you have the nerve to come back? Why are you coming back?" Seeing his great disciple, Lao Ma Pao's good mood suddenly disappeared.
"Come back and see you, teacher!"
Marigold Robe's expression was quite sincere.
"That sounds good. But I don't believe it."
This apprentice has been a disciple for at least ten or twenty years, and Lao Ma Pao knows very well what he is thinking.
"..."
"Why are you aggrieved? Don't look at me like that. Your master saw you in Qin State back then, and you didn't go up to say hello. That made your master come to me to question you."
"Hiss!" Marigold Pao took a breath of cold air, wildly shook his head and looked around, "Has the master left?"
"Get it, you should have left early!"
Old Ma Pao grabbed the cup on the side and took a sip of good wine, then put down the cup and said, "If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for any reason, you will either not come back for how many years, or there will be nothing good to come back, tell me! Where else do you need to be a teacher? Butt wiper?"
"..."
In your mind as a teacher, do I just get into trouble? Marigold Robe, who was about to wipe the non-existent cold sweat on his head, roared in his heart.
"Ahem!" Now that the teacher has asked the question, it is time to get down to business whether it is asking the teacher to wipe your butt or not, "Beiyan or Nanchu, which one do you plan to take away first?"
"Nan Chu is not very honest. Let's deal with Nan Chu first." Old Ma Pao looked at the row of black stones on the chessboard angrily.
"Second Junior Brother is watching from Nanchu right now."
"That's the best. Since my second apprentice has gone to Nanchu, then you can go to the Northern Territory."
Northern Territory? ! The kind of place where birds don't lay eggs? ! Let me go where? ! Then...then it's no different than giving up!
"...Teacher." Hemp Robe swayed a few times and knelt down directly, "I have been a disciple for so many years. There is no merit but hard work. Look at these years..."
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" Goosebumps appeared all over Lao Mapao's body and he had a severe headache.
In the eyes of outsiders, Huaigu is a mysterious place. Firstly, Lao Ma Pao was very powerful and respected by the world; secondly, there were only a handful of people in Huaigu. In this way, the teacher's knowledge is inexhaustible in a short period of time, and it is rare for the teacher to be partial. The relationship between master and apprentice is harmonious, each apprentice knows each other well, and there are almost no conflicts. This is very enviable by other forces.
But from Lao Ma Pao's point of view, he wished his masters wouldn't be so harmonious. In terms of age, he is more than enough to be the ancestor of three apprentices, and now he is still a teacher at a reduced price.
What's more important is that many times, Lao Ma Pao feels that these three are the ancestors.
"...The Nine Provinces Plan has not been completed yet. Teacher has exiled me. Isn't it too early?"
Marigold Robe's words were interrupted for a moment, but he still didn't stop completely. That sincere tone was paired with a cry that sounded like a farewell to the deceased, which made Lao Ma Pao almost lift the chessboard.
"What are you thinking about? According to what you said, your third child was sent to Nanchu by me some time ago!"
"Junior brother is also in Nanchu? There is really nothing to worry about there."
After figuring out what was going on, Marigold's tone instantly became normal, as if the person who was crying and wanted to hang himself on a locust tree branch was not him.
"You should go to the Yan Kingdom quickly. The Yan Kingdom has provoked the Northern Territory this time, and I'm afraid it won't be able to withstand it for long. Since there is no movement in the Academy, let Huaigu take the lead."
When he said this, Old Ma Pao looked at the east suspiciously, and kept warning, "Please wait a little longer this time, don't think about what happened last time...Old man, I haven't even reacted yet, and you will die." Came back the same way.”
"Disciple, obey!"
