Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 902: If you can’t do it hard, come soft

After the old immortal master left, Li Ping pulled Li Feng to the door and asked in a low voice.

"Is that martial artist really Zuo Wusheng?"

Li Feng looked up at his father, nodded and whispered.

"Yes indeed..."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? When did you meet him? He couldn't be a liar, right?"

"Impossible! Daxia Zuo is not a liar. We have known each other for a long time. He also lived in Nichen Temple before. I met him when I went there. He also saved my life. Then Huicheng A monster appeared inside, and Master Zuo found a flat staff and knocked it to death with one blow! ”

Li Ping nodded thoughtfully and patted Li Feng on the shoulder.

"Okay, you go down first. Daddy will let the kitchen cook another table of delicious dishes tonight. You talk to the hero Zuo first, and I will personally invite him when my father comes back later."

"Dad, do you want to go out?"

Hearing Li Feng's words, Li Ping smiled and rubbed his head.

"Yes, dad had something to do and needed to go out for business, but Tang Xianchang's visit delayed him. Don't worry, dad will come back as soon as he goes."

Li Ping left the official residence in a hurry, but did not go to the official office. Instead, he went straight to the palace. However, he did not go to see the emperor, but went straight to a place in the palace called Tianjian Pagoda. It was a Buddhist pagoda. Master Shimoyun usually practices here.

Judging from the reaction of Immortal Tang just now, the Zuo Wuji mentioned by Li Feng was probably not a fake, so after careful consideration, Li Ping thought that the safest thing to do was to confirm this matter with Master Moyun.

Li Ping had just arrived near the pagoda, and his mind seemed to be a little calmer. There was a faint sound of Buddha's voice coming from the pagoda. There was a young monk standing outside the pagoda. When he saw Liping coming, he took the initiative to step forward.

"Sir Li, I feel that a visitor is coming, so I have been specifically asked to wait here. Please come in, Mr. Li!"

"Oh, thank you Master Puhui."

"Mr. Li, you're welcome, please!"

The young monk opened the door of the pagoda for Liping and extended his hand to invite Liping in very gracefully.

Li Ping followed the monk into the pagoda, and then went up layer by layer. He did not reach the top floor, but stopped on the third floor, where the holy monk Moyun lived on weekdays.

"Dong dong dong..." "Master, Mr. Li is here!"

The young monk knocked on the door and announced, and the voice of monk Moyun came out.

"Come in!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened by itself. Monk Moyun was sitting on a futon facing the door, opening his eyes and looking towards the door.

"National Master, Liping has taken the liberty of visiting!"

Even though there are many immortals in the country now who have come to live in the Xia Yong Dynasty to determine the destiny of the world, the holy monk Moyun who has been assisting the Xia Yong royal family many years ago is still the national teacher of the country, and the current emperor has never changed The idea of ​​​​the National Preceptor, the high officials in the DPRK also respected the Imperial Preceptor, including Liping naturally.

"Well done, King Buddha of the Ming Dynasty, Mr. Li came in a hurry, but what's the emergency?"

Monk Moyun didn't use any Dharma eyesight. Just by seeing the sweat on Li Ping's forehead and panting slightly, he knew that he had come all the way.

"I can't hide it from you, Imperial Master."

Li Ping glanced back subconsciously, and then took a few steps closer to the Imperial Master.

"National Master, you should still remember that Tang Immortal wanted to accept the child as his disciple, right?"

Monk Moyun frowned slightly.

"Master Li, I should have warned you not to talk too much about your son's affairs in court."

Li Ping showed shame.

"Yes, yes, the Imperial Master did warn him, but Li made a drunken statement at the banquet where His Majesty received the immortal masters who came down to earth. Alas..."

Old Monk Moyun looked at Liping indifferently. It was unclear whether he really made a gaffe while drunk, but it was a done deal and he didn't want to say anything about it.

"Then Immortal Tang is indeed very good. You, Mr. Li, should be very happy. Why do you seem to be worried?"

Li Ping actually concealed his expression very well, but Old Monk Moyun could tell at a glance that he had something on his mind. Sure enough, after being exposed, Liping also saved the polite words he was planning to use around the corner.

"National Master, to be honest, Li is in a bit of a dilemma right now. Originally, Immortal Tang was very fond of his son's coming to Beijing. It was a good thing that the ancestral graves of my Li family were smoking, but he has always disagreed to worship Immortal Tang. As a teacher..."

