Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 136 Zhao Kuo's Brain Hole

Song, the third year of Kaixi, the winter moon
A few days ago, it snowed heavily in Lin'an for three consecutive days, and it hasn't cleared until now.

Under the sun, the inside and outside of Lin'an City were covered in white snow and ice.

On the streets in the city, every household was clearing the snow in front of their doors, and the servants of the yamen also pushed carts to clear the piled up snowdrifts.

There were also quite a few naive children who fought in the snow while there was still snow, laughing and laughing peacefully.

The Phoenix Mountain outside the city is completely silent, only the Xuanyuan Temple on the mountainside of Wansongling, and the faint sound of morning classes can be heard.

The scholars who blocked the main entrance before did not come back because of the heavy snow.

"Wow~"

The high-pitched jitter suddenly sounded.

The people in the city seemed to pause for a moment, then looked up and looked around.

"Over there, it's the divine bird and the national teacher!"

"Hey! What kind of national teacher, that's the way of the demon!"

"Is there a corrupt official in your family?"

Most of those who call the national teacher are ordinary people.

Most of the people called Yaodao are scholars.

And the peaks of Fenghuang Mountain outside the city were also disturbed by the yelling of eagles.

Some rabbits, pheasants and other things ran out of their hiding places in a panic and ran around.

On the square of the main hall of Xuanyuan Temple, Wang Chongyang, who was leading his disciples to do morning lessons, also paused when he heard the hawk chirp.

Then he signaled the doorman to continue, got up and moved to the edge of the square, came to a nearby open space, and waited for Xiao Jin and Huang Lin to come down.

In just ten days, Wang Chongyang's beard and hair were already black.

Holding a whisk in hand, wearing a thin Taoist robe of Quanzhen, flicking around in the cold wind, coupled with the snow on the surrounding vegetation and temples, like a fairy.

Xiao Jin circled at low altitude, Huang Lin jumped down and landed floatingly.

"Really, are you all right?"

"Fellow Daoist, are you all right?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The two spoke at the same time, and then laughed at the same time.

All the disciples of Quanzhen in the square were not in the mood for morning class, and turned their heads to look.

"Let's go, go to our courtyard to chat, and let's not affect your disciples to do their homework."

Huang Lin made a salute with a smile, and then said.

"Okay, let's go, it happens that Pindao also wants to hear about the cultivation of gods."

Wang Chongyang saluted back, waved his sleeves, and walked side by side with Huang Lin.

Then he turned around and said hello.

"Zhiming, bring some tea and fruit plates to the main courtyard."

It was only after being so close that Huang Lin felt that there was a thick and fiery aura hidden under Wang Chongyang's extremely restrained aura.

This is really great!

"Friend Xuanyuan."

Before entering the courtyard, Wang Chongyang suddenly stopped Huang Lin at the door.

"Ok?"

Huang Lin was a little unknown, so he stopped and turned his head to look over.

Wang Chongyang usually only called him fellow daoist, and rarely used his surname or daoist name.

"Poverty Dao is now all suffering from illnesses, all of which depend on fellow Taoists, please be worshiped by the Chongyang Festival!"

Wang Chongyang bowed solemnly and made a big salute.

"Don't! Real people don't want to do this. If you really want to count, Huang has also benefited a lot from the real people."

After dodging to the side to avoid Wang Chongyang's big gift, Huang Lin went on to say:

"Besides, if it wasn't for the real person, Huang might not be able to come back at this time!"

"Oh? Fellow Daoist, tell me carefully."

Seeing this, Wang Chongyang didn't press anymore, and asked about Huang Lin's cultivation of gods.

"Go in and talk, please!"

"Pindao is impatient, please!"

Entering the gate of the house, bypassing the screen wall, the two of them sat down in the gazebo in the vestibule without entering the house.

After a while, Liang Zhiming, a third-generation disciple of Quanzhen, brought a tea and fruit plate.

After putting them on the stone table one by one, and putting the kettle behind the charcoal stove, Liang Zhiming bowed and left.

"Speaking of which, Huang has survived a near-death this time."

After saying a word, Huang Lin picked up the teacup and took a sip, waiting for Wang Chongyang to enjoy it.

But who is Wang Chongyang, silently tasting the tea in the cup, without even looking at him.

Huang Lin:.
What about the tacit understanding between people? !

I gave you a hug last time!

Seeing that the other party did not give the ladder, he rolled his eyes and raised his voice slightly and said:

"It can be regarded as a blessing, unexpectedly discovered the secret of enlightenment."

"puff"

Wang Chongyang spat out a mouthful of tea.

Fortunately, when he turned his head in a hurry, he immediately swung the dust whisk to blow away the water vapor.

"What did you say? Is there a clue?!"

He couldn't hold back any longer, he didn't even call his fellow daoist, and he didn't put down the teacup in his hand, so he asked very fast.

"Yeah, I have some eyebrows."

After Huang Lin finished speaking, he stopped again.

He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the tea in his hand, as if there was something strange in it.

"Hey, hey, he's a poor daoist, fellow daoist, don't be a fool."

