"Hey!"

"Bang!"

"Hey!"

"Bang!"

"Hey, bang! ……”

Since the early morning before dawn, only a muffled sound has been heard in the courtyard of the house.

By this time, it had been almost two hours, and the sound had not stopped.

In the cold winter wax moon, Mo Bai is naked and sweating, one leg is bent and bowed forward, the other leg is straight and obliquely behind, the body is also leaning forward, and the back is diagonally facing the sun.

And beside him, there were two young people, who were also sweating wet with their clothes, sweating profusely, but each holding a cloth hammer in their hands, each standing on the side of Mo Bai's back, constantly waving the cloth hammer in his hand, and smashing straight down on Mo Bai's back.

That's where the frightening muffled sound comes from.

Lao Dao stood about ten meters away, still covering his face, but his old eyes stared at the scene of being constantly beaten motionless, the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, but his eyes were very bright, as if he wanted to see what the deep meaning was.

This was not the first time he had seen this scene, which had been happening every morning since three days ago.

But even after watching it for three days, Lao Dao still had doubts in his eyes, and it was really difficult to see what the mystery was.

Because this is obvious, it is just a hard resistance, and if you want to talk about it, it can also be regarded as a method of condensing true power.

When you reach the realm of a master, you will always need to choose a subtle method to continue to temper your true qi in order to enhance your cultivation.

But Lao Dao really doesn't understand, how can Mo Bai use such a ......

Pedantic!

Although he didn't believe it, Lao Dao still couldn't help but describe Mo Bai's method of resisting the attack in this way.

If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of him was Mo Bai, the unfathomable Mo Bai in his eyes, if he were a different person and used this method to temper his true qi in front of him, he would inevitably sneer at him and sneer, "It's been in vain!" ”

Actually, it's not that it's useless to do this, after all, the cloth hammer hits the mortal body so continuously, and the flesh and blood alone will definitely not be able to bear it, and it is inevitable to run the true qi to resist, and when it keeps hitting, the true qi is naturally constantly refining.

But this method is really stupid, where can it be compared to a subtle fist or sword technique that runs thoroughly, and can also temper the meridians, refine the technique, and embark on the road of true power transformation as soon as possible.

If you don't listen to it, it seems that this kind of tempering method is generally just a helpless use by mortals who have no talent when they practice external skills and build their physique.

"Impossible, it can't be so simple, there must be a mystery in it, there must be a ......" Lao Dao kept reminding himself in his heart, his eyes were in doubt, and he observed more and more carefully.

Actually, he didn't dare to look at it like this before, the view of the cultivation world is not a joke, and stealing a teacher is a big taboo.

However, today he really couldn't help it, and for several days in a row, Mo Bai practiced martial arts in the open air, and he didn't have any intention of hiding it, so he dared to be so presumptuous.

But until, when the last muffled sound sounded and Mo Bai began to collect his work, he could only be helpless, and he really couldn't see anything.

Could it be that this True Qi Protector still needs to run any specific meridians?

Who would be so bored to create such useless work?

After all, who would still be in the fighting method, standing still and making people unable to fight, and need to practice this Lao Shizi exercise?

If you really have no power to resist and can only be beaten, then even if you practice this, there is only one way to defeat in the end, why practice this thankless kung fu?

The time for cultivation is tight, and it is really ...... to waste it like this Stupid!

Of course, this is just that under normal circumstances, he would think so, no matter what, he would not believe that the kung fu practiced by Mo Bai would be inferior?

Mo Bai was covered in sweat, his bare skin was blue and red, and he was even a little thin when he usually wore clothes, but at this time his bare body was not thin, and his muscles were not exaggerated, but they were well-proportioned.

At this time, the sweat is dense and the muscles are bulging, but it is rare to show a sense of masculinity and coarseness.

As he exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath, he suddenly saw that the meridians in the skin burst out, and the amplitude was very terrifying, but what was even more terrifying was that in the meridians, it could be clearly seen that the energy was like a dragon, rushing among the hundred veins.

At this moment, Lao Dao suddenly shook his body, and his eyes burst into bursts of essence in an instant, which showed how terrifying his heart shook at this time.

He dared to guarantee that even if he had never seen such a majestic true qi, after condensing it outside, it was not like a strand of hair, but like a stream, it was too terrifying.

"Is this a real person?" Lao Dao's eyes trembled, and his head was covered with sweat all over his hair.

The black white arms hung down, the divine light in the eyes converged, the masculinity was deep and hidden, and after taking the hot towel handed by him, wiping his body and putting on his clothes, he regained his elegance again, and waved his hand to the people around him.

"Yes!" The men retreated.

When he walked away, Mo Bai first looked up at the window above that had been closed for a few days, his eyes fluctuated for a moment, and then he retracted, and turned his head to look at the old man who was still distracted: "Is there something important?" ”

"Your Highness!" When the old Taoist heard the sound, he woke up, and hurriedly restrained the vibration in his heart, and bowed down to Mo Bai.

"Hmm." Mo Bai nodded: "Say it!" ”

Lao Dao restrained his mind and looked around, only to see that there were already guards standing in the distance, guarding the surroundings.

