Skilled in managing a house

Seeing Master Tang's puzzled and anxious look, Master Zhou stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, don't be anxious. In fact, we at Lu Zu Pavilion don't have enough people to set up the Six Ding Liujia Danyang Formation."

"Then what do you mean by this?" Tang Zhenren asked suspiciously.

"This formation does not say that magic weapons are not allowed to be used. As far as I know, there is a magic weapon in Yangchun Temple, called Zhaoyang Flag. The appearance of this flag is the same as the Danyang Flag, but its power is only six times more powerful than the one used by the master. The Ding Liujia Danyang Formation is slightly inferior. To be precise, Zhaoyang Banner has the Six Ding Liujia Danyang Formation on it..." At this point, Master Zhou looked at Master Lu, "Brother Taoist, what I said is right, right? …”

"That's right." Master Lu nodded.

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, don't you mean to ask my subordinates to take this Zhaoyang flag and pretend to be the Six Ding Liujia Danyang Formation to compete with the Wudang Taoist Temple..." Tang Zhenren is not stupid, and he reacted immediately. .

"Exactly, exactly..." Zhou Zhenren stroked his beard and nodded.

"This..." Tang Zhenren hesitated for a moment, looked at Lu Zhenren, and said with a bit of embarrassment: "This method is good, but fellow Taoist said that you can't even go up to the Lingkongzi, so who is going to activate the Zhaoyang Flag? ? Even Ling Kongzi, I don’t think he’s capable enough to activate the Zhaoyang Flag.”

Zhenren Zhou also looked at Zhenren Lu and said with a smile: "You don't need to think of a solution for this. Brother Lu Dao will naturally have a solution. Brother Taoist, this Huashan Taoism discussion is related to the rise and fall of our Quanzhen Sect in Zhenhai. You must win cleanly and beautifully. If fellow Taoist Tang allows his well-known disciples to take action, he will definitely become known as a big bully, and winning will be disgraceful. If his disciples can use the Six Ding Liujia Danyang Formation to defeat the enemy and win a complete victory, then only in this way can he win a clean victory. Show the glory of our Quanzhen Sect and surpass the Zhengyi Sect."

Master Lu nodded and said, "That's it, you can use the Zhaoyang flag to set up an array. Once it is seen, it will be even more unclear."

"Each sect has a magical weapon, and no one said that it cannot be used to set up formations. If you don't use it, then how can you compete with fists and kicks? What is missing now is a young disciple who can activate the Zhaoyang Flag. Looking at Zhenhai, thirty Apart from Zhang Yu, I am afraid that there is no one else under the age of 18 who can inspire the cultivators of Zhaoyang Banner," Zhou Zhenren said confidently.

"That's true. If there is a young master who can activate the Zhaoyang Flag, even if others see it, we can say that this Zhaoyang Flag is used as a formation eye. Moreover, not all the Zhengyi Sect can recognize the treasures of our Quanzhen Sect," Tang Zhenren continued.

"Young master... It will definitely not work if you ask Zhou Tongbo to come here, but there must be young heroes in the Chongyang Palace in Zhongnan Mountain... Okay... Fellow Daoist Zhou, just follow your wishes. I will call the Chongyang Palace now and ask for one. The young master immediately flew to Zhenhai to help!" Lu Zhenren said seriously.

The next day, it was dawn.

In Shicheng Prison, Ye Buli was alone in a dark single room.

This single room is only one meter high and one meter wide. You cannot stand up or lie down in it. It is specially used to deal with prisoners who are disobedient to discipline.

It was dark and damp, not a place for people to stay at all. Ye Buli was curled up, not knowing whether it was day or night.

Finally, there were footsteps, and with a click, the door lock was opened, allowing him to see the light.

Fortunately, the light was a bit dim and not dazzling. He could see a uniformed patrolman standing outside.

"Ye Buli, come out, someone is here to see you!" the jailer said loudly.

"Thank you." Ye Buli finally rolled out of it. Why did he roll out? Because his body was numb, and it seemed that his legs and feet couldn't obey him. Especially when both hands and wrists are handcuffed, who can bear it?

After stretching out his body and relaxing for a while, Ye Buli staggered up from the ground.

The patrolman glanced at him and said with a grin: "Boy, that's so fierce. One person beat fourteen of them, but he didn't get much damage. Those fourteen are now lying on the bed and can't get up."

"Thank you for the compliment, I have been practicing since I was a child..." Ye Buli said in a low-key voice.

"You are quite humble. That head shop Niu Xiaopeng is the boss of the house. He was beaten so hard by you. It is the first time I have seen you so good at beating. Okay, come with me." The patrolman said, Just go forward.

Ye Buli followed behind. Yesterday, the head shop wanted to explode Ye Buli's anus, but Ye Buli gave him a good beating. Other prisoners in the cell came in to help, but unfortunately they were all beaten by Ye Buli.

Because he injured more than ten people as soon as he came in, the patrol could only temporarily isolate Ye Buli to prevent him from hurting others again, and even put handcuffs on him.

After a while, Ye Buli followed the patrolman to the interview room. Before entering the door, help him unlock the handcuffs and then lead him in.

This is a relatively empty room with six patrol officers standing around it. There is a long table in the middle. At one end of the table, two people are already sitting, seemingly waiting.

The two people were an old man and a young man. The old man was a man in his fifties, wearing a white short-sleeved Tang suit. The young man was a girl about twenty years old, who was Ye Buli's junior sister Tang Wanyan.

As soon as Tang Wanyan saw Ye Buli come in, she immediately stood up and said, "Buli! Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Ye Buli walked to the opposite side of Tang Wanyan and sat down carelessly, looking like nothing was wrong.

A man in his fifties named Mo Daguang was the uncle of Ye Buli and Tang Wanyan. He also introduced Ye Buli's business.

Mo Daguang was white and fat, with a smooth look. He curled his lips and said, "Buli, we all know about you. The patrol just said that you started fighting as soon as you entered the prison and you were put in a solitary cell."

"Can you blame me? That bastard wanted to blow my ass off, so I was just acting in self-defense." Ye Buli said aggrievedly.

"Master..." Tang Wanyan wanted to call him senior brother, but she was worried about revealing Ye Buli's identity, so she quickly changed her words and said: "Buli... you should be honest and stop fighting, otherwise, you won't be able to come out next year. Already..."

"You think I want to fight... Huh? You said I can come out next year?" Ye Buli's eyes lit up.

Mo Daguang deliberately lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I have helped you find a way, and you will be commuted and paroled early next year... But after you come out, you must do a labor camp... do some work..."

"As long as I can come out early next year, isn't it just work? It's okay...it's okay..." Ye Buli said in a low voice.

"Bu Li, this is for you, I have gone all out and thought of countless ways..." Mo Daguang started to take credit.

"I know, I know...Don't worry, old man, I will honor you when I come out..." Ye Buli knew that this uncle had always been unwilling to do anything for nothing. If he helped him this time, it would be a waste if he didn't get some benefits. impossible.

"I know you like smoking, and I brought you a lot of good cigarettes this time..." Mo Daguang said, picking up a big bag from under the table, handing it to Ye Buli, and then said: "There is a box of classics in this Red peony, I found it with great difficulty..."

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