"Blind Bodhisattva is your master?"
When Fei Bo's voice fell, Xuan Ming and I asked almost in unison.
"Both of them know the poor monk master?"
Seeing Xuan Ming and I nodded at the same time, Fei Bo grinned and said, "I didn't expect the blind old man to be so famous. I caught two people and had intersections with him."
"Fei Bo, how is your master and his old man now?"
To a certain extent, the blind Bodhisattva once helped me. So when I learned about the relationship between Fei Bo and the Blind Bodhisattva, my liking for Fei Bo increased a lot.
"I don't know. Although the poor monk's master is blind, he still can't stay idle. He still likes to walk around. Speaking of which, the poor monk doesn't know where he is now? How are the days?"
I took a deep look at Fei Bo, then after thinking about it, I asked him: "Your master is good at divination. I don't know how good you are in this area?"
"The technique of divination is not good. It is too much used, and it is easy to be blinded like my master. Therefore, the poor monk has never been interested in the technique of divination. Because of this, the poor monk is now only half of my master's. Ability, it just so happens that the remaining half of my master’s elder’s ability is divination."
Hearing Fei Bo's words, I grinned and said, "So, what your master knows, except for divination, have you already mastered everything else?"
"The term "integrity and thoroughness" is not particularly appropriate for poor monks. You should use the term "blue and blue." Fei Bo touched his head like a meatball, smiled quite proudly, and said: "No way, poor monk's. Talent is rare."
I didn't pay attention to the smug Fei Bo, but asked Xuan Ming, "The Wubi Conference is about to begin, will you continue to practice?"
"No!" Xuan Ming said a word in a cold voice, before closing his eyes again. It's so cool.
Time flies quickly, as if it was the day of the Wubi Conference in a blink of an eye.
As a bell rang, Fei Bo and I followed the crowd, slowly rushing towards a square.
At this time, the square is far away from the crowds, and the pennants are on display. There is also the golden sunrise slanting on the square, making the square look even more lively and extraordinary.
"The place where we are standing now is full of casual cultivators participating in the competition. There are participating disciples of the small sect. To the east are the participating disciples of the second-rate sect. The Taoist priests closest to the high platform are people of the first-rate sect and the third sect. The monk simply counted, and the total number of participants has exceeded 1,000."
Fei Bo slammed into my shoulder lightly, and then said: "The five Taoist priests wearing yellow robes are all Maoshan disciples. The person headed by them is called Yi Tiao. The poor monk heard that one trick is a three-generation student of Maoshan. The most powerful one among them, he fought with others, and he often won with one move, and his name came from this."
Hearing Fei Bo's words, I cast my eyes on a move.
One move looks about the same age as me. He has a donkey face and a high bun. Although his face has always been filled with a gentle smile, his appearance is indeed a little ordinary. One move carried a black peach wood sword on his back. Except for the peach wood sword, only a yellow satchel was left on Yi move. It looks very simple.
"The five Taoist priests wearing black Taoist robes with Tai Chi patterns printed on their backs are disciples of Quanzhen Sect. The leader is named Mayfly. Mayfly is a microbe. This thing has a very short life. According to legend, Mayfly is a rare mayfly. It stands to reason that he will not live to be eight years old. But this guy has not survived until now. According to the poor monk master, the mayfly has changed his fate by relying on his own ability. So this guy is very powerful, he and Yi Yi Recruitment is the favorite to win this Wubi tournament."
"Rely on your own ability to change your fate against the sky?"
I couldn't help taking a high look at the mayfly. It seemed that Huaxia Dao World was really a place of crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
The Exorcist Guild in San Francisco, if placed in the Chinese Profound Gate, I am afraid that it would not even be considered a third-rate sect.
"The five sturdy men standing next to Quanzhen's disciple are disciples of Longhushan. The name of the leader is Red Face Guan Gong."
"Red-faced Guan Gong?" After hearing Fei Bo's words, I glanced at him and asked: "The origin of this person's name is related to the art of fighting?"
"Tang and Song donors are smart!" Fei Bo pointed at me with a thumbs up and then preached: "Red-faced Guan Gong is good at the magic attack technique, and the best one is Guan Gong body guard in the magic attack technique. The poor monk heard, Red-faced Guan Gong defeated a sixth-level Taoist priest with a Qinglong Yanyue knife when he was a fifth-level Taoist priest."
"Fifth-level Taoist defeated sixth-level Taoist? Fighting by jumping?" I frowned, and asked Fei Bo with a hint of curiosity: "What realm are the three of them now?"
"As far as the poor monk knows, all three of them now have the strength of a sixth-level Taoist priest."
"Sixth-level Taoist!" I was slightly startled, and couldn't help thinking of what Hou Shexue had said before.
Shexue Hou said that the disciples of the three major sects are all strong outside and inside. Now it seems that even if they are outside and inside, it is not easy to defeat them.
"Yes, they are all talented people. In addition to them, the descendants of South and North Horses are not ordinary. In addition, the disciples of Baiyun Temple and Baima Temple are also very good. In short, this year of Wu Bi The conference was extremely lively. Almost all the young talents who should come from the Chinese Taoist circle have arrived."
"If the poor monk can get a good ranking this time, he will definitely be able to open his face well."
Fei Bo shrugged his shoulders, and put his mouth in my ears and whispered, "Tang and Song donors, do you know what the purpose of the three martial arts groups in preparing for this Wubi Conference?"
"Gather all the talents of the past two years to share the prosperity, select geniuses, and promote the harmonious development of the younger generation."
"Tang and Song donors, your answer is too official."
"Then tell me, what is the intention of the Three Martial Arts to prepare for this Wubi Conference?"
"A few years ago, the gate of Yu Beast Gate was wiped out, and the gate of Iron Fist Gate was wiped out not long ago. Have you ever been aware of these two sensational homicides in the Chinese Dao Realm
Not only did I know about these two murders, I even had an intersection with the survivors of the two sects. So when I heard Fei Bo's words, I nodded gently.
"Knowing these two things is nothing, but the thing I'm going to talk about next, Tang and Song donors, you must have never known."
"What's the matter?" I looked at Fei Bo with interest and asked.
"There is a place called Shennongjia. I wonder if the donors of the Tang and Song Dynasties have heard of it?"
"Shennongjia, I have naturally heard of it."
"There is a village in Shennongjia called Wumu Village. I wonder if the donors in the Tang and Song Dynasties have heard of it?"
"Huh? Never heard of this."
"Wumu Village is not large, with only a resident population of about 30. However, these 30 people are now dead. Today's Wumu Village is completely occupied by evil spirits."
(End of this chapter)