In this battle, both sides had a winner and a loser, and each retreated back to their camp.
Generally speaking, interpretation still has the upper hand.
After all, Chanjiao only sent out three generations of disciples. The senior teachers beat Zhao Gongming until he was wounded and fled.
The two sides retreated their troops. As soon as Zhao Gongming entered the camp, Bai, Zhang and other Tianjuns were there to support them.
"Brother Dao, how are you?" Bai Tianjun asked, supporting Zhao Gongming.
Zhao Gongming shook his head, pushed away Tiantianjun's support, walked into the Chinese army's tent, and said, "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern, fellow Taoists."
Wen Zhong also stepped into the tent at this time, slapped the table and said: "Yang Jian, that fellow is so angry with me that he unexpectedly attacked!"
"There are also those juniors who use the power of numbers to bully the few, causing my brother Zhao Dao to suffer this disaster. It is really abominable!"
Seeing Wen Zhong complaining about his injustice, Zhao Gongming felt relieved and waved his hands: "There is no need to talk more about Brother Wen. The outcome will always depend on our methods."
Wen Zhong had no choice but to change the topic and asked again: "How is Brother Zhao's injury?"
"It's okay, I brought the pills with me!"
After Zhao Gong said it clearly, he opened his robe, took a pill from the bag, crushed it into pieces and applied it on the bloody wound.
Sure enough, I don’t know what Zhao Gongming used to refine the immortal medicine. It is extremely effective. After applying it, the muscles and bones are regenerated and the rotten flesh is restored.
Seeing that Zhao Gongming was silent, Wen Zhong also buried his head in deep thought, feeling very complicated.
Originally, I wanted to restrain the master of interpretation and teaching, so I shamelessly invited Zhao Gongming, and it was no longer good to disturb his Qing Cultivation.
Now that Brother Zhao Dao was injured due to this incident, and his immortal body that had been refined for thousands of years was damaged, how could Wen Zhong feel at ease?
"Brother Wen, what are you thinking about?" Zhao Gongming cleaned up the wound and asked with a smile.
"Brother Zhao, you disturbed Brother Tao's practice and damaged Brother Tao's immortal body because of this. Brother Tao, please go back to the mountain. I will have a life-or-death showdown with Xiqi!" Wen Zhong said decisively.
"Haha...Brother Wen was joking. Since I came down from the mountain, I have never thought of returning empty-handed. Brother Wen, don't worry, I will eliminate Xiqi's rebellion for the imperial court!" Zhao Gongming said solemnly.
However, although the words were spoken lightly, there was a hint of heaviness in his eyes.
Wen Zhong was in a trance and did not notice this section. He sighed in his heart: "Now that Brother Zhao is also injured and injured, what should we do..."
Do you want to go to three mountains and five mountains again to invite experts?
Wen Zhong looked at Zhao Gongming who was silent and hesitant again.
It's not that he cares about face. At this point, life and death are at stake, and the imperial court can only be overthrown in one day or another. What else does Wen Zhong have to care about?
The main reason is that I am going to invite someone now. It is difficult for Zhao Gongming to explain here, and I am afraid I will offend him, so I will be alienated from him.
Zhao Gongming knew Wen Zhong quite well, and he was extremely proud in his heart.
He had decided to help the imperial court wipe out Xiqi, and he would not allow himself to invite anyone else if he did not suffer a big loss.
Otherwise, Brother Zhao would have thought that he looked down upon his Taoist skills...
While he was hesitating, Zhao Gongming suddenly smiled lightly and said: "Brother Wen, I'll thank you for your hard work and send me another letter of war."
"What...this..." Wen Zhong was stunned.
Seeing Zhao Gongming's calm expression, which didn't look like he was joking, Wen Zhong said in surprise: "In the battle just now, Taoist brother bravely fought against several masters of interpretation and teaching, and he was already injured. This..."
Wen Zhong really didn't understand what Zhao Gongming was thinking, so he lost a game. He was still injured, so his friend wanted to challenge him?
I'm not as stubborn as you in Wen Zhong...
Zhao Gongming nodded and said: "Yes, but you have to make it clear this time. Don't let those juniors come to attack me. They are so unscrupulous and bully me because I am old and weak. It is really impossible to win with force."
