Descendants of Daoism of Daqin

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"This is... a book?" Xun Kuang took it, and the scroll was not as heavy as the bamboo slips. It turned slightly, and the pages rustled. It contained the entire Tao Te Ching in neat handwriting. Xun Kuang found that this small scroll, It is equivalent to five volumes of thick bamboo slips, but its weight is less than one tenth of that, and it is extremely simple and convenient to read.

"Yes, it is a book. This thing is similar to silk paper. Although it is not as neat and exquisite as silk paper, its cost is nearly a hundred times lower than that of silk paper. It is even slightly higher than the cost of bamboo slips. Mr. Xun Kuang thinks , I take this thing as a bet, can Xiao Shengxian Zhuang take it? Do you dare to take it?" Su Ying smiled and said softly, but the words sounded in Xun Kuang's ears, but they exploded in his heart like nine heavenly thunderbolts. He couldn't help gripping the book tightly in his hand.

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"Little friend Zige, do you know the value of this thing? If the price of this thing is really so low, it means that everyone in the world has books to read, how many people in the world can have books to read? Are there words to read? This thing It can benefit all generations, and its merits are limitless." Xun Kuang's voice was a little excited, "Little friend Zige, do you really want to bet on this thing?"

"Naturally, I just don't know what kind of bets can Xiaoshengxianzhuang or Confucianism offer?" Su Ying said with a slight smile in his eyes.

Xun Kuang gradually calmed down when he heard the words. He lowered his head and looked at the light yellow paper book in his hand: "It doesn't violate human principles and morals. How about a human feeling in Confucianism?"

"Okay." Su Ying clapped his hands and laughed, "It's a deal."

After saying that, the two walked side by side towards the fierce battle, Shi Lan reluctantly followed Su Ying. .

Chapter 257 Chu Nan Gong

On the other side of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, the competition between Xiaomeng and Funian has become very intense. The distance between the two is nearly ten meters. The group of Fusu who were watching by the side also retreated tens of meters away and watched from a distance.

Both Fu Nian and Xiao Meng's faces were a little pale, and their breath was slightly weak. It was obvious that the blow just now consumed a lot of internal energy on both sides.

"Is this the strength of the head of Confucianism and Taoism... It really is amazing, astonishing." Fusu looked at the two people in the field and couldn't help but praise.

"Indeed, and both of them are still so young, which shows that the future is limitless." Chu Nangong beside Fusu's "eight seven three" also praised.

Zhang Liang and Yan Lu looked at each other and smiled when they heard the words.

"As expected of Senior Brother, the Saint King Swordsmanship created by him is majestic and powerful, but I don't know if we can see the third sword of Saint King Swordsmanship that Senior Brother has never seen before, the Human Sword." Zhang Liang looked at Fu in the arena. Nian, full of anticipation in my heart.

inside the field.

The breeze blew, and the grass flew lightly. The clothes of the two were fluttering, their hair was fluttering, and their demeanor was superb.

"Fu Nian, the head of the three masters of Qilu, and the head of Confucianism, really deserves his reputation." Xiao Meng, who is holding the Qiuli sword, looked at Fu Nian on the opposite side with her eyes, "You have already used two swords of the three swords of the holy king. Let me experience your last sword."

After Xiaomeng finished speaking, her internal energy surged wildly, and the billowing air waves spread from her body to the surroundings. The light blue internal energy turned into strands of brilliance and wrapped around her body and the radiant Qiuli sword in her hand.

"I never imagined that this [-]-year-old Tianzong sect master Xiaomeng would have such a strong internal force after going through such a fierce battle." Among the onlookers, the second master Yan Lu, who is known as a gentleman without contention, looked at Xiaomeng. said with emotion.

"Tianzong's mental method focuses on the cultivation of internal strength. It is based on enlightenment, and it is practiced with qi. Those with high comprehension will progress faster in the cultivation of internal strength. Therefore, Taoism has a saying of "enlightenment". In the meantime, Yu practiced a great distance and soared in the daytime. This master Xiaomeng is obviously the kind of person with excellent understanding that is hard to find in the world for a hundred years, not to mention that she has been in seclusion for several years and has been guided by famous teachers. It's not surprising to have such a strong internal strength." Chu Nangong touched his beard and said with emotion, looking at Xiaomeng with a hint of appreciation and regret in his eyes under his white eyebrows. "The foundation of Tianzong of Taoism can be seen in the tip of the iceberg in this Master Xiaomeng."

"Taoist Tianzong..." Fusu murmured to himself, this colossal monster hidden among the schools of thought and the empire has never been broken for thousands of years, and its power has never been revealed in front of the world. Showing a corner, but it can always make the world fear and shock.Even now attached to the empire, the Yin-Yang School, which has developed unprecedentedly and is deeply trusted by His Majesty the Emperor, has no intention of challenging the Taoist Tianzong, and can only rank second in the Yinzong of the Hundred Schools.