Knowing that he did it on purpose, Wang Chongyang smiled and begged for mercy.

Huang Lin smiled proudly and told the details of the situation during the soul refining.

"Then what are you going to do now? Continue to temper the bones? Or refine the soul? Or explore the method of enlightenment?"

After Wang Chongyang listened to Huang Lin's soul refining process, he asked him his next plan.

"Of course it's bone-hardening, but I've finished drinking the snow lotus wine, and I want to go to Tianshan to retreat after this batch of wine is soaked."

"Oh? But go to Tianshan to look for Xuelian?"

"There is this reason, and more importantly, I want to find the remains of a sect to see if there is any inheritance left in it."

"Tianshan? Was there any sect there before? How come the poor have never heard of it?"

Wang Chongyang pondered for a long time but couldn't think of any big faction there.

"Xiaoyao Sect, Brother Duan Zhixing should know this sect, but it should have been exterminated for decades, and I don't know the specifics."

Huang Lin thought for a while, he really didn't know how the Xiaoyao faction was destroyed.

The biggest possibility should be that Xu Zhu didn't have that management experience, so he was counterattacked by the people from Island 36 in the 72th hole.

"Happy School? It seems to be my Taoist sect?"

"That's right, they have a kung fu method, which should be of some help to the awakening, so Huang wants to try his luck."

Nodding his head, Huang Lin expressed his plan.

Tianshan Mountain is sparsely populated, there are snow lotuses, and the aura is not bad. You can also check the ruins of the Vulture Palace to try your luck. It is a good place for retreat.

"Fellow Daoist is on the safe side. He is not in a hurry to train God. The poor Taoist was originally afraid that you were in a hurry to train God, so he wanted to advise you. It seems that you are just worrying about it."

Wang Chongyang stroked his black beard and said in admiration.

"Oh? Mr. Huang just thinks that the cultivation must be done step by step. I don't want to start cultivating the gods before the foundation is not stable. Is there any danger in it?"

"That's right, do you know why, with the strength of the ancient Tubo Buddha, his lifespan is as long as that of ordinary people?"

Hearing this, Huang Lin thought for a while before answering:
"Seizing the home should be one of the reasons."

"Also... Could it be that because of the strength of the soul, the cultivation of the physical body has not kept up?"

After finishing speaking, he looked up at Wang Chongyang, and saw him nodding his head and explaining:
"You can understand the relationship between the physical body and the soul as a wine jar and the wine inside. Once there is too much wine, the wine jar will be cracked."

Huang Lin nodded. He had vaguely guessed this before, but he was not sure.

Anyway, he didn't intend to practice God first.

The next day.

After handling the political affairs, Zhao Kuo came to Xuanyuan Temple.

"The weather is cold and the snow is thick. Why don't the officials come here in person? Wouldn't it be good to send someone to summon you if something happens?"

Huang Lin's tone was reproachful.

The lord of a country braved the cold wind and climbed up the mountain to come to him in person. It is impossible to say that he has no feelings.

"Haha, it's okay, I'm in very good health now, this road is nothing."

Zhao Kuo laughed boldly and waved his hand.

"The official is here, but do you have something to order?"

Knowing that there was nothing important and that Zhao Kuo would not come all the way, Huang Lin asked directly.

"It is true that I need to ask the national teacher for something, and this matter must be done by the national teacher."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Kuo glanced left and right.

Si Miandang even led the people to scatter far away.

Seeing that he was so solemn, Huang Lin raised his true energy and sensed it.

There was no one hiding nearby.

"Safe, please tell the officials, if Huang can do it, he will do it!"

It should be a major national event, Huang Lin's face immediately became serious.

Sure enough, I heard Zhao Kuo say:
"Last month, Mongolia launched an offensive on the northern border of the Kingdom of Jin. The Kingdom of Jin retreated in a row, losing countless cities and territories."

"There are two factions within the Kingdom of Jin, and one faction insists on raising troops to the north to regain lost ground!"

"The other faction intends to go south, and wants to attack my Great Song Dynasty to recover the losses!"

Hearing this, Huang Lin bowed his head in thought.

Is it early?

That's right, Liu Chuxuan and Qiu Chuji went to Mongolia for more than three years!
Come to think of it, Temujin was influenced by them!

"What does Huang need to do?"

Withdrawing his thoughts, Huang Lin looked up at Zhao Kuo.

Then the other party took out a map from his sleeve, spread it out on the stone table, pointed at the map and said:

"Haizhou, Dangshan, Sishui, and Fengxiang are all food and grass areas on the southern line of the Kingdom of Jin."

"Does the official want someone to destroy it? Then make it impossible for the Kingdom of Jin to go south?"

Huang Lin immediately thought of riding Xiao Jin to scatter the sky fire, and then burn the food and grass on the ground.

Zhao Kuo smiled mysteriously and whispered:

"The national teacher's biological means out of thin air, I still remember it fresh!"

"Can you collect all its food and grass, and then bring it back to my Song Dynasty?!"

　Thank you "誮无风" for rewarding again!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)