Yang Chaoxi's first question was to Carpenter Liu who was behind Luo Changqing, completely ignoring Luo Changqing.
However, Luo Changqing didn't care about Yang Chaoxi's deliberately cold attitude. He looked as usual and replied to himself: "The saint's injury is really worrying! Brother Liu and I sneaked out of Bei City to find the miracle doctor Wang Bing. .Unexpectedly, as soon as we explained the symptoms of the holy aunt, Divine Doctor Wang said that there was no concern for her life. It was just that the holy aunt was short of internal energy, so she needed to find a Taoist channel with profound Taoist skills, and use the yang energy to induce the yin in her body. The vital energy will be generated by itself; if you take a few tonic medicines, you will be able to recover within a few days.
As soon as we thought about it, we thought that Master Changyuan and Master Yang Shaoxia were both masters of Taoism and could heal the holy aunt. So we were honest and unceremonious and grabbed a few hundred-year-old wild ginseng and purple Ganoderma lucidum trees. , Shouwu and other herbal medicines have come back, and I want to discuss the treatment strategy with a few of them."
Xiao Man also saw that Yang Chaoxi didn't seem to like seeing Protector Luo, while Chang Yuan, the real person, was huddled in the corner. The old god was practicing Kung Fu on the ground and didn't care about what was going on. He could only say:
"Professor Luo, thank you for your hard work! Master Changyuan just said the method, which is exactly the same as what the divine doctor Wang said. Mr. Yang has already acted according to the law and rescued my aunt. Now he is healing his injuries by his own luck. He happens to be short of a few tonics, and he was supposed to do it tomorrow. I went to the drug store to catch him, but who would have thought that just as I was dozing off, someone sent me a pillow! Cack!"
Luo Changqing also smiled and said: "That's good! You can put these tonics away first, and then ask the Holy Aunt how she plans to take them later."
Yang Chaoxi stood aside, feeling slightly embarrassed. Although it was very hateful for Luo Changqing to pester his mother, as a Zoroastrian protector, his concern and loyalty to the holy girl was unquestionable.
After thinking about it, he had no choice but to clasp his fists to Carpenter Liu on the side and say: "Brother Liu! That fire dumpling you made in the evening was really amazing! It caused so many people to suffer a big loss. I don't know what your skills are. ?Please help me clarify my doubts!"
But Carpenter Liu's expression was slightly stagnant, and he waved his hands repeatedly, not knowing what to say.
But Xiao Man turned around and flashed in front of Yang Zhaoxi, smiling and saying: "Young Master Yang asked the wrong person! That one is called 'Flying Fire Liuxu', which is the 'unique hidden weapon' of our Zoroastrian religion. Haha! It happened to be a few days ago The catkins were floating all over the city and were so rampant that they made dogs and cats hate them, so someone in the sect came up with the idea of this fire attack method.
Specifically, the light bag is first sewn with soft white yarn, and then the roving is used as a net to capture the catkins. The more the better, stuff them into the light bag, and it becomes a "flying fire catkin". This "hidden weapon" is not much It weighs only a pound and can be compressed and carried, so Protector Luo and I brought many of them out in case of emergency!"
Luo Changqing and Liu Carpenter stood by the side, also smiling and nodding.
Only then did Yang Zhaoxi suddenly realize, and he picked up the white cloth that Xiaoman had just broken off: "So, this piece of cloth is the 'fire raccoon cloth' that you mentioned to me before?"
Xiao Manyu smiled sweetly: "Young master, you can draw inferences from one instance and make the point clear!"
At this time, Li Changyuan's voice came faintly from the northeast corner: "Carpenter Liu, if Pindao's guess is correct, your set of hidden weapon skills for drilling holes with iron nails must have come from the Tang Sect in Central Sichuan, right?"
Carpenter Liu's face darkened, and he spoke much more fluently: "What does the Taoist Master mean by these words?!"
The lead clouds outside the window are getting darker, and the shadows of the trees in the courtyard are dark.
If it weren't for Liu Zhongyi's high-pitched voice still echoing in his ears and knowing that he had just left not long ago, Wang Jin would have thought that it was already getting late and it was time to have a meal and rest.
Because Liu Zhongyi passed down the edict orally, he did not leave behind any scraps of paper. If he wanted to chew and comprehend the message repeatedly, he would have to find paper and pen to write it down silently. Wang Jin sighed and raised his beard.
He said in a deep voice: "Come here! Lay out paper and grind ink..."
After a long time, Wang Jin looked at the blank scriptures spread out on the desk. He had already written them in dense regular script, which was the holy edict that Liu Zhongyi had just orally transmitted.
