The last competition at the Martial Arts Academy was over, and the big shots who had been sitting on the general stage for almost a day got up one after another. Prince Yi bid farewell to Dean Zhou, but this stingy old man didn't keep the adults for dinner. Everyone also knew that Dean Zhou's temperament was always informal, so no one cared about it. They left the stage and got into their carriages, and left in a mighty manner under the protection of a large number of entourages.
Prince Yi Yang Yin invited Huai Qiugong, Shang Shu of the Ministry of Rites, to go with him. This old man who was also known as the second elder of the imperial court with Zhou Banchuan seemed to hesitate for a moment, then smiled and nodded. He turned around and asked Zhou Banchuan: "When will you pay me back that pot of Xinyang good tea you owe me?"
Zhou Banchuan curled his lips and said, "If you say I owe you, then you owe it?"
"Old and shameless."
Huai Qiugong rolled his eyes at him and said.
"I am indeed older than you. Why, do you want to disrespect the old man?"
Huai Qiugong chuckled and said: "It's reasonable to refuse to pay back the debt. If you let so many students in the Yanwu Academy know your face, let's see what prestige you still have."
Zhou Banchuan said with a smile: "The prestige of the Yanwu Academy has never been spoken."
Huai Qiugong shook his head with a smile, chatted with Prince Yi Yang Yin and left with a smile. Prince Yi personally helped the old man into the carriage, and waved goodbye to Zhou Banchuan. Zhou Banchuan nodded slightly, as if he didn't intend to leave. He walked back to the chair and sat down. He looked at Qiu Yu who had been standing aside and said in a low voice, "There is an accident on Shenquan Mountain. I have already let Yan Qing go. You can tidy up, and you will be fine." Go and have a look."
Qiu Yu heard Zhou Banchuan's solemn tone, and couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that some troublesome person came from the capital?"
Zhou Banchuan nodded and said: "If there is no accident, the little guy named Heju in Qingle Mountain Yiqiguan, and the freak Zhuo Buyi in the Ouchi guard should be there. In addition to Yanqing and you, even if it is a A great big man, at least he won't make people look down on Da Sui's arena."
"We want the four of us to join forces?!"
Qiu Yu was obviously taken aback.
"Could it be the Heavenly Venerable from the Buddhist sect?"
"It was expected."
Qiu Yu was silent for a moment and said: "Buddhist sect has never set foot in the Central Plains. How could a Celestial Lord be so silent when he came here? If it was true, it would not only be a provocation to our Central Plains martial arts, but also a provocation to the Great Sui court. Once the identity of the visitor is confirmed, I am afraid that His Majesty will immediately mobilize the masters of the Six Armies of the Son of Heaven. It would be embarrassing for a Buddhist sect member, even a Tianzun, to come and go freely in the territory of the Sui Dynasty. ...Why don't you do it yourself, Mister?"
"Your Majesty will not send someone from the military to come forward."
Zhou Banchuan waved his hand and said: "Da Sui has its own sect, and the leader of the sect is Dao Sect. No matter how powerful the Buddhist sect is, they are only sects after all. If your majesty uses the military to capture them, wouldn't it be let Is the whole Jianghu being ridiculed by others? Haven’t been told that there are countless sects in the Great Sui Dynasty who have no one who can do it? People in the Jianghu can’t afford to lose this face, and His Majesty can’t afford to lose it either.”
"As for why I don't go..."
Zhou Banchuan curled his lips and said: "Even Xiao Yijiu is too lazy to go because of his identity, so I will go? According to the logic, Buddha Sect Tianzun is a disciple of King Dalun Ming. And Xiao Yijiu can be compared with King Dalun Ming in the eyes of the common people. If he makes a move, wouldn’t he be bullying the small? Speaking of which, the little fellow Heju is the equal to the Buddha Sect Tianzun, but it’s a pity... Although he is very talented, he still can’t beat him. "
Xiao Yijiu is Master Xiao from Qingle Mountain.
In Zhou Banchuan's mouth, whether it is Daoist Xiao or Taoist Heju, they are all little guys. I don't know if it will be embarrassing if these two big figures of Daozong hear it.
Qiu Yu understood what Zhou Banchuan meant, nodded and said, "I'll go right away."
His Majesty doesn't want people from the military to intervene, let the sect of Jianghu solve this matter. Zhou Banchuan is the director of the Academy of Martial Arts, and no one can represent the military better than him. What's more, not only in the army, but also in the imperial court, Dean Zhou's qualifications are the oldest, and he is also highly respected in the world. If he ran to do it himself, he would indeed appear to have lost his status.
