A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 1039: Throwing a cup as a signal? (Please order the whole thing!)

A hundred miles away, in front of a Taoist temple, Hua Twelve looked up at the plaque "Maoshan Authentic" on the mountain gate and couldn't help feeling funny. No wonder Uncle Jiu and Simu only told him the location of the Taoist temple but refused to tell him the name of the temple. So the root was here.

They are all Maoshan heritage. If you set up a Taoist temple and call it Maoshan Authentic, then what about your other fellow disciples? It is obvious that they are not convinced.

Hua Shier tied up his horse and went forward to knock on the door. After a while, footsteps were heard from inside. Then a Taoist priest opened the door, took a look at his clothes, and asked rather arrogantly:
"What's your business?"

Hua Twelve stated his purpose: "I'm looking for Taoist Priest Shi Jianshi!"

"Master is busy!"

The young Taoist priest closed the door casually, muttering, "Who are you? You come here empty-handed to ask for an audience!"

Hua Shier held the door tightly, preventing him from closing it. He spread his hands and two dragon coins appeared in his hand:
"I don't have any gifts, but wouldn't it be better if you brought money?"

When the young Taoist saw Long Yang, he immediately smiled, but the next second his smile faded:

"We are a Maoshan orthodox family with a great business. Master, my brother, and I are three Taoist priests. You only need to take two silver dollars. This..."

You don't need to finish the sentence, but the meaning is clear: you have to pay more!
"These two are for you. There will be another gift after you meet Taoist Master Shi Jian!"

With Hua Twelve's current wealth, he naturally wouldn't care about gold and silver anymore. He would just take out the money and treat it as giving alms to a beggar!
As expected, the beggar was happy when he was given money. The little Taoist priest was smiling again. He put the money into his pocket in front of Hua Twelve, then opened the door and made a gesture of invitation:

"Dear guest, please move to the quiet room to have tea. My master is in the morning class. I will inform you later!"

The interior of the Taoist temple is not very big. In addition to the main hall, there are three or two quiet rooms.

Hua Shier was invited to a quiet room on the right, and the Taoist priest also brought him fragrant tea and some snacks. I guess only pilgrims who are generous with their money can receive such treatment.

The different treatment before and after made Hua Twelve shake his head.

When I watched the movie before, I knew that Shi Jian, the eldest brother of Maoshan, was not upright. Now I see that one of his disciples, a Taoist priest, is behaving like this. It is true that the superiors lead the subordinates. No wonder a cultivator can raise a son like that who is a silver thief.

After waiting for less than half an hour, the door was pushed open, and a young man with a slicked-back hair and powdered face walked in without any courtesy. He lifted up his coat and sat down opposite Hua Twelve.
"You want to see my master?"

Shi Shaojian, Shi Jian's apprentice, also has another undisclosed identity, Shi Jian's biological son.

Hua Shier was speechless when he first watched the movie. The master was called Shi Jian and the apprentice was called Shi Shaojian. The names were given as if you were afraid that others would not know that this was your illegitimate child.

Whatever method you use to deal with someone, Hua Twelve took out a gold bar and pushed it over:

"Please recommend!"

A villain like Shi Shaojian must be greedy for money and lustful. As expected, his eyes lit up when he saw the gold bars. He didn't even need to ask Hua Twelve's purpose. He patted his chest and said:

"Brother, don't worry, I'll take care of your matter!"

This guy put away the gold bars and left. After a while, he asked someone to invite Hua Twelve, saying that his master Shi Jian wanted to see him.

The Taoist priest invited him to a quiet room and knocked on the door: "Master, the guest is here!"

"Come in!" The voice was sonorous and powerful, like the sound of metal and stone.

The receptionist opened the door and invited Hua Twelve in.

On the main seat in the quiet room, sat a middle-aged Taoist priest with a sinister look. At first glance, he did not have the immortal demeanor of other Taoists. Instead, he had a sharp aura, with a scorching gaze and eyes as fast as lightning.

This Taoist priest was none other than Shi Jian, who was later called the Maoshan Thunder and Lightning King by netizens.

Standing behind him was Shi Shaojian, who had just received the money. The latter also received money to do the job, and introduced with a smile:

"Master, this is my best friend. By the way, what is your name?"

After saying that, he touched his nose and felt a little embarrassed. He was so focused on the money that he forgot to ask the name.

Shi Jian knew that his son's words were all lies. How could he not even know the name of his best friend? It was obvious that he had received benefits from him. He turned around and glared at his son, then turned to look at Hua Twelve:

"Is there anything you want to see me about?"