The oracle was a little long, with 154 words, but Wang Jin never forgot it and wrote it down silently without missing a word. At this time, without blinking, he stared at the oracle over and over again, and finally
He sat down slumped. The meaning of the edict was unmistakable, requiring him to return to Chang'an, the imperial capital, as soon as possible within ten days, to report his work in front of the Holy Spirit, and to reflect on his own mistakes.
I also thought about Yuan Zai's unexpected visit to Luoyang this time, and perhaps he had gotten some news beforehand, so he deliberately kept a distance from him, so as not to get burned. A feeling of depression suddenly surged in my heart, and I sighed secretly that the officialdom was ruthless and cold.
!Gather together when it is beneficial, disperse when it is not!
In a daze, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the yellow sword box made by ghosts inside the large carved couch, and his heart suddenly felt warm. Even his gloomy mood had mostly dissipated.
He immediately put down the chicken pen in his hand, threw off his boots, and lay down on his side on the couch. He picked up the intricate and fragrant ghost-made sword box, without even covering it with a brocade quilt, and fell asleep quickly.
The scenes in the dream jump around in a chaotic manner. They include the carefree time when I was young and studying with my eldest brother Wang Wei Pingji, the joy of being named in the Wild Goose Pagoda and passing the imperial examination, and the following General Li Guangbi after the Jizhou Rebellion.
The swords and blood rain when annihilating the rebels...but later the rebellion subsided, and the years when I was rising steadily became chaotic and blurred.
I don't know how long I had been sleeping, but suddenly a flash of lightning flashed in the sky, and the room in the courtyard was suddenly lit up. Then there were several thunder blasts like beating gold and beating drums. The maid outside was so frightened that she shook her hands and knocked the tea cup over.
There was a sudden and crisp sound coming from the ground.
Wang Jin had already woken up, and his whole body was cold to the bone. He turned over and sat up angrily, and cursed: "Who doesn't have eyes? Such frizzy hands and feet! Why don't you come in quickly and call me..."
Before he finished speaking, a dazzling silver light suddenly lit up outside the window, covering almost the entire dark courtyard with a cold and harsh silvery white. The silver light flashed away, followed by the rumble of thunder.
, resounding throughout the heaven and earth. The branches and leaves of the ancient ginkgo tree in the courtyard swayed wildly, and several yellow leaves suddenly shook down, just like mindless white butterflies.
This thunderbolt was so loud and powerful that it was unprecedented in history. It stunned Wang Jin for a moment, and he completely forgot what caused it and why he was angry.
The sound of "cracking" gradually sounded, sparse at first, but soon became dense, intertwining into a dense drumbeat among the branches and leaves, under the wide eaves.
Wang Jin then waved his hand and drove away the plump maid who was kneeling in front of the couch, and went straight to the window. Looking at the gradually thickening rain, he couldn't help but feel an ominous feeling in his heart.
The beaded curtain was as heavy as a waterfall, and the endless curtain of rain poured down. The flowers and plants in the courtyard were unable to escape, and they were knocked about by the rain. The courtyard was filled with water, and hundreds of water bubbles bulged, shattered, and then burst into pieces.
Swelled up, then shattered...to form a boiling spectacle!
The showers, carrying cold moisture, fell in front of the steps like wisps, breaking into countless clear crystals.
The cold air came in through the window and fell on Wang Jin, causing him to sneeze several times. The plump maid had already gotten up, obediently fetched a robe, and silently draped it on his shoulders.
Wang Jin kept frowning, relaxed his brows, and finally suppressed the fire of ignorance, and slowly said: "Go quickly...send someone to leave the palace immediately to see what's going on in the city! That one just now
Thunderbolt, really unbelievable..."
The plump maid had already responded. Wang Jincai turned his eyes to the desk again. When he saw the dazzling oracle, he wanted to tear it to pieces.
After pondering for a long time, he raised his hands, carefully put away the scriptures containing the holy edict, and stored them in the camphor wood box in the corner of the desk. He was already slowly calculating in his mind, in the few days before he left,
How should he arrange his plans so that he can fight back? So that those who have embarrassed him in the Mingde Palace will beat their chests and regret their mistakes.
With the divine sword in my hand, I already have a lot of advantages over His Highness the Prince, the Luoyang government office, the Luo City camp, the Taoist monks, and even the remnants of Zoroastrianism. He only needs to use the sword as bait and a little arrangement and manipulation.
Let all parties take action upon hearing the news, and even attack each other with swords. The one who will reap the benefits at that time must be Wang Jin, the envoy of Taiwei Palace...
The lights flickered slightly, and the figures were on the wall.
