chewing dragon

Chapter 180
As soon as Ding Chengli finished speaking, a flame of calamity surged up in his palm, and within a short while, the two balls of calamity ash were branded on the gold tiles respectively, turning them into the color of black gold and reappearing the shape of a monk.

The two golden tiles trembled in the air, and immediately a faint cloud was formed, and two indistinct monster monks slowly emerged, bowing to Ding Chengli in eleven respects.

Qi Jingzhi and Wei Bao looked at each other, and they both had the same idea in their hearts: "These two demon monks formed by the aggregation of clouds are indeed erratic in shape, and there is no golden line to outline their outlines, but they are similar to the cloud snake, fog tiger on the red gold knife. They are so similar, it is impossible to say that the snake and the tiger are branded in the same way!"

"The Chijin Sword, a rare treasure that can rival second-level monks and prosper a family, is nothing more than a tile that can be easily refined for a true supernatural power!"

At this moment, even Wei Bao knew something was wrong, and realized that the master of the Baiyun Palace in front of him was an enemy that he and his benefactor could not resist together.

In a flash, his eyes froze, and for the first time, he disobeyed Qi Jingzhi's intentions and stood in front of the boy without retreating, his lips moved and whispered: "Grandpa, go!"

After all, this Wei family's only seedling made a gesture to rush towards Ding Chengli, but just as he stepped forward with one foot, he felt a tightness in his lower back, and his whole body was pulled back off the ground.

Wei Bao only showed a look of astonishment on his face, and then he heard the young man beside him say decisively: "It's fine for others to stand in front of me, but you can't do it!"

After saying this sentence, Qi Jingzhifu lowered his voice and said: "It's not time to desperately, the sky is falling because there is a tall man holding it up!"

While speaking, with the help of the cover of Wei Bao's body, a few golden silk threads quietly drilled out from Qi Jingzhi's fingertips, coiled into a ball on the smoky background of the palm of his right hand, weaving the shape of a copper coin with a circle on the outside and a square on the inside.

This copper coin is golden and shining, and there is a four-character inscription slowly outlined on the blank space on the face of the coin: "Don't be a soldier."

Qi Jingzhi turned his palm over, and there was also a copper coin with gold thread forming rapidly on the back of his hand, and the inscription was also four words: "eliminate evil and eliminate evil."

If these two copper coins with gold thread embroidered on the hazy feather coat were put together, it would be the five baht military coin given to Qian Xiaoren by General Zuo at the beginning, and it was said to be the most able to ward off evil and bring good luck.

Although these two five-baht military coins each have a side, they were just hastily woven, and they were not well-prepared in form and spirit, and there was no military power in them, but they were made of gold at any rate, and Qi Jingzhi integrated them into himself." The sword intent of "angry cranes soaring to the sky, sincerity and no bullying", so once formed, there is a faint sense of sharpness revealed.

Seeing that there seