"Dao Chief, where did this scripture come from?"

Huang Shang glanced at it slightly, and without looking at the luck of the meridian acupoint, he closed the scroll and asked Xiaoyaozi.

The look in Xiaoyaozi's eyes returned, and he glanced at the Six Veins Divine Sword Sutra, and also showed a look of surprise: "I don't know, I was here when I came back!" ”

Xiaoyaozi followed Huang Shang to Guangxi to take up a post, but he was not by his side all the time, and most of the time, he was wandering around Yongzhou.

Because now Wenquxing's literary atmosphere has begun to permeate Yongzhou and even the entire Guangxi.

Liangguang Lingnan, in this era, was a remote mountainous area, a place of exile, and the cultural level was extremely low compared to other places in the Great Song Dynasty.

But the arrival of Huang Shang made a change.

He condenses the stars of literature and songs, and invokes the thousand-year-old literary atmosphere, which can improve the environment and benefit the living beings.

It is no exaggeration to say that everywhere he goes, he is a blessed land, but he is quick to think and his learning ability has greatly increased.

Huang Shang is happy to see this.

He hopes that there will be more heroes in the land of Liangguang.

Not only because he is ready to travel through the two Guangzhou, but also because compared with the mainland, where singing and dancing are leveling, the scholars here know how to forge ahead after learning something.

Because their hometown is often harassed by enemy countries, they can only have a greater sense of protecting their families and defending the country by witnessing those tragic situations and experiencing the trembling days with their own eyes.

On Jinghu South Road, he did the same.

Xiaoyaozi didn't know Huang Shang's ideals and ambitions, but he felt that the originally condensed aura was scattered, and it was easier to understand, and he was grateful to Huang Shang in his heart, looked at the Sword Sutra, and reminded: "This thing seems to be strange, don't you understand it, no, you can't even put it here!" ”

"It's worthy of being a grandmaster, the little tricks of the reincarnator can't be hidden at all."

Huang Shang smiled slightly.

He knew very well that this six-vein Divine Sword Sutra had definitely been passive.

The reincarnation who placed this thing here may not be sure that he will be greedy to learn this masterpiece.

But even if you are not greedy, at least you will not discard it as soon as possible, but will put it away and wait for the owner to claim it.

This gives the other party an opportunity to take advantage of.

The methods of reincarnation are not careful, sometimes just by touching it, you may be tricked, let alone keep this object in the study for a long time.

"Using the six-vein divine sword as bait, this is really not a small stroke!"

"The civil strife in Dali has not been quelled for a long time, is it for me?"

Risks and opportunities have always coexisted, and the civil strife in Dali and the prince's request for help are both crises and opportunities for meritorious service.

Replaced by a young and vigorous three-yuan leader, it is when the new official takes office with three fires, and he really can't help but show his strength and fall into the trap of the other party.

But he watched the other party perform.

But there's a problem.

How to make the opponent's bamboo basket empty while maintaining the character design?

Huang Shangnian's mind moved, and he opened his mouth and called: "Fu'er, come in!" ”

Murong Fu quickly replied: "Yes, Childe!" ”

After he walked in, he saluted Huang Shang and then bowed to Xiaoyaozi.

Originally, Murong Fu was very wary of this old man who suddenly appeared next to Gongzi.

The son has already been three yuan and the first, and now he is in charge of the party, and no one wants to share his favor.

But this old man is stupid and stupid, he doesn't even say a word a day, it seems that he doesn't need to be a soldier, and his awe of his son is increasing day by day, he doesn't dare to be bad in secret, only the rules and regulations on the surface.

Huang Shang handed him the Six-Vein Divine Sword Sutra: "This thing appeared inexplicably, maybe it was a joke made by someone in the martial arts with me, you find out who it is, return it!" ”

Murong Fu took it a little strangely, and when he looked at those meridian operation diagrams, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

He was exposed to high-class martial arts, and he had achieved extraordinary vision, just a slight glance, he knew that what was recorded on this map must be the world's top martial arts, and he couldn't help but breathe shorter.

Huang Shang saw that Murong Fu couldn't let go of it, immersed himself in it, and reminded: "Fu'er, this thing is quite weird, and it is not owned by you and me, don't be greedy!" ”

When Murong Fu heard this, with great perseverance, he took his eyes off the atlas and raised his hand and said, "Thank you Gongzi for your advice, I will definitely hand over this thing to the original owner." ”

Huang Shang nodded, Murong Fu retreated, walked out of the study, hurriedly hid the atlas close to him, and walked quickly to the front yard, just in time to see the four generals.

Murong Fu originally wanted to call them, but after thinking about it, he still walked directly out of the city.

When he arrived at the agreed place, he made a mark, so that he was relieved and returned the same way.

