Calamity Crown

The two stared at each other.

The atmosphere froze.

But the next moment, the two of them acted as if nothing had happened, and walked towards the courtyard door together—the courtyard where Goethe and his party were located, they could enter the backyard from the shop, and they could also go directly to the backyard.

There is also a small lockable gate to the backyard.

On weekdays, it is locked from the inside, and if there is any inconvenience, just go from here.

Therefore, it is quiet and there are few people here.

These two saw this situation.

Fortunately, let go.

Although there was no punching or kicking, but the tone was called impolite——

"Rong's farewell biography says: Rong was four years old, and he ate pears with his elder brother, and often attracted the younger ones.

People ask why.

The answer was: My son, the method should be taken from the younger one.

Brother, don't you understand?

Do you need Brother Huang to hire another Kaimeng teacher for you?

Although the Buddhist scriptures are good, they cannot overcome fools. "

The young man in a Confucian uniform, wearing a headscarf and holding a folding fan asked with a smile.

There are guns and sticks in the words.

The young man who was dressed in normal clothes but held a string of 108 emerald beads in his hands, his face remained unchanged, and he even smiled, he responded softly: "The Buddha is a destined person.

but me?

It is a predestined relationship.

Mr. Mo here is also a predestined person. "

"oh?"

"How did this fate come about?"

The Confucian man opened the folding fan while asking, and shook it gently.

Although this sea gate is not as good as the black land, but it's not yet the first month, and it's still chilly when the wind blows. I really don't know what this man is shaking.

However, the words on the folding fan are excellent.

It says--

The sound of wind and rain, and the sound of reading are in my ears.

It should look like a couplet, but there is only this sentence on the side of the fan.

The handwriting is even thicker and sharper, looking like a sword, but for some reason, it lacks a trace of charm, just like when you see a sharp weapon, it is indeed a sharp weapon, but it is definitely not a treasure.

"The predestined relationship comes from practice, from virtue, and from the blessings of the previous life."

"Second Emperor Brother was naturally very blessed in his last life, and he also practiced, but he didn't...

well. "

With a sigh, the man with the rosary fell silent.

If you say this, you are almost pointing your nose at you and scolding you.

But the Confucian man was not angry at all, he just stretched out his foot and stepped on his younger brother's foot lightly.

This kick was silent.

And, hidden.

Still fast.

It was too late for the man holding the rosary to realize that his foot had already been trampled.

Confucian men stepped very skillfully, not on the soles of their feet, but on their toes, and kept turning their ankles.

While stepping on and pushing, he also asked.

"Hey, what the emperor said is biased.

As a brother, I still have a little bit of virtue. For example, I didn't hit you in the face, but just stomped on your feet.

Look, is this a virtue? "

"Calculate!"

The man holding the rosary said while gritting his back molars.

why?

He hurts!

My thumb feels like it's going to rot.

That really hurts.

"Young brother, you have read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, but this Buddhist kung fu for physical fitness is not good enough. I remember Master Baoxiang once said that practicing his kung fu is like a golden bell covering the body, and it is difficult to hurt with a sword!

Brother, you are so short of fire! "

The Confucian man sighed, seemingly full of regret.

The man holding the rosary moved the rosary faster and faster. The emerald beads were emerald green under the sun, shining brightly, which was really beautiful, but the man's forehead was sweating.

"You stepped on my door!"

The man gritted his teeth authentically.

The Confucian man was surprised.

"The door is above the big hole, the emperor don't want to lie to me."

As he said that, he didn't seem to believe it, and twisted the soles of his feet vigorously.

"This is the golden bell cover modified by Master Baoxiang. Not only is it instant, but it can also hide the cover door somewhere, and it is no longer restricted by the big hole."

The tip of the nose of the person holding the prayer beads began to sweat.

Not just pain.

And, still thinking.

Did the second brother in front of him accidentally bump into his door?

Or already know?

In the former, the opponent's luck is too strong, so he has to temporarily avoid the edge and find another way.

In the case of the latter...

He has to surpass the opponent.

"So this is ah."

"Brother Yu is rude."

Saying such words, the Confucian man didn't move his feet away at all, but cupped his hands at the gate of the courtyard——

"Scholar Zhao Tuo asked to see Mr. Mo."

After speaking, bow to the end.

The young man holding the Buddhist beads at the side bowed and saluted even though this action made him more painful, but his voice was not low.

"Zhao Cheng begged to see Lay Mo."

During the speech, Zhao Cheng put his hands together in front of his chest.

The sound came into the courtyard, which made Goethe, who was watching the play, feel a little sorry. He thought it was necessary to fight.

However, the scene just now was quite exciting.

Goethe sat in the room, almost laughing out loud.

These two are also perfect.

It seems to be modest, but in fact it is the tip of the needle, not giving in at all.

Especially that Zhao Tuo, who felt a little sinister.