Xiaomengqiu Li waved lightly, and the majestic and thick light blue internal force rushed towards Fu Nian like the water of a great river.

Fu Nian holds the sword Tai'a with one hand, his face is straight and upright, with a look of calmness and majesty, the tip of Tai'a's sword glows with a faint golden light, forming a semicircular golden air shield in front of him to block Xiaomeng The internal force of the attack.

Fu Nian holds the sword Tai'a with one hand, his face is straight and upright, with a look of calmness and majesty, the tip of Tai'a's sword glows with a faint golden light, forming a semicircular golden air shield in front of him to block Xiaomeng The internal force of the attack.

Xiaomeng's offensive continued, her plain hands formed a seal, and all the colors within a hundred meters around her were lost. Within this hundred meters, the trees, grass, wind, birds and animals were all still, a dead silence.

Another supreme heart method of Taoism, everything loses its color.

Outside the arena, Zhang Liang and Yan Lu took a step forward and stood in front of Fusu and the others. They held Ling Xu and Han lightsabers respectively, urging their internal energy to resist this force of life and death that erodes all things...  ..

"Unexpectedly, all things in Taoism are so domineering." Sweat gradually appeared on Zhang Liang's forehead. His swordsmanship is fair, but his internal strength is very weak, and it is very difficult for him to compete in this kind of internal strength.

"Ovary." Yan Lu glanced at him, and Zhang Liang smiled at him.

"Okay, Zifang, don't bother you, leave it to the old man." At this moment, Chu Nangong walked behind Zhang Liang, stretched out his hand and tugged at his sleeve and smiled, and then in the eyes of everyone, With the crutch in his hand, he threw the stick to the ground, and Chu Nangong's snow-white beard and hair fluttered upwards. A terrifying and majestic internal force surged in his body. Everyone even Fusu and Gongsun Linglong, who were not familiar with martial arts, were all shocked. I could feel an extraordinary power spreading around Chu Nangong's short and fat body, a golden light shone, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, a circle of about five meters in radius appeared in front of them, enveloping everyone The photomask, resisting the erosion of the colorless of all things, is not affected in the slightest, and looks as if it is impenetrable.

After doing this, Chu Nangong returned to his old smiling appearance with a cane and a beard. He didn't show any internal strength, and he looked like an ordinary 1.5-year-old.

But in the eyes of everyone, Chu Nangong seemed to be a hidden peerless master.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Nangong is so powerful." After Fusu was surprised, he looked at Chu Nangong and exclaimed.

Chu Nangong stroked his beard and smiled, "So-so."

"Senior really does not reveal anything, and this junior admires it." Zhang Liang retracted the Lingxu sword, bowed his hands to Chu Nangong and said in admiration.

"It's really not easy to get your praise, Zifang." Chu Nangong winked at Zhang Liang, then turned his head to look at the field, his expression slightly corrected, "It's about to start."

Chapter 258

In the space where everything is eclipsed and shrouded, everything is silent.

Fu Nian's body has a thick layer of energy, resisting Xiaomeng's erosive power to make everything lose color, and his expression is calm, but his frown from time to time shows that he is not so relaxed.

"Come on, let me see and see, your third sword." Xiao Meng swung Qiuli lightly, the whisk swung, and three internal attacks struck Fu Nian.

"Senior, please don't hesitate to enlighten me." Fu Nian looked serious, raised his sword fingers with his left hand, and brushed the broad and thick body of Tai'a Sword held in front of him with his right hand. The sword intent was raging like flames, and directly blocked the three attacks. down.

And Fu Nian's whole body's internal energy was no longer reserved, it poured out, and went straight to Tai'a in his hand.

Everyone outside the arena focused their eyes on it. This kind of peerless duel is not something that can be seen normally.

In the arena, there is a leader of Confucian sects in the world, the head of Xiaoshengxianzhuang, a genius who became the head of a hundred hidden schools in 18 years, and the head of [-] Taoist Tianzong sects. The two are separated now. More than ten meters away, Tai'a, who was ranked third in the sword manual, and Qiuli, who was ranked ninth, poured out all the energy in their bodies without reservation, like the water of a great river, rushing violently, and arguing and colliding with each other in the air. Tear apart, like two tornadoes colliding with each other, the billowing air waves spread towards the surroundings.

All around Xiaomeng, the light blue internal energy machine was operating around her at an extremely fast speed, and the extraordinary brilliance of the Qiuli sword in her hand became more and more dazzling.

hum!

Fu Nian's hand had completely turned golden yellow, and the sword body carried a majestic power. The gentleman and upright Tai'a even uttered a sword chant, shaking unceasingly, and the sword intent soared into the sky.

As the breaths of the two collided, the sky above the entire Little Sage Manor turned golden and blue, and the Confucian scholars in the Little Sage Manor also opened their eyes and opened their mouths wide, and put down what they were doing to look at the sky.