Chapter 183： 183 selected

Chapter 183 Chapter 183 Selected

You must first get a higher position in Daoism.

It is the best way to find the secret medicine in such a legitimate way.

Don't Zhang Rongfang think that there will be no top masters in the ancestral court if the world's second largest sect is so dignified?

If this is the case, this ancestral court may have been washed to pieces long ago.

No matter how friendly the sect is, it will inevitably be targeted because of its interests.

Several people were sitting and waiting to ask the teacher.

The Daoist Zhang Qingzhi seemed to be in charge of welcoming guests, and after a while, several new Taoists were introduced.

Everyone present came from afar, and their bodies were powerful. Obviously, it is impossible to get here without armed force.

Zhang Rongfang observed carefully, and found that Zhang Qingzhi was polite, gentle and humble no matter he faced any Taoist who came in.

This kind of self-cultivation is not something ordinary people can do.

After a while, You Daotong brought hot tea.

Zhang Rongfang picked it up and took a sip lightly, a faint smell of crocus rose into his nasal cavity.

He looked up and looked around.

On the right wall, there is a calligraphy copybook hanging on it, which reads: Dao produces one, one transforms all things.

On the left wall, there is another handwriting, which reads: Ask the teacher three things.

'Ask about literary skills first, martial arts second, and moral character third. '

The following are various detailed assessment cases, including the words "loyal to the emperor and serve the country".

At this time, two people had already noticed the picture, and got up to examine it carefully.

When Zhang Rongfang saw that the first line to be assessed was literary skills, his heart moved.

With his current conditions, if he wants to stand out in Tianbao Palace, it is impossible to rely on Zhang Ying's superficially low-level martial arts.

At the beginning, Zhang Ying was still at the third rank when he held the position of Tan Yang Mingjing Palace, even if he broke through to the fourth rank later.

It can only be considered commonplace in the Palace of Mirrors, let alone here.

Unless he reveals his identity as a spirit envoy, in Tianbao Palace, don't expect to gain anything in martial arts.

‘The only way is literary skills! '

Zhang Rongfang looked at his attribute column, he is now a ninth-rank Jindan cultivation base.

Even if Wengong cannot be observed from the outside, he already knows the various realms of Wengong like the back of his hand.

Maybe

Immediately, he stood up and walked to Zhang Qingzhi who was explaining things to someone at the door.

"Brother Taoist, can you take a step to speak?" He quietly had a golden leaf in his hand.

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Most hundreds of miles away—Futu Mountain.

A gray-haired old man like an old farmer, holding a wooden stick, rode a little donkey at a leisurely pace, heading towards Dadu.

The whites of the old man's eyes are cloudy, he is thin and small, and looks quite malnourished.

What is strange is that on the road from Futu Mountain to Dadu, there are only one old man and one donkey.

The front, back, left, and right are all empty.

What is even more incomprehensible is that the old man does not have any luggage on him.

He looks like he just went for a walk from home, without bringing anything.

There are no shops in front of the village, no packages, and it is difficult for an old man to find food and drink.

The summer is hot, the sun is direct, and the poison is abnormal.

The old man didn't have any sweat on his body.

After walking forward for a while, a rotten corpse slowly appeared on the road ahead.

Several vultures flapped their wings, squatting on the ground and pecking at the corpse.

Scattered sedan chairs, warriors holding knives, broken arms and limbs covered in blood.

There are already no living creatures present.

Even a few black dogs were chopped into two pieces and thrown aside.

Seeing this, the old man sighed slightly.

"Even there is no one to collect the corpse? Killing a person requires the most basic morality after all."

"You are an old guy who worships the Jade Sea Dragon God, and you have the nerve to talk about morality?" On both sides of the road, two figures, one tall and one short, slowly walked out.

"Has the situation in Dongzong become so rotten now? Send the two of you out to kill?" The old man frowned.

"Anyway, I can't die, so I can hold you back." The taller man between the two sneered.

"Two drag you down, and you've made a lot of money." The short man also sneered.

"You misunderstood me." The old man shook his head. "I'm not here to wade into the muddy water. I just came to find the murderer who killed and injured my apprentice."

"Don't think we don't know you if you grow your hair." The tall man said impatiently, "Monk Hongyan, stop talking nonsense, if you have the ability, you can kill us and pass.

Wherever you come from and go back if you don’t have the ability. "

"That's right." The short man echoed.

The old man was speechless and looked up at the sky.

The sky was bright and it was only noon.

"Dongzong claims to be the leader of Jijing, and now he is starting to use your spiritual network, which is pathetic."

He stopped talking nonsense, and with a little foot, he jumped up from the donkey, his body was like a big bird, and in the blink of an eye, he leaped lightly at the tall and the short.

After a while.

Among the corpses all over the floor, there were two tattered tall and short corpses.

Monk Hongyan sighed, continued to ride on the donkey, and walked slowly in the direction of Dadu.

He must hurry, he must take advantage of Dongzong's current power being suppressed, and Princess Qianye is locked in the palace to solve the trouble quickly.

Otherwise, after this period, the situation is stable, and he might not have a chance.

Actually, he doesn't have any feelings for his disciples.

It's just that his apprentice was killed and seriously injured. If he, the master, didn't show it at all.

Wouldn’t anyone be able to step on his head and slap him in the future?

So, no matter what, he has to pay back the account.

"According to the news, that kid is currently in Tianbao Palace. I just need to go in quickly and leave immediately after the murder. It's not a big problem.

At such a critical moment, I think that Baogong wouldn't bother me because of a golden-winged building envoy. "

He looked flat.

