The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 709 Long Nanshan's Enlightenment
Li Changan's cell phone flickered slowly. Long Nanshan had already called more than a dozen calls, but he didn't answer any of them.Now he has beer, popcorn, and grilled melon seeds on display, watching the upcoming martial arts blockbuster with relish, while Fangyazhai's place is full of awe.

Long Beihai was wearing an open-fronted samurai uniform and thin gold gloves. He stood at the gate of Fangya Zhai. He opened the gate directly. Even though the cold wind was blowing on his bare chest, he still felt his heart boiling.

A martial artist like Long Beihai is naturally full of expectations for the upcoming battle. Since leaving Tianlongzong, he has rarely had the opportunity to fight against others with all his strength. Those so-called masters in modern society are at best newcomers. It's not enough for a rookie who is arrogant inside.

Except for that Li Chang'an, who almost injured himself by letting him attack with all his strength.

A martial artist like Long Beihai likes opponents who are of equal strength but inferior. It is refreshing to fight like that, and there is a sense of accomplishment in defeating the opponent. This is like playing PK games. Those who are weak are boring, and those who are too strong are abused. .

And the Wudang Taoist disciple of the Gu family is the most suitable person for him to punch.

"Junior Brother Beihai, this opportunity is rare. We monks of Tianlongzong have a rare opportunity to make a move, and the chance of actual combat is even rarer. The abbot of the sect often said that you are a genius in martial arts, so this time you have an opportunity to fight. Be sure to grasp it well, it will be of great help to your martial arts." A monk with snow-white eyebrows who looked very young said softly.

Long Beihai hurriedly saluted: "Brother Baimei, I really don't know how to thank you for being able to come down to help me personally this time."

The white-browed monk smiled faintly: "This is out of the question, we are all senior brothers, and the relationship between the Long family and Tianlongzong is so close, of course I have to come in person."

As he spoke, he straightened up abruptly: "Besides, Wudang Daomen considers themselves to be a big sect of Daomen, and they have always dismissed our Tianlong sect's background of "entering the Tao through Buddha". This time, we want them to understand. Zong's skills, not afraid of their little tricks of Wudang Daomen!"

Long Beihai was so excited by what his senior said, he clenched his fists and said, "Exactly."

Unlike Long Beihai, who was so excited, Long Nanshan's face was gloomy from the beginning, and he was still depressed until now.

The defense and preparation of the entire Fang Ya Zhai was arranged by him alone, and it was also his strategy to invite the masters of Tianlongzong, but for some reason, he always felt something was wrong.

A wise man thinks a lot, and there is bound to be a mistake. No matter how confident he is in his own wisdom, Long Nanshan likes to think about the bad things first.

For so many years, he has been able to become the sole think tank of the Long family in the body of a mortal without any skills, it is because of this kind of caution.

Long Nanshan laid out a pair of ancient chess pieces in front of him. This is a pair of "Three Kingdoms Chess". It should be a game that was circulated in the ancient Chinese army more than 200 years ago, but it has been lost now.

On the chessboard of the Three Kingdoms, there are chess pieces from the three kingdoms of Wei, Shu and Wu, each fighting against each other, but chess players can combine other forces at will to destroy their opponents.

Long Nanshan has been playing on this chessboard for a long time.

"Wei, Shu and Wu, the Three Kingdoms fought in a melee, each with different strengths, and each country has its advantages and disadvantages." Long Nanshan set up the chessboard again.

He muttered to himself, and picked up a chess piece of Wei Guo: "Gu Xingchao's strength on paper in Jiangning is the strongest. There are more than 300 real martial arts disciples of Wudang Daomen, plus his time when he controlled the Longding Group in Jiangning. The layout, he is now like Wei Guo, the strength is the first."

Long Nanshan picked up Wu Guo's chess pieces again: "Brother and I are soldiers of the younger generation, just like the Sun brothers in Soochow. We rely on unity as one, with the help of the younger brother's soldiers from the division of the elder brother, and our strength is not weak .”

He finally picked up the chess pieces of the Kingdom of Shu: "Li Chang'an's side looks the most miserable. Now even the last piece of land is gone, just like Liu Bei. The only thing he relies on is the Youth Association and his own. Force is the weakest side."

At this time, Long Nanshan was completely misled by the wrong information arranged by Li Changan.

He looked at the chessboard and thought hard for a while: "This is strange, the state of Shu is powerless now, and the state of Wei is aggressive. Gu Xingchao gathered such a strong force and suddenly attacked me. The best strategy for Li Changan is not to unite us to fight against Gu Xingchao." ?”

"Uniting Wu against Cao is a strategy that has remained unchanged for thousands of years in the overall situation of the Three Kingdoms." Long Nanshan shook his head as he deduced the chess pieces.

"People like Li Changan, don't they even think of this?" Long Nanshan couldn't help rubbing his head: "But he hasn't shown up yet, and there is no news at all, and he can't get through the phone. It's not clear that he is out of the way ?"

During the deduction, Long Beihai came over with senior brother Baimei: "Second brother, don't play with those chess pieces, come and see my senior brother."

Long Nanshan hurriedly got up and said respectfully: "Master Baimei came to help this time, our Long family is very grateful, but the master must pay attention, Gu Xingchao's real martial arts disciples are good at formations, so they should not be underestimated."

These words were very sincere, but in Baimei's ears, the taste changed a bit.

"Second Young Master Long, could it be that you are worried about your strength?" Bai Mei said flatly, raising his right hand.

His right hand is very scary, like a piece of wood, crumpled and gray bark-like.

Long Beihai hurriedly said: "Senior brother, my second brother definitely doesn't mean that. After all, he has never practiced before, so he doesn't understand the power of the 'Withered Wood Fist' you practiced."

Although the white-browed monk looked as usual, this gentleman was very upset in his heart. He immediately pretended not to care, but he slapped a kumquat tree next to him with his right hand.

The kumquat tree, which symbolizes wealth and wealth, immediately withered under his punch, its branches and leaves scattered, and even the inside of the root became wood slag.

This is how powerful the "Dead Wood Boxing Technique" is. With one punch, everything turns into a dead tree. The white-browed monk has practiced this boxing technique for ten years, and he is indeed proud of himself.

At this time, Long Nanshan had already seen the character of this white-browed master. He was the kind of person who was calm on the surface but extremely inflated in his heart.

So he immediately showed an exaggerated shocked expression, looked at Bai Mei with a kind of "worship" eyes, and the flattering words in his mouth were like the Yangtze River rushing, or like the Yellow River, directly "smashing" Bai Mei.

Only then did Baimei go contentedly.

Long Nanshan gave a wry smile. This guy has strength, but he is too inflated and doesn't look very reliable.

He was even more distressed, turned around and played the chessboard again.

Long Beihai was dissatisfied: "Nanshan, why are you tinkering with these things? We are not pawns!"

Long Nanshan looked up as if struck by lightning, "Brother, what did you just say?"

Long Beihai was taken aback by him: "Second brother, are you too nervous? I just said that we are not pawns, but living people!"

"It's not a chess piece..." Long Nanshan's eyes were terribly bright: "Yes, I'm so stupid, I always regarded Li Chang'an as a chess piece on this chessboard, but he is not a chess piece, he is a chess player, we and Gu Xingchao are the chess pieces... ..."

(End of this chapter)