And Zhao Cheng, who seemed to be at a disadvantage, really suffered a disadvantage?

Pain for a while at most.

After that, there must be a lot of publicity about what happened in front of this door.

Let Zhao Tuo be stigmatized.

When the man bowed his head, Goethe could see the light in his eyes clearly, and he was also a sinister one.

Goethe didn't have any affection for such a vile person.

In his team, he is enough to have only one vicious person.

leftover?

Must be kicked out.

so--

"Sorry, two sons."

"My husband, I'm sick."

"I'm really sorry to let the two of you go for nothing."

Old Wang played the role of the butler again and appeared at the backyard door.

First he smiled apologetically, then nodded and bowed.

With that appearance, even if you want to get angry, you can't fault it.

What's more, Zhao Tuo and Zhao Cheng wouldn't get angry at all.

"is that so?"

"Since Mr. Mo is ill, I know some famous doctors who can diagnose and treat Mr. Mo."

Zhao Nuo said.

"My uncle, Baoshu, is a Buddhist and medical practitioner, and has strong martial arts skills. He should be able to handle Mr. Mo's illness with ease."

Zhao Cheng also said.

It was clear that the two were not going to just give up.

And that's why Goethe let Pharaoh come.

For others, it may not be able to connect smoothly.

At least, Lao Wang handed over again without changing his face.

"I'm really thankful to the two young masters. My husband is just a little ailment. He made his own medicinal soup and retreated for a few days. It will be fine."

"At that time, how about the two young masters come to visit again?"

Saying that, Pharaoh bowed his hands again.

When it came to this point, Zhao Tuo and Zhao Cheng were helpless.

After leaving a name post with regret on his face, he got in the car and went home.

And the moment the curtain was lowered, the smiles on the faces of the two disappeared, and they became gloomy and indifferent.

"Hmph, I don't know how to flatter you."

Either they are brothers, the two said these words almost in no particular order.

Then, start thinking together again.

Is Mr. Mo really sick, or fake?

Or more precisely...

hurt!

Almost instantly, the two thought of the master of the 'Longevity Tao'.

No one thought that salted fish could turn over.

Although their aunt presided over the matter back then, but afterwards, they carefully read the files from different yamen gates, as well as the news obtained by their own people.

There are some strange things inside.

But one thing is certain, even if the master of the 'Longevity Dao' is not dead, he is abolished.

But who knows.

Ten years later, the other party unexpectedly made a comeback.

"Is "The True Art of Longevity" really so miraculous?"

The two pondered in their hearts.

Then, the two couldn't help thinking of Qingyuan Mountain.

'Longevity Dao' is only one of the three inheritances of Qingyuan Mountain, there are two other than 'Longevity Dao'.

It's a pity that they can't get their hands on those two.

Because, it's all in the hands of their aunt.

"I'm at a loss."

The two brothers sighed in exactly the same way again.

And the subsequent arrangements are very similar.

"Let someone tell the Cao Gang to encourage the small forces below to visit that Mr. Mo continuously. If necessary, make a big noise and try to let the whole city know."

"Let someone tell the Salt Gang to encourage the small forces below to visit that Mr. Mo continuously. It is best to carry the coffin with the corpse. You must cry louder."

After giving the order, the two princes returned to their respective places.

The second prince is in Tianming Academy.

The third prince is at King Kong Temple.

The two have their own support, so naturally they have their own choices.

Unlike the elder brother who was born earlier, he naturally occupies the best 'position'.

They can only choose to settle for the next best thing.

However, this time the loss was not small.

I'm afraid they will be beaten by their aunt.

The seventeen hidden strongholds are all gone. The three-year-old Beidou Division and Nandou Division have suffered heavy losses. The entire army is almost wiped out, especially the lost [Bao Card], which is enough to make their brother drink a pot of.

only……

Can't be too much.

Without the words of their elder brother to support their aunt, they couldn't bear it.

Thinking of this, the two began to write quickly at the same time.

It was written to that dear brother.

I also wrote to that aunt.

Of course, there is also a dear father.

Although that dear father no longer cares about the matter, he still needs to have the respect he deserves.

Work hard and pay attention to filial piety.

It was getting dark unconsciously.

The third prince, Zhao Cheng, was doing evening classes with the monks of King Kong Temple.

That earnest and pious appearance, especially under the candlelight, with the golden light shining on it, made the abbot of King Kong Temple nod again and again.

"Your Highness, be devout and hardworking, and you will reach the Arhat realm in a short time."

"The host is absurd."

"It's just that the exercises modified by the teacher are special, and they are too far from the Arhat realm."

Zhao Cheng explained softly.

Arhat realm, similar to the great master mentioned in the previous dynasty.

According to the royal secret record, it is a so-called legend.

There are very few people in the world who can reach this level, sometimes not even one in a hundred years. It was not until the appearance of their ancestor, the founding emperor, that this situation changed.