In Shi Jian's view, Hua Twelve was just an ordinary person. He thought that there was something fishy at home and came to ask him to clean it up.

But Hua Twelve got straight to the point: "I heard that Taoist Master Shi combined Taoism and martial arts to create the Lightning Thunder Fist. I am willing to pay a hundred gold bars to obtain this fist technique!"

Shi Shaojian's eyes lit up, with a hundred gold bars, why would he be a flower thief? Wouldn't it be better to just open a brothel and play with her as he pleased?

If Hua Twelve knew what this guy was thinking, he would definitely give him a thumbs up. Well, this is an idealist.

Shi Jian's eyes narrowed: "My unique skills are priceless!"

Hua Twelve felt that it would not work without some help, so he added:
"Master Shi, have you heard of the 'Three Yin Demon-Slaying Blade' of Xuantian Shenglong Dao? Legend has it that it was created by Zhang Sanfeng, the Taoist master of Wudang, when he traveled around the world to exterminate demons and monsters. I am willing to exchange the 'Three Yin Demon-Slaying Blade' and a hundred gold bars for your Lightning Thunder Fist. What do you think?"

Zhang Sanfeng: MMP, I have to pay extra for my unique skills?

Shi Jian's eyes rolled left and right, and he was obviously attracted. The principles of the martial arts created by Master Sanfeng must be profound. Even if it was not the same path as his Maoshan, the wonderful principles contained in it would surely enable him to draw inferences from one instance to another and take a deeper step in his understanding of the principles. How could he not be attracted?

He immediately asked, "Do you have this technique with you?"

Hua Shier took out a thin book from his arms, which was the handwritten copy of "Three Yin Demon-Slaying Swords"!
Shi Jian clenched his fist fiercely, and the next moment, blue lightning appeared on his fist and crackled:

"You must know that if you deceive me with a fake secret book, your end will be very miserable. Death is not even your final destination. I will definitely extract your soul and let you suffer the pain of the true fire refining your soul day and night!"

Hua Twelve frowned: "I'm here for fair trade, so I won't use fake goods!"

He could obviously have robbed it, but due to his status as an immortal, he couldn't take away other people's skills without reason, so he proposed a deal. Who would have thought that Shi Jian had such evil thoughts in his mind, and with such a mentality, there was no point in practicing Taoism.

Shi Jian laughed strangely twice: "Well said, since the secret book is real, there is no problem, and it can be exchanged, but there is still a difficulty!"

Hua Twelve was a little impatient: "I don't know what the difficulty is, Taoist priest, why don't you tell me!"

Shi Jian slapped the coffee table beside him, and with the lightning in his palm, the coffee table shattered with a loud bang, and a smell of burning wood was emitted:

"This difficulty is simple. I want your secret manual of the Three Yin Demon-Slaying Blade, but you don't want to give me my Lightning Thunder Fist. Tell me, how can I solve this problem?"

When he said this, Shi Shaojian behind him immediately understood. He flashed to the door, drew out a dagger and blocked Hua Twelve's way. It was obvious that the father and son had some inappropriate thoughts.

Hua Twelve smiled happily, "Such a good thing, why didn't you tell me earlier? I could have snatched it, but I was limited by my status. Well, since you guys are like this, then I have nothing to worry about!"

Shi Jian had a bad feeling when he was speaking. The man in front of him clearly didn't seem to have any cultivation at all, but he made him feel uneasy, as if a great crisis was about to occur.

He was not a indecisive person. Sensing something was wrong, he suddenly punched out with his right fist, and a bolt of lightning struck directly at Hua Twelve on the opposite side.

boom!
Under the lightning, the chair that Hua Twelve was sitting on was charred by the lightning, but it did not break directly. It was obvious that Shi Jian was afraid that the secret book would be damaged, so he held back his strength and wanted to subdue Hua Twelve first.

But the chair was smashed black and Hua Twelve disappeared.

Then he heard Shi Shaojian shouting in panic: "Master, save me!"

It turned out that Hua Shier had instantly teleported behind Shi Shaojian, grabbed the latter's neck with his hand, and lifted him up.

He pinched the big tendon on Shi Shaojian's neck with his thumb, making him unable to move, and said to Shi Jian, who had a murderous look on his face:

"If you want your son to live, hand over the secret manual of 'Lightning Thunder Fist'!"

Shi Jian snorted coldly: "So he is a fellow Taoist, but you misunderstood, fellow Taoist, he is just my disciple, not my son. If you want to kill him, just do it. You want me to hand over the secret book? Absolutely impossible!"