Monk Moyun looked at Liping. If the other party had asked him to persuade Li Feng, he would never move away. However, Liping's next words soon let him know that he was wrong.

"Li thought he was afraid of life as a child, but he didn't expect that he was obsessed with learning martial arts. Originally, martial arts were nothing more than ordinary skills, so it would be best for him to learn from immortals, but he didn't expect... I didn't expect that the person who taught martial arts to children would be The lord of martial arts, the world-famous hero Zuo Wuji!"

Monk Moyun's droopy eyes suddenly widened.

"What? Zuo Wuji? Mr. Li, you..."

Old monk Moyun stopped mid-sentence, but grabbed the rosary beads and kept moving them, muttering Buddhist scriptures in his mouth,

After a moment, he raised his head again and looked at Liping in shock.

During the sutra recitation and calculation just now, Monk Moyun seemed to be able to see a blurry sky and blood rising in the distance. The light of martial arts spread out all his sutra and fantasy, shaking him out of his state of meditation.

"This martial arts master is probably not the Martial Saint himself, but also a martial arts expert who is almost the same!"

"National Master, is this martial arts a minor skill in the ordinary world? Nowadays, people are building Confucian temples and martial arts temples, and they all say that the tripod will determine the fate of civil and martial arts, but Li still has a lot of doubts about this. Can martial arts and martial arts really be used by this? Upgrade?"

Monk Moyun shook his head slightly. Even capable officials in the court like Liping still had a little understanding of this, let alone others.

"Master Li, the so-called civil and military fortune is the great fortune that tells the heaven and earth to determine the universe. It is the cornerstone of the true rise of the human race. It cannot be achieved without infinite wisdom and endless opportunities, but that Yunzhou Dazhen can actually create This earth-shattering move is indeed worthy of the homeland of the two saints of civility and martial arts..."

Master Moyun paused for a moment before continuing.

"Master Li must have heard of these two sages of civility and military affairs many times. One is Yin Zhaoxian, the leader of the current Dazhen ministers. Master Li is also a scholar. What do you think of Mr. Yin?"

Li Ping thought for a moment before answering.

"Yin Gong's books and articles were secretly published in our Xia and Yong dynasties. Li was also lucky enough to read some of them. If you know people by observing their writings, they must be talented in the world and have the ability to educate the world. What's even more rare is that his writing is upright. It’s really rare to be awe-inspiring yet relaxed at the same time..."

"Well, I can also tell Mr. Li that if a scholar with great ambitions and integrity reads more of Yin Gong's articles, he will nourish his righteousness and cultivate his spirituality through reading. After Dazhen became a Zen monk and established Confucian temples in various places, , this kind of power will go further, and even the world's good articles will gradually help readers gain spiritual power, which is no longer illusory."

"What about the Martial Saint?"

Old Monk Moyun looked at Liping calmly and did not directly say anything about Martial Saint Zuo Wuji.

"Martial arts and literary arts are slightly different. You can achieve martial arts, temper yourself, and be brave and diligent, like fire and dragons. Martial arts is the way of strength. It is the way for the strong to be the first to punch and break the shackles. The spiritual world used to say, Martial arts is a minor skill in the world. This may be true, but martial arts is definitely not the case. Those who practice martial arts without knowing its meaning are just practicing martial arts, while those who understand its meaning and are determined to make progress will have a martial soul and a martial arts..."

"What will happen to Mingwu Dao?"

Li Ping asked hurriedly, and the old monk Moyun just smiled.

"Lao Na said that martial arts is the way of strength. For a master like the Martial Saint, if a demon blocks the way, destroy the demon; if the demon harms others, kill the demon; if an immortal despises, he can kill the immortal... Martial Saint Zuo Wuji , the Black Wasteland Ten Thousand Monsters Banquet is famous all over the world, but because of the chaos caused by demons when traveling to Tianyuzhou, he was voluntarily captured by the demons and taken to the human and animal cave. After reaching the demon camp, his fangs were exposed, and from the demon cave Killing demons along the way, countless demons died under his hands. He used martial arts to write down the saint's principles in blood. All the warriors and mortals who witnessed him bowed down to him and called him "the saint of martial arts". The literary saint is the world's man. It's a compliment, but the Martial Saint kills it with one punch and one kick!"

