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Chapter 374: The Dispute Between Civil and Military Affairs


This earth-shattering fight between the gods and gods, the movement is really not small, up and down Wudang Mountain, probably except for the daughter-in-law of a white-clothed monk who is still snoring like thunder, almost all of them are dressed up, but without exception, no one has come over to join in the fun. n, Emperor Wu City, Li Chungang, Wang Xianzhi battled, Tai'an City, Xu Fengnian, Deng Tai'a, Cao Changqing, the three major masters fought their own battles, and Cao Changqing attacked the city alone.

As well as some of the grand events in the rivers and lakes that are second only to these pinnacle battles, they have all taught the people in the martial arts a bloody lesson, that is, if you don't get to that point, don't get involved in it, otherwise it will hurt Chiyu and want to point out the moves of those martial arts masters, which is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

A real top martial arts master is in a life-and-death struggle, and he will never give Xiao Yu and Xiao Shrimp a chance to applaud or be shocked.

The white-clothed monk who did not have the beads on his chest sat on the bench in front of the thatched hut, quietly looking up at the moon.

A tall woman, also dressed in white, appeared across from him.

The white-clothed monk didn't look at her, but said softly: "This heart drags mud and water, and everyone in the world calls it bitter, only you and I are happy in it." ” The leader of the world's qi cultivators nodded, then shook his head again, "You and I are the same, but they are different. ” The white-clothed monk touched his bald head and said with emotion: "My daughter doesn't know where she heard a bastard saying from the foot of the mountain, saying that for women in the world, ten years to cultivate Song Yushu, a hundred years to cultivate Xu Fengnian, and a thousand years to cultivate Lu Dongxuan." ” The hundred-year-old woman with a young face muttered sadly, "He doesn't understand. ” The white-clothed monk sighed and said, "I'm even more afraid of pretending to be confused." ” She suppressed that emotion and looked at the white-clothed monk, "No matter what, after all, I am a qi practitioner, and I will act according to my heart." ” The white-clothed monk sighed, "The poor monk won't invite you to tea." ” "That's it," she asked.

At this moment, the white-clothed monk suddenly remembered the crisp voice of a young girl, "Mother, mother, mother, wake up, father and secretly meet his confidante again" The white-clothed monk's face changed greatly, and he quickly stood up, "Sect Master, don't leave yet, help explain and explain."

Just for the woman who walks for the sky, where will she pay attention to these bullshit firewood, rice, oil and salt, and just pass away.

The white-clothed monk turned around stiffly and saw his own daughter gloating, a sleepy-eyed stupid apprentice, and a daughter-in-law who ran out of the house with a kitchen knife.

The white-clothed monk had a flash of inspiration and said seriously: "That woman is more than 100 years old, and she is not a person of the same generation at all."

The woman was stunned, "So old" The white-robed monk nodded vigorously.

The woman rolled her eyes, turned and walked away.

The old lady is as beautiful as a tweed, and the worst thing is that the charm of the still exists, and she is jealous of a hundred-year-old woman The white-clothed monk who secretly pinched a cold sweat glared at his daughter.

She grimaced and said angrily: "It still hurts to pull my mother during the day" The white-clothed monk said angrily: "Dad has worked hard to save so much private money, who asked you to tell your mother to lift a stone and shoot yourself in the foot?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, and when the white-clothed monk Lao Huai was relieved, thinking that her daughter's conscience had awakened, she didn't think that she immediately turned her head and shouted: "Mother, although the woman is old, she looks very young and looks younger than you."

Suddenly there was a majestic shout in the house, which was more majestic than the roar of the lion in the Buddhist gate, "What?"

The white-clothed monk silently raised his head to look at the moon, estimating that the Buddha would not be able to save himself this time.

The Buddha probably couldn't save this monk who drank wine and ate meat to marry his daughter-in-law, but his stupid apprentice suddenly opened his mind, and had the courage to explain to his master, and actually persuaded his master to go back.

The white-clothed monk who escaped death rubbed his cheeks, smiled and called the stupid apprentice to his side, "North and South, take advantage of the moon and stars to be in a clear state of mind, and I want to pass on your difficult Dharma as a teacher."