"Young people fight young people. If the younger generation comes, I will have a fight with my apprentice Chen Jiugong, and let the twelve immortal heads fight with me, a poor man."
Wen Zhong became more and more surprised when he heard this, and frowned and said: "Brother Zhao... Although Yang Jian and Liu Qiao have some Taoist skills, their skills are shallow in the end. The twelve immortals of Yuxu have all practiced three flowers and five qi, and their Tao power is extraordinary.
ah……"
The implication is that Brother Zhao, you have to act according to your ability, we can't even teach three generations of junior disciples.
Why do you want to kill the Twelve Immortals? Isn’t that looking for death?
Zhao Gongming stroked his beard and said: "Brother Wen, I know what you want to say, don't worry, I haven't taken it seriously yet."
Wen Zhong was about to say more, but Zhao Gongming interrupted directly: "No need to say more, brother Wen, please invite me to come and rely on my magic power, just follow my arrangements."
Wen Zhongku was unable to persuade him, so he had no choice but to obey the arrangement. With Ji Li holding his pen and ink, he wrote a letter of war in his own handwriting, including all Zhao Gongming's demands.
After Zhao Gongming read the letter of battle, he smiled and said: "Wow... What a wonderful stroke of writing. As long as the twelve immortals come out tomorrow, it will be the time to show off their poor methods."
"Then I'll wait and see!" Seeing Gong Ming's seriousness, Wen Zhong also believed it.
He immediately rushed out of the tent with the letter of war in his hands, and took Xin Jia to send the letter of war to Xiqi.
After Wen Zhong left, the smile on Zhao Gongming's face gradually faded away.
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In Xiqi, among the reeds, all the immortals from the Chan Sect gathered together.
The burning lamp is still sitting on the head, and the twelve immortal heads are arranged on both sides.
"Then Zhao Gongming is nothing more than that, just a low-level means..." Master Huang Long said with a smile.
"In the past, he practiced in Luofu for hundreds of years. He was called an immortal and an ancestor, and his reputation was great. But now it seems that his reputation is not worthy of his name." said Sun Nianxu, who was afraid to stay.
The three great masters Cihang Taoist, Manjusri and Samantabhadra also echoed: "What Taoist brother Wei Liusun said is absolutely true. It seems that he is just a five-element Taoist, who can make wind and rain. Everyone can do it in the three religions."
Judging from the methods used by Zhao Gongming in today's fight, they are nothing more than martial arts, Five Elements Taoism, disaster avoidance techniques, and the Five Elements Escape Technique for the final escape.
For those at the level of the Twelve Immortals, everyone can indeed master these spells, and they are not considered great spells.
And just looking at Zhao Gongming's use of these spells is very superficial, his attainments are not deep, and his methods are only similar to those of the top three disciples of the three generations.
Taiyi, the True Lord of Morality, was speechless upon hearing this, and looked at the superior Guangcheng Immortal Master.
"Ahem...Zhao Gongming can be regarded by Wen Zhongyi as a fairy to save the country. It turns out that there is more than this..." Guangchengzi was annoyed by Taiyi and others, so he had no choice but to give some direction.
"Master Luofu has such a good reputation, how can he be so easy to compare with others? Just looking at his Taoism and meritorious deeds, there is no difference between him and us." Chi Jingjing continued.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The True Lord of Morality, Taiyi Master, also echoed: "What the two Taoist brothers said is true. People who have achieved Taoism for thousands of years are not simple. It is difficult to say that they are not simple.
A life-saving secret magic weapon.”
After the two parties made peace, nothing could be discussed.
Afraid to stay in the lineage of Sun, Cihang, Manjusri, and Samantabhadra, the four of them wear a pair of trousers. Whoever says something, the other three will follow suit, just like a repeater.
Guangchengzi's group, Chi Jingjing, Taiyi, Daode, also have very political appeals, that is, if they are afraid of what Liu Sun will say, we must say the opposite.
If we are afraid of Liusun and say that the other person is an expert, then we will think that the other person is rubbish. If we are afraid of Liusun and say that the other person is a girl with a male aspect, then we will say that the other person is a boy with a female aspect.
Not for anything else, just for fun...
The efficiency of the gods is so slow and "corrupt".
It is still good to explain the teaching, at least it is still doing practical things.
If the Heavenly Palace is abandoned, then this matter should not be talked about until the end of the world.
