"The Master said, a gentleman has no weapons."

"I have said that a true gentleman does not bother to kill his opponent with weapons, but only beats him to death with his fists."

"Four junior brothers, you need to remember this!"

…

Yang Jian explained "Wanyu" item by item.

Never get tired of it.

But in fact, he has already said it over and over again three times without getting tired of it.

"Oh my God! Although you will gain new understanding every time you read "The Whispering Language", this is too much!"

"Yes! Senior Brother Yang Jian went too far. He actually forced us to listen to him speak "The Whispering Language"!"

"The most important thing is...no one can stop him yet!!!"

"Who among you here has this ability? You can give it a try. Anyway, Nezha will give up???????..."

Opposite Yang Jian.

Nezha, Yin Jiao, Yin Hong, and Lei Zhenzi communicated with each other with their eyes, but did not dare to make a sound or even use magic power to communicate.

Because Yang's Taoism is much higher than theirs, if he uses magic... he may be discovered, and then he will be given a reform package.

"Senior brother..."

After all, Nezha couldn't help but say, "Senior brother, your understanding of "The Whispering Language" and your understanding of the Tao of Fear are really profound, but... if you just teach a few of us, wouldn't it be a bit unfair?"

"Oh? What do you mean, sir?" Yang Jian looked at Nezha and asked.

"Senior brother is Mr. Dao Dao, so you should take on this responsibility." Nezha said matter-of-factly, "The important responsibility of preaching to the ancient world will be left to you, senior brother!"

Um.

In order not to torture myself.

Nezha decisively chose to divert disaster to the east.

As for what happens next...

Anyway, it doesn’t matter whether you are a dead Taoist friend or a poor Taoist!

In Yin Jiao, Yin Hong's eyes shone: "Yes, yes! Senior Brother Yang Jian, you are such a great talent, how can you only teach a few of us? You should let more people know about it!"

"Why don't we go to Chaoge and preach first!!"

——Yin Jiao and Yin Hong: We are not seeking revenge! Absolutely not!!!

"Uh... why not preach to the disciples of several other uncles and uncles in the sect first, and then take the step to spread throughout the world?" Lei Zhenzi had a different opinion on this.

Yang Jian combined what everyone said, thought for a while, and said: "Preaching the gospel should really be put on the agenda. I will find a time to visit the other uncles and uncles. Then you can come together..."

"Although you may feel that it is not necessary to go out together, I still hope that everyone can shine and shine for the promotion of terrorism."

Everyone: "..."

What? Hope??

If only when you said this, your sharp eyes didn't sweep over us.

If the palm-sized brick in your hand does not become the size of a washbasin.

That might still be somewhat believable.

But now...

Do you think we are all blind and deaf? We are all blind people who have lost touch and sixth sense?

Can we not feel the strong threat?

However, Yang Jian's words did not make them back down.

On the contrary, my heart was even more agitated.

That's right, this feeling...this is what people who are afraid of fear should feel like!

so……

"Mr. Da, please rest assured, we will do our part!!"

…

"Then, let's decide happily."

Yang Jian said with a smile.

…

at the same time.

In the West Sea Dragon Palace, the third princess Ao Cunxin pouted and sulked.

"Today is the thousand two hundred and twelfth day since I ran away from home, and that idiot still hasn't come to pick me up."

"I doubt if he has other dragons outside, but I am willing to give him another chance. If he is willing to come to the West Sea to coax me before the end of the second thousand two hundred and twelve days, then I will forgive him.

Him, go back with him."

"If he doesn't come to coax me before the end of the second thousand two hundred and twelve days, then of course I... will forgive him and take the initiative to find him?"

Cun Xin felt extremely wronged.

But I comforted myself in my heart: "As a man, just coax him. As long as he still loves me, I can accept it."

…

Half a year later.

Xiqi.

San Yisheng, the superior doctor, suddenly remembered the incident in Bukit.

Once gone, it won't come back.

So he went to the inner court to see King Wen, and said in a memorial: "Wuji beat the king to death. Because I saw that his old mother was at home and had no one to support him, I told my lord and sent Wuji home, and I will pay for the daily expenses for his mother's coffin...

…”

"Unexpectedly, this official actually deceived the law of the country. It has been half a year and he has not come to accept the crime. This must be a cunning people. Your Majesty can perform the innate calculations to verify the truth."

King Wen couldn't help but frown slightly after hearing this.

Then take money to predict bad luck.

After reading it, he nodded and sighed: "Wuji was not a cunning man, but he threw himself into a deep pool to die out of fear of punishment... In fact, if we talk about the law, it is not a fight to kill, but an accidental injury to someone's life. The crime does not deserve death."

"He is guilty of a crime that does not lead to death, but instead fears the death of the Dharma body. Such a pitiful person as Wuji!"

After sighing for a long time, the king and his ministers retreated.

——Ministers: Do you still want to show some respect? You were the one who said you wanted to kill Buji, but now that he is gone, you also said that sin does not lead to death... This is somewhat hypocritical (?_?|||

)…

The next day.

King Wen and Wenwu lived idle and had nothing to do.

Seeing the spring and the beautiful scenery, the willows bloom and the flowers bloom. The peaches and plums compete for beauty, and the time is in full bloom.

King Wen Jichang said: "The scenery in spring is prosperous and everything is relaxed. It is really a good time. I, together with my disciples and all the ministers, go to the southern suburbs to find greenery, enjoy the mountains and rivers together, and enjoy the joy of seeking fragrance. I don't know what everyone thinks.

How about next?"

San Yisheng laughed and said: "My lord, in the past when we built a spiritual platform, there were flying bears at night. Lord Xiqi had gained talents as pillars, and my lord had virtuous assistants."

So all the warriors put on their swords and went out of the city with King Wen.

Unexpectedly, when I reached the boundary of Fengxi, I saw a man carrying a load of firewood and singing:

The spring water is long and the spring grass is strange, and the goldfish has not encountered the hidden stream.

The world does not know Gao Xianzhi, he is just an old Diaoji by the stream.

When Jichang heard the singing, he couldn't help but sigh: "How strange! There must be a great sage among them."

It was at this time that San Yisheng saw on his horse that the man carrying firewood looked like Wuji, a cunning civilian, so he said: "My lord, the singer just now looks like Wuji who killed the king."

After hearing this, Ji Chang frowned and said, "You're wrong, doctor! Wuji is dead in the deep pool of thousands of feet, and he is acting alone in front of him. How can it be that Wuji is still there?"

Just because the innate numbers are never miscalculated.

King Wen was quite conceited about this, but when he heard this, he didn't believe it very much. He even became a little unhappy with San Yisheng who said this.

But San Yisheng felt that he had seen the truth. The man was clearly Wu Ji. He followed Xin Man's orders and said, "Bring that man here." Xin Man walked forward.

When Wu Ji saw that King Wen was arriving, he couldn't avoid it, so he put down the firewood and knelt in the dust.

Xin Man took a closer look and saw that it was indeed Buji.

So he went back to see King Wen and told him: "It turns out to be Wuji."
To be continued...