fifth form

In Chang'an City, many people watched Dong Zhongshu's jokes.

No matter how famous the talent was in the past, Nan Zhong Shu Bei Shen Pei knew the result when they met.

It only takes a short battle to go from a bustling crowd to a deserted one.

If it wasn't for an internal dispute within Confucianism, this battle would have discredited Dong Zhongshu.

"Fortune and misfortune always depend on each other, so look away!"

Zhang Xuezhou had no way of changing the internal disputes in the Confucianism sect, he could only persuade Dong Zhongshu to be more generous.

"I'm always dependent on misfortune, and I never saw happiness." Dong Zhongshu sighed: "I have been going smoothly for more than ten years, but I never knew that it was so desolate when I fell down!"

"It's good to save your life!" Zhang Xuezhou persuaded.

He couldn't help but also looked at Rong Tianding, Rong Tianding also felt sorry for him, but he was also fortunate.

Saving lives is really important.

Some people are not afraid of anything, it is just that they have not experienced death.

For anyone who has ever been near death or an elderly person, the greatest fear is death.

Correspondingly, Dong Zhongshu was lucky to be able to keep safe after the battle.

"Save your life, alas!"

Dong Zhongshu let out a long sigh, feeling that it was not easy to save his life.

It was hard for him to stabilize his body, and the fight with Shen Peigong worsened the symptoms in his body again, and he was reduced to the point of being a disabled person again. If it weren't for the nine-turn aiki technique to hang his life, it would be very difficult for Dong Zhongshu to survive.

Dong Zhongshu also had to be thankful that he was not a domineering person in the past, and when he was down, he was taken advantage of by others to add insult to injury.

"You used to recite the grave scriptures to heal your wounds. Why did your wounds keep recurring? Is it because you only prayed for General Li to stabilize his body temporarily?" Zhang Xuezhou asked, "Or you haven't fulfilled your wish yet. ?”

"My tomb scripture!"

Dong Zhongshu believed from the heart that it is not appropriate to tell others about his personal wish, but his wish to pray for the tomb scriptures has a certain relationship with his injury, but not so closely related.

The power of this kind of wish is similar to that of ordinary people praying to gods and worshiping Buddha, and Dong Zhongshu has no idea whether it is reliable or not.

"If you ask me like this, is it because your wish has come true?" Dong Zhongshu asked after thinking about it.

"My wish has come true." Zhang Xuezhou nodded and said, "Although I don't like it that much, but the power of my wish has indeed been fulfilled!"

"Is it really achieved?"

Dong Zhongshu was stunned.

Huang Lao's theory has metaphysics and mystery. Although it is widely spread, it is mixed with the "witch theory" factor mentioned by Zhang Xuezhou, which makes it difficult to distinguish whether the effect is real or not, and there are many false rumors that make it difficult to distinguish.

Everyone's current information comes from Zhang Xuezhou, and the source of Zhang Xuezhou's information is from Huainan Wang.

But the authenticity of this kind of information can only be determined by fate. It is actually difficult for everyone to distinguish whether it is true or coincidental. It is more of a belief that people will succeed.

If other people think so, Dong Zhongshu will think that the other party has a happy ending from his heart.

And if Zhang Xuezhou, the person who put forward the "Sorceress Theory", thinks so, it must be that Zhang Xuezhou has fulfilled his wish, and even the other party's wish has been fulfilled so that Zhang Xuezhou has no way to refute.

In other words, the "Grave Scripture" really played a role.

"Is there any abnormality when you realize your wish?" Dong Zhongshu asked in a low voice.

"I would like to tell you, but you may not believe me if I tell you this kind of thing, and you may not be happy if you hear it," Zhang Xuezhou spread his hands.

"I don't believe it? Am I unhappy?"

"I think it's hard for you to believe it, and you'll be unhappy." Zhang Xuezhou said, "Of course, if you force me to tell it, I can tell it."

"Then I really want to listen to it, and see how unbelievable and unhappy your wish has come true!"

Dong Zhongshu looked at himself, he felt that his fate could not be worse.

It was even worse to hear something, which was hard for him to believe.

Especially since it involves his Congxin theory of the "Grave Scripture", Dong Zhongshu felt that he needed one more reference, so that he could judge his own state more accurately.

"Since you are willing to listen, let me tell you about my unfortunate and bizarre experience..."

As long as things can be confirmed, the fight between Emperor Jing, King Liang, and King Huainan can make many people lose their heads.

It's not good for Zhang Xuezhou to talk about these things, but Zhang Xuezhou doesn't mind using this as a guide to discuss Huang Lao's studies with Dong Zhongshu more, and also seeks more possibilities.