"You're just trying to hold on, huh? Do you think no one would know if you had a illegitimate child and raised him as your disciple? I'll pay you back, Shu Dao Shan."

Hua Twelve held Shi Shaojian's neck with his right hand and cut his left arm with his left hand. With a snap, his arm broke, and the latter screamed in agony:
"Dad, stop pretending, save me, save me quickly."

Shi Jian's face was as black as ink, and he looked like he was about to explode at any moment, but in the end he gave in:

"Okay, I agree. You release Shaojian first!" Hua Twelve spat directly, then stretched out his hand to break Shi Shaojian's right arm. Amid his wailing, he said:

"You were trying to rob me just now. How can I trust you with your poor character? Hand over the things quickly, or I'll break his legs and then his offspring!"

Shi Jian finally stopped playing tricks and took out a booklet from his pocket and threw it over:

"This is the experience I gained from practicing the Lightning Thunder Fist. Take it!"

Hua Twelve held Shi Shaojian in his right hand and stretched out his left hand to take the secret book. Shi Jian's eyes moved, and he rushed over lightly. He was one step ahead of the secret book and reached out to grab the former's hand:
"go to hell!"

Lightning flashed on his palm, and a blue lightning spread along Hua Twelve's arm to his torso, but under Shi Jian's precise control, it did not affect Shi Shaojian who was held by Hua Twelve, but only surrounded Hua Twelve.

But the next moment Shi Jian was stunned. He saw Hua Twelve, who was wrapped in blue lightning, was not only fine, but also had an expression of enjoyment:
"Push harder, it's much more comfortable than a massage!"

After Hua Shier finished speaking, he smiled and winked at Shi Jian.

Shi Jian suddenly felt something was wrong and was about to leave, but it was too late. How could Hua Shier let him get away?

As his five fingers clenched together, there was a snap and Shi Jian's hand bones were shattered.

Even so, Hua Twelve did not let go. He grabbed the hand with the crushed bones and did a "Hulk Throw". Bang, bang, bang, he swung one hand and smashed it in the quiet room. The tables, chairs, and beds were smashed to pieces, and the floor tiles were smashed to pieces. The ground became uneven, and there were pits everywhere.

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By the time Hua Twelve finished his fight, Shi Jian looked like a pile of rotten meat, but he was still alive. One had to say that this Maoshan senior brother was indeed very resilient.

Hua Twelve casually slashed with his hand, and an invisible blade energy was released, splitting Shi Jian in half, splitting it vertically, and even directly crushing his soul.
He waved his hand again, and the booklet that had fallen on the ground instantly flew into his hands. He took a look and found that it should not be a fake.

At this time, a pungent smell came. Hua Twelve took a look and immediately showed an expression of disgust.

He saw that Shi Shaojian, who was held in his right hand, had a large wet spot on his pants, which was smelly and smelly. It was obvious that he was frightened to the point of incontinence.

He casually threw Shi Shaojian aside. The latter was so frightened that he could not stand up. He crawled on the ground and kowtowed to Hua Twelve:

"Mercy, mercy!"

Hua Shier casually used the One Yang Finger to kill him instantly. If he didn't kill this silver thief, would he keep him to harm the little girl?

I opened the system page and took a look, and sure enough, the task progress had increased again, which proved that these two men were also demons in troubled times.

In the original plot, Shi Shaojian was a silver thief, and his father Shi Jian was not a good guy either. He relied on absorbing ghosts to increase his magic power, and had already embarked on the path of evil cultivation.

With a loud bang, the door was pushed open. It was the receptionist who heard the noise and ran over to check.

Seeing the tragic scene in the room, Hua Twelve was so frightened that his legs went limp. He walked over and patted him on the shoulder:

"Congratulations, this Taoist temple will be yours from now on!"

He took out a clone talisman and slapped it on himself. Instantly, more than a dozen Hua Twelve appeared, and then they scattered and began to plunder Shi Jian's property.

A moment later, all of Shi Jian's books, various magical instruments, and the gold and silver properties in the temple were found by his clone and casually put into Hua Shier's space as his trophies.

Coming out of the Taoist temple, Hua Twelve didn't even turn his head back. He slapped his hand, and the plaque of Maoshan Authentic behind him shattered silently.

The authenticity of Taoist inheritance is not only determined by Taoist techniques and skills, but also by moral values. It is a joke for an evil cultivator to claim to be authentic!

When Hua Shier was dealing with Shi Jian, in the Wumeng County Yameng, an old man in gorgeous clothes, surrounded by a group of guards, ignored the yamen runners' obstruction and broke into the back hall.

