No martial ethics

In Suzhou City, there are seven weirdos walking on the street.

It's just that these seven people all wore bamboo hats and heavy raincoats, and their whole bodies were covered so tightly that their true appearance could not be seen at all.

The martial arts people on the road couldn't help but look at it a few more times and whispered.

"What kind of sect is this? Wearing a raincoat on a sunny day?"

"Maybe we'll call them the Coir raincoat sect."

"Maybe he is so poor that he can't even afford the same style of clothes. This is too embarrassing."

"The weather is so hot, aren't they feeling bored?"

…

The seven people are all people with sharp ears and eyes, so they can naturally hear these discussions.

One of them couldn't help but said: "Master Daoran, why don't we take off our raincoats." This voice belonged to Bai Yutang, the golden-haired rat.

"Why?" Daoran asked strangely.

"The sun was shining brightly here, and we were laughed at for wearing raincoats," Bai Yutang said.

Bai Yutang has the most proud personality, how can he bear others pointing fingers at him.

Daoran smiled and said: "If you are afraid of being laughed at, it would be better not to take it off..."

"Master, what do you mean by this?" Bai Yutang felt like he didn't understand.

Daoran explained: "Amitabha, Buddha, don't blame me. Let me give you an example. A big insect entered the women's bathhouse. The women inside did not bother to dress and could only walk out naked. You said that at this time, they should cover up."

where to live?"

"This..." The five rats were quite surprised when they heard this.

Daoran is obviously a virtuous and eminent monk, how could he say such obscene words?

Daoran smiled and replied: "Hide your face, because as long as your face is covered, no one will know."

Bai Yutang came to his senses. If he didn't take off his raincoat, others would only laugh at him as a fool. But if he took off his raincoat now, others would know who the fool was. Even if he didn't wear the raincoat in the future, he would still be laughed at.

"That makes sense!"

Lu Fang and others felt deeply inspired after hearing this, but they did not expect that leaving some bad things alone could actually be a good thing.

Only Xiao Qing asked strangely: "The big bug is chasing me. How can I escape if I cover my face and can't see the way?"

No one would answer this question, because explaining this in front of an idiot like Xiaoqing would be a bit like being a hooligan.

Just when everyone was lost in thought, Daoran looked at the system prompts and sighed quietly.

【Filthy words are a violation of the precept of lying.】

[Your Ring-breaking Monk talent is activated, your embroidery +1.]

After playing chess, calligraphy, painting and cooking, embroidery became his new skill.

Daoran began to feel that this system was not to upgrade him, but to allow him to inherit all the intangible cultural heritage of China for five thousand years.

He really wouldn't be surprised at all if he came up with some pottery or sculpture some other day.

After listening to Dao Ran's words, everyone no longer bothered about the raincoats on their bodies and continued to rush towards the Chongyang Temple.

Although Bai Yutang had already figured it out, he still felt very bad about being pointed at. In desperation, he sped up a lot.

Fortunately, the team was full of experts, so we simply speeded up together and kept up with Bai Yutang.

Seven people walked side by side through the streets and alleys, aiming directly at the Double Ninth Festival.

Such arrogant actions naturally attract attention easily.

Only halfway through the journey, about twenty Jianghu people, each armed with weapons, stopped in front. Dao Ran glanced at them and found that they were all wearing similar clothes, and they should be members of the same gang.

Moreover, this outfit is vaguely familiar. If you think about it carefully, it seems to be similar to that group of Jianghu people from the Disha Sect.

Soon, Daoran's conjecture was verified.

A middle-aged man with a goatee came out of this group of people. He looked elegant, not like a martial artist wielding a knife, but more like a scholar wielding a pen.

But this person introduced himself when he opened his mouth and said: "We are here with Wei Buqun, the head of the Disha Sect. I would like to interrupt you, but I just want to ask some of you if you want to go to the Double Ninth Festival."

Everyone looked at Dao Ran involuntarily, seeming to agree that he was the leader.

Dao Ran also did his part and said to Wei Buqun: "Yes, we are about to go to the Double Ninth Festival. If you block the way, do you have any advice?"

Daoran deliberately lowered his voice, sounding much older.

Wei Buqun said to Daoran with a smile: "Since you are going to watch the Double Ninth Festival, you should also get the entry gold coins for this martial arts tournament. This is Ouyang Chun's good calculation. He used this method to make us win before the martial arts tournament even started.

Killing each other obviously has ulterior motives.

"Wei believes that if we fight each other now, we will fall into Ouyang Chun's trap. In this case, why don't we cooperate. If the tens of thousands of martial arts people in Suzhou City unite, Ouyang Chun will not be our enemy.

, but whether it’s the Ling Jade Pill, Ouyang Chun’s Seven Killing Sword Technique, or his vast wealth, we can all get it at our fingertips.”

"Oh, this makes some sense. I wonder how Master Wei plans to cooperate?" Daoran asked.

"It's very simple, as long as we promise not to kill each other and advance and retreat together." Wei Buqun said happily.

"Is it that simple?" Daoran asked.

"We are cooperating, of course there will not be too many restrictions. Of course, to show sincerity, Wei suggested that everyone take out all the gold coins and find someone with high moral character to keep them for safekeeping, so as to prevent anyone from being too selfish and wanting to monopolize the Ling Jade Pill."

Wei Buqun said in a very sincere tone.

Daoran couldn't help but laugh. This leader of Wei was really interesting. He understood the principle of "you can do things but never say things". He obviously wanted to grab gold coins, but in the end he had to find a high-sounding excuse first.

Dao Ran didn't think he was hypocritical, but felt that this person was very professional, otherwise he wouldn't be able to be the leader and get the support of so many people.

On the contrary, Bai Yutang, who is more skilled in martial arts, drags him around all day long and offends people when he opens his mouth. Although Bai Yutang has a chivalrous heart, he has almost no friends in the world, except for a few sworn brothers.

Everyone outside is an enemy.

Of course, appreciation does not mean that Daoran will agree to cooperate with him.

Daoran said to Wei Buqun: "Headmaster Wei is right. These gold coins should indeed be kept by people of high moral character and respect. I think I am quite moral and respectable, so please ask Master Wei to hand over the gold coins in your hands."

After hearing this, Wei Buqun put away the polite fake smile on his face and said coldly: "Your Excellency is hiding your head and tail, and you don't even dare to show your true face. How can you be called a respected person? You should honestly hand over the gold coins to me for safekeeping.

As long as you obey me, you can save your life."

"Then let us compete to see who is truly virtuous and respected," Daoran said.

The conversation has broken down at this point, and the next step should be to see who has the harder fist.

Daoran was about to take action when he heard Wei Buqun say: "Wei doesn't bully the weak because of the large number of people. You can just pick anyone out and if he can take three of my moves, you will win."

Daoran looked at Wei Buqun a little surprised. How could the head of the Disha Sect be so arrogant?

"Are you serious?" Daoran asked.

"Haha, do you dare?" Wei Buqun said provocatively.

Dao Ran naturally had no reason to refuse, so he walked up to Wei Buqun and said to him: "Please."

Daoran really didn't believe that Wei Buqun could hurt him in three moves, and it wouldn't have been possible if it had been replaced by another Jiao Jiao Bu Qun Gentleman Sword.

The two were three feet apart. Wei Buqun tightened his grip on the sword at his waist and stared at Dao Ran. All the onlookers on the street focused their attention on the two.

In a moment, Wei Buqun drew his sword and stabbed towards Daoran.

This sword was very slow, far inferior to Bai Yutang's. Daoran could dodge it with his eyes closed.

But just before the sword edge hit Dao Ran, the sword tip suddenly popped out and pierced into the bamboo hat, and then a stream of smoke was sprayed from the sword tip and sprayed on Dao Ran's face.

And this sneak attack seemed to be some kind of secret signal. When the smoke spewed out, the surrounding Disha Sect disciples suddenly threw several huge fishing nets towards Dao Ran and the others.

Daoran finally understood why the Disha Sect had such a bad reputation. This was because they really did not follow martial ethics.
Chapter completed!