Chapter 242 Falling out "Oh? Why does the city lord say that?" Zhang Qiming was accused by a real warrior, but he still spoke exudes Buddha's light all over his body, which is more golden than the Golden Buddha Temple. In the martial arts class at Qingshan Martial Arts Academy, he learned "The Principles of Jianghu Martial Arts", and he could quickly get started with any martial arts techniques in the world! Even secret teachings like those of Buddhism are filled with Buddhist terminology. Just by understanding a small part of it, you can reversely deduce the martial arts principles and use what you have learned from "Qingshan Sword Qi" to simulate it. Therefore, when he displayed the martial arts of the Golden Buddha Temple, even if someone from the Golden Buddha Temple came, they would wonder if their martial arts were stolen by someone else. Nangong Zhao looked at Zhang Qiming's still and peaceful Buddha light and said, "Your Excellency is full of Buddha light. The Golden Buddha Temple has suddenly undergone a huge change. Could it be that it has nothing to do with you?" "Related!" Zhang Qiming admitted, "I am Yideng, the Xiang Sect of the Golden Buddha Temple. The Golden Buddha Temple in Picheng is the Se Sect, which belongs to the evil sect. I am setting things right and clearing the door, so how can I be considered a murderer?" "This is the righteousness of the martial arts world!" In the underworld, cleaning up the house is indeed natural and very just. Because every sect needs to clean up its own ranks. Zhang Qiming used the excuse of cleaning up the family to relieve Nangong Zhao of moral accusations. But who is he? He is the biggest gangster in Picheng.
He may not necessarily explain the truth! "The Golden Buddha Temple can be regarded as being cleaned up by you, so you must pay tribute to the Golden Buddha Temple, right?" Nangong Zhao said again. He doesn't care what the Golden Buddha Temple is like, he only cares about his own profits! "I find it strange. What does the Golden Buddha Color Sect that we are offering as tribute have to do with me?" Zhang Qiming said. "Hiss..." Nangong Zhao thought about it and realized that was the case. As the city lord, he has to take care of being popular, otherwise it will be too ugly and will discourage the enthusiasm of his subordinates in the long run. Once everyone below lies down, there will be no benefit for him as the city lord. This is the family management experience passed down by the Nangong family. "No matter what the Se Sect or Xiang Sect is, since you are also from the Golden Buddha Temple, you should do things according to the Golden Buddha Temple's part in the future!" Nangong Zhao waved his hand and said. He decided not to waste time talking to this lamp. After the dance, there were several beautiful girls waiting for him. "City Lord!" Nangong Di seized the opportunity and interrupted, "The Golden Buddha Temple is facing the danger of being destroyed. According to that share, it seems..." Nangong Zhao said: "Since Third Uncle has spoken, let's cut it in half!" Respecting the elderly and loving the young to a certain extent can reduce his management costs of the Nangong family. "That's right. I think we can use the package method..." "inappropriate!" Nangong Di was interrupted by Nangong Zhao before he could finish his words. Nangong Zhao saw through Nangong Di's little trick at a glance, and said with a stern face: "Third Uncle, I have already given you face. Don't make it difficult for me!" "This……" His words put Nangong Di in a passive position. He decided to discuss this matter after Nangong Zhao and Meiji were done fighting. That's all money! Seeing that he couldn't make any money was more painful than killing him. So Nangong Di had to withdraw and whispered to Zhang Qiming: "Anyway, you have got the alms package. I will talk to him about the conditions later. Dance with me right now."
"Dancing?" Zhang Qiming asked puzzledly. Why the hell do you still have to dance? He saw Nangong Zhao stand up and say to everyone on the dance floor: "Come on! Play the music and dance together!" The sound of stringed instruments rang out from both sides, and Zhang Qiming could hear clearly that it was still the "Real Dance"! "Why do you still want to dance?" Zhang Qiming asked Nangong Di. "In Picheng, at tribute ceremonies like this, everyone has to dance at the end to show loyalty to the city lord." Nangong Di whispered, "The so-called loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal! Come on, your first dance, follow my steps!" "..." Zhang Qiming saw the old man Nangong Di, jumping up and down like a crab, singing "Real Dance" while dancing. "...Endless delicacies to eat, endless money to spend! Endless songs to listen to, endless gifts to receive..." At first glance, in the courtyard there was singing and dancing, with men and women of all social status dancing and singing together, as if it was a dance of demons. It's like this stupid city lord's mansion. It's like this shitty underworld. Dance, dance your fucking legs! If I jump, won’t the people from Qingshan Martial Arts Academy laugh to death? If I jump, wouldn't it be a waste of time to learn and practice martial arts in Qingshan Martial Arts Academy? He knew that as long as he danced along, he would blend in with them and be able to carry out his own strategy. He just noticed that Nangong Zhao seemed to be flattered and was so flattered that he didn't know which way was which. Just a few provocations are needed to stir up trouble in Picheng and Jinfo Temple, and then you can reap the benefits. But...he thought, forget it. He also wanted to pretend to be a snake and endure humiliation, but he really couldn't stand such a stupid and shitty environment. Thinking of the instructions their teacher gave them when they were forging the sword that day. "People in Qingshan prefer to take the straight path rather than the crooked path! Remember, don't kneel down!" "We, the people of Qingshan Martial Arts Academy, must have strong knees!" Then endless Buddha light rose from his body, forming the appearance of Sakyamuni Buddha in the Golden Buddha Temple. To the astonishment of Nangong Di and the people in the courtyard, the endless Buddha light overlapped with Zhang Qiming, making Zhang Qiming look like a Buddha. Zhang Qiming casually swung his palm and the Buddha's light was as bright as the sun, and the power was as strong as the mountains and the sea. It was the "Shakyamuni Demon-Subduing Palm" of the Golden Buddha Sect! What was even more surprising was that the target of this palm strike was actually the real warrior Nangong Zhao! "Fuck you, you idiot! The one who killed you is Yideng, the grandfather of the Golden Buddha Temple!" Zhang Qiming was angry but did not forget to frame others! "How dare you!" Nangong Zhao shouted angrily, releasing his majesty and making everyone in the compound feel suffocated. This bald donkey from the Golden Buddha Temple has no idea what is good for him and even dared to take action! With his hand, a blazing flame transformed into a fire dragon and flew towards Zhang Qiming's Buddha's palm. According to the strength classification of the martial arts world, Zhang Qiming is only a Zhou Tian, which is completely incomparable to a real warrior! The fire dragon easily broke through his Buddha's palm and beat him to a pulp! Fortunately, he was not really fighting to the death with Nangong Zhao. The Buddha's light was so bright around him that half of the people in the city could not see it. Just when Nangong Zhao thought that this bald donkey had some tricks up his sleeve, he saw the Buddha's light slowly disappearing, and the bald donkey was gone too! He ran away! "Damn it!" Nangong Zhao was furious. It had been so many years and no one had ever pointed at his nose and scolded him, and then ran away. He struck out with a palm full of hatred, and this palm, with a raging fire, accidentally injured countless people in the compound, and also burned countless people to ashes without even making a sound.
But he didn't care, and no one cared. At this moment, everyone was trembling like cats under the majesty of the real warrior. Including his third uncle, Nangong Di. I don’t want to kneel, it’s so difficult!
(End of this chapter)