Seeing Emperor Yuanji's gloomy face, the Qidao Confucian scholars below seemed even more excited.
A courtier is not afraid of being liquidated.
They are a group of lunatics, not only seeking fame before life, but also after death.
They are alive, and they dare to die to persuade them, which is fame.
They are dead, and it is also fame to dare to persuade them with death.
So, in this matter, they don't suffer.
Emperor Yuanji felt annoyed in his heart, but he really had nothing to do with these strange Confucian scholars.
Qi Zai remained silent.
"Your Majesty, please condemn yourself and issue an imperial edict!"
Many voices gathered outside and poured towards the attic.
Emperor Yuanji's face turned livid, and he walked away in a huff.
It's just that before he left, he took away the poem written by Princess Changyi. He yearned for this kind of freedom.
Wang Bing glanced out of the window again, looking for a list of everyone present.
Not surprisingly, Emperor Yuanji will settle the matter.
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Zuo Dodge stood beside a mountain wall, looking at the tadpole-like writing on the mountain wall.
Could it be that this is the secret treasure of the way of raising dragons?
Isn't this too perfunctory?
It is directly engraved on the outside, and anyone can see it.
He was a little unsure in his heart, so he continued to move forward.
On the trail he came up the mountain, a tall and strong man wearing a straw hat slowly looked at everything in the mountains.
"Has Yanglong Temple become what it is now?"
He just sighed, took out a dark green bamboo tube from his arms, shook it lightly, and there was a buzzing sound inside.
It seems that there are some bugs in this bamboo tube.
The man slightly twisted the cover, and saw a small hole on the cover, above which appeared a light green insect with six wings and amber densely packed compound eyes.
"I didn't expect to meet Nine Suns Silkworm here."
The worms in this bamboo tube are called smelling worms, they can smell all kinds of Gu worms.
A few minutes after the scent worm appeared, a faint fragrance came out, which was refreshing and unforgettable.
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While looking at the stone wall, Zuo Dodge suspected that there was a problem with the script. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't understand what the mystery of the stone wall was.
Could it be that the time has not come? According to Wang Lu's script, he only obtained the secret method of raising dragons in the 19th year of Yuanji.
He thought in his heart, what the imperial court feared was the forces with extraordinary power. Obviously, the current Yanglong Temple was no longer worthy of being feared by him. Why was Wang Lu asked to suppress the Yanglong Temple?
It was because someone in Yanglong Temple had penetrated the secret technique and posed a threat to the imperial court.
Zuo Daoqi was staring at the stone wall in a daze. At this moment, he smelled a strange smell, which seemed to emanate from himself.
He frowned, and with his photographic memory, he wrote down all the words on the stone wall, turned and left without stopping.
At this time, the sunset had completely sunk into the sky.
Leaving from the back mountain, there will be a section of stone steps. Walking on the stone steps, a gust of cold wind blows from the forest.
Zuo Dodge didn't seem to notice that behind him, a figure in black followed quietly.
The aroma seems to be stronger.
Zuo Dodge suddenly quickened his pace, the fragrance was not right, and he activated his hands with all his strength, this kind of breath emanating from himself could be dispelled.
The man frowned slightly, picked up the bamboo tube in his hand and shook it lightly, "The fragrance has faded..."
He looked at the people walking on the stone steps, two monks, and one was Zuo Daoqi.
is it him?
He is a little cautious, Nine Suns Silkworm is a very good Gu insect, it can be used no matter it is for congealing pills, refining weapons, or even building foundations, and those who own this kind of treasure will not be ordinary people.
Zuo Dodge walked in a hurry, he felt a prying eye, but looking back, he could only see two monks who were running in the opposite direction.
His heart sank, he continued to speed up his pace, and rushed back as soon as possible, Xinyue promised to leave a carriage for him and take him back to the palace.
Unexpectedly, when he was about to walk down the last step, something happened.
Accompanied by a burst of humming, it seems that there are some kind of swarms of bugs in the forest.
Zuo Daoqi turned his head suddenly, and saw countless flying ant-like insects attacking him with a strangeness that surpassed the laws of nature.
"what?"
With a cautious face, he didn't come close, and stretched his hand into his bosom, in fact, he took out a thick and long torch from his finger.
Insects are afraid of fire, so he put a lot of messy things in his fingers.
Pushing back the surrounding bugs, Zuo Dodge looked at the jungle aside.
"Who are you?"
A black shadow loomed in the forest, and the man holding the bamboo tube walked out of the forest calmly.
"Let me introduce myself, I am Wuyou..."
Zuo Daoqi narrowed his eyes, and the moment the man appeared, a handful of incense ash appeared at some point and threw it at the man.
The man's heart tightened, and he was caught off guard and closed his eyes tightly.
He was originally a martial artist, and by chance, he obtained the secret method of the sect, but he had only just breathed out, and now he was suddenly attacked by Zuo Daoqi, so he gave up that half-breathed breath.
Before the incense ashes turned into smoke, he quickly swept his arms together, blowing the incense ash away with a strong wind.
"I just wanted to make a deal with you..."
But before he finished speaking, Zuo Dodge seemed to see from his movements and demeanor that he was only a martial artist of the seventh-rank internal breath realm, so he ran forward in an instant, and his right leg jumped~www.mtlnovel.com~It turned into a whip fiercely Draw to that person.
It's not that he has never fought a seventh-rank martial artist. Sun Wangzu's old servant that day was also internal.
The man's originally indifferent expression became a little irritable after Zuo Daoqi played cards one after another without following the routine, "Bengshanquan!"
Stretching out his fists, he confidently and calmly slammed towards Zuo Dodge's whip leg.
boom!
The man loosened his fist slightly, his legs were so stiff.
In the collision just now, he only felt that his fists were hitting an iron rod, and it was very painful.
"Leg skills? If it's just like that, then... that's it!"
The man's voice suddenly became louder, and he swung his fists in a row. The bone sound of Tonglijing continued to echo in the air, and twisted inner breaths gathered on his fists.
This was the boxing technique he was most proud of before he became a Taoist cultivator.
Zuo Dodge didn't say a word, quietly looked at the man who was pretending to be aggressive, twisted his ankle slightly, and pursed his lips.
The legs kicked out in a row, but a dagger quietly appeared in his hand.
The impact of legs and fists echoed continuously in the forest.
The man took a few steps back, looked at his fist, which was already dripping with blood, "What kind of martial arts are you doing?"
Zuo Dodge sighed, and pulled out two completely deformed and twisted steel plates from his calf, "Steel plate skill, you are very strong, and you broke it."
"you!"
The man was furious.
He was tricked.
Zuo Dodge's chrysanthemum-like hands, the ability to block the breath is too perverted, even though the two have collided several times, he still stubbornly thinks that Zuo Dodge's legs are very hard.
If the steel plate hadn't been blasted into pieces by him, Zuo Dodge would not have pulled out the steel plate for fear of hurting himself.
He stared at Dodge Zuo, and suddenly punched again.