Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Middle-earth Moralist
If it weren't for him Master Tang, or if he didn't have the Yuanyang Divine Lamp in his hand as Master Tang, then if this knife fell, it would definitely be a death or injury!
The most powerful thing about this knife is that it is bombarded by the divine soul, and the momentum of the knife has not yet fallen, but the awe-inspiring killing intent of this knife has already slashed into the sea of knowledge.
If Tang Changsheng didn't have the Yuanyang Divine Lamp, I am afraid that at this time, even if the Lingtai Heavenly Heart was not completely broken, he would be injured.
However, with the Yuanyang Divine Lamp in his hand, the heart lamp in one, and Tang Changsheng's recent cultivation advancement, he was able to block this knife without the slightest damage......
Or rather, the slightest damage is not right. There was a trail of blood on the tips of his fingers...... This shows that he didn't completely block this move, and he was more or less injured!
This is related to the soul and consciousness, and it is very mysterious. It's just that at this moment, Tang Changsheng is still under siege.
The surrounding fog was agitated, but I could vaguely see the golden light faintly in the mist, as if there were countless armor soldiers in ambush, and they were forcing over little by little at this moment.
Obviously, it was because Tang Changsheng broke several masters in a row, which made them unable to hold their breath for a while!
But at this moment, Tang Changsheng suddenly spoke: "It turned out to be a master of the opera gate, I don't know when I offended Your Excellency, and I actually used a paper-cutting drama to tease me?
With Tang Changsheng's voice, time suddenly seemed to stand still.
It seems that Tang Changsheng's words scared someone!
At this moment, those ambush soldiers wearing golden armor were originally preparing to surround and kill, but they became hesitant when Tang Changsheng opened his mouth.
Tang Changsheng suddenly let out a long laugh, knowing that he was not wrong at all in guessing.
Unexpectedly, in the green tree area of Lu Fadan, in a dilapidated small hotel, he could still see one of the eight masters of the rivers and lakes back then, which really surprised him!
He let out a long laugh, and the light of the Yuanyang Divine Lamp in his hand skyrocketed, and where it shone, it immediately expelled the darkness, but it was no worse than the electric lamp, and it was already shining as bright as day.
I saw that those armor soldiers who were in ambush with shadows and shadows, where was it real?
In fact, all of them are made of gold leaf paper-cuts, and they are vivid and lifelike.
Tang Changsheng said in his heart, among the rivers and lakes opera, he has always been respected for his puppetry, but this paper drama has always been the same as shadow puppetry, puppets and other plays, and it is not elegant.
However, it is rumored that in the play, it is the method of cutting paper as a soldier into the paper play, I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to see it today!
When thinking like this in his heart, as the Yuanyang magic lamp was brightened, these armor soldiers cut out of gold leaf retreated again and again at this moment, but they looked extremely afraid.
At this time, a small old man wearing a short outfit and mille-feuille shoes finally appeared and walked out of the fog.
He held the god-beating old man, but went to check the martial artist who had been bitten by the flying ant Gu, and looked at Tang Changsheng in amazement: "How do you know that I am from the theater, and Master Chen will be fine, right?"
The so-called Master Chen is naturally a master who has a strong blood and qi and almost has to enter the Tao with martial arts, but unfortunately he was bitten down by Tang Changsheng's flying ant Gu.
At this moment, Tang Changsheng smiled and said, "It's going to be fine, just wait a minute!"
But before Tang Changsheng made the move just now, he already had a little guess, and the reinforcements showed a little mercy.
"Under is the head of the Xiajiang General Temple, and the first master knew the predecessors of the Miaoshou King. In fact, the paper figures and other things used in the past dynasties of the General Temple were purchased from the Wang family.
It's just that this year, I will hold another meeting in the General Temple, but I can't find the Wang family's incense and candle shop! I didn't expect to see another master of paper opera here today!"
When the old man heard this, his face moved slightly, and he finally sighed: "I can't imagine that it's still an old man!
Tang Changsheng was slightly moved: "Could it be that the father of the predecessors is Wang Chengshan, the king of wonderful hands?"
"Exactly!"
When the two of them said this, they were actually old people, and the tense atmosphere suddenly dissolved a lot.
No one would have thought that two characters with a lot of origins, who had not been in touch for decades, would now meet thousands of miles away. It's fate!
Even Tang Changsheng sighed twice, the ability of the King of Miaoshou to make paper figures back then can be described as a unique in the world. Sacrifices such as paper figures and paper horses made by his own hands, even without casting spells, carry a hint of spirituality.
Not only many dignitaries, but also the Taoist portal of the General Temple, they also carry the incense candles and paper people of the Miaoshou Wang family to use.
It can be more conducive to casting spells, and even has all kinds of wonderful uses!
It's just that this time when Tang Changsheng asked people to look for the Wang family's shop, it was already gone.
Tang Changsheng sighed a little at that time, thinking that such a world of the end of the law was another traditional craft that had disappeared from the world.
But I didn't expect to see the descendants of the King of Wonderful Hands here.
"I can't imagine that in a foreign country, you can actually meet the moral people of Middle-earth! It's just that why do you want to help the abuse, come to help outsiders and the Raptors Martial Arts Hall as enemies? Don't you really miss the slightest love for your homeland?"
These words are not full of air and intermittent, but the righteousness in the voice is awe-inspiring, and the momentum is as sonorous as iron that is unforgettable.
It can't be someone else, it's the god who beats the old man!
Let Tang Changsheng know that this old man was broken by himself just now, his blood and qi were weakened, and his middle qi was insufficient, but he was immersed in the divine beating all the year round, and he was often possessed by the gods, and his body was also contaminated with a trace of divine power.
"Why did the seniors say that, Master Peng Tong saved me yesterday, and the matter under me was very troublesome, and I was afraid that Pavilion Master Peng would be innocently implicated, so I came back to take a look!" Tang Changsheng's eyes flashed and explained.
After a pause, he said, "It's still his disciple called Black Whirlwind who called me!"
"Is it you? You're the one who was saved by Atong yesterday?" the old man who came out later exclaimed slightly, obviously knowing about it.
"Yes, what about Pavilion Master Peng?" At this time, Tang Changsheng vaguely knew that something was wrong, why didn't he see Peng Tong, the master, come out for so long.
"I came to the neighborhood yesterday afternoon to check, and I saw that the martial arts hall was fine, and I even called a million to come over!" Tang Changsheng said.
He didn't want to boast about anything, but to make it clear to these people so that there would be no misunderstanding.
The most are some arrogant people with thin faces and pride, who do things without explaining, and have to play a painful game that makes people misunderstand. In Tang Changsheng's opinion, it couldn't be more stupid!
"It turns out that you made the money," the old man finally believed that Tang Changsheng had no malicious intent this time, and his face relaxed. (To be continued.) )