The little bald head sighed, "Master, you are really, you are very old, and you don't know how to take it."

It's no wonder that my wife has always told me and things in the past two days that flies don't bite eggs. ” The white-clothed monk King Kong glared angrily.

It's a pity that the stupid apprentice is not afraid at all, but says with a blank look: "Master, the Buddha said that there is affection for violating one's own feelings, hatred, and resentment, and it is necessary to observe the five meanings to get rid of it." ” The white-clothed monk lost his temper.

Li made a playful and cute pig's head face and swayed back to the house.

The white-clothed monk was helpless.

Ben Nanbei suddenly whispered: "Master, the east and west have actually been helping you string the Buddha beads all night, I am afraid that the master will know that the rope is broken, and I have to worry about the impermanence of life, and I don't even dare to light the oil lamp, but just string the beads through the moonlight through the window." ” The white-clothed monk was full of joy and said, "Master's daughter."

The middle-aged monk who was in a good mood smiled and said, "Apprentice, as a teacher, let's continue to teach you the Dharma." ” The little monk is young but has already been the Sanzang Master of the Two Zen Temples, whether it is the age of the mountain gate, or the difficulty of Buddhism, in fact, he is a well-deserved monk.

The little monk's face suddenly turned slightly red, and he said sneakily: "Master, let the Dharma go first, otherwise lend me the three taels of silver hidden in Han Daochang's side first, and tomorrow I will buy something for the Yanliufang Mianyan Branch." ” The white-clothed monk waved his sleeves and strode towards the hut, "The moonlight is not good tonight, it is not suitable to teach Buddhism" Only a little monk was left sighing.

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, the statue of the Zhenwu Emperor strode up the mountain, and the purple gas rose.

The two people facing each other at the top of the stone steps, Xu Fengnian was holding a mountain-sealing talisman knife, and the fluorescence was circulating.

The sage of the Zhang family was still calm, his hands drooped, and he shook his sleeves slightly, "It's really the character of not hitting the south wall and not looking back." ” Thinking about it, Xu Fengnian did not start the momentum of thunder and lightning, but seemed to shrink into inches in Taoist supernatural powers, and in an instant, his figure appeared in front of the sage of the Zhang family, jumping high, twisting his body, and slashing down obliquely.

The big sleeves flutter, with the posture of an immortal.

The sage of the Zhang family raised his arm, stretched out a finger, and smiled: "The benevolent Leshan." ” Xu Fengnian's knife containing Wan Jun Gang Qi was so stagnant that he didn't even touch the old Confucian fingers.

Between the two, it seems that there is a rolling 100,000 mountains, a line apart, close to the end of the world.

Xu Fengnian, whose body was in the air, said silently almost at the same time: "Open the mountain" Its divine meaning is Li Chungang's "If the mountain does not come, I will open the mountain", and its move is the six thousand miles of Jian Jiuhuang.

The tip of the knife continued to press, not overwhelming, but slow and firm.

The sage of the Zhang family, who was negative in one hand, didn't seem to really want to touch the talisman knife that hid a dragon, and saw that the tip of the knife was only an inch away from his fingers, frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Wise Leshan" The hand of the negative queen quietly shook his wrist, and in the elephant washing pond halfway up the mountainside, there was like a green dragon drawing water, and a magnificent water column as thick as the mouth of the well was quickly pulled up and rushed to the top of the mountain.

At the same time, the sage of the Zhang family did not give the young vassal king a chance to withdraw his sword and retreat, and changed from the momentum of holding the tip of the knife with one finger to the momentum of holding the knife with two fingers, "I want to see if you are qualified to be the co-master of the Northern Liang Iron Cavalry" Xu Fengnian, who was holding a knife in his left hand, had a normal face, raised his right hand and slapped it with one palm.

Wind and thunder in the palm of your hand.

The immortal caresses the top and breaks immortality The sage of the Zhang family originally harnessed the long dragon of the pond water to hit Xu Fengnian's chest, and had to change his route slightly to the palm of the young vassal king.

