Boom Boom Boom!

Red Lotus Pure World Fire, Maitreya Tuo Heavenly Palm, Big Star Picking Hand, Small Ascending Dragon Fist......

Ahh

In an instant, Wu Hao threw all the moves he was holding back just now on this so-called big dog official.

Without Haoran's righteous suppression, he hit that pleasure.

He's certainly not killing people.

It's not to vent the resentment that was suppressed by the Haoran righteousness just now.

Not entirely irritated by what he had written.

It's just that it's just unpleasant to look at this person named Song Daoji.

The key is the look in the man's greeting just now.

Calm and calm, but a little ridicule, a little mockery.

Although there is no reaction to not adding to the body, sometimes a look is enough.

Seeing the other party's eyes, Wu Hao wanted to ask, "What are you looking at?"

When the time comes, people will answer again, and then he will do it again?

Wu Hao simply omitted the intermediate process and directly opened the blame.

Sometimes, people are like that.

There is no need for interests involved, there is no need to talk about grievances and hatreds, one look is enough.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the earth cracked. In the middle, there was also the frightened shout of the monk Shangde: "Donor, you can't help it, you can't help it, he is a great historian, and he can't beat it!"

"officer?"

Wu Hao was slightly stunned, and after thinking about it, he realized that he should be talking about a historian.

But what's wrong with this? Could it be that he also has the same background as Monk Shangde?

Looking at Wu Hao's puzzled eyes, Monk Shangde smiled bitterly and said: "The donor doesn't know the situation on Daqian's side, Daqian has some strange things, no one can afford to provoke them, and the historian is one of them." ”

"Why can't you mess with the law?" Wu Hao asked a little seriously: "Could it be that there are peerless masters among the historians, haven't you heard of it?"

"It's not a master. Master Shangde said with a strange expression: "But they can't be killed at all, but the things they recorded will be compiled into the history of the Great Cadre and passed on to future generations." Attacking the historian for no reason will not get the desired effect, but he will leave a thousand years of infamy, and the wise man will not do it!"

"Can't be killed?" Wu Hao was slightly surprised.

There are still people in this world who can't be killed, and listening to what Shangde means, they are not one or two, but a group.

Can they still be reconciled?

Just as he was pondering, Wu Hao suddenly heard a cough.

Wu Hao followed the prestige, only to see that there was smoke and dust over there, and the aftermath of the attack just now had not yet dissipated.

However, his spirit was able to probe the inside.

Wu Hao didn't leave his hand just now, Wu Hao believed that even if Lu Tao, the thunder tiger, was still here, he would have to kneel after his baptism.

There is no doubt that Song Daoji, the great historian, has been beaten into a cake and collapsed to the ground.

But the loaf of bread is now moving.

With the sound of coughing from there, the cake continued to surge towards the middle like a trail of water, and gradually merged into a trance human form.

As if pinching plasticine, the figure gradually appeared with facial features, limbs, hair, and expressions.

The next moment, Song Daoji stood there alive again.

He didn't get angry or complain, but smiled as if he was used to it.

He glanced at Wu Hao casually, took it back, didn't know where to get the pen and paper, and continued to write.

"Hao went out of the city, met the wolf guard and ran to the thunder tiger Lu Tao to discuss, but he did not resist, and the wind and bird ordered him to return. Hao became more and more rampant, and when he met the historian Song Daoji, he attacked him for no reason. Moody, tyrannical, domineering, beyond the reach of words......"

This time, Wu Hao did not act rashly, but quietly asked Monk Shangde: "Did you see clearly just now, how did he live?"

Monk Shangde cautiously said: "The great officials are all like this, they seem to have a special talisman secret technique......

At this time, Song Daoji looked at the two of them with a smile, and said with a smile: "Why do you two discuss in private, I Song Daoji has nothing to say to others, if you don't understand anything, you can ask me directly." ”

Wu Hao looked at the great historian in front of him and asked directly, "What kind of secret technique are you?"

He felt that his wife would like this secret technique, and if he had the opportunity to learn it, he might as well learn it.

That Song Daoji laughed and said: "This is not a secret technique, but the foundation of our historian's martial arts, the way of sincerity!"

"The way of sincerity is as important as the inside and the outside. ”

"People's hearts change, and they are willing to wear a mask, and the world lives in lies. And history is like a little girl dressed up by others, fabricated and smeared by the victors. ”

"We historians pursue the truth of history, which requires absolute objectivity on the part of the recorder. ”

"The patriarch of the historian observed the changes of heaven and earth, tasted the rise and fall of the world, and created the way of sincerity, which is the source of my historian's martial arts. ”

"We historians must fundamentally solve the problem, whether it is literature or martial arts!"

"The root of our martial arts is skin refining!"

"Whether it is Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism and Demons, or the hundred schools of thought, almost all martial arts schools, no matter how they are divided in the end, there is one step that will not be missing, and that is skin refining. ”

"Refining skin contains the most quintessential meaning of martial arts. ”

"So our historians, don't practice anything else, specialize in refining skin!"

"Because the historian was born from Confucianism, our refining is different from the martial arts of other martial arts, but literary refining. With the truth of the record of history, the spirit of sincerity is constantly baptized. Only true records can form a historical text and record it on the skin we have refined. ”

"Therefore, the skins of our historians are all historical skins. Even after death, every skin is a true history that will be passed down to future generations!"

"It's because we're focused on refining skins that our skins are defense-free. This allows the historian to set foot in countless dangerous and unpredictable places, leaving the most authentic records. ”

"Whether it is the scene of the powerful confrontation or the dangerous and treacherous secret place, as long as it is an event that has a significant impact on history, there are our historians!"

"Refining skin?" Wu Hao's brows furrowed.

Wu Hao has also refined skin, but he has never heard of such a miracle in refining skin. He had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Qian Baoer!

Qian Bao'er has also been to Daqian, if Daqian really has such a good method of refining skin, it is impossible for Qian Bao'er not to be interested.

Wu Hao faintly felt that there should be some major flaws in this method.

So he asked tentatively: "Just refining skin, not flesh and bones, how can you resist that level of attack just now?"

You must know that although he didn't use any strength to fight across the mountain, but the Red Lotus True Yuan containing the Blood and Fire Shura Dao in the attack was extremely penetrating, and if he just refined the skin, it was impossible for his flesh and blood soul to withstand it.

What's more, in the attack, there is also a powerful shock, how can it have that effect similar to the rebirth of flesh and blood just by refining the skin?

"Why can't you bear it?" Song Daoji raised his eyebrows, looking a little proud.

"It's okay to practice to my level. ”

"I'm covered in skin all over my body!"

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