Chapter 289: Lessons to Learn [Please vote for me! 】
This night, it was sleepless again.
The nine young people were in their own rooms. Unlike when they were eating, they could hug each other immediately. They were separated and defeated one by one. The situation was even worse than during the day. Eighty-eight indestructible bronze men suddenly came in from all directions, almost beating one out of ten.
The actual situation is that the other nine bronze men beat one of them, while Yan Shenbing had sixteen bronze men and beat him one by one.
So he was the one who was most seriously injured afterwards. Although he tried his best to protect himself by moving around, he was still beaten to the point of being bedridden, with his body covered in elixirs and bandages.
After the bronze men retreated, everyone gathered in Yan Shenbing's room, all with minor or serious injuries, to discuss the matter.
“It seems that this Bronze Man Formation is likely to stay with us for a while in the future, and we must discuss a way to deal with them.” Qi Yingwu had some bruises on his face, messy sideburns, and a noble look. The young master's demeanor was somewhat damaged.
"Yes." Yan Shenbing, who was lying on the bed, nodded calmly.
As a war tool specially trained by the military, he will not have any emotional fluctuations due to his injuries. He will just talk about his enemy skills in a calm manner.
“I found during the battle that their protective golden light has almost no weaknesses, and the only weakness is the lower body. If they attack there, they will have psychological fear and they will naturally retreat.”
After everyone listened to his experience and looked at each other's injuries, they probably understood why he was the only one who was beaten so badly.
There is a reason to be true.
Liang Yue said: "Their appearance is completely irregular, so we cannot be alone. I suggest that we still bind in groups of three. At least three people are active at any time, so that the Bronze Man Formation When they appear, we can cover each other and advance and retreat together."
He also received a few sticks, but it didn't matter because of Shang Qingtian's flexibility and being a warrior himself.
"Indeed, when we get together during the day, we can cope better than tonight." Shang Yunhai said, "It would be better for me to be in the same group as Junior Sister Wen and Junior Brother Liang."
"We three brothers should still be a group." Wu Handing said.
Although Lin Fenghe is also a disciple of Xuanmen, he has really gotten along well with his eldest brother and second brother these days.
It goes without saying that Qi Yingwu and Chen Xuanjiu had a tacit understanding, but Monk Yuansheng was a little embarrassed. There have always been many disputes between northern and southern Buddhism, and he himself once challenged Chen Xuanjiu. Although I didn't say it explicitly during this period, I was still comparing it secretly in my heart.
He and Chen Xuan were suddenly asked to form a team, and they were somewhat speechless. But now the teams have been divided over there. If he doesn't go with Qi Yingwu and Chen Xuanjiu, he will be alone.
At this time, it was Chen Xuanjiu who spoke first: "Senior Brother Yuansheng is with us, which just gives us one more warrior. This is good."
He and Qi Yingwu, two Qi refiners, found it difficult to deal with someone who broke through the restriction before. It is not a lie to have an extra warrior in the front row, which is indeed very useful to them.
But what he said mainly alleviated Yuan Sheng's embarrassment.
Monk Yuansheng immediately smiled and said: "You can rest assured that I am in front."
"There is one more important point." After the groups were divided, Yan Shenbing suddenly said again, Attracting everyone's attention, I heard him spit out two words: "Terrain."
"We don't know anything about Jilei Temple. We have no rules when retreating, but they know this place well, and they will be very calm when pursuing. ." Yan Shenbing said: "We need a topographic map of Ji Lei Temple."
Everyone nodded. It turns out that only professional people can think of professional things.
“Leave this to me.” Monk Yuan Sheng patted his chest, “I am very familiar with this place, and I will draw it for you later. Except for the forbidden area in the back mountain, there is no place that I cannot show you. "
With Monk Yuansheng as the leading party, it will be much easier for them to do things.
Liang Yue said again: "Are the members of the Tongren Formation always like this? If their golden bodies are branded with some kind of talisman, will they be removed when they are not fighting? We just After all, defense is a bit passive. Is it possible to find their home base and take the initiative? "
"I don't know much about this, but I can go and find out." Monk Yuan Sheng was a little surprised by his thinking. , "No one in our temple has ever dared to provoke the Tongmen." "The Tongmen will not suddenly come out and beat you up when the disciples in the temple are eating and sleeping, right?" Yan Shenbing said: "I support the righteous counterattack. Take the initiative!”
"Know yourself and the enemy, and you will be invincible in a hundred battles." Liang Yue muttered: "When we know enough about these bronze men, we will naturally no longer be afraid of them."
Monk Yuansheng listened to them During the conversation, I smelled a hint of danger.
This group of people are not soft persimmons, and they cannot allow the Tongren Formation to harass them every day. After hanging out with them for a while, wouldn't he be retaliated against if he returned to Jilei Temple?
As they discussed here for a while, the sky gradually became brighter.
The figure of Monk Kewu appeared outside the courtyard again, calling softly: "Everyone, the first day of practice has begun. Please follow me to Maitreya Hall."
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Ji Lei Temple is located in a remote place on the edge of the Northland, not close to the city.
The monks in the temple usually go down the mountain to purchase goods, but there is only one town called Moyun at the foot of the mountain. Relying on the support of monks, warriors, and believers coming and going from Jilei Temple, this small town has become quite prosperous in this area.
On this day, a tall and slender white-robed monk slowly walked through the busy city.
In Moyun Town, there is nothing unusual about monks. There are many disciples in Jilei Temple, and some of them come down the mountain every day. It's just that this young monk not only has a prominent figure, but also has a strong and handsome face, with his eyebrows and chin as if carved from white stone.
Everywhere you pass attracts attention.
If he knew his identity, the eyes of passers-by would probably be even brighter.
A close disciple of Han Longxiang, the abbot of Jilei Temple, is the youngest monk of his generation, so he can learn from it.
He was in his early twenties and his cultivation was close to that of a master. The monks in the temple often regretted that he was born a few years earlier. Otherwise, the leader of this battle to seize the city must be Uncle Kejian.
In comparison, the civilian scholar next to the monk seemed a bit inconspicuous.
He was wearing an ordinary Confucian shirt, and his face was quite handsome, but under the light of the monk, it was difficult for his thin figure to attract the attention of others. At this time, he was leading the way and talking about something.
After hearing what he said, the monk asked calmly: "Donor, you said that you got married three days ago. There were no monsters in the house before the wedding, and there were monsters in the house every night after the wedding?"
"Not bad." The scholar nodded.
"You and your wife got married after only knowing each other for two days?" the monk asked again.
"Not bad." The scholar nodded again.
“And when monsters cause trouble, your wife never appears together?” The monk asked again.
"Not bad." The scholar nodded again.
"Is it possible..." The monk slowly made a guess, "Your wife is the monster causing trouble?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible." The scholar this time Shaking his head very decisively, his tone was decisive and extremely confident.
"Why is the donor so sure?" His confidence made the monks feel a little unconfident, wondering if they had really missed something.
The scholar said in a matter-of-fact tone: "Because my wife is as beautiful as a flower!"
(End of this chapter)