Qiu Yu turned around and left. Before he got off the platform, he heard Dean Zhou's order in a flat tone: "Don't underestimate him. The Buddhist sect has been established for thousands of years. Let alone Tianzun, it is the one who caused a storm in the city a few days ago." That little monk also has some real skills. Although there are many sects in the Sui Dynasty, there are also many who are known as masters... But in fact, it is nothing compared to the background of other Buddhist sects. If you can beat it, you can fight it, if you can't beat it, you will run back Don't hold on, things like face are not as important as life after all."
Qiu Yu paused for a moment, nodded and quickened his pace.
In the carriage, Prince Yi Yang Yin raised the curtain of the window and looked outside, seeing that Dean Zhou hadn't left, the doubts in his heart were slightly relieved. After he put down the curtain, he asked Huai Qiugong softly: "Old Huai, you know Dean Zhou best. How does Gu feel that he seems a little weird this afternoon?"
"Zhou Banchuan is a person who gets more calm when something happens. His buttocks are on the chair on the stage and he doesn't move away... It seems that there is nothing wrong. I'm afraid it will not be a small matter."
Huai Qiugong replied with a smile.
"But the prince should also know that when even Dean Zhou can't sit still, then something really big will happen. As long as he is still sitting in that chair safely, there is nothing to worry about."
Yang Yin hummed, then asked after a moment of silence: "The one called Fang Jie seems to be a seedling."
"No rush, no hurry."
Huai Qiugong waved his hands and said: "He still has to practice in the Martial Arts Academy for three years, why is the prince in such a hurry?"
Yang Yin smiled helplessly: "Now I'm starting to be jealous that brother Huang has a book of talent records."
Huai Qiugong caressed his beard and said: "Chucailu is just a book, it doesn't mean anything. Instead of thinking about these things, why don't you think about the flower boat tonight?"
Yang Yin couldn't help laughing out loud, but there were always some dark things flickering in his eyes.
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Shenquan Mountain.
Zhuo Buyi sat on the ground, Taoist Heju fluttered his sleeves.
The old monk, who was wearing a gray cloth monk's robe and a golden cassock, shielded the Taoist from Crane with one hand and Zhuo Buyi with the other. One of his two hands was still and the other was moving, while Zhuo Buyi and Heju Taoist were also one was still and the other was moving. But the strange thing is that it was the motionless hand that resisted Heju Taoist, while the one that resisted Zhuo Buyi was the hand that was always waving slowly.
Use static to dynamic, and dynamic to static.
The old monk's face was calm, and he couldn't see any effort.
Taoist Heju blasted four times in a row but failed to break the old monk's cassock, and the corner of his mouth twitched as if he was really angry. He took a step back, and stretched out his hands from the wide sleeves of his robe. When he almost killed Chen Ya with two blows in Chang'an City, his hand was always in the sleeve of his robe. Before attacking the old monk, his hands were always in the sleeves of his robes.
Taoist Heju, who stretched out his hand, made the old monk's eyes change slightly.
"Sui still has a few characters. I thought that since his death, there would be no one worth paying attention to in Da Sui. I didn't expect that there would be a few impressive juniors. It's just that compared to his Let's say... you are far behind after all."
Taoist Heju opened his right hand to the old monk's forehead, and said with a cold snort: "I knew a long time ago that people in the Buddhist sect are shameless, but now it seems to be true. You said he died when he died? You Buddhist sect can kill him with the little tricks?"
"If he's not dead, why didn't he come out?"
The old monk asked with a smile.
"If he comes out, do you dare to be presumptuous here?"
Taoist Heju asked back.
The old monk was taken aback by this question, and after a moment of silence he replied: "I don't deny that if he was still in the Sui Kingdom, I probably wouldn't have entered the Central Plains. It's a pity that among you Sui people there are only There is no one who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him alone. As for my Buddhist sect, I can easily enter and exit Chang'an City by myself, so it is obvious which one is better or worse."
"Chang'an City is not as shallow as you think!"
Taoist Heju suddenly pushed forward with his right hand, and a majestic repulsion surged out. Different from the previous fierce but invisible offensive, this repulsive force is actually tangible! The gushing repulsion looked like a dragon soaring into the sky, and at the moment it flew out of the palm of Taoist Heju, there was even a loud and clear dragon chant resounding through Shenquan Mountain!
