It was like the bald donkey attacked her as soon as they met, but was restrained in the face of Tang Yun. Of course, it was because Tang Yun was stronger than the other party, but also because of the other party's identity.

The monks didn't dare to kill Tang Yun, especially in such a large public. Otherwise, if the court held him accountable afterwards, he would have to kneel down even if the Vajra Temple expanded ten times.

Actually.

Assuming that Tang Yun's strength is really inferior to his opponent, even if the monk accidentally kills him, there won't be any big problem.

It stands to reason that the death of the Palace Master is not a trivial matter, and the court will definitely investigate it to the end.

But don't forget that there is still Zhao Yi stuck on Tang Yun's forehead. If Tang Yun dies, Zhao Yi will be happy before it's too late, and he will even wipe his ass for Jingang Temple.

As long as the reasons are passable and a few random scapegoats are found, Tang Yun's death can be easily fooled.

So, it's a pity that the Vajra Temple has just been opened... I don't know the way inside.

Of course, even if they understood, it would not help, because Tang Yun was indeed stronger than the monk, and this bald donkey alone could not defeat him.

——

The next day.

Vajra Temple.

After many years, this moss-covered stone step was finally stepped on by someone who did not belong to Vajra Temple.

The man's movements were very fast, but the box he held in his hand was very steady. He quickly reached the end of the steps in a few meters step.

He stopped in front of the slightly dilapidated temple and looked at the young novice monks on both sides: "Master Tang Yuntang, the master of Lingchuan Palace, heard that the temple has reopened after many years, so he specially prepared a small gift for the young master to give it to him personally.

When it comes to the hands of the abbot master, don't neglect it."

"Amitabha, Mr. Tang is..." Before the little novice monk could ask any questions, the man put the box in his hand and turned around to go down the mountain without a moment's delay.

"strangeness."

The two young novices looked at each other, with deep doubts visible on each other's faces. However, it was better to send the gift to the abbot first. After all, he was a member of the Zhenwu Pavilion and could not be neglected.

When a young monk saw the two little ones, he couldn't help but walked forward with a smile: "You two little devils want to be lazy again? Hey... what are you holding in your hands?"

The young monk shook his head and said: "It was a gift just sent by a person from the Zhenwu Pavilion. It is said that the master of the palace, Mr. Tang, knew that our Vajra Temple was reopened, so he prepared a small gift."

The monk was startled, a little puzzled by this sentence. His eyes fell on the box, his nose moved subconsciously, and his face suddenly changed slightly: "No, why does it smell like... blood?"

He suppressed his smile, suppressed the ominous premonition in his heart, called for the two young novice monks to follow him, and quickly led them towards the host.

"Master..."

"What makes you so panicked and urgent?"

"This box was just delivered by someone..."

"Huh? The smell of blood~"

The host, Master Xuanbei, gradually became serious. He flicked the box open with his fingers. Immediately, a strong smell of blood emanated from it, filling the hall soon.

hiss……

Seeing the contents in the box, everyone subconsciously opened their mouths and took a deep breath.

"ah……"

The little monk was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and took a few steps back in a panic. He subconsciously dropped the box on the ground, hid behind the monk shivering, and said with a sob: "I, I don't know, it's..."

The monk comforted the young monk, bent down to pick up the letter soaked in blood at the corners, and handed it to the host: "There is another letter here."

Stab~

Xuan Bei had a sullen face and tore open the envelope with a somewhat rough movement. He took out the thin paper inside and unfolded it. He scanned it with his eyes and read the contents ten lines at a time. His anger could no longer be hidden and was fully displayed on his face.

The monk next to him frowned and took it. After reading the content, he couldn't help but slap the case and said angrily: "Ignorant child, how dare you do this?"

The stone slabs under his feet shattered quietly, and dispersed around like dust with the surging breath. The dragon pillars in the huge hall creaked, as if they were in danger of collapsing at any time.

"Amitabha, Xuanku, you are in trouble." Xuanbei flicked his sleeves, and the dust was instantly swept out of the temple by the strong wind. He put his hand on the monk's shoulder, fearing that the monk would accidentally hurt the juniors around him.

Xuan Ku's eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, but be careful..."

Xuanbei recited the Buddha's name softly and said: "This matter is Jie Kong's fault. It is the right principle to subjugate demons and eliminate them, but it has brought Zhenwu Pavilion into trouble. His skills are not as good as those of others."

"But he, he..." Xuan Ku held the letter, but his hands were trembling.

Xuanbei twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, gently picked up the broken arm on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "You have to admit your mistakes, but there are some things he did too much. But after all, he is the current master of Lingchuan Mansion.

, this matter is based on reason, we must not act rashly."

Xuan Ku gritted his teeth: "Can you bear it like this?"