Although the great master is difficult, it is no longer a rare event in a hundred years.

As long as you are willing, you can always achieve it.

How can you give up?

[Treasure card]!

Find a suitable [treasure card], study hard, and you can always achieve it.

As a result, many people are eager for [Baoka].

But only the Daqian royal family knows, only the sixteen [treasure cards] they keep.

leftover?

There are also some possibilities, but only a few.

More?

That's just the trail.

Just like his cheap master Baoxiang.

A famous master, one of the best in the world, why did he accept him as a disciple?

Isn't it just for the sixteen [treasure cards] kept in the royal family?

Zhao Cheng knew it well.

But more happy.

Because, he can also share the benefits.

Just like the current 'golden bell cover', there were originally thirteen levels, starting from the sixth level, that is one level and one mountaineering, and it cannot be broken by anyone with great talent and perseverance.

Before studying [treasure cards], his master's treasure tree was only the tenth level, but after studying the fifth of the sixteen [treasure cards], he had already reached the eleventh level a year ago.

Not only is there only half an inch left in the door, but the muscles all over his body are as strong as steel when hard, and soft as cotton wool when soft, invulnerable to weapons, water and fire, powerful as wind and thunder, light as a feather, galloping on waves without falling, and more importantly Yes, there is a trace of magic.

He couldn't ask for that supernatural power.

However, he was eager to learn the improved golden bell jar.

Now we have reached the ninth level.

It's not far from the tenth level.

It is estimated that it will only take a year or two.

"Tenth level!"

Zhao Cheng yearned for it.

Don't look at the treasure tree that has reached the eleventh level, but the original treasure tree has reached the point of being one of the best in the world relying on the golden bell cover of the tenth level.

If he reaches the tenth level, he will be able to do some things.

Thinking from the bottom of his heart, Zhao Cheng stopped talking and put his palms together to the abbot of King Kong Temple before leaving the hall.

And at this moment——

There was a gust of wind.

Not fast or slow.

The wind stopped.

A figure flashed.

Bronze mask, linen robes, tall and tall, standing with hands behind his back.

"stop!"

The host of King Kong Temple gave a loud shout and stood in front of Zhao Cheng. The monks in the temple surrounded him with sabers and long sticks.

These monks are all big-armed and round-chested, and their faces are even more fleshy and fierce. They don't have the slightest dignified Buddhist appearance. Some of them are shirtless and show a lot of chest hair, like bandits.

A total of thirty-six.

Not to mention surrounding people in the middle, an inexplicable formation was formed.

In particular, none of these monks panicked when they saw the rumored master of the 'Longevity Tao'.

On the contrary, it was murderous.

Even the host of King Kong Temple is the same.

Staring at Goethe wearing a bronze mask, a wrought-iron Zen stick fell into his hand.

However, what attracted the most attention was that in a small Zen room on the outermost side, a big monk with a height of 2.5 meters walked out, wearing a short and coarse cloth monk's robe.

A body of muscles, like cast iron, shines brightly under the moonlight.

The beards hanging on his chest were like steel wires, blowing up one by one.

With just a slight movement of the palm-sized hand, there was a scalp-numbing sound of breaking through the air.

Those legs stood there like pillars.

"Amitabha."

"Bao Xiang has met Brother Dao."

The great monk clasped his hands together.

Baoxiang!

There are countless masters in the world!

The top group of people!

Looking at the master who walked out, Zhao Cheng was completely relieved.

He looked at Goethe and smiled softly.

"It turned out that the Taoist master of the 'Longevity Dao' arrived."

"It's really a long way off."

"I don't know the situation in front of me, are you satisfied?"

He dared to come, so he was fully prepared.

The emperor does not sit in the hall.

Zhao Cheng attached great importance to his own life.

"Um."

Goethe nodded.

He is very satisfied.

Very satisfied.

He looked at Baoxiang.

Is this the ceiling of combat power under normal conditions in the secret realm in front of you?

if it is like this……

That's great.

Thinking of this, Goethe's whole body's energy and blood rose three feet, like boiling water vapor, but different from the white color of water vapor, this energy and blood vapor was red.

scarlet!

A huge, human-like face emerges from the scarlet.

It is said that it looks like a human face, just because there are a pair of eyes in the scarlet, but the mouth is full of fangs!

quack quack!

Silent laughter resounded from the giant phantom face, and the monks present felt trembling in their hearts and chills all over their bodies.

When the blood shadow rushed out, it was even more unstoppable.

The monk who was murderous one moment became a mummy the next moment.

And that blood?

more intense.

It's like red flames!

Monk Baoxiang stood in front of Zhao Cheng and shouted loudly——

"Be careful, it's the 'Blood God Evil Sutra'!"

He shouted loudly, but there was no response.

Baoxiang turned his head slightly, his eyes widened suddenly.

Zhao Cheng's whole body was dry and he lost his breath.