Chapter 242 Falling Out

"Oh? Why did the city lord say that?" Zhang Qiming was accused by the real warrior, but he still said calmly.

He exuded Buddha's light all over his body, more golden than the Golden Buddha Temple.

In the martial arts class of Qingshan Martial Arts Academy, he learned "The Principles of Jianghu Martial Arts", and he could quickly get started with any martial arts in the Jianghu!

Even the secret teachings of Buddhism are full of Buddhist terminology.

Just understand a small part of it, and you can reversely deduce the martial arts theory and use the "Qingshan Sword Qi" you have learned to simulate it.

Therefore, when he uses the martial arts of the Golden Buddha Temple, even if the Golden Buddha Temple comes, they will wonder if their martial arts are being stolen.

Nangong Zhao looked at Zhang Qiming's still and quiet Buddha light, and said, "Your Excellency is full of Buddha light, and the Golden Buddha Temple has suddenly changed. Is it not related to you?"

"It is related!" Zhang Qiming admitted, "I am Yideng, the Xiangzong of the Golden Buddha Temple. The Golden Buddha Temple in Picheng is the Sezong, which belongs to the evil sect. How can I be considered a murderer if I am rectifying the chaos and clearing the door?"

"This is the righteousness of the rivers and lakes!"

In the rivers and lakes, clearing the door is indeed natural and very righteous.

Because all sects need to clear the door.

Zhang Qiming talked about clearing the door, so Nangong Zhao did not have moral accusations for a while. But who is he? He is the biggest gangster in Picheng.

He may not talk about the truth!

"The Golden Buddha Temple can be regarded as your clearing the door, so you must pay tribute to the Golden Buddha Temple, right?" Nangong Zhao said again.

He didn't care about the Golden Buddha Temple, he only cared about his own income!

"I feel strange. What does the Golden Buddha Color Sect that is to be paid tribute have to do with me!" Zhang Qiming said.

"Hiss..." Nangong Zhao thought about it, and it was true.

As the city lord, he had to take care of being popular, otherwise it would be too ugly to be popular, and it would discourage the enthusiasm of the people below in the long run.

Once the people below were lying down, there would be no benefit for him as the city lord.

This is the experience of managing the family passed down by the Nangong family.

"No matter what Color Sect or Xiang Sect, since you are also a member of the Golden Buddha Temple, you should do it according to the share of the Golden Buddha Temple in the future!" Nangong Zhao waved his hand and said.

He decided not to talk nonsense with this lamp. After dancing, there were still a few beautiful girls waiting for him.

"City Lord!" Nangong Di saw the opportunity at this time and interrupted: "The Golden Buddha Temple is facing the crisis of extinction. Now according to that share, it seems..."

Nangong Zhao said: "Since it is the third uncle who said it, let's reduce it by half!"

Respecting the old and loving the young to a certain extent can reduce his management costs for the Nangong family.

"It's like this, I think we can use the package method..."

"Not appropriate!"

Nangong Di was interrupted by Nangong Zhao before he finished speaking.

Nangong Zhao saw through Nangong Di's little tricks at a glance, and said with a stern face: "Uncle San, I have given you face. Don't make it difficult for me!"

"This..."

What he said made Nangong Di passive. He decided to discuss this matter after Nangong Zhao and Meiji were entangled.

That's all money!

It's more painful than killing him to see that he can't make money.

So Nangong Di had to retreat and whispered to Zhang Qiming: "Anyway, you have got the general package for begging. I will talk to him about the conditions later. Dance with me now."

"Dance?" Zhang Qiming asked puzzled.

Why the hell do we have to dance?

He saw Nangong Zhao stand up and say to everyone in the dance floor: "Come on! Play music, dance together!"

The sound of stringed instruments sounded on both sides, and Zhang Qiming heard it clearly, it was still "Real Dance"!

"Why do we have to dance?" Zhang Qiming asked Nangong Di.

"In Picheng, at such tribute meetings, people have to dance at the end to show their loyalty to the city lord." Nangong Di whispered, "So-called loyalty is not absolute, that is, absolutely disloyalty! Come, 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 hymns to listen to, endless gifts to receive..."

At a glance, in the courtyard where singing and dancing are prosperous, men and women of all identities are dancing and singing together, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

It's like this stupid city lord's mansion.

It's like this shitty world.

Dancing, dancing his fucking legs!

If I dance, won't the people of Qingshan Martial Arts Academy laugh to death?

If I dance, won't I learn and practice martial arts in Qingshan Martial Arts Academy in vain?

He knew that as long as he danced along, he would blend into their group and be able to carry out his own schemes. He had just noticed that Nangong Zhao seemed to be flattered and didn't know which way was which.

He only needed to stir up trouble to stir up Picheng and the Golden Buddha Temple, and then he could 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 environment, an environment of eating shit.

He thought of the teacher's instructions to them when they were forging swords that day.

"People of Qingshan would rather take it straight than ask for it in a curve! Remember, don't kneel down!"

"People of our Qingshan Martial Academy must have hard knees!"

So endless Buddha light rose from his body, forming the appearance of Sakyamuni Buddha of the Golden Buddha Temple. To the surprise of Nangong Di and the people in the courtyard, the endless Buddha light overlapped with Zhang Qiming, making Zhang Qiming like a Buddha.

Zhang Qiming casually slapped his palm and the Buddha's light was as bright as the sun, and the power was as powerful as the mountains and the sea. It was the "Sakyamuni Devil-Subduing Palm" of the Golden Buddha Sect!

What was even more surprising was that the target of this palm was actually the real warrior Nangong Zhao!

"Fuck you, you idiot. The one who killed you was the grandfather of the Golden Buddha Temple, Yi Deng!"

Zhang Qiming was angry and did not forget to frame others!

"How dare you!" Nangong Zhao said angrily, and the real majesty was released, making everyone in the compound feel suffocated.

This bald donkey from the Golden Buddha Temple didn't know what was good for him, and he dared to take action!

He casually turned a blazing flame into a fire dragon and flew towards Zhang Qiming's Buddha's palm.

According to the strength of the Jianghu, Zhang Qiming was only Zhou Tian, ​​which was completely incomparable to the real warrior!

This fire dragon easily broke his Buddha's palm and beat him to death!

Fortunately, he was not really fighting with Nangong Zhao. The Buddha's light was so bright 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 disappear, and the bald donkey also disappeared!

He ran away!

"Damn it!" Nangong Zhao was furious. For so many years, no one had ever pointed at his nose and scolded him, and he ran away.

He slapped out with hatred, and this palm with a raging fire accidentally injured who knows how many people in the compound, and who knows how many people were burned to ashes without even making a sound.

But he didn't care, and no one cared.

At this time, everyone was trembling like a cat under the majesty of the real warrior.

Including his third uncle, Nangong Di.

It's so hard not to kneel!