Gods in the Heavenly Palace generally work to clock in and catch fish, and bureaucracy is a must. If we don't make things more complicated, how can we be worthy of the "incense and salary" issued by the Emperor of Heaven?
It's a simple matter. You express a few opinions, and I say a few objections. There will be a discussion meeting today, a discussion meeting tomorrow, and a formal discussion on how to solve it the day after tomorrow.
Fortunately, after being together for thousands of years, Ran Deng has become accustomed to them and has never thought of talking to them about anything useful.
As for the meeting, it is just to give everyone a fair opportunity to speak. When things come to a close, Ran Deng will give the order directly.
Ran Deng waited for everyone to talk, and then said: "Wen Zhongshi just issued a letter of challenge again, inviting me to see the battle tomorrow. Tomorrow, fellow Taoist Huanglong, I will go and see what Zhao Gongming is doing."
The "high-end game" God of War Huanglong Zhenren showed no fear and nodded in agreement on the spot.
Ran Deng also nodded with satisfaction. Just as he was about to end the meeting, he suddenly looked outside Lu Peng and asked, "Yushu, you've been waiting outside for a long time. What's the matter?"
Outside Lu Peng, Liu Qiao, who had been waiting for half an hour, finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.
He carefully walked into Lu Peng and saw that all the masters and uncles were looking at him, and some of them nodded.
Liu Qiao bowed to the teachers and said: "Masters, Mr. Ran Deng, I have something to say..."
Ran Deng glanced at Liu Qiao and said with some surprise: "We are all our own people. If you have anything to say, just say it directly."
"My master, Zigong Yagong, lost his temper half an hour ago. Now that the alien god is wandering around, I still ask all the masters to take action!" Liu Qiao kowtowed to the ground.
However, in the previous battle, Jiang Shang was whipped by Zhao Gongming and died again when he returned to Xiqi.
Liu Qiao has been waiting outside Lu Peng for half an hour, but these seniors and junior fellow apprentices have been in a meeting and have not given him a chance to speak.
"What? Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Juliusun exclaimed.
Liu Qiao buried his head in silence. He didn't believe that with the supernatural powers of the twelve immortal heads, how could he not know about this?
He just buried his head and begged: "Please help me, my masters, to save my master!"
"You kid, you almost ruined something big!" Ran Deng also laughed and scolded.
He immediately looked around, nodded at Guangchengzi and said, "Fellow Taoist Guangcheng, go see how Ziya is doing."
Guangchengzi accepted the order happily and said to Liu Qiao: "To save your master, we need the help of all the masters. I will just go with you."
"Thank you, Master, for your kindness!" Liu Qiao said happily.
Although I know in my heart that no matter what I teach, I will not let my master die.
But Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzheng did a lot for Jiang Shang, and Liu Qiao was truly grateful from the bottom of his heart.
All the way out of Lu Peng, into Xiqi City, and in the back room of the Prime Minister's Mansion, King Wu, Huang Feihu and others were all sighing in the courtyard.
Guangchengzi followed Liu Qiao into the Prime Minister's Mansion, exchanged a few words with everyone, and looked at Jiang Shang's situation.
He still took a mouthful of Xiantian Qi, left a pill, dissolved it in water with Liu Qiao, and fed it to Jiang Shang.
After drinking Guangchengzi elixir, his innate vitality returned to his soul. After a while, Jiang Shang was breathing again, but he was still in a drowsy state.
Ji Fa was overjoyed to see that the prime minister had been rescued. After another round of greetings and thanks, he led the civil and military officials to retreat.
Seeing that Jiang Shang was fine, Guangchengzi asked Wu Ji and other brothers to take good care of Jiang Shang, and then he said goodbye and left.
Liu Qiao sent him to the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Guangchengzi suddenly turned around, patted Liu Qiao on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "You have many tricks, when will you master swordsmanship again?"
Liu Qiao looked at the smiling Guang Chengzi and asked doubtfully: "Master, what do you mean by this? Is this the swordsmanship that the disciple has been using since his debut?"
"No, you are just talking about martial arts and swordsmanship. When I say swordsmanship, I mean the flying transformation, the one about beheading people thousands of miles away!"
Guang Chengzi patted Liu Qiao's shoulder, secretly transporting his soul to his body, and a trace of sharp energy instantly spread through the 12th floor of the inner palace.