Li Ping trembled all over after hearing this. Thinking of Zuo Wuji, who was fighting as a mortal in a cave filled with demons, he got goosebumps all over his body. He asked with a slightly trembling voice.

"Then, how does the Martial Saint compare to the Tang Immortal?"

Old Monk Moyun sighed. Mr. Li has become so snobbish after all. No wonder he only thinks that the other party has great literary talents after reading the Book of Literary Saints.

"Hey, Mr. Li is joking. In terms of magical changes, graceful expressions, Tang Xianchang is better than Zuo Wusheng, but in terms of cultivation and strength, I am afraid that even ten Tangpu will not be the opponent of Wusheng. What's more important What’s more, if the Martial Saint can stay in our dynasty, as long as he can regard himself as half Xia Yong, he will definitely win amazing military fortunes for the dynasty!”

Li Ping nodded and solemnly saluted the Imperial Master again.

"Thank you for your guidance, Imperial Master, Liping resigned!"

Master Moyun did not hold back and stood up from the futon to return the favor.

"Mr. Li, walk slowly, Prahui, send Mr. Li off."

"It's Master!"

Li Ping bowed out of the monk's room with courtesy, and then waited for Monk Puhui to close the door before going out together. After exiting the pagoda and saluting Monk Puhui, Liping hurried home without stopping.

At the same time, Ji Yuan was polishing ink in the house. There was "Sword Intention Calligraphy" on the table. In the past few days, he had to ink the small characters every day. In the previous battle, these characters had greatly damaged their vitality, but there was only one They were all so well-behaved, which made Ji Yuan feel very distressed. When they yelled, they didn't even feel that they were noisy.

"Dong dong dong..."

The door was open, but Zuo Wuji knocked on the door but did not go in directly. Ji Yuan did not raise his head, but just asked Zuo Wuji to enter the room.

"Come in, Master Zuo."

Zuo Wuji walked into the house and looked at the hundreds of small characters in the "Sword Intention Note". Each word seemed to have its own breathing rhythm, as if they were all practicing.

"Mr. Ji, I heard that Tang is here again today."

"Well, why are you looking for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com? Are you in a hurry?"

Zuo Wuji said helplessly.

"Although Li Feng is a bit rebellious, he was taught good etiquette by you and is very afraid of his father. He might just give up after a while. You also said that he can't learn the spirit control method at all now."

"Yes, so Master Zuo, when Liping comes to beg you, you must agree to him and accept Li Feng as your disciple."

"But the person Li Feng wants to worship is you."

Ji Yuan raised his head to see Zuo Wuji and continued to rub ink.

"Not to mention whether Li Feng meets Ji's conditions for accepting a disciple. Ji is now in a whirlpool and cannot take Li Feng with him. Moreover, he cannot teach immortal magic or practice martial arts. Where in the world can you have martial arts?" Lord Saint, is this better?"

Zuo Wuji smiled bitterly.

"Mr. Ji, please stop making fun of me. My reputation as a Martial Saint is nothing more than my reputation as a Martial Saint. Nowadays, the rumors are getting more and more exaggerated. You and Zhu Yan were fighting each other the day before yesterday. I could only run around on the ground." ..."

Ji Yuan's hand that was polishing the ink stopped at this moment. When he looked up, there was already a person leaning against the door, it was Zhu Yan with short white beard and hair.

"You Zuo Wuji can run away, which is already good, but you can go one step further and become stronger, so strong that it makes the real immortals and kings, the heavenly demons and the real demons tremble in fear!"

Zuo Wuji turned around slowly, looked at Zhu Yan warily, and sneered.

"We are still discussing how to teach Li Feng martial arts, but you really want to teach me martial arts?"

Zhu Yan looked past Zuo Wuji and looked at Ji Yuan who was holding the pen. The pen was lying across Ji Yuan's hand, but it was like a sword. There was a frightening sword intention permeating the air. He knew If you want to break through Zuo Wuji, the key is not the Martial Saint himself, but Ji Yuan.

"Mr. Ji, you and I wouldn't know each other without fighting. I've said it before, there are big secrets in the world, and you and I don't have to fight to the death!"

Zhu Yan felt that he might not be able to do it hard in a hurry, so he tried a soft one.