That night, Murong Fu was practicing, and a dark shadow flashed in front of him, and Murong Bo appeared in front of him: "Fu'er, what urgent matter do you have to call me?" ”

Murong Fu looked at Murong Bo's face was slightly pale, and said worriedly: "Father, are your injuries still healed?" ”

Murong Bo smiled: "It's okay, you did a good job, a little injury for your father won't get in the way." ”

In Fanlou in the capital, Murong Bo once had a brief confrontation with the three elders of Xiaoyao, Rao is the top master in the world, and he can't fight three with one, he has been seriously injured, and he has been recuperating from his injuries for several months, and he still has not recovered.

But the restoration of Dayan is the most important, Murong Bo did not return to Jiangnan, and he didn't know that their family's genealogy had been taken away without defects, and he followed him all the way to Guangxi, looking at the rising Huang Shang, he admired the foresight at that time more and more.

And Murong Bo thought that the good fortune would at least come after Murong Fu became an adult, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly, Murong Fu couldn't wait to take out the map and hand it over.

Murong Bo was so knowledgeable, after a little practice on the map, he was immediately overjoyed: "This seems to be the legendary Dali Duan's six-vein divine sword!" ”

He once wanted to dominate the rivers and lakes, stole into the Shaolin Temple Hidden Scripture Pavilion, learned seventy-two stunts, and wanted to steal Duan's six-vein divine sword, which indirectly affected Gu Mozhi.

But the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is easy to enter, well, Murong Bo thinks it is easy to enter, but Tianlong Temple is difficult to enter, and the Six-Vein Divine Sword has no chance to see it after all.

I never expected that the supreme magic that I had planned in every possible way would come to my hands without much effort today.

Indeed, Murong Bo no longer wants to take the route of the rivers and lakes, but he himself is a martial artist, and he has obtained the ultimate magic skill at this time, how can there be any reason to refuse it?

However, Murong Bo did not lose his vigilance and asked, "How did you come here?" ”

Murong Fu explained.

Murong Bo nodded: "There is indeed a strange thing, even if there is civil strife in Dali now, this kind of magic skill should not be exchanged for support, not to mention that Huang Sheng is not a person in the martial arts......"

Murong Fu said worriedly: "Childe also said, this thing is quite weird, if my father wants to practice, he must be careful!" ”

Murong Bo saw that Murong Fu actually called Huang Shang his son in private, frowned slightly, but smiled confidently at what he said: "What a inheritance my Gusu Murong is, how can I not find the trap in it, don't worry!" ”

Murong Fu still wanted to say that Murong Bo was already immersed in the map, and his eyes showed fanaticism: "When I practice the six-vein divine sword, it will be the first in the world if it integrates the two great divine skills in the world, and then you will control the imperial court, I will control the martial arts, and you and my father and son will work together, why worry about the great cause?" ”

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Dali National High School.

The shouting of killing came from afar, but the Taoist priest and Xia Hui looked at the mirror and didn't blink.

There is a black-robed man there, standing on the magic array, and in the mysterious patterns that are set together, there is a crystal puppet with a lifelike face, and it is really the appearance of a yellow dress.

At this moment, the magic lines of the Mithril filaments lit up one by one, and thin silver-white chains poked out of the black robe and wrapped around the crystal doll.

At first glance, the doll looks as if it has been suspended by a silk thread, and it can't help but make various movements.

The Taoist priest looked at it attentively, which corroborated with the formation in the east, but Xia Hui pouted and said: "This guy is really ready to control Huang Shang, who gave him the courage, Liang Jingru?" ”

The Taoist priest actually doesn't believe that the puppeteer can succeed, but since he can't kill the puppeteer, he doesn't have to make the relationship so stiff, so why bother to say a few words quickly?

Xia Hui sneered, and without stopping for a moment, the puppet ceremony in the mirror was also angry, and soon something changed.

I saw that the face of the crystal puppet suddenly changed, and the face of the yellow dress disappeared, replaced by the appearance of a middle-aged scribe, the Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and blurted out: "Murong Bo? ”

The black-robed man's movements also stopped, hesitating whether to continue.

Xia Hui laughed and fell: "I'll just say it, the director, screenwriter, cinematographer, and protagonist are all in place, just waiting to shoot a wandering planet, and the result is a special Shanghai fortress, hahahahaha!" ”

The Taoist priest thought that this mouth was too poisonous, so he hurriedly redeemed it and said: "The wise man has a thousand thoughts, sometimes he will lose twice, keep up the good work, keep up the good work!" ”

Under the comfort of the two, the black-robed man's body trembled slightly, and countless chains shone with silver-white light, covering the sky and wrapping around the puppet.

Murong Bo is Murong Bo, is it not a success to be able to control the world's top masters?

The bureau I laid out, the big drama I directed, is by no means a fortress in Shanghai!

By no means!