Calamity Crown

Let Zhao Tuo be stigmatized.

When the man bowed his head, Goethe could see the light in his eyes clearly, and he was also a sinister one.

Goethe didn't have any affection for such a vile person.

In his team, he is enough to have only one vicious person.

leftover?

Must be kicked out.

and so--

"Sorry, you two."

"My husband, I feel sick."

"I'm really sorry to make you two come here for nothing."

Old Wang played the role of the butler again and appeared at the backyard door.

First he smiled apologetically, then nodded and bowed.

With that appearance, even if you want to get angry, you can't fault it.

What's more, Zhao Tuo and Zhao Cheng wouldn't get angry at all.

"is that so?"

"Since Mr. Mo is ill, I know some famous doctors who can treat Mr. Mo."

Zhao Nuo said.

"My uncle Baoshu himself is a Buddhist and medical practitioner, and his own martial arts are strong, so he should be able to handle Mr. Mo's illness with ease."

Zhao Cheng also said.

It was clear that the two were not going to just give up.

And that's why Goethe let Pharaoh come.

For others, it may not be able to connect smoothly. ....

At least, Lao Wang handed over again without changing his face.

"I'm really thankful to you two sons. My husband is just a little ailment. He made his own medicinal soup and retreated for a few days. It will be fine."

"At that time, how about the two young masters come to visit again?"

Saying that, Pharaoh bowed his hands again.

When it came to this point, Zhao Tuo and Zhao Cheng were helpless.

After leaving a name post with regret on his face, he got in the car and went home.

And the moment the curtain was lowered, the smiles on the faces of the two disappeared, and they became gloomy and indifferent.

"Hmm, no

Conscientious promotion. "

Either they are brothers, the two said these words almost in no particular order.

Then, start thinking together again.

Is Mr. Mo really sick, or fake?

Or more precisely...

hurt!

Almost instantly, the two thought of 'Longevity Tao, Taoist Lord.

No one thought that salted fish could turn over.

Although their aunt presided over the matter back then, but afterwards, they carefully read the files from different yamen gates, as well as the news obtained by their own people.

There are some strange things inside.

But one thing is for sure, "Longevity Dao, even if the Taoist master is not dead, he is abolished."

But who knows.

Ten years later, the other party unexpectedly made a comeback.

"Is "Longevity True Kung Fu" really so magical?"

The two pondered in their hearts.

Then, the two couldn't help thinking of Qingyuan Mountain.

'The Way of Longevity' is only one of the three inheritances of Qingyuan Mountain, besides 'The Way of Longevity', there are two more.

It's a pity that they can't get their hands on those two.

Because, it's all in the hands of their aunt.

"I'm at a loss."

The two brothers sighed in exactly the same way again.

And the subsequent arrangements are very similar.

"Let someone tell the Cao Gang to encourage the small forces below to visit that Mr. Mo continuously. If necessary, make a big noise and try to let the whole city know."

"Let someone tell the Salt Gang to encourage the small forces below to visit that Mr. Mo continuously. It is best to carry the coffin with the corpse. You must cry louder."

After giving the order, the two princes returned to their respective places.

The second prince is in Tianming Academy.

The third prince is at King Kong Temple.

The two have their own support, so naturally they have their own choices.

Unlike the elder brother who was born earlier, he naturally occupies the best position.

They can only choose to settle for the next best thing.

However, this time the loss was not small.

I'm afraid they will be beaten by their aunt.

The seventeen hidden strongholds are all gone. The three-year-old Beidou Division and Nandou Division have suffered heavy losses. The entire army is almost wiped out, especially the lost [Bao Card], which is enough to make their brother drink a pot of.

only……

Can't be too much.

Without the words of their elder brother to support their aunt, they couldn't bear it.

Thinking of this, the two began to write quickly at the same time.

It was written to that dear brother.

I also wrote to that aunt.

Of course, there is also a dear father.

Although that dear father no longer cares about the matter, he still needs to have the respect he deserves. ....

Work hard and pay attention to filial piety.

It was getting dark unconsciously.

The third prince, Zhao Cheng, was doing evening classes with the monks of King Kong Temple.

That earnest and pious appearance, especially under the candlelight, with the golden light shining on it, made the abbot of King Kong Temple nod again and again.

"Your Highness, be devout and hardworking, and you will reach the Arhat realm in a few days."

"The host is absurd."

"It's just that the exercises modified by the master are special, and they are too far from the Arhat realm."

Zhao Cheng explained softly.

Arhat realm, similar to the great master mentioned in the previous dynasty.

According to the royal secret record, it is a so-called legend.

There are very few people in the world who can reach this level, sometimes not even one in a hundred years. It was not until the appearance of their ancestor, the founding emperor, that this situation changed.

Although the great master is difficult, it is no longer a rare event in a hundred years.

As long as you are willing, you can always achieve it.

How can you give up?

[Treasure card]!

Find a suitable [treasure card], study hard, and you can always achieve it.

As a result, many people are eager for [Baoka].

But only the Daqian royal family knows, only the sixteen [treasure cards] they keep.

leftover?

There are also some possibilities, but only a few.

More?

That's the trail.

Just like his cheap master Baoxiang.

A famous master, one of the best in the world, why did he accept him as a disciple?

Isn't it just for the sixteen [treasure cards] kept in the royal family?

Zhao Cheng knew it well.

But more happy.

Because, he can also share the benefits.

Just like the current door's "golden bell cover", there were originally thirteen levels, starting from the sixth level, that is, one level and one mountain climbing, which cannot be broken by anyone with great talent and perseverance.

When studying [treasure cards], his master's treasure tree is only the tenth level, and after studying the fifth of the sixteen [treasure cards], he has reached the eleventh level a year ago.

Not only is there only half an inch left in the door, but the muscles all over his body are as strong as steel when hard, and soft as cotton wool when soft, invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, powerful like wind and thunder, and light in body like a feather, galloping on waves without falling, and more importantly Yes, there is a trace of magic.

He couldn't ask for that supernatural power.

However, he was eager to learn the improved golden bell jar.

Now we have reached the ninth level.

It's not far from the tenth level.

It is estimated that it will only take a year or two.

"Tenth level!"

Zhao Cheng yearned for it.

Don't look at the No. 11 level of Treasure Tree, but the Treasure Tree at the beginning reached the level of one of the best masters in the world relying on the golden bell cover of the tenth level.

If he reaches the tenth level, he will be able to do some things.

Thinking from the bottom of his heart, Zhao Cheng stopped talking and put his palms together to the abbot of King Kong Temple before leaving the hall.

And at this moment-

A gust of wind.

Not hurriedly.

The wind stopped.

Figures flashed.

Bronze mask, linen robes, tall and tall, standing with hands behind his back.

"stop!"

The host of King Kong Temple gave a loud shout and stood in front of Zhao Cheng. The monks in the temple surrounded him with sabers and long sticks.