Chapter 1918 Battle of the Great Masters

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"Oh?" Huang Chang was a little surprised. The other party's tone seemed to compare that person with himself. It seemed that he was also a master at the level of a great master. But looking at the world, there are only a handful of people at his level, and half of them have become A handful of loess, "I don't know who that person is?"

"That person will enter the palace today, and the time is almost up." Zhao Gou replied.

Huang Chang looked out the door and said in a deep voice, "It's already here."

"Amitabha, Huang Jushi really has the ability to understand the profound, and the poor monk has deliberately restrained his breath, but he did not expect to be noticed by the donor." A burst of laughter came, and soon a man dressed as a monk walked in from the door.

Said he was dressed as a monk instead of saying he was a monk, mainly because this man looked really weird, obviously he had a big bald head, and there were faint traces of ring scars on his head, but he was sloppy, like a normal monk. The emphasis on manners formed a great contrast. More importantly, he carried a huge wine gourd around his waist. How could there be a reason for monks to drink alcohol?

Huang Chang thought of a person from his breath, and said coldly, "It was you who said that the old man's "Nine Yin Manual" was too feminine, and then created another "Nine Yang Divine Art"?"

The monk was stunned, but calmly said: "Huang Jushi really has good eyesight, and he can see the origin of the poor monk at once. Yes, when he fought with Wang Chongyang for wine, he beat him by half, and borrowed the "Jiuyin Zhenjing" Looking at it, it is indeed a sigh."

It turned out that he was the one who won the "Jiuyin Zhenjing" from Wang Chongyang back then. After reading it, he couldn't stop being inspired, and then founded the "Jiuyang Zhenjing".

If Song Qingshu is here, he will definitely sigh, this is the real great master, the Five Masteries of the Central Plains are very famous in the arena, but except Wang Chongyang, others have studied the "Nine Yin Classics" for decades, and often Martial arts made great progress. As a result, Wang Chongyang read the entire "Jiuyin Zhenjing" in a few days, and the fighting wine monk was even more exaggerated. After reading for a long time, he went back and created the "Jiuyang Shengong" of the same level.

"Since I look down on the old man's "Jiuyin Zhenjing", then I have to see how much you have." Huang Chang's voice just fell, the whole person has appeared in front of the monk, a pair of black hands, as if from Beneath Jiuyou, there was a wicked luster, and he grabbed the big holes all over the monk's body.

Zhao Gou on the dragon chair felt that the air in the room became extremely sticky, and he couldn't help frowning. He knew that this was Huang Chang's domain, which changed the rules of the surrounding environment to a certain extent. Show no mercy.

These two people are his biggest support. If he loses both parties later, won't all his plans for the future be in vain?

He wanted to stop, but Zhao Gou finally closed his mouth. After all, it is rare for people of this level to fight against each other. The next plan is very dangerous, let them fight each other to understand their martial arts characteristics, and then cooperate better.

"Amitabha!" The wine-drinking monk clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name. The sloppy appearance in the game world instantly became a precious and solemn appearance, and bursts of golden light radiated within three feet of his body, dispelling the incomparably rich black aura brought by Huang Chang.

"Om, Ma, Ni, Pa, Mi, Hum!" The wine monk kept forming various complex Buddha prints with his hands, and met the other party's ghostly nine-yin white bone claws.

Huang Chang's complexion changed slightly. Although his Jiuyin White Bone Claw was extremely lethal, from the very beginning of its creation, it had carried a few strange evil spirits. When it came across the Buddhist treasure seal, it was a little bit restrained.

"Humph! Buddhists have seals, but our Taoists don't have them?" Huang Chang responded quickly, and the nine yin and white bone claws instantly transformed into mysterious handprints, and the ghostly aura suddenly became a bit out of the dust, "Lin, Soldiers, fights, people, all, array, column, front, line!"

The nine-character mantra mudra is a popular secretarial handprint in Taoism and military schools. It is from Ge Hong's "Baopuzi Inner Chapter" in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. How could Huang Chang not know about Taoism in the past, and he has already created a powerful practice with this.

As for the nine-character mantra in Japanese ninjutsu, "pro, soldier, fight, person, all, array, column, in, front", the last two words were copied by mistake when it was introduced to Japan from China.

Dou Jiu Seng and Huang Chang, one is a master of Buddhism, and the other is a great master of Taoism. The two instantly fought dozens of moves with handprints. Unlike those masters in the rivers and lakes, the two of them were obviously powerful every time they collided. It is huge, but not even a porcelain cup in the room has been broken. This is the difference between great masters and ordinary masters. They can perfectly control every ounce of strength and do not waste a single bit of true qi on things other than the target.

"You two, please stop." Zhao Gou felt that the time was almost up, so he stood up to stop him, and if he really wanted them to fight again, it might really cause any damage.

"Jiuyang Zhenjing, it really lives up to its reputation." In the blink of an eye, Huang Chang had returned to Zhao Gou's back. There was a faint feeling of heat in his arms. Obviously, the other party's Jiuyang Zhenqi had invaded his tendons, and his brows were slightly wrinkled. The nine yin infuriating qi in the body circulated, and the hot qi above the arms was expelled.

"The monk was too outspoken back then, and it seems that he didn't understand the essence of the Nine Yin Sutra." The wine-drinking monk returned to his sloppy appearance, took down the big jug and took a sip of wine. Frozen meridians.

Zhao Gou was overjoyed and said: "Haha, I have two people to help you, why worry about the future!"

The doujiu monk smiled slightly: "In the past, the royal family of Zhao and Song Dynasty was kind to the ancestors of the poor monk. The poor monk came here to pay for this cause and effect, and then he will travel the world." His meaning is also very clear, he will only help This time, since the two do not owe each other, let Zhao Gou not have the thought of using him as a thug in the future.

Zhao Gou smiled and said: "

This is natural, after the event is completed, how can I forcefully pay attention to the monk. Just as he was about to find someone to prepare a vegetarian food and wine feast to entertain the two of them, the wine-fighting monk said to Huang Chang, "Just after the first battle, the poor monk suddenly had a lot of feelings in his heart. Brother Huang, would you like to talk at night by candlelight?" "

Huang Chang rarely smiled: "I can't ask for it."

Then the two of them ignored Zhao Gou directly, and walked out in unison. From time to time, sound fragments came:

"The lonely yin does not grow, and the lonely yang does not grow. Xiao Seng feels that the harmony between yin and yang is the right thing."

"Otherwise, I view the universe as vast, and the entire universe is definitely yin and yang declining, not in balance."

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Looking at the figures of the two leaving, Zhao Gou did not get angry at all, but looked at the direction of Jiafu in the south of the city from a distance, with murderous secrets in his eyes.

Besides, in Chengdu City, Shen Bijun got onto the bed coyly, Song Qingshu naturally turned over and hugged her beautiful body in her arms, which caused her heart to tremble.

Fortunately, the other party didn't take any further action, and Shen Bijun breathed a sigh of relief. His heart was pounding, and he thought about it in the middle of the night, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

Song Qingshu couldn't sleep. Although he didn't have any information on this, he had a strong feeling that the succession ceremony of Wudang Sect Master would definitely not be smooth sailing.

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