Descendants of Daoism of Daqin

"Your Excellency is the class master of the Mohist school, right?" At this time, a young and gentle voice sounded in the class master's ear. He looked up and saw a young man wearing a blue Confucian shirt, with a delicate face like a woman, and a calm smile on his face. in front of the two.

"Exactly, I wonder if you are?" Master Ban asked the young man, his eyes resting on the Confucian shirt on his body.

The young master Chaoban bowed his hands and bowed: "I'm the Confucian little sage village, Zhang Liang, Zhang Zifang."

"Your Excellency is Zhang Zifang, the grandson of Zhang Kaidi in Korea, known as the brain of the Seven Kingdoms?" Master Ban was surprised.

"Exactly." Zhang Liang nodded with a smile.

Time passed as the sun moved westward, and it was time for a battle.

On the viewing platform, Xiaoyaozi sat cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and resting his mind, while the surroundings under the stage seemed a little noisy.

Suddenly, Xiaoyaozi's eyes opened, and all the masters who had reached the top level of martial arts in the arena felt it. A powerful and ethereal aura was slowly approaching. The arena was quiet, and everyone looked in one direction.

There were two figures floating over there, like phantoms, and they came to the viewing platform in a few moments, and the two figures also clearly fell into everyone's eyes. It was an old man in Taoist robes with white beard and hair but with a strong and resolute aura. , and a young man in Taoist clothes who does not show aura all over his body, as deep as an abyss.

It was Chisongzi and Su Ying.

Everyone in the arena stared blankly at Su Ying beside Chisongzi.

Why is he here?

Su Ying's clear, blade-like gaze swept over everyone below, and an indescribable power and oppression arose in everyone's hearts, causing everyone below to shut up and dare not speak out. , and Zhang Liang beside them, Situ Wanli from the farm, Gai Nie Tianming and others outside the field paused, and then (Li Wanghao) said: ". 々Today is the Taiyi Mountain of the Taoist School of Heaven and Man. Watching the grand event at the Miaotai, you can come to watch the sword, but you are not allowed to make troubles, some grievances and grudges will be dealt with after you leave."

Hearing Su Ying's words, some forces in the crowd, such as the Mo family, and the peasant family were all relieved. Since he dared to say this, it meant that he himself would not trouble them today.

Xiaoyaozi on the side of Guanmiaotai got up, looked at Chisongzi and Beimingzi and made a series: "Senior brother Chisongzi, junior brother Zige, I have admired your name for a long time."

Su Ying glanced at him, then looked at Chisongzi: "Brother, I'm going down first."

"Yeah." Chisongzi nodded.

Su Ying's figure flashed and disappeared on the stage. .

Chapter 177 Meeting the Old Ones

Not far from the Guanmiao Terrace, beside a big tree, a middle-aged swordsman was leading a boy and was about to leave, but at this moment, Su Ying's voice sounded behind him.

"Brother Gai, long time no see."

Gai Nie's footsteps stopped, Jing Tianming turned his head to look: "Ah, you are that person just now..."

Su Ying looked at Tianming, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "He is the child that the king has been thinking about, and he has grown up a lot." Su Ying's gaze stayed on the seal of the sleeping spell on Tianming's neck for a while.

"Ah, what are you talking about? Do you know me?" Tianming scratched his head, looked at Su Ying and asked suspiciously.

"Of course." Su Ying smiled, "I saw you more than once in that palace when you were very young. At that time, you were still very smart, and you didn't look so stupid."

"Huh?" Tianming tilted his head, looking puzzled, not understanding what Su Ying was talking about.

"Don't talk about it." Gai Nie turned around and looked at Su Ying and said, his eyes under the hair were as sharp as blades, his whole body was as imposing as the abyss like the sea, calm and majestic, and there was a peerless sword in his tall and straight body.

"Compared to before, you have also changed a lot." Su Ying said in a low voice, looking at the former 613 friend with his hands behind his back.

Ge Nie was silent.

"You have become very strong." After a long time, Gai Nie looked at Su Ying and uttered these words.

"It's the first time I've heard this sentence from you." Su Ying looked at Gai Nie and smiled slightly.

Su Ying took out a green leather gourd from his sleeve, uncorked the cork, and poured a few gulps into his mouth.

"Why did you come here this time?" Su Ying wiped his mouth with his sleeves, looked at Gai Nie and asked.

"It just happened to be here." Gai Nie said concisely, staring at Su Ying and asked, "Are you going to arrest us and return to Xianyang?"

Su Ying shook his head and looked at the competition that had already started on the Guanmiao Terrace: "I said, today I only watch swords, so I'll pretend I didn't see you guys today."

"Thank you." Gai Nie said, looking at Su Yingqing's handsome face.

Su Ying turned his head to look at the two of them with a smile and said, "You don't need to thank me. I am very happy to see my old friend today." The sculpted face couldn't help feeling emotional: "It's really similar."

Gai Nie was silent, he naturally knew what Su Ying meant.

Tianming looked at him, then at Gai Nie, with doubts and incomprehension on his face.

"What are you talking about?"

"You don't need to know now, you will understand when you grow up." Gai Nie said, took Tianming's hand, looked at Su Ying and said, "It's almost time, we should go, goodbye."

"En." Su Ying put his left hand behind his back, and held the green leather jug ​​in his right hand, watching the two figures, one big and one small, gradually go away, then turned around and walked towards the crowd under the Guan Miao stage.

Guan Miao under the stage.

Su Ying slowly walked into the crowd. The representatives of all parties were silent and did not dare to make a sound. The people in front of Su Ying spread out to both sides and made way for him.

Su Ying slowly walked into the crowd. The representatives of all parties were silent and did not dare to make a sound. The people in front of Su Ying spread out to both sides and made way for him.

Under the solemn eyes of the master of the Mohist class, Xue Nu after disguise, and Zhang Liang next to them, Su Ying went straight to them.

Beads of sweat dripped from Master Ban's forehead, and the jade hands under Xue Nu's sleeves were slightly clenched.

"You two are the only ones from the Mo family?" Su Ying walked up to the two of them with a green leather gourd in his hand, with a calm and indifferent expression. "I thought Yandan himself would come too. Isn't this kind of grand event the best time for the Mo (bdfg) family to form a clique?"

Master class's eyes narrowed.

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