The slender blue-grey color climbs up diagonally along the heel, getting lighter and lighter as it gets further away, and the lighter it becomes, the wider it becomes.
Without warning, Carpenter Liu suddenly raised his hands, and six square nails appeared between his fingers. Before Yang Chaoxi, Luo Changqing tried to dissuade him, but the six square nails turned into six black lines, reaching directly between Li Changyuan's eyebrows and throat.
The six vital points of the eyes, heart, and lower abdomen are nailed out without sound or shadow, making people unable to avoid them.
Li Xiaoman's red lips opened wide, and he had just uttered an exclamation when the six square nails that were about to arrive suddenly reached three feet in front of Li Changyuan.
Everyone saw Li Changyuan's right hand trembling slightly, and the "Sanqingxuan Yellow Dust" lying on his feet immediately rose up. The dust tail made of horse mane exploded instantly, spinning like a round shield, turning from defense to offense, and launched six square arrows in all directions.
The nail is swept away!
"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"
Six muffled sounds came out in unison at once. After hearing a few more "dinging" sounds, the six square nails were wrapped in dust and thrown to the corner of the wall.
Liu Carpenter missed the target, snorted coldly, but stopped taking action.
Li Changyuan stood up, holding the "Sanqing Xuan Yellow Dust" in the crook of his arm. He bowed his hand to Carpenter Liu and said, "I'm sorry for my poor eyesight! I mistakenly used this three-inch iron nail as the Tang Gate in Sichuan."
The hidden weapon 'Soul Nail' is really offensive! Just look at the acupuncture method used by Zunjia just now, it is very similar to the way of Nanzhao Kingdom's Diancang Sect. But I don't know which hermit master Zunji learned from.
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Carpenter Liu was still dull, and even when angry he remained calm: "Huh! No matter how clever your technique is, it can't compete with the authentic Taoist sect. The Taoist master does not need to be too humble! Liu has traveled in the Central Plains for many years and has long forgotten his master's background, so why bother mentioning it again? It's his hand.
The skill of attaching these "square nails" is indeed derived from the hidden weapon of the Diancang Sect, the "Mourning Gate Nail". It is only one word different from the Tang Sect's "Soul Nail", so it is often confused, and it is inevitable to spread rumors.
As for the Tang Sect in Sichuan, it is both good and evil. However, there is a young man in the rivers and lakes who often commits crimes and robberies in the name of the Tang Sect, which makes the world feel that the Tang Sect is full of evil. Although Liu disdains the relationship with
The disciples of the Tang Sect are in the same group, but they can also distinguish right from wrong. I advise the Taoist priest not to generalize and think that the Tang Sect is all insidious and cunning people who do many evil things."
Yang Chaoxi and Xiaoman stood aside, dumbfounded when they saw Carpenter Liu answering fluently:
It turns out that although Carpenter Liu doesn't like to talk, he doesn't stutter either. His clumsy manner before was actually a show off for others to see. It wasn't until Li Changyuan guessed where he was that he finally revealed some details, but he still refused to use his real name.
The surname was Shiren. Looking at the still dull face, Yang Zhaoxi even suspected that this face was also a rubber mask, but he refused to take it off again...
At this moment, even Luo Changqing, who had always been friends with the "Four Lowly Friends", was shocked: "Brother Liu... It turns out that you are a high-ranking disciple of the Diancang Sect of Nanzhao Kingdom... How could you be wandering in the world and become a sect?"
This look?"
Liu Carpenter's face remained as usual: "Brother Luo is just laughing. When we travel around the world, who doesn't have a third-level mind? Who doesn't have old stories and secrets? What's more, I, the 'Four Lowly Friends', are determined to retire, so naturally I have to change my appearance.
Keep your name anonymous so as not to be found by your former enemies. Haha!"
Li Changyuan digested what Carpenter Liu had just said for a long time, and then he handed over his hand and said: "The 'Mourning Door Nail' concealed weapon has a sharp tip and a barb at the tail. When it was in your hands, it was changed into a square shape with a round head and a bald tail.
The nails are only used to punch holes and trap the enemy. They are not intended to hurt people's lives. Your Majesty is indeed an upright person!"
Liu Carpenter clasped his fists and said, "Taoist priest is ridiculous! It's just to deceive others."
Li Changyuan saw that the guarded look in his eyes had disappeared, and then he expressed the true thoughts in his heart: "Your Majesty! I have an unkind request, but I hope it will be fulfilled!"
Carpenter Liu's eyes narrowed slightly, but he still said:
"Taoist Priest might as well say it. If it's not difficult, Liu will do it within his ability."