Chapter 60 New Changes in the Martial God Picture
"I handed the warlock over, and then he was taken away by a female official from the palace named 'Mochou'."
On the beam, Jin Jian said calmly.
The efficiency is very high... The face of "Mochou" flashed in Zhao Duan's mind, and he felt a little regretful:
This time I went to the palace to show off, but it was a pity that the other party was not there. A slap in the face or something like that would be the most satisfying thing.
"Has the identity of the warlock been confirmed?"
Jin Jian nodded: "It is confirmed that he is a fallen priest who is on the run and a member of the Dharma God Sect."
"Dharma God Sect?"
Zhao Duan heard this name for the second time and was thirsty for knowledge.
Jin Jian explained: "It is a warlock organization in the Jianghu, and it has some connections with my Tianshi Mansion..."
According to her, the founder of the Dharma God Sect seemed to be a powerful warlock in the Tianshi Mansion many years ago.
Because he committed a serious crime, he was deported and wanted by the Heavenly Master, defected into the Jianghu, and established the "Dharma God Sect".
Its members are mainly charlatans and renegade priests who have committed crimes and fallen for various reasons.
The reason why the black-robed warlock was hiding in the capital seemed to be related to his personal enmity, but Jin Jian said she didn't know the details.
"This matter is not my business."
The gold workers have nothing to do with themselves and just hang up high.
"So, Prince Jing's Mansion is suspected of colluding with the Dharma God Sect?" Zhao Duan frowned, but he was not surprised.
Since the "Eight Kings" are secretly accumulating power to fight against the Empress, in addition to firearms, they will naturally also need the help of monks.
"Perhaps." Jin Jian showed little interest in mundane things and said instead:
"I came to you because I have something to ask you."
"Speaking."
Jin Jian lowered his eyes, stared at him seriously, and said astonishingly:
"You were in the bamboo forest in the southern suburbs that day, why didn't you die?"
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At this moment, Zhao Duan, who was deeply buried in the tub, tensed up his muscles and was shocked. The other party's question was beyond expectations.
"What does the priest mean?" Zhao Duan pretended to be calm.
Jin Jian thought for a moment and said:
"That day, I happened to be near the bamboo forest in the southern suburbs. I caught a glimpse of the 'Earth God' coming from a distance. By the time I rushed over, it was already too late, but judging by the fluctuations in my mana, the 'Worldly' warlock had no mercy on you.
But you survived. Very... strange. "
This was the reason why she quietly followed Zhao Duan, intercepted Hu, and participated in the firearms maker's case.
The other party saw it... Zhao Duan's pupils shrank.
For him, the biggest flaw in traveling through time is to be injured but not die.
The explanation he gave to the empress was that he guessed that the "worldly" warlocks did not use all their strength, but he never thought that there was a "witness" named Jin Jian.
How to explain? How to deal with it?
There were beads of sweat on his forehead, which were mixed with the bath water, making it difficult to distinguish.
While he was racking his brains and squeezing his brain cells crazily, Jin Jian said to himself:
"I'm very curious. But now I probably understand. It's probably because your soul is innately powerful."
Zhao Duan: "Ah?"
Jin Jian looked thoughtful: "You have followed the royal martial arts heritage, and you have used royal martial arts when killing puppets on the long street, which shows that you are very suitable for that path. And as far as I know, those who are mentally strong , most suitable for the inheritance of the God of War.”
Zhao Duan: "Ah!"
Jin Jian's eyebrows relaxed:
"So, your innate soul is strong. Only then can you withstand the attack of the warlock's keen sea of consciousness."
Zhao Duan: "Ah, yes, yes!"
Jin Jian smiled broadly, showing the joy of solving the puzzle.
Last time, she went to the master with doubts, but the heavenly master said that she should observe and think about it. Now that she has the answer, the girl is naturally happy.
As for doubts about Zhao Duan, there was never any doubt from beginning to end.
In her opinion, it is normal for a weak practitioner to be unable to answer questions.
This face-to-face inquiry was more about confirmation and wanting to find someone to show off my intelligence to.
Phew...that's okay?
Zhao Duan sighed silently and made up his mind silently. If anyone asked him in the future, he would use this rhetoric.
With the doubts in his mind cleared, Jin Jian had no more thoughts and was about to leave.
