Chapter 715: Jia Fu, Fuxi and Shangqing

Chapter 715 Jia Fu, Fuxi and Shangqing

 Chapter 713: Jia Fu, Fuxi and Shangqing

After anyone reaches the realm of Grand Master, their skills can be cast instantly, and they can also burn their internal energy in exchange for heaven-defying combat power.

 At the beginning of Zhang Daoling's battle with Zhang Sheng, Zhang Daoling's skills had been activated instantly, and he had the peak combat power of a grand master in the later stage.

In this state, if Zhang Daoling can successfully burn his internal energy, Qin Hao and Zhang Sheng will really be dead.

 Zhang Daoling did not burn his internal energy, mainly for three reasons.

 First of all, the cost of burning internal energy is too high, and Zhang Daoling does not want to become a useless person;

Secondly, Zhang Daoling did not think that he would lose to the two juniors;

 In the end, Zhang Sheng’s speed was too fast, and Qin Hao’s amazing last-ditch attack didn’t give Zhang Daoling a chance to burn up his internal energy.

This shows how difficult it is to kill a great master, but there are so many great masters in Taoism, which makes Qin Hao not afraid.

With their hearts together, Qin Hao naturally couldn't sit still. Just a few days after they reunited with Zhang Sheng, they were separated again. Although Qin Hao was very reluctant to let go, there was nothing he could do for the sake of the great cause.

But what Qin Hao didn't expect was that Zhang Sheng not only readily agreed, but also wanted to return to Nanyang with Qin Hao.

Zhang Sheng asked Dongfang Bubai to return to Taihang, temporarily taking his place as Emperor Ming, while she herself followed Qin Hao back to Nanyang.

At the same time, the 111 people Qin Hao summoned this time are also rapidly affecting the world.

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 Liangzhou, Jia Mansion.

After finishing the day's government affairs, Jia Xu returned home with a solemn expression. When he heard the sound of tigers and tigers practicing martial arts in the courtyard, Jia Xu's expression immediately dropped.

 “This treacherous son.”

After Jia Xu quickly walked into the courtyard, he saw that his son was still practicing martial arts. He immediately scolded: "Fu'er, how many times have I told you as a father to read more and dance less with guns and sticks. You halberd?" Even if you are strong in law, can you still be stronger than Xiang Yu?"

A trace of dissatisfaction flashed across Jia Fu's face, and he muttered dissatisfiedly: "How does the father know that the child must not be as good as Xiang Yu?"

Jia Fu, who was born by Liu Xiu, was implanted with the identity of Jia Xu’s eldest son.

The Jia family was a large family in Liangzhou that passed down Confucian classics. However, Jia Fu, the young master of the Jia family, not only did not like reading, but instead advocated martial arts.

Jia Fu didn't know where he learned this halberd technique. He studied hard for more than ten years and naturally neglected his studies. This also gave Jia Xu a headache for his son.

Hearing that his son dared to retaliate, Jia Xu glared and shouted: "Xiang Yu is the best in the world in martial arts, but he died in battle? Do you want to be like Xiang Yu?"

Seeing that his father was getting angry, Jia Fu did not dare to refute, and immediately lowered his head and responded: "Father is right, everything father said is right, but the child is wrong."

Jia Xu was even more dissatisfied with his son's perfunctory attitude, so he asked again: "Then tell me where you went wrong?"

"Forehead…"

Jia Fu didn't know how to respond. He didn't feel that he was wrong. Instead, he felt that his father had too many opinions on warriors.

Jia Fu rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Father, can you tell me where you are right?"

Jia Xu, who had never been angry for many years, now felt a surge of anger brewing in his chest, and it was almost overwhelming.

"Father, go back and study. If you still can't memorize the Analects of Confucius well before dinner, then don't have dinner." "Huh?"

Jia Fu immediately grimaced, but because of his father's majesty, he could only reluctantly put down his painting halberd, and went back very reluctantly, reading the Analects of Confucius in his arms.

"snort."

Jia Xu snorted coldly when he saw this, but when he thought of what happened before, he couldn't care less about his son who was giving him a headache.

Jia Xu immediately returned to the study, quickly wrote a secret letter, and gave it to the housekeeper to pass it out.

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 Shuijing Villa, in the reception hall.

Guiguzi and Sima Hui were sitting on the main seats respectively, and below were Nanhua, Zou Yan, Mo Zhai, Bian Que and other people from hundreds of families. Fuxi, who was cut off by Qin Hao, stood respectfully. Behind Nan Hua.

After listening to what Mo Zhai said, Fu Xi looked in disbelief. He didn't even care that everyone here was a senior, so he stood up and asked urgently:

"Senior, are you saying that Hongchang... Emperor Ming and Qin Hao jointly killed Zhang Daoling of Tianshi Mansion?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Zhai's eyes. In his eyes, Fuxi, a junior, was still very calm, but now he was panicking at this moment. Why is this?

Mo Zhai didn't know the reason, but he still nodded and said seriously: "That's right, otherwise I wouldn't be back so soon."

 It was confirmed again from Mo Zhai that Fuxi was not the only one now, everyone present could not help but be horrified, even Guiguzi was no exception.

 Zhang Daoling was the Grand Master after all, but he died in the hands of two juniors, Qin Hao and Zhang Sheng. This is too fantasy.

"Old man Wang, why are you so lucky? Where did you find two such good seedlings?" Nan Hua said sourly, and then gave Fu Xi a resentful look.

His disciple is good at everything, but he is too low-key, so that not many people among the hundreds of disciples know his existence.

 Fuxi thought that his master was dissatisfied with his progress. After all, although he was the fastest among his peers, he was definitely no match for Zhang Daoling.

Hearing this, Guiguzi smiled calmly and said, "That's great. These two troublemakers are just causing trouble for me."

Although Guiguzi said something bad, his tone was full of pride and doting. He had also disliked Zhang Daoling for a long time.

Gui Guzi wanted to take care of Zhang Daoling before, but he never had the chance to meet him alone. Later, after he was deposed, he no longer had the ability.

　　Unexpectedly, after so many years, his two apprentices would actually fulfill his wish.

 But when he thought about the consequences of killing Zhang Daoling, even Gui Guzi couldn't help but feel a headache.

The death of a great master is no small matter, not to mention that the person who died was Zhang Daoling. Taoists cannot remain indifferent.

Although Qin Hao and Zhang Sheng killed Zhang Daoling, Baijia had to bear the blame. After all, Taoists would not think that two juniors could kill the great master.

Taoists would only think that Baijia had not kept their promise, and dispatched several great masters to join forces to kill Zhang Daoling.

Since it was Bai Jia who took the initiative to break the agreement, is it necessary for Taoism to abide by the agreement?

As soon as Gui Guzi said this, everyone couldn't help but fell silent. Then Bian Que said in a deep voice: "What should we do? This time the Taoists can't retreat, and those old ghosts may have to take action themselves."

Everyone looked at Guiguzi expectantly, but after Guiguzi thought for a while, he finally said helplessly: "Please ask that old guy from Shangqing to come out of seclusion."

 (End of this chapter)