He checked all the news about the murderer Zhang Ying.

Peak of the Ninth Rank, with a super-grade physical talent.

After the extreme state, the strength can be improved to a higher level, and it can directly injure the super disciple Xue Chengyu who has taken foreign medicine.

Although Xue Chengyu only took the medicine a few times. The quality improvement in all aspects has not yet reached the limit of foreign medicine.

But being able to hit Xue Chengyu head-on, is already very impressive.

"You also have extremely fast movement, which is comparable to my two apprentices. You really cannot keep this kind of talent."

"Then, let's treat it as an internal law." Monk Hongyan never underestimated any opponent.

What's more, he is a genius envoy of the Golden Wing Building.

So, arrived in Yangshuo tonight, and then made a surprise attack, killing them with all our strength, so as to avoid future troubles. This is his Futu Mountain style.

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In the grove of Tianbao Palace.

"This is absolutely impossible!" Zhang Qingzhi refused again and again, determined not to be bribed by Jin Yezi.

"Brother Dao really has a noble character, I admire you. In fact, brother Dao, you don't have to worry. I just want you to talk more about the various situations in Tianbao Palace and ask the master. There is no other meaning."

Zhang Rongfang said seriously, with a look of admiration on his face.

He is now on the road disc, with Zhang Ying's identity written on it.

At this time, Zhang Ying's martial arts is at the fourth rank. Age is nineteen. What he wanted to know about a fourth rank at this age was what level he was in Tianbao Palace.

and

"Brother Dao, can you tell me, this is a step to ask the teacher, what is the proportion of literary skills?" Zhang Rongfang asked aloud.

Zhang Qingzhi hesitated for a while, but still did not accept the money.

"Among the questioning teachers, there are usually three questioning teachers at a time, you choose one, and go forward to accept the test questions.

In terms of literary skills, brother Zhang Dao, you have now entered the fourth rank of martial arts. Then as long as the literary skills can reach the foundation building. Such qualifications are considered excellent. "

"Is that so?"

Zhang Rongfang nodded, with something in mind.

"Then dare to ask brother, how can you identify this literary skill?" He asked again.

"It's very difficult. There is no way to do it in ordinary places, but here, the top high-level practitioners can judge whether you have cheated through debating, questioning, and other methods.

After all, if your cultivation level is not enough, in the corresponding realm, some emergency reactions that the body will naturally produce will not exist.

These cannot be covered up no matter how many experience images you recite. " Zhang Qingzhi answered honestly.

Actually, in Tianbao Palace, literary skills are much more popular than martial arts.

If the literary talent is extraordinary, you can even have one-on-one protection from Xuehong Pavilion's high-grade masters.

This is a royal charter.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qingzhi sighed a little, and was even more puzzled.

As far as he knows, in Tianbao Palace, those whose literary skills are above Yuanying are surrounded by expert guards from the Ninth Rank Xuehong Pavilion.

Although he doesn't know about the remaining two masters of refining gods, they must be guarded by stronger guards.

It is comparable to a national treasure.

Especially one of them, who had a major repair in the late stage of refining the gods, went out on three floors inside and three floors outside, and was protected by a large number of soldiers and masters.

The posture is not at all inferior to that of the great nobleman of the spirit.

The imperial court's attitude towards the cultivation of literary skills is far greater than most people imagine.

That's why the entire Daoist religion takes the practice of literary skills as its primary purpose.

He looked at the picture in front of him.

The other party definitely looks older than this age, but it does say nineteen years old on the Taoist disc.

If this age is true.

Then at the age of nineteen, you have reached the fourth rank of martial arts, and your talent is indeed good.

If the literary skills have also kept up

At this time, he heard Zhang Ying ask again.

"Then dare to ask brother, what is the most powerful literary skill in our Daoist sect at my age?"

"The most powerful?" Zhang Qingzhi was confused for a moment, "Should it be Junior Brother Zhao Dingran, right? He is nineteen years old now, and he has already reached the realm of Rank 5 alchemy. His literary talent is extremely extraordinary."

"Excellent!" Zhang Rongfang knew it.

From the age of nineteen to the fifth transformation of the alchemy, then at the age of nineteen he turned nine to the golden elixir, he must be a genius among geniuses.

According to Tianbao Palace's attitude towards literary geniuses.

If he reveals his cultivation.

Not right.

Zhang Rongfang's heart stopped.

'If he reveals his cultivation, how should he explain it to Jin Dan at this age? '

Wen skills are more important than martial arts accumulation.

The so-called talent is that some people are born to accumulate faster, that's all.

But to reach Jindan at the age of nineteen, isn't this accumulation speed a bit too much?

From the alchemy to the golden alchemy, it still needs a qualitative change in physiology and a comprehension of Taoism.

It is not something that can be achieved through penance alone.

A lot of understanding of Taoism and kung fu is simply not something that can be done at the age of nineteen.

Zhang Rongfang hesitated.

"What do you seem to be worried about?" Zhang Qingzhi saw that he seemed to be hesitating, so he asked aloud.

"It's nothing." Zhang Rongfang hasn't figured out how to reveal his literary skills, which is the most appropriate way.

"Brother Daoist, don't worry about it. It's actually more difficult to find people with high literary talent than martial arts talent. At your current age, with such martial arts skills, you have a promising future. You will definitely be able to be reused in teaching." Zhang Qingzhi comforted.

"Then I would like to thank Brother Dao for your kind words." Zhang Rongfang nodded.

(end of this chapter)