Before, the old Confucian retreated with one palm and scattered the green snake with two sleeves, destroying the withering and decaying, and the momentum was overwhelming.

Xu Fengnian also used this palm of color, which was not inferior, and between the two, there were bursts of thunder, just like two iron horsemen meeting on the battlefield on a narrow road, and they could only fight to the death.

A moment later, the elephant bathing pond that was involved in the sage's heroic weather was boiling, and the water surface had already dropped by more than a zhang.

The two of them invariably exchanged a breath of old and new qi, the water column stopped, the sage of the Zhang family slid backwards and retreated a few steps, and Xu Fengnian floated to the ground with a talisman knife in his hand.

It just so happened that the statue of Zhenwu was already approaching the top of the mountain, and it was slaughtered behind the old Confucian priest.

The sage of the Zhang family did not turn around, but looked directly at the young vassal king with purple gold in his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "I want to teach you to know what my Confucianism is about self-cultivation and self-cultivation, and what it means to resonate with heaven and earth with Haoran Qi."

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I saw the old Confucian stomping his feet gently.

Ordinary martial artists in the world, especially the grandmasters of foreign boxing, pay attention to killing snakes and rats with every inch of strength, which means that if you stomp on the ground, the snakes and rats hidden in the depths of the ground will also be shocked to death on the spot.

But the sage of the Zhang family had no momentum at all, but it was just like a random trampling of an old farmer in the countryside in his own crops.

When the statue of Zhenwu is about to reach the top, a clay statue suddenly appears behind the sage of the Zhang family, which is dozens of zhang high, sitting in a daze, and the top of the big lotus peak This clay statue holding a scroll is far more familiar to the world than the Northern Xuanwu Emperor who only enjoyed incense in Beiliang Road.

Zhangfu Ancestral Hall, Beijing Imperial Palace, Confucius Temple, School Palace, Academy, Liyang Territory, everywhere.

The sage of the Zhang family flipped his palm lightly, and laughed loudly: "The vicissitudes of life, such as watching the palm print" The clay statue of the saint behind it then slapped the statue of Zhenwu with a scroll.

The scroll shattered, and the statue of Zhenwu also burst into flames.

Xu Feng shouted in a young voice: "Get up" Where the earth and sawdust were splashed, a giant figure in golden armor and hair stood majestically.

One stand and one sit.

One is the Taoist Demon Wandering Tianzun who sits in the north, and the other is the holy master who worships the gods for the scholars.

The civil and military disputes The sage of the Zhang family said with a smile: "This is the world's first-class celestial realm proposed by Dafeng Gao Shulu, Fa Tianxiangdi never thought that you could still support this scene with your only remaining personal qi, but unfortunately it is a dilapidated portal."

The old Confucian smiled even deeper, "Xiucai met a soldier, it is unreasonable to say that it is unreasonable."

The clay statue of the saint raised an arm and tapped his fingers.

The ten fingers of the True Martial Law were staggered into a fist and smashed down The old Confucian said indifferently: "I also have some experience in my heart, and I want to know it from the world."

Scholars read, up to the world, in the temple to guide the country, poor is alone, pick up the pen and turn the book do not forget the original intention. ” The clay statue of the saint pointed to the place, and a snow-white thick qi of the size of a pillar of the temple continued to appear, and the arm of the true martial arts was shot through, and pitch-black holes appeared everywhere.

When the fists finally succeeded in pounding on the top of the clay statue's head, it was already weak.

The two arms of the True Martial Law Aspect were broken and dissipated into the air.

The clay statue of the saint only shook slightly, far from hurting the spirit at all.

Therefore, the purple gold aura of the young vassal king's eyebrows gradually faded, and the saint of the Zhang family has always been undiminished, and the clay statue of the saint is even more unharmed.

But the next scene surprised the old Confucian scholar.

The True Martial Artist, who had lost his arms, actually raised his head, stepped on the stone steps, leaned forward, and then struck the head at the clay statue of the saint The entire Wudang Mountain trembled

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