He glanced up at the attic window above him again, his eyes moving slightly, and he looked at Mo Bai.

Mo Bai knew that he was guarding against Lin Suyin, and thought in his heart, it seems that it is indeed a big deal.

"Follow me!" Mo Bai nodded, turned and walked into the house.

There were people in the main hall, and when they saw the two of them coming, they immediately saluted and then retreated.

Mo Bai stood still, turned to look at Lao Dao and said softly, "Sit down!" ”

"Your Highness!" The old man bowed.

"No need to be polite!" Mo Bai whispered, and then sat down on the top.

Lao Dao sat down, Mo Bai lifted the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and did not invite tea, took a sip alone, and when he put down the teacup, he said, "What's the matter?" ”

There was a flash of obvious excitement and nervousness in the eyes of the old man, and he said in a loud voice: "Your Highness, the master has just sent a letter. ”

"Oh?" Mo Bai raised his eyes to look at Lao Dao, but he was not surprised, being able to talk about things so secretly, of course, it was only related to their identity.

Lao Dao stood up again, saluted Mo Bai and said: "The master of the sect has a letter, let me ask His Highness for instructions, the master heard that His Royal Highness has been proud this time, and he has beheaded the deeds of Shangqingshan and other Taoist people, and he is worried that Shangqingshan and other mountain gates will come to retaliate, so he wants to personally bring people over to do his part for His Highness's safety, I don't know what His Highness means?" ”

"Ling Zun wants to bring someone over personally?" Hearing this, Mo Bai was stunned, as if he was a little unexpected.

Lao Dao nodded hurriedly: "Exactly, my father said that His Highness is mighty, and he is not afraid of the younger generation, but His Highness's great cause is important, and he can't be entangled in these martial arts. ”

His Royal Highness belongs to the mountain gate!

Mo Bai's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Lao Dao's eyes, Lao Dao was still wearing a mask, but his eyes were firm, obviously this matter was true.

In fact, at this time, Lao Dao was really nervous in his heart, you must know that after the conversation that day, he had sent the letter back for three full days, but he had not replied for two days.

This kept him hanging in his heart, until yesterday, he suddenly got the news that when His Highness was killing the Sect Master of the Youth Society that day, he actually turned into a form with a blow, as if he had exploded with the power of a real person.

This news made him break out in a cold sweat on the spot, and without saying a word, he stepped up to transmit the news back.

Sure enough, by this morning, the master had an immediate reaction, and finally surrendered unexpectedly.

But he was worried that the master would only reply to the news in three days, and His Highness would have any opinions in his heart.

If this news spreads all over the world, then there will be endless people in the world who want to contribute to His Highness, where will it be their turn to get the Taiyuan Gate?

Isn't that a waste of giving up on the waterfront building?

After seeing the power of Mo Bai just now, he had completely returned to his heart, and he no longer had any strange thoughts.

What do Daomen people seek, isn't it to seek longevity?

His Highness is so terrifying, follow him to go the right way.

"Well, thank you for your hospitality for me, for the time being, the Ming Wangfu can still deal with it, and it is enough to have you by my side." Mo Bai groaned slightly, a smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and thanked softly.

The corner of the old Tao's eyes jumped, and he simply bowed to the ground, this is no longer a Taoist ceremony, but a salute, and he didn't dare to slack off and said: "I don't dare to be Your Highness's thanks, although my Taiyuan Sect is a person outside the world, but the whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister." I Taiyuan Gate is His Royal Highness's courtier, and I am deeply favored by His Royal Highness, I should have gone to the soup for His Highness's order, and I did not give up, how dare I be His Highness Thank you, the old minister is afraid! ”

The room was slightly quiet, Mo Bai pondered for a moment, then slowly got up, personally helped up the old way, shook his head slightly, and said: "Alas, why do you need to be so, you are loyal, how can I not perceive it, although Taiyuan Gate is a foreign Tao, but for many years to follow this king, dedicated to virtue, this king of course trusts, today's Taoist practice world, fish and dragons are mixed, you and other doors can be called a model of righteousness, for you, this king is also quite appreciative." ”

Lao Dao suddenly had tears in his eyes, the corners of his eyes jumped, his excitement was fully revealed, he bowed down again, and was stopped by Mo Bai reaching out.

But he was still excited: "Your Highness is so honored, old minister...... All the people in Taiyuan Gate should die in retribution! ”

"How do you die? Although the world is chaotic, but the righteous path will always exist, you can rest assured, when the old mountains and rivers are cleaned up, under the battle flag, you will list the merits, and enjoy glory in the prosperous era of Taiping. Mo Bai smiled.

"Swear to follow His Highness to the death......"

A good picture of the loyalty of the monarch and the virtuous minister should be remembered.

The attitude that should be expressed has been expressed, so it is different to communicate again, Mo Bai's eyes flashed thoughtfully, but in the end he still shook his head and said: "The situation on this side of Linhai does not need to be paid attention to by Taiyuan Gate, you have something else to worry about......

Speaking of this, Mo Bai raised his eyes and looked into the distance, which was the direction of the capital, and said softly: "It's been three days, those heads should have arrived at the Supreme Treasure Hall!" ”