"Oh?" Huang Chang was a little surprised. His opponent's tone seemed to be comparing that person to himself. It seemed like they were both Great Grandmasters. However, in the entire world, there were only a handful of people at his level. Half of them had already become one? Huang Tu asked, "Who is that person?"
"That person will enter the palace today. It's about time," Zhao Gou answered.
Huang Chang looked outside and said in a low voice, "He's already here."
"Amitabha. Master Huang's skills are indeed profound. I purposely hid my aura, but I was still discovered by you." A burst of laughter came, and soon, a person dressed like a monk walked in from outside.
It was said that he was dressed like a monk, but not a monk. The main reason was that this person looked a little strange. He was obviously bald, and there were traces of a ring scar on his head, but he was slovenly, which was a great contrast to the normal monk's attitude. More importantly, he had a huge wine gourd hanging on his waist. How could there be a monk who drank wine in this world?
Huang Chang thought of someone from his aura and coldly said, "You were the one who said that my 'Nine Yin Manual' was too soft, so you created another 'Nine Yang Divine Skill'?"
The monk was startled, but he was calm. "Master Huang, you have good eyes. You immediately saw through my background. Yes, I had a drinking contest with Wang Chongyang and beat him. I borrowed the Nine Yin Manual to read, and I did sigh. "
It turned out that he was the Drunkard Monk who won the Nine Yin Sutra from Wang Chongyang. After reading it, he was inspired and created the Nine Yang Sutra.
If Song Qingshu were here, he would definitely sigh in amazement. This was what a true grandmaster was like. The Five Aces of the Chinese Plains were very famous in the world of martial artists, but aside from Wang Chongyang, the others had studied Nine Yin Manual for decades, and their martial arts often improved by leaps and bounds. But in the end, Wang Chongyang managed to master the entire Nine Yin Manual in just a few days. The Drunken Monk was even more ridiculous. He spent half a day flipping through it before he went back and created Nine Yang Divine Skill, which was at the same level as him.
"Since you look down on my 'Nine Yin Manual', I'd like to see how capable you are." Just as Huang Chang finished speaking, he had already appeared in front of the monk. A pair of pitch-black hands that seemed to have come from the depths of hell gave off a demonic glow as they grabbed at the monk's major acupuncture points.
Zhao Gou, who was sitting on the throne, felt the air in the room become extremely viscous. He could not help but frown. He knew that this was Huang Chang's domain. To a certain extent, he had changed the rules of the surrounding environment. He had not expected him to be so merciless.
These two people were his greatest support. If both of them were injured later, wouldn't all of his plans go down the drain?
He wanted to open his mouth to stop him, but Zhao Gou kept his mouth shut in the end. After all, it was rare for people of this level to exchange blows. The plan that followed was abnormally dangerous. He wanted them to exchange blows to understand the characteristics of each other's martial arts so that they could work together better.
"Amitabha!" The monk put his palms together and chanted the name of Buddha. His sloppy appearance instantly transformed into a solemn and dignified one. Waves of golden light radiated from his body, dispelling the dense black Qi brought by his yellow robe.
“?? , ma, ni, pad, mi,? Play?
Fat dregs?? Zhi Huang = Ke Ya Long Finger Cluster Bloated??? Narrow Great Garden Spear Stick??? Wooden Ping Pong Drop Kiss?
Huang Chang's expression changed slightly. Although his Nine Yin White Bone Claw had great destructive power, it had been created with some strange evil Qi. When it came into contact with the Buddhist Treasure Seal, it actually seemed to be suppressed.
"Hmph! The Buddhists have seals, but we Taoists don't? " Huang Chang's reaction was fast. The Nine Yin White Bone Claw instantly changed into a mysterious seal. The ghostly Qi suddenly became somewhat otherworldly. "Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Qian, Xing!"
The Nine Secret Seal was a popular seal used by the Taoists and the Military School. It came from Ge Hong of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
How could Huang Chang not know about it when he was cultivating the Daoist Canon? He had already created a powerful technique based on it.
As for the Nine Secret Seals of Japanese Ninjutsu, "Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Zhen, Lie, Zai, Qian", it was originally brought into Japan from the Central Plains.
The Doujiu Monk and Huang Chang, one was a Buddhist master and the other was a Daoist Grandmaster. The two of them exchanged dozens of moves in an instant using hand seals. This was different from those masters in Jianghu, who fought with flying sand and rolling stones. Every time they collided, the power was huge, but not a single porcelain cup in the room broke. This was the difference between a Grandmaster and a normal Grandmaster. They could perfectly control their strength and not waste a single bit of true Qi on something other than their target.
"The two of you, please stop." Zhao Gou felt that it was about time and stood up to stop them. If they really continued fighting, they might really get hurt.
"The Nine Yang Manual lives up to its name." In the blink of an eye, Huang Chang had already returned behind Zhao Gou. His arms were faintly burning. It was obvious that his opponent's Nine Yang Genuine Qi had invaded his meridians. He frowned slightly and circulated the Nine Yin Genuine Qi in his body, expelling the heat from his arms.
"Back then, you were too arrogant. It looks like you did not understand the essence of the Nine Yin Manual." The Drunkard Monk returned to his sloppy appearance. He took down the large wine pot and drank a mouthful of wine. He also circulated his inner power to activate the slightly frozen meridians in his arms.
Zhao Gou was overjoyed and said, "Haha, with the two of you helping me, I will not have to worry about not being able to accomplish great things in the future!"
The Drunkard Monk smiled slightly. "In the past, the Zhao and Song Royal Families were kind to my ancestors. I am here to repay this karma. After this, I will travel the world." The meaning behind his words was clear. He would only help Zhao Gou this once. After this, they would not owe each other anything. He did not want Zhao Gou to think of using him as a fighter in the future.
Zhao Gou smiled and said, "Of course. After this is done, why would I force you to stay?" Just as he was about to find someone to prepare vegetarian food and wine for the two of them, the Drunkard Monk said to Huang Chang, "After the battle just now, I suddenly had many thoughts. Brother Huang, would you be willing to talk through the night?"
Huang Chang gave a rare smile and said, "I couldn't ask for more."
Then, the two of them directly ignored Zhao Gou and walked out at the same time. From time to time, fragments of voices could be heard.
"Solitary Yin does not give birth, solitary Yang does not grow. I feel that the balance of Yin and Yang is the correct way."
"Otherwise, I see that the universe is vast. The entire universe is definitely one where Yin flourishes and Yang declines. It is not in balance."
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Watching the two of them leave, Zhao Gou was not angry at all. He only looked in the direction of the Jia Residence in the south of the city. His eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Back in the city of Chengdu, Shen Bijun went to bed bashfully. Song Qingshu very naturally turned over and held her alluring body in his arms, causing her heart to tremble.
Fortunately, the other party did not take any further action. Shen Bijun breathed a sigh of relief. Her heart was thumping wildly. Her imagination ran wild for half the night before she finally fell asleep in a daze.
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