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Kong Escort and the others followed out to watch the two fight.

Song Rongzi stood beside Song Juecheng, his eyes looking towards the door of the dormitory.

For the sake of the king's throne and the people of the Song Kingdom, he had to make a decision to let Zhuangzi duel with the black-clothed guards.

These two people, one literate and one martial, are both talents of the Song Kingdom. But? The two can't get along, there is no way, they can only let the will of heaven decide, and only one of the two can live.

What Song Rongzi didn't expect was that Zhuangzi was not only a literati, but also a inheritor of Taoist doctrine, and he was also a martial artist. In terms of martial arts, it is not lost to the black-clothed guards.

It also makes Song Rongzi feel regretful! Song Quecheng was suspicious, did not believe in Zhuangzi, and did not reuse. This is not only the sorrow of Song Quecheng, but also the sorrow of the people of Song and the sorrow of the people of the world.

Even! It is the sorrow of an era!

Song Rongzi, as a generation of wise men, could only shake his head helplessly in the face of this situation.

In the face of the tide of social consciousness, it is not a wise man who can turn the tide.

The tide of social consciousness is like a flood of beasts, unstoppable, and cannot be stopped by one person or a group of people. The formation of social ideology is not formed in a day or two, but over several decades and through the recognition of several generations. So! Once formed, it will not be possible for decades to change this tide of consciousness.

From the Spring and Autumn Period to the Warring States Period, from the tide to the ebb and flow, it took hundreds of years before and after the social trend of thought to slowly subside. Visible! Once people's consciousness is formed, even the wise will not be able to clearly see the current situation and world affairs, and they will not be able to face them correctly.

Song Rongzi is still from the Baozhuang faction, after all! He is a wise man.

Although the black-clothed guard is loyal to Song Juecheng, his cognitive realm is a notch lower! What he sees is only the master, only Song Quecheng's status as a king and Song Quecheng's family interests, not the world.

Therefore! The force of a warrior is used in the wrong place.

He should protect the master who can save the world, not the king of a vassal state, let alone the king of a small vassal state.

On the square outside the dormitory, Zhuangzi and the black-clothed guard met each other and fought to the death, and they both showed their skills and skills, and they both wanted to successfully kill each other with one blow. Moreover! Immediately tore it up.

No! It will be broken into thousands of pieces, and the bones will be scattered!

Zhuangzi, in particular, wanted to beat the black-clothed guards to death, shatter his corpse into thousands of pieces, crush his bones and scatter ashes, so that he could not enter the heart realm in ashes.

After the two were knocked into the air, they each retreated dozens of steps away. After stabilizing his body, he rushed up quickly.

Zhuangzi made a quick move, and split Huashan with another palm.

The black-clothed guard made a move "a pillar to the sky" and raised his arms to greet him.

Zhuangzi's palm slid down against the arm of the black-clothed guard, and the clothes on the black-clothed guard's arm were torn on the spot.

"Phew!"

The sleeves of the black-clad guard split in two and fell down.

Zhuangzi swiped his arm, grabbed the sleeve and pulled it back.

The black-clothed guard rushed forward and stabbed him with a palm. The straight palm is like a sword, and it stabs directly into Zhuangzi's chest.

Zhuangzi swayed sideways, and his clothes were torn on the spot.

But! Strangely enough, a scene appeared.

Zhuangzi's torn clothes were automatically sewn together after a few moments.

The black-clothed guard succeeded in one blow, and then made quick moves one after another, pulling back two games and tying with Zhuangzi.

Guards Kong and the others stood at the door of the dormitory, blocking the gate of the dormitory, and looked at the scene of the fight between the two. To their regret, they couldn't see anything clearly, they could only see two figures flashing in front of them, but they couldn't see what moves both of them used?

"It's a fight! It's time to fight! ”

In the secret room of the underground palace, Dai Liu'er saw that Zhuangzi and the black-clothed guards were fighting, and he couldn't sit still, so he withdrew from the inner vision and shouted anxiously.

Gonggong Wu's eyes didn't open, and he smiled: "Are you still worried about your Zhuang'er now?" ”

Dai Liu'er didn't speak, and her face was constantly changing.

Zhuangzi and the black-clothed guards fought, and ordinary people couldn't see the moves clearly, and she! It's completely visible. Every move and style of the two of them appeared in her impression. When I saw that Zhuangzi could not win completely, and that he was in danger, he was inevitably anxious.

"He's already cultivated into a real human body! Alas! I'm afraid this is also the first person in the history of Taoism to cultivate the Taoist mind, right? How old is he? You're only in your twenties? Ashamed! Ashamed! I'm ashamed! ”

The process of Zhuangzi's feathering just now, both Wu Gonggong and Dai Liu'er witnessed it with their own eyes.

As a real human body, it is already impossible to kill. But! Dai Liuer was still instinctively worried.

His son cultivated into a real human body, and Dai Liu'er was both happy and worried. She was very worried, after cultivating into a real human body, would Zhuang'er still have the ability to have children?

Because! The process of cultivating the true human body is the process of feathering. To put it mildly, it's dead. After the resurrection of the dead, can he still have children?

Dai Liu'er got down from the bed, tidied up the clothes on her body, and didn't care about Gonggong Wu walking towards the exit of the secret room.

"You? Alas! Grandpa Wu sighed, got off the bed, and followed behind Dai Liu'er.

Now he is not worried about Zhuangzi at all. Opposite! He was worried about his disciple's black-clad guard.

In terms of martial arts, although Zhuangzi is not as good as the black-clothed guards, Zhuangzi is a real human body and cannot be killed. Once he finds an opportunity, he can easily slash the black-clad guards. Zhuangzi will vent all his hatred, and the black-clothed guards will be wiped out, and they will not even be able to enter the heart realm.

The two of them walked out of the secret room in the dungeon and disappeared in place.

In the face of the black-clothed guards, in the face of the black-clothed guards today, Zhuangzi had to be very cautious. Today's black-clothed guard, his martial arts are unfathomable, and it is really not easy for him to win quickly and take revenge. The black-clothed guard made a successful move, and then used several moves at him one after another that he couldn't parry, and the situation was reversed.

After more than a dozen rendezvous battles, he pulled back the game again and tore off the other sleeve of the black-clothed guard. The current black-clothed guards are fighting him completely barearmed. The torn sleeves of the shirt also rotated with the rapid rotation of the body, like a flying flag.

"Die!"

That's when it happened! The black-clothed guard roared violently, slashed down with one palm, and slashed at Zhuangzi's head.

This palm came quickly, with great power, with a powerful ripple of energy, and the earth trembled.

Zhuangzi couldn't dodge at all, so he had to tilt his head in a hurry and narrowly dodge. But! One of his shoulders couldn't dodge. With great force, half of his shoulder was cut off.

"Ahh Dai Liu'er, who was hidden on the side, couldn't help but let out an exclamation.