Although it was hidden and silent, the power alone made even Guangchengzi Chunyang Yuanshen tremble slightly.
Liu Qiao was stunned when he heard this and said in surprise: "How did your uncle know?"
Since I came to this life, I have had a lot of fighting techniques, and I have seen quite a few fighting scenes involving twelve immortal heads, but I have never seen anyone use a flying sword.
Now that Guang Chengzi had revealed it at a glance, Liu Qiao was still a little surprised.
"This sword energy is hidden in the five internal organs of the inner palace. If it were anyone else, it would be hard to see it..."
"It's just that I, Pindao, am also studying. I didn't expect you, a kid, to have such a fantastic idea that you actually walked ahead of me..." Guangchengzi said casually.
Liu Qiao was surprised. Guang Chengzi was calm on the surface, but he was even more surprised underneath.
Guangchengzi attained Taoism very early, from the barbaric and ignorant days until now, except for the fact that he heard that a person from Jiejiao had refined a thing called "Tao Sword".
I've never seen anyone do this before.
After all, flying swordsmanship is not so much a swordsmanship as it is actually a method of refining the gods, which cannot be concealed from Guangchengzi's pure Yang soul.
But that person has always been a "variable"
However, Guangchengzi also had inspiration a hundred years ago and is still studying it.
Unexpectedly, I casually patted Liu Qiao on the shoulder today and discovered that Liu Qiao also had the same "sword Qi" as that man.
Liu Qiao allowed Guang Chengzi to use his soul to observe and did not dodge and resist. Of course, the most important thing was that he "dare not resist"
Anyway, I can't understand that sword Qi. It's hard to tell if there's any secret hidden in it. It might as well be let Guangchengzi take a look.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although these explanatory teachers have a bad reputation in later generations, they are all extremely shady, pushing their disciples to be robbed, etc.
However, from the time he came into contact with Chanjiao until now, the elders of Chanjiao have never harmed Liu Qiao, and Liu Qiao has never seen these elders harm his disciples.
Seeing Guang Chengzi's eyes looking thoughtful, Liu Qiao asked curiously: "Has your uncle developed a sword technique that can fly high?"
"Well, not yet..." Guangchengzi shook his head and retracted his hand.
Then he added: "It's just that it hasn't been refined yet, but the method has been completed..."
Seeing Liu Qiao's curious face, Guang Chengzi smiled and said, "You want to know?"
"Master wants to tell the disciple, then the disciple wants to know!"
The implication is that if Guangchengzi didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't ask Liu Qiao if he wanted to know.
However, Guangchengzi didn't say much, he just said: "I built an immortal mansion in Yuanjiang, and there is a description of the idea of sword refining in it."
"If you want to know, you can look for it later. Whether you can find it or not depends on your chance..."
Yuanjiang sunken treasure, Guangcheng golden ship?
Somehow, these terms suddenly appeared in Liu Qiao's mind.
I just feel that these terms are quite familiar, as if I have heard them somewhere before.
But when I think about it carefully, I can't remember it.
Each of these twelve immortal heads had many deeds, and they also occupied many famous mountains and opened caves. It's normal that I can't think of them at the moment.
According to the rumors heard by Liu Qiao, there is also a Guangcheng Villa in Kongtong Mountain, which was also called Kongtong Great Sage in its early years.
Liu Qiao suppressed these thoughts and asked more and more curiously: "How is that uncle's swordsmanship different from this Jian Qi?"
"Of course it's different. Your Sword Qi is an internal refining. According to me, this is a method of refining the gods."
"My swordsmanship belongs to form refining. I use iron tools, two feet three-quarters or three feet two points. The craftsman uses civil and martial fire to beat it in one go. It weighs two kilograms and six coins, is kept in a box, and is washed with herbs to refine the form.
Quality, over time the sword will channel the spirit..."
Liu Qiao seemed to understand, but he could see that it was indeed different from Taiwei Tianzun's swordsmanship, and they were not of the same lineage.
He immediately said happily: "Thank you for your advice, uncle. After assisting King Wu, I will go to Yuanjiang to have a look."
"Well, your sword Qi belongs to other people's spirits and cannot stay in the body for a long time. You can do it yourself..." After Guangchengzi said this, he said no more, said goodbye to Liu Qiao, turned around and left.