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Chapter 75: It's Thundering, It's Raining, Go Home and Collect Your Clothes

Shi Tai's 'why' also asked the aspirations of other people present.

After a question, everyone present stared at the nominal leader who was only seven or eight years old, and the dissatisfaction in their hearts seemed to be uncontrollable.

They don't mind if there is a leader who doesn't know how to do it. After all, it's okay for a layman to lead an expert, as long as you know that you are a layman and don't make trouble for them.

But you, a little guy who may not even know all the characters, don't want to be your nominal acting palace lord, but you want to point fingers at Daozang's compilation work.

If you say something lightly, you may just think it is fun, but it will ruin the hard work of so many people present for several months.

Why?
Just because you are the acting palace lord appointed by the emperor?Just because you are the chief steward who accepts the emperor's fate?

Seeing this delicate, stern, and unsmiling little guy in front of him, everyone present felt a burst of anger in their hearts.

However.
Facing the anger of almost everyone present, Huang Chang just ignored it.

He turned his head and glanced at Shi Tai, obviously sitting on the chair a few heads lower, but Huang Chang saw a sense of condescension at this glance.

"You want to know why?"

For some reason, Shi Tai was facing a little guy, but under this cold expression and indifferent tone, Shi Tai actually felt a pressure.

Subconsciously, this long-renowned Taoist expert in the Taoist school nodded after hearing Huang Chang's words.

"What did the emperor ask you to make up?"

Without answering, Huang Chang looked directly at Shi Tai and asked.

Shi Tai: "Longevity Daozang!"

Huang Chang: "What is the significance of the Longevity Daoist Collection?"

Shi Tai: "The foundation of the inheritance of the Taoists is the foundation of all generations."

Huang Chang: "Taoism exists, what is it pursuing?"

Shi Tai's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he replied with a hoarse voice, "Da Dao. Longevity!"

Huang Chang nodded, and casually picked up a thread-bound book on the table, "Then, can you tell me what is written in it?"

"Taoism." Shi Tai's voice trembled a little, not because he was afraid of Huang Chang, nor because he was worried about the little emperor's reprimand, but because he was afraid that he would almost destroy the foundation of Taoism for all generations.

"We. Reprogram!"

Under Huang Chang's cold gaze, Shi Tai lowered his noble head.

Huang Chang got up and jumped off the chair.

"If you want the method of martial arts, why do you need to compile a Daoist collection? There are so many martial arts in the world, how great it is to integrate a "Martial Classics"!"

After the words fell, Huang Chang didn't stop, and walked towards the outside of the banquet hall step by step with his short legs.

"Hmph! Don't want martial arts? What do you want? Spells? There are thousands of seekers today, who has really practiced spells?
Just talking but not practicing, if you have the ability, come and compile a "Wan Shou Dao Zang" that can teach people to become immortals! "

Being overwhelmed by a little guy who was only seven or eight years old didn't dare to vent, Xu felt that he couldn't save face.

After watching Huang Chang walk more than ten meters away, at the lower position of the main table, Yin Shisan, the eldest disciple personally handed down by the head teacher of Maoshan, couldn't help but underestimated in a low voice.

The sound was not loud, but everyone in the room was a person with internal strength, so they could hear it clearly.

Only, although they could hear clearly, no one spoke.

He was speechless when asked by a seven or eight-year-old doll. Although what the other party said was correct, did the people present have the slightest complaint?
What's more, the little doll is so small, no one thinks that the other party will have such superb martial arts, and the other party can't hear the low voice.

Therefore, even Yin Shisan's master, Mao Shan's current head teacher, did not say anything to reprimand him after he glanced at his apprentice.

However.
Just when everyone thought that the matter was over and the little guy was about to leave.

But seeing that Huang Chang, who was leaving, retracted the foot he had just raised, turned around, and gave Yin Shisan a blank expression.

There was no emotion in this glance, but Yin Shisan subconsciously panicked.

Immediately, a moment of resentment flashed in his heart again.

Thinking of him, Yin Shisan, as a direct disciple of the head teacher of Maoshan, he is already a first-class master in the Jianghu at a young age, and he is only half a step away from the top master.

But now he would be intimidated by a seven or eight-year-old doll, and it would be embarrassing to say it.

Thinking about it, Yin Shisan glared angrily, "What? Am I wrong?
Don't we want to leave some techniques of immortality in "Wan Shou Dao Zang"?It's just that in ancient times, only fairy tales have been seen, but no one has seen real immortals come to the world.

Especially nowadays, no one can perform the spells contained in the Dao Zang, so what can we do except to leave the true meaning of martial arts? "

Regarding Yin Shisan's words, little Lolita didn't refute, and didn't even give him a second look.

His eyes swept over Yin Shisan, paused for a moment on Mao Shan's head teacher, and then passed Wu Yazi, Shi Tai, and Zhang Dunfu one by one.

The corners of Little Lolita's mouth curled up slightly, a smile flashed away.

Raising his head, looking up at the sky, a childish voice resounded leisurely in the field.

"Thunder is coming, it's raining, everyone go home and collect your clothes."

After finishing speaking, the little guy stopped staying and turned around, leaving everyone with a chic back.

They left behind a bewildered crowd.

What do you mean?
It's going to thunder?

It's raining, go home to collect clothes?

What is this all about?
It's the twelfth lunar month, right?

Thunder in winter?Is this little guy talking in his sleep?
then
This idea just came up, before Yin Shisan could sneer.

"Boom!"

Above the nine heavens, there was a sound of thunder.

A bolt of lightning fell and landed on Yin Shisan. In an instant, Yin Shisan fell to the ground and convulsed. When the lightning dissipated, the only thing left on the ground was a charred corpse.

However, among the people sitting around Yin Shisan, none of them was even scratched by the lightning.

"Whoa!"

Before everyone could react from the shocking change, big raindrops fell from the sky, drenching all the Taoist priests who were innately inferior to drowned.

It's thundering, it's raining, everyone go home and collect your clothes!
Subconsciously, Huang Chang's words rang in everyone's minds.

The words were still in my ears, but all that was left in front of my eyes were the rain covering the sky and a charred corpse struck by lightning.

"This"

This astonishing scene left everyone on the field at a loss.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, thunderstorms in winter are obviously not natural phenomena.

In particular, the rain curtain covering the sky was only splashed in the garden occupied by the banquet venue, and there was no drop of rain falling outside the courtyard separated by a wall.

Calling the wind and calling the rain, calling for thunder, this kind of method is something they have never heard of or seen before.

"Could it be that there are really immortals in this world?"

Thinking of what the little emperor said before when he arranged for Huang Chang to preside over the compilation of Dao Zang, subconsciously, many people from the Dao sect present believed him a little bit.

At the same time, they were even more in awe of the little emperor who seemed to have some connection with the immortal!
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