Xuanbei closed his eyes for a moment and said: "Know yourself and your enemy. He is a member of the imperial court. If you want to overthrow him, you can only use your strength to fight."

"Senior brother, what do you mean...Zhang Wei?" Xuan Kuruo realized something.

Xuan lamented: "Yes, Zhang Wei's father and I have a good personal relationship. Maybe we can use this relationship to get Zhang Wei to help. Right now, the main thing is to save Jiekong's life."

——

Lingchuan Fucheng.

Tang Yun blew the ink marks, folded the letter and stuffed it into an envelope, and threw it to Li Xiao: "One for each family, go and deliver it."

"Sir, you haven't said which one yet." Li Xiao held the letter in confusion and found that there was no writing on the envelope at all.

Tang Yun said calmly: "Every big and small force in Lingchuan Mansion, except Jingang Temple, will be given a copy."

"Yes." Although Li Xiao didn't know why, he still bowed in agreement and quickly went out to do errands.

Tang Yanyue stepped in and said, "The people from the Vajra Temple are here and are waiting outside the door."

Tang Yun lay lazily on the chair and waved his hands: "Just go and see him. After the exercises are done, let those bald donkeys swear to the Buddha that they will guarantee the authenticity of the exercises.

Then, if there was nothing else to do, I released the bald donkey from the prison. Now is not the time to have a dispute with Kongang Temple. The appetizer is served first, and the main dish is still in the pot."

"What do you mean?" Tang Yanyue was stunned, wondering what Tang Yun was up to.

Tang Yun smiled: "Someone just told me an interesting thing. Jingang Temple has a very good personal relationship with the father who was the former head of the palace. And the reason why the other party became the head of the palace is that there are many people in Jingang Temple here.

strength."

Tang Yanyue became more and more confused and asked: "The previous palace master? You mean Zhang Wei? Isn't he transferred out now? Why is he related to his father again?"

"It's a long story. You go deal with those bald donkeys first." Tang Yun didn't go into details and ordered her to do something quickly.

Tuk Tuk~

The fingertips touched the armrest and made a muffled sound. Tang Yun narrowed his eyes and raised a sneer on his lips: "Seeing that you are older, I call you brother. If you don't know how to express yourself, I don't mind letting Zhang Wei follow you."

The bald donkeys of the Vajra Monastery went together to meet their Buddha."

Pa da ~

House of Flying Daggers was gradually coming to an end. Tang Yun sat up from his chair, poured himself a cup of tea, and quickly recalled the information he knew. His eyes suddenly deepened: "That place must be a new copy."

I pulled out the panel and looked at it, and entered the Fucheng dungeon as usual. The purpose was no longer to clear the level, but to practice martial arts and become proficient in the techniques...

[Blood Sacrifice City] This copy, Tang Yun has said more than once that it is a huge treasure, and it is indeed the case.

His current attribute panel is extremely luxurious, with more than a dozen sword skills, seven or eight body skills, and even more boxing and kicking skills. Although they are all human-level martial arts, they have still greatly improved his strength.

There are similarities between martial arts, especially martial arts of the same type.

In fact, there are only so many moves that martial artists can actually perform in battle. From a superficial perspective, the 'routines' of many martial arts are actually somewhat similar, especially in the aspect of fist and kick kung fu.

But it’s just a look.

In fact, most martial arts have unique ways of exerting force. One move is a black tiger's move that rips out the heart, and another is a move that goes straight to the yellow dragon. In fact, to put it bluntly, it means stepping forward and punching (grabbing). The movements are 90% similar, but the results are completely different.

Of course Tang Yun had his own ideas as to why he learned so many things.

He wanted to draw parallels.

Understand more martial arts, and then change the perspective to figure out your own fighting style, discarding the dross and extracting the essence. The more you understand, it will also have a great effect on improving the martial arts level on your panel.

"There are changes again."

He looked at his panel in astonishment. This was the second time the skill tree had changed. Compared to before, the skill panel now looked more like a tree.

Before, it was at most a small sapling. No one pruned and cared for it, and the branches grew wildly and crookedly. Now it looks like it has been pruned, with some thick branches and rotten leaves cut off to make the trunk straighter...

Name: Tang Yun

Physique:39

Cultivation: Tenth level of blood coagulation realm.

Active skills: [Elementary Kendo] [Ling Yun Thirteen Swords (25/30)]

[Elementary Fighting] [Dragon-Suppressing Cloud-Packing Palm (12/25)]

[Elementary Movement Technique] [Drunken Moon Star Picking Step (17/25)]

Passive skills: [Thunder Power] [Burning Flame Hao Ri Kung] [Blue Blood Underworld Technique (15/25)]

Attribute points: 0

Skill Points: 1
To be continued...