He spoke in a low voice.

Dong Zhongshu frowned deeply. He repeatedly tried to stop Zhang Xuezhou from continuing, but he listened to the whole thing again.

It wasn't until Zhang Xuezhou mentioned that the wish power of the tomb sutra drew a sword and cut off the head of the white dragon transformed into King Liang, Dong Zhongshu felt a chill in his heart.

"Chi Xiao!"

Zhang Xuezhou's identity and status are difficult to enter the palace, so it is impossible to see the sword.

But Dong Zhongshu has seen it before.

This is the greatest evidence for Zhang Xuezhou's narration of this matter. Zhang Xuezhou, who has never seen the Chixiao Sword, described the shape of the sword, which is exactly the same as the Chixiao Sword in the Secret Pavilion of the Imperial Palace.

This made Dong Zhongshu have to believe that everything Zhang Xuezhou said was true, and did not suspect that Zhang Xuezhou was telling lies.

And this wish was realized with the help of Emperor Jing, and Jinkouyu's words could not be faked, which also proved the role of the tomb scriptures.

But as long as he thinks about the complex and intertwined relationship among them, and the death of Emperor Jing is closely related to it, and even involves the rebellion of King Liang, the matter of King Huainan, and even the fact that Emperor Jing has multiple bodies, Dong Zhongshu really wants to Never heard of these things.

"Anyone who gets involved in this kind of thing will lose his head, even the Zhu Jiu Clan." Dong Zhongshu warned in a low voice, "Don't go around talking about these things in the future, rot this kind of thing in your heart, and never mention it again!"

"It's not that the master is upright, so I'm just talking about it." Zhang Xuezhou was shocked and said, "Why? You actually believe such outrageous things without any doubt?"

"I believe." Dong Zhongshu nodded.

"Then you let me down too much!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked resentful.

His narrations were bizarre and outrageous, such as King Jing turning into a golden dragon, King Huainan turning into a horned dragon, and King Liang turning into a white dragon. Normal people couldn't believe it. For example, Rong Tianding listened as absurd things.

But Zhang Xuezhou didn't expect Dong Zhongshu to skip these absurd and unbelievable things and choose to believe directly.

This made Zhang Xuezhou full of complaints and unable to narrate.

"You're talking about the battle of 'luck'." Dong Zhongshu thought for a moment before saying: "This is similar to us monks using Yang Soul to fight with spells. The conditions for achieving this are extremely strict, but this kind of cultivation method does exist in the world. This kind of cultivation method is different from our normal cultivation, and it is difficult to achieve it, and more importantly, this kind of ability can only be exerted under certain conditions. If you do not practice other techniques, this kind of monk is almost equivalent to a disabled person."

Dong Zhongshu undoubtedly had a lot of knowledge, and he introduced the monks who practiced the 'luck' technique in a low voice.

The practice of luck is not to provide powerful combat power, but to control one's own luck, so as to make one's luck prosperous.

This belongs to Huangshu in Huang-Lao Zhixue, Huang in Huang-Lao Zhixue refers to the Yellow Emperor, and Huangshu also belongs to the extremely secret imperial art.

"Luck" only exists in a very small circle, and ordinary people can't even see this kind of art.

"Luck also has a drawback," Dong Zhongshu said in a low voice, "It is said that practicing this kind of technique to a certain extent can start the battle of luck, and the strong can kill weak practitioners through luck under certain conditions, even if it is separated by Thousands of Rivers and Thousand Mountains are no exception!"

"Is this a spell..."

"As long as you don't practice luck, you won't be able to target it. This is also the biggest difference between luck and spells!"

Emperor Jing is dead, King Liang is dead, and the life and death of King Huainan is uncertain. The new emperor has only ascended the throne for a few months at this time, and the ability of practitioners in the Han Dynasty is almost at the lowest level.

Without the restraint of the powerful, this is the best stage of practicing 'luck'.

Dong Zhongshu's fingers trembled slightly.

If he wants to realize his wish, he must at least be able to wait until it is realized.

It would mean nothing to Dong Zhongshu if his wish came true hundreds of years after his death.

Dong Zhongshu also had to consider all the troubles brought about by the practice of luck, and he even needed to avoid conflicts that would inevitably arise in the future, and he also needed to obtain the secret record of luck in the Royal Secret Pavilion.

"Dong Zhongshu, the half-month period has passed!"

When Dong Zhongshu was full of thoughts, he only heard a shout from outside the mansion, which made his complexion suddenly ugly.