"This is Daozong's Xiao Zhou Tian Kung Fu?"
The old monk couldn't help but nodded and said: "There are some ways, but it's just in appearance."
He slowly waved his left hand holding the cassock, and the cassock turned accordingly. After the stripes on the cassock were turned, a golden swastika could be vaguely seen. When the golden light flashed, Taoist Heju's dragon-shaped repulsion hit the cassock fiercely.
With a loud bang, the cassock was dented backwards by the repulsive force of the dragon shape. But as the golden light continued to flicker, the dragon-shaped repulsive force could not break through the cassock even though it was fierce.
The old monk smiled slightly and said, "You people from the Sui Dynasty all have lofty eyes. You don't have any great abilities but you still think highly of yourself. Today I will use Liuyun sleeve to break your repulsion, and use Bodhicitta to break his. idea."
After saying this, he suddenly looked towards Zhuo Buyi, but he didn't see any movement. Zhuo Buyi, who was sitting on the ground in the distance, suddenly trembled, followed by his chest heaving, and then a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. . Judging from his appearance, it seems that he was seriously injured.
At the same time, the golden shield formed by the old monk's left hand supporting the cassock suddenly changed its shape, and the cassock was twisted and turned to separate a gap, and the sleeve of the old monk's gray cloth monk's robe flew out like a dark cloud, towards Taoist Hexi Quickly attacked the past. Taoist Heju's eyes froze, he stretched out his hands, and two repulsive forces shot out from his palms and collided with the Liuyun sleeve. The moment of contact, Taoist Heju choked in his chest, and he couldn't help but see blood on the corner of his mouth.
The old monk smiled and said: "The Sui people were so overconfident when they established their country in the Central Plains. They always felt that they could compete with the western world. But if it weren't for the kindness of King Ming, how could they allow you to make troubles in the east?"
The old monk changed from defensive to offensive, injuring Taoist Heju and Zhuo Buyi at the same time with one move!
But just as he was speaking proudly, a sword shadow came from mid-air as swiftly as lightning. Behind that electric glow was an old man in a royal blue robe. He is behind the sword, but reads in the sword. The sword was so fast that the old monk didn't seem to realize that the sword was on top of his head.
Difficulty is coming.
This old man who has been guarding the palace has not drawn his sword for a long time.
The sword arrived, right on the top of the old monk's head! The old monk didn't seem to notice Li Nan's long-prepared sword at all, and didn't have time to react!
From the beginning to the end, the offensives of Taoist Heju and Zhuo Buyi were just feints. The real killer move is Li Nan's sword like a flying star! The sword pierced the old monk's head impartially. At this moment, Taoist Heju suddenly retreated and rolled over, getting out of the way of Liuyun sleeve. Zhuo Buyi opened his eyes and stood up, slowly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
There was a crisp sound!
The sword... actually broke.
"Ha ha ha ha."
The old monk couldn't help laughing up to the sky and said, "I have cultivated the vajra body many years ago, do you think such tricks will work? If you practice the sword for another twenty years, maybe you still have a chance."
Just as he was laughing wildly, another moon-white figure suddenly appeared in a flash. He slashed fiercely on the forehead of the old monk with his palm knife, only half an breath later than Li Nan's sword. This person had obviously waited for a long time for this opportunity, and took advantage of the old monk's madness to chop him down from top to bottom.
There is no knife, the knife is awe-inspiring.
But there was another crisp sound, the old monk's body trembled and then he stretched out his arms, the person who attacked him was shocked back, the person took two steps back before standing still, Taoist Heju, Zhuo Buyi Li Nan noticed that his hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.
This person is the professor Yan Qing of the Academy of Martial Arts!
"I have already said that you cannot break the vajra body."
The old monk stood up slowly, with contempt gradually appearing in his eyes.
"I come whenever I want, and leave whenever I want, can you bear with me?"
"King Kong, your mother hit a ball!"
With a bang, the old monk suddenly flew forward as if being hit hard on the back by some heavy object. Although he tried his best to turn around, but he was really not good at light work. In addition, the force behind him was so heavy that even his vajra body seemed unable to bear it.
Boom!
The old monk knocked down a big tree in mid-air before he stabilized his body, and took two steps back before standing still.
At the place where he was originally sitting, a beautiful young woman in a blue floral sarong opened her eyes wide, her slightly flushed cheeks were slightly bulging, exuding an indescribable beauty. She was still in the posture of punching, but the boulder that the old monk was sitting in front of her was smashed into countless pieces!