Bao Longxing and Bao Youwei were shocked: "Who dares to attack the county government? Come on, close the door and release the dogs. Leopard Head, arrest the man!"

Leopard head rushed forward: "Roar!"

The guards around the old man immediately drew their swords, and the old man, facing danger, shouted:
"Lei Bao, look who I am?"

Lei Bao recognized the old man at this time, and immediately stopped, then knelt on one knee out of habit:
"Lei Bao greets Lord Beile, may Lord Beile be blessed!"

Bao Longxing and his nephew both fell backwards and took a deep breath:
"Lord Baylor?"

Lei Bao quickly introduced: "Yes, this is the famous Iron Prince!"

Bao Longxing felt a little nervous. He knew that his sworn brother was doing something rebellious, and now that he had come to his house, what should he do?
But Bao Longxing was not embarrassed. Tie Beile said directly: "Are you Bao Longxing, the magistrate of Wumeng County? Let me ask you, where is the imperial envoy?"

"You mean Lord Yu? He went on a private visit in disguise!"

"Humph, that's a fake imperial envoy. Yu Xiulian from Xiongyuan Escort Agency is the descendant of an old friend of mine. She sent a letter to the court saying that someone had murdered Yurui and replaced him. I came here this time on the orders of the old Buddha to secretly capture him!"

Bao Longxing was puzzled and asked, "May I ask, Lord Beile, why did you take him down 'secretly'?"

Tie Beile walked over unceremoniously and sat in the main seat:

"You, the officials of the imperial court, are being played around by him. Doesn't the Qing Dynasty have any dignity left? When he comes back, you will cooperate with this prince to execute him in secret. Then we will announce to the public that Lord Yu caught a cold while on a secret visit, causing his old illness to relapse and he is seriously ill and cannot be cured."

As soon as Tie Beile finished speaking, Bao Longxing hurriedly said, "My Lord Beile, I swear to heaven that I was not fooled by him. Please don't wrongly accuse me!"

Bao Youwei also said: "Me neither, we both have hemorrhoids."

Tiebeile: “.”

When Hua Shier returned to Wumeng, it was already the next morning, and this trip was a complete success.

As soon as he returned to the county government office, he felt that the atmosphere was not right. He found that there were some unfamiliar faces in the government office, and some of his own people were secretly giving him glances.

When they arrived at the flower hall in the backyard, they saw an old man sitting in the main seat. Bao Longxing was talking to him with a wicked smile on his face, and Leopard Head was standing behind him respectfully.

Seeing Hua Twelve coming in, Bao Longxing said quickly:

"Oh, the Imperial Envoy is back. Come, let me introduce you, Lord Beile. This is the Imperial Envoy's former general of Yili, Yu Rui, Lord Yu!"

Bao Longxing introduced the old man to Hua Twelve again: "Master Yu, this man is extraordinary, the Iron Prince of the Forty-Nine City."

As he spoke, he turned his back to Tie Beile and winked at Hua Twelve.

Before Hua Twelve could speak, Tie Beile spoke:

"Master Yu, if I remember correctly, this is the first time we meet. Come, sit down and talk!"

Seeing the old man's joking expression, Hua Twelve smiled. He was just acting with him, right? If he hadn't seen "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon", he might have really believed the old man's lies. It was obvious that the two families were on good terms. The Iron Prince even adopted Yu Jiaolong as his goddaughter. Now he was pretending to be someone he didn't recognize. It was obvious that he had discovered that he was a fake and was teasing him.

Since the other party wanted to play, Hua Twelve also wanted to tease the old man, so he sat down directly and asked:

"I don't know, Lord Beile, what are you doing here in this little Wumeng?"

Tie Beile said with a smile: "Of course I am."

As he spoke, he naturally picked up the teacup. It seemed that the tea was a little hot and he lost his grip on it, and the cup fell to the ground.

Breaking the cup as a signal?

The next moment, Hua Twelve reached out and caught the teacup: "My Lord, you are too careless!"

Tie Beile's eyes twitched: "No more waiting, get started!"

The next moment, a steel knife was placed on the prince's neck, and there was no movement in the back hall.

Bao Longxing laughed loudly: "Those stinky sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs wanted to attack my second brother. You old man teamed up with us to deal with my dear second brother. You are simply sending yourself to our door."

Bao Youwei came out from the back hall and said to Hua Twelve:

"Sir, the soldiers of Lord Beile who were ambushing behind us were all taken care of by our brothers. We hit them on the head from behind, and they didn't even have a chance to fight back!"

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