Zhao Duan stood up and saw each other off. There was a splash of water, and he hurriedly sat back, clasping his fists and cupping his hands:
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I can't get up. I wonder if I can ask the priest to help me solve my problems if I have any problems in practice in the future?"
Personally passed down by the Heavenly Master... there is no reason for such top-notch people to put it on the lips without taking a bite. Jin Jian frowned: "The Tianshi Mansion does not accept outsiders."
When Zhao Duan was disappointed, he heard her say again: "But you can send a letter to Tianshi Mansion."
Connections +1
"Priest, move slowly!"
The golden slip said "En" reservedly, and the figure suddenly turned into starlight, penetrated the roof, and disappeared.
Zhao Duan squatted in the tub and called several times to confirm that the other party had "probably" left. Then he climbed out with his balls bare, put on his clothes and breathed a sigh of relief.
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At night, the lanterns are turned on, and the whole capital is covered with green gauze.
"call!"
In the bedroom, Zhao Duan blew the fire sticks and lit the lamps and candles on the table.
In the orange firelight, I sat cross-legged on the couch, exhaled silently, visualized the "Picture of the God of War" in my mind, and carried out today's practice.
When I opened my eyes, I was no longer surrounded by a bedroom at home, but the top of a towering green peak.
Ahead is the familiar sea of clouds and the rising dawn.
Whoosh...the wind blows the clothes.
Zhao Duan stretched his body. According to the usual practice, the "Emperor Taizu" in the painting will start to box, and he will also be pulled.
However, today, there is something different.
When the sun rose, the "Founding Emperor of Dayu" standing in front of him, with a tall figure, disheveled black hair and a strong warrior temperament, suddenly turned his head, glanced at him, and then jumped towards the sea of clouds.
The word "keep up" was clearly in his eyes.
"Where are you going?" Zhao Duan was confused. Seeing Emperor Taizu disappear, he gritted his teeth and jumped down.
Anyway, in the scroll, he will not die.
When he opened his eyes again, Zhao Duan was shocked to find that he was lying in an endless desert.
Within the field of vision, there is an endless sea of sand. When you raise your head, where is the sea of clouds?
Only a red sun rises.
His clothes were also changed into white robes, and there was a bag in his hand, which contained water bladders, dry food and other items.
"Hello?"
Zhao Duan sat up and saw Emperor Taizu dressed similarly to him.
At this moment, I have put my luggage on my back, taken big steps, and walked forward.
"Can you hear me? Where are we going?" Zhao Duan hurriedly followed, trying to ask.
He has tried similar conversations many times, but has never gotten a response.
It seems that the person in the painting is just an old image recorded separately.
"Is it similar to a game? I swallowed the morning glow and practiced boxing in the first scene. Now I adopt the morning glow and then enter the second scene?"
"Eunuch Hai said that "The Picture of the God of War" records the cultivation process of Taizu Taizu of Dayu... Am I equivalent to following the path of Taizu's cultivation again?"
Thoughts were rising and falling, Zhao Du followed silently.
Not long after, the red sun rose, emitting astonishing heat, and the entire desert turned into a furnace.
Zhao Duan was so dizzy from the heat that he could only rely on a water bag to quench his thirst.
Emperor Taizu in front was also sweating profusely, but his pace never stopped.
The two walked along a string of camel footprints on the dunes.
From early morning to sunset.
When the sun set in the west and the sky turned green, not a drop was left in Zhao Duan's water bag.
The temperature began to drop sharply, and the temperature difference between day and night in the desert was astonishing. It was very hot during the day, but very cold at night.
Zhao Duan imitated Emperor Taizu, took out a blanket from his bag, wrapped it around his body, and continued walking.
Until the night was dark and he almost collapsed from exhaustion, Taizu finally stopped, crossed his legs on the ground, and began to eat.
"Is this part of spiritual practice? Don't tell me that Emperor Yu really crossed the desert back then."
Zhao Duan tore the dried meat with his teeth and complained crazily.
And at this moment, Emperor Taizu, who was sitting cross-legged beside him, suddenly turned his head and glanced at him, with a hint of... disgust in his eyes?
“Look at the sky.” Taizu, who looked like a martial artist, said, then crossed his legs and looked at the sky.
The portrait actually spoke!
Zhao Duan was startled and subconsciously raised his head. He saw a cloudless sky above the yellow sand desert, and a spectacular star river like a waterfall, crossing the sky.
The stars are shining.
It was a starry sky he had never seen before.
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