fifth form

Chapter 2442 The Lord of Suffering Comes to the Door
Considering the ultimate ability, the magic cloth inherited by the banker is undoubtedly the first choice that Zhenyuan Shenjun would risk his face to get.

But this is a refined magic weapon. Even if it is an unformed magic weapon cloth embryo, this magic weapon cloth has been refined by someone.

This kind of refining is as exaggerated as someone using a piece of iron that has never been forged into a sword as a weapon, but it is indeed a magic weapon.

"What a pity!"

Zhenyuan Shenjun's hand reached out again for the silver sand magic cloth that he had given up on impulse.

Compared to not getting what you want, Zhenyuan Shenjun obviously cares more about the good stuff you can get.

"Do you want me to go and ask about the situation?" Zhang Xuezhou asked.

“No… that’s fine too!”

Zhenyuan God would not take away treasures that already had an owner, but after listening to Zhang Xuezhou's explanation, he thought it would be a good idea to ask about the situation.

"Mr. Dong, the treasure he got is so good, so I just gave him some materials?"

Zhang Xuezhou and Zhenyuan Shenjun had a very harmonious conversation, and Li Shaojun felt both envious and jealous.

He was originally very satisfied with what he had gained, and did not care about the magic cloth taken by Zhenyuan Shenjun, but when the last roll of cloth was taken out, he could no longer sit still.

"Are you not satisfied?"

Hearing the sound from Li Shaojun's moving lips, Zhang Xuezhou looked surprised.

"I am satisfied with the materials for making the Eight-Step Immortal Pill, but I also want this roll of cloth!"

Li Shaojun hooked his finger.

Perhaps because he felt that Zhenyuan God had not discovered his identity, Li Shaojun stopped trembling in his heart, and his body straightened up, but some little thoughts still emerged in his mind.

"It seems that you know the origin of this roll of cloth," Zhang Xuezhou asked by moving his lips.

"As long as you can get Zhuang Qingzhai to give me this roll of cloth, I will tell you where it came from," Li Shaojun said.

"Tsk, I still need you to tell me, why don't I just ask Zhuang Qingzhai directly?" Zhang Xuezhou sneered and said, "He just doesn't understand the inheritance inside, it's not like he doesn't know the origin of the magic cloth!"

"Even if you don't cooperate with me, I won't cooperate with you when I become rich!"

Li Shaojun gritted his teeth in hatred, but he really didn't have the ability to play any tricks.

As long as the thing is coveted by Zhenyuan Shenjun, he will be helpless and will not risk his life to seize the treasure.

"Just tell me quickly," Zhang Xuezhou urged, "If you figure out the situation, maybe you can get a piece of the pie with us. If you don't figure it out, you'll get nothing!"

"Do you think I'm a god who can tell the whole story with just one look?" Li Shaojun frowned and said, "I just think this thing is a bit similar to the things passed down by our ancestors. If we study it more, we may be able to unearth some incredible treasures!"

"Oh?"

"You should know that our Taoist heritage is divided into the Huang-Lao School and the Lao-Zhuang School," Li Shaojun said, "The Huang-Lao School is the imperial family heritage, while our Lao-Zhuang School is partly derived from my ancestors, and partly from the heritage of Zhuang Sheng!"

"You mean to say this is the inheritance of Zhuang Sheng?"

Zhang Xuezhou gave a puzzled sound and lost interest for a moment.

The Huang-Lao school mentioned by Li Shaojun is the imperial way controlled by the Empress Dowager, while the Lao-Zhuang school is the way of the martial arts world, which is divided into various factions.

Just as Confucianism has many branches and various factions, the martial arts world also has the Laozi faction and the Zhuangzi faction.

Regardless of Lao Tzu or Zhuang Zhou, these are all Taoist traditions, and have nothing to do with Zhang Xuezhou of the Yin-Yang School, nor with Rong Tianding of the Shijiao School. Only Li Shaojun can be used as a reference.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

The inheritance of various major schools is not useful just because you get it. For example, Zhang Xuezhou has also come into contact with the secret books of the Shijiao school. He has also read the "Zhongni Qi Guan Shuo" of the Confucius school. Zhang Xuezhou has also read through the Mohist classics in the Mohist Mechanical City.

But none of the abilities he was using at the moment were related to these inheritances.

Different fields are like different mountains, and the differences between factions also set rules and regulations for practice. You can't learn everything you see.

No matter how rigorous and complete the Zhuang Zhou tradition is, it has limited effect on Zhang Xuezhou, and it is not worth repeated research.

