Heart Survey

Chapter 630 Nightmare

Watching the mysterious man wearing the mountain ghost mask leave, Fu Baosong pondered: "He seems to know me."

The old dean sighed and picked up the two volumes of Taoism left on the chair: "He said his name is Zhang Linchuan, do you have an impression?"

Fu Baosong thought for a while and said, "When Fenglin City was still there, during the three-city discussion, Fenglin City had a senior brother who made Lei Fa, called Zhang Linchuan. In the end, he lost to Senior Brother Lin Zhengren."

The dean glanced at his disciple. He was actually very aware of Lin Zhengren's attitude towards Fu Baosong, and also understood that Fu Baosong had always been unable to get along with those in the Lin family.But Fu Baosong never said anything about these people behind his back, and even mentioned Lin Zhengren, he was always called a senior brother.This child will never lack the courage to confront the dark side head-on, but he will never be slandered in the back.

It was these little details that made him choose to pass on his life's hard work to Fu Baosong instead of Lin Zhengren, who was superior in strength and talent.

These thoughts just turned around lightly, and the dean of Wangjiang City Daoyuan said: "This is impossible. I know Zhengren's strength very well, even the current Zhengren is far from being as strong as this person just now. Moreover, the whole Fenglin City is in a dark place, no grass grows, how could that Zhang Linchuan survive?"

Thinking of the Fenglin City, which had become a ghost overnight, Fu Baosong felt sympathetic and speculated casually, "Or it's a pseudonym, maybe it's just the same name."

"I hope it's just the same name." The dean sighed with an emotion that Fu Baosong didn't understand, and then put the two booklets in his hand into Fu Baosong's hands: "Take it and figure it out."

Fu Baosong looked up at him: "Teacher, this..."

The dean patted him on the shoulder and stopped him from refusing: "My talent is limited, and my life will stop there. You have a better future, and you are more worthy of these Taoist arts. Master them in the fastest time, so The dead wood is by no means handed over in vain. This is an order."

Fu Baosong has been stubborn since he was a child. Faced with some things, sometimes even the dean of Wangjiang City Taoist Academy may not be able to persuade him.

But the dean's orders, he will certainly listen, no matter how reluctant.

Fu Baosong clenched the two Taoist techniques tightly in his hands: "Baosong must work hard."

The dean nodded in relief and said, "Now go to ring the courtyard bell and ask for help from the strong within the entire Wangjiang city."

"Teacher." Fu Baosong hesitated for a moment: "It seems too late to ask for help now. Besides, if it arouses the anger of the person just now, he will..."

"Of course it's too late to ask for help now. But we have to spread the word about Kuimujue being taken away. Otherwise, if that person does something bad in the future and exposes Kuimujue, then you and I can't get rid of it no matter what."

The old dean said: "And now asking for help, it is impossible to do anything to that person, and that person should also know. Judging from his style of doing things, he is still a person with a bottom line, and he will not return to the academy to take revenge. "

Fu Baosong understood the teacher's concerns and nodded: "I'll go right now."

The dean added behind him: "When the city lord and the others come over, you have to remember. I gave the dead wood decision. This is my unique technique, and I am qualified to make a choice."

"But in fact..."

"This is the truth!" the dean interrupted him very sternly: "This is also an order."

It can be a big or small matter to let a strange practitioner snatch the unique way.If the dean himself, for the safety of the students of the Taoist Academy, handed over his own Taoism, no one could accuse him of anything.

And if it was Fu Baosong who handed over his Dao technique, he would probably be said to be greedy for life and death, which would be detrimental to his future development in the court.

This is the old dean, who is taking the reputation and praise all in one, shielding the disciples from the wind and rain.Taking into account all aspects, even for a real son, it is nothing more than that.

Fu Baosong gritted his teeth and finally left.

The bell of the City Daoyuan rang nine times in a row, which immediately alerted all the strong men in Wangjiang City.

The Chengdao Academy was the most critical place in the entire city, and once there was a loss, none of them could get rid of it.

The city lord of Wangjiang City in the Inner Palace will be here soon, and the Chief of Criminal Investigation of Wangjiang City at the peak of the Dragon Realm will also arrive later.

Fortunately, Wangjiang City Taoist Academy did not suffer any substantial losses, but the dean was forced to seize an original Taoist technique.

As for the villain who broke into the city's Daoyuan at night, after asking about his approximate strength, City Lord Wangjiang has already decided on a strategy for dealing with the matter.

The pursuit must be pursued, and it involves a whole city of face, but the enforcement force must be thunderous and rainy.After all, the opponent is at least the strength of the Inner Palace, and few people in the entire Wangjiang City can deal with it.And as the lord of a city, it is impossible for him to let go of everything and hunt down the bad guy himself.

Anyway, the Chengdao Institute did not have any substantial losses, and the Chengdao Institute itself did not have a strong willingness to pursue accountability.

In a few words, the city lord, the director of the Chengdao Academy, and the executive director of the Criminal Investigation Department, the three highest levels of the city have reached a tacit understanding and arranged it tacitly.

Initiate a wanted, strengthen the night watch, send a few teams of monks to pretend, that's all.

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Jiang Wang left Wangjiang City Taoist Academy without much joy in accomplishing the set goal.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Jiang Nightmare's voice sounded in Tongtian Palace: "Coercion, inducement, coercion... I thought only I could do these things."

"If you want to mock you, mock it." Jiang Wang was unmoved: "What Zhuang Guo owes me, I must take it back."

"Any means for this?"

Jiang Wang did not answer his question directly, but said, "I didn't lie to them just now. If they still refuse to give it when the time comes, I will give up."

"You're still ashamed." Jiang Yan laughed: "Otherwise you wouldn't explain it to me."

"It would be great if the dean was a wicked person, so that no matter how you torture him, even if you destroy his will, you don't have to feel ashamed."

"I have a secret technique that can evoke evil thoughts in people's minds. When the recipient does evil things, you can deal with him again, and then you can feel at ease. How about it, do you want to learn it?"

"You obviously have more choices and you can become stronger faster, why should you tie your hands and feet?"

"What standards are you holding yourself to? Who cares?"

"Aren't you tired of living like this?"

"It's better to let go of yourself..."

"Stronger, easier, and more comfortable..."

Jiang Nightmare was extraordinarily active tonight, chattering endlessly.

The feeling of shame that he felt when facing Fu Baosong became a short-term loophole in Jiang Wang's defense.

Jiang Meng was keenly aware of this, and tried to expand the loophole in this defense.

During the whole process, he didn't use any secret techniques, he just used words to manipulate his emotions.

Because the use of any secret technique at these times is equivalent to a direct declaration of war.He was unwilling to start a spiritual showdown with Jiang Wang now.

But Jiang Wang remained silent.

Instead, his eyes became more and more calm, silently walking in Wangjiang City in the dark night.

At this moment, the nine bells calling for help from Wangjiang City Daoyuan rang.

(End of this chapter)