"If you are not interested, then you can help me. I am very interested. If he gets hold of it, how can I get it back?"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou's lack of interest after knowing the situation, Li Shaojun couldn't help but get anxious.

He was not afraid of the things being in Zhang Xuezhou's hands, nor was he afraid of the things being in Zhuang Qingzhai's hands. He was just afraid of the things falling into the hands of Zhenyuan Shenjun. The former could still be shared or asked for, but the latter would make him lose all hope in his life.

No different from Zhang Xuezhou, Li Shaojun had little interest in the contents of other factions, but he was undoubtedly very interested in the contents of his own faction, and even hoped to make up for his poor means of cultivation.

"Let me tell you, my ancestor's inheritance looks almost the same as this. There is a very likely a cloth demon in this cloth. As long as we can communicate, we can obtain Zhuang Sheng's inheritance and treasures." Li Shaojun said in a hurry: "You don't care about Zhuang Sheng's inheritance, but you should care about his treasures!"

"Is Zhuang Sheng's treasure very powerful?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully.

"Zhuang Sheng doesn't like fighting, but no one can defeat him in a debate of magic or treasure. Do you think he is strong?"

"Is it true? Are there top masters fighting against Zhuang Shengbao?"

"When he doesn't like fighting, his reputation is only second to our ancestor. If he likes fighting, it will not be this reputation. Do you understand what I mean?"

Li Shaojun whispered softly.

He kept up a tough face and tried his best to maintain Zhuang Sheng's mysteriousness.

Of course, Li Shaojun had to say that he knew nothing about Zhuang Sheng at all. After all, no matter how strong Zhuang Sheng was, he was also truly low-key, and few people knew him completely.

Li Shaojun was only inheriting the Taoist tradition. When he saw something similar to his own inheritance and thought of Zhuang Qingzhai's surname, he made a blind guess.

But he couldn't guarantee whether things would turn out as he wished or whether he could get any benefits.

It was not his character to not take the treasure when he saw it. A portion of Laozi's inheritance could feed three generations of their family. Li Shaojun felt that with the addition of Zhuang Sheng's inheritance, he would surely become successful.

"Your treasures are a little..."

"My treasures are a little bit worse, but think about it, our Taoist ancestors have been dead for three or four hundred years, so it's normal that the treasures I use are worse. But Zhuang Sheng has only been dead for 150 years, so those treasures can definitely be used after washing!"

Zhang Xuezhou expressed his doubt, and Li Shaojun immediately made the decision to guarantee it.

His treasures were old and outdated, having been ravaged by time, but Zhuang Zhou's treasures were perhaps still half new and half old.

Li Shaojun felt that if they could take away a useful treasure, they would not be so destitute.

"Really?"

"Really? I guarantee that I, Li Shaojun, have never lied to you. I can swear to heaven that if I tell you falsely, you will die a miserable death!"

In order to convince Zhang Xuezhou, Li Shaojun swore to the sky.

He patted his chest and made a guarantee, and then Zhenyuan Shenjun, who was stroking the silver sandpaper, slowly raised his head.

"Are you Li Shaojun?"

Zhenyuan Shenjun narrowed his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man who was dragged by Zhang Xuezhou.

He put down the silver sand cloth in his hand and gently shook his sleeves twice, which made Li Shaojun shocked.

"Your cultivation is inferior. There is not much difference between communicating in front of me and speaking in front of me." Zhenyuan Divine Lord rolled up his sleeves and said, "When you swore just now, you said you were Li Shaojun?"

"Li Shaojun?"

Li Shaojun's heart was pounding.

He forcibly suppressed his pounding heart.

After a suspicious cry, Li Shaojun quickly stood up.

"Master, have you also heard of this name?" Li Shaojun said with a slightly flushed face.

"What's wrong?" Zhenyuan Shenjun asked suspiciously.

"My father's name is also Li Shaojun," Li Shaojun said stiffly, "I was in seclusion in the Taoist temple and went out. I heard from the Taoist boy that a man named Dongfang Shuo invited my father to the court to be an official. I went all the way to Chang'an City these days and found this Dongfang Shuo, but Dongfang Shuo would not tell me where my father went!"

"Ok?"

The expression of Zhenyuan God changed slightly.

He looked at Zhang Xuezhou, only to see that Zhang Xuezhou had a blank expression and didn't say anything.

Zhen Yuan Shen Jun glanced at Li Shaojun again, and felt that the other party was speaking with sincerity. He couldn't help feeling a little bad, as he felt that he had beaten the other party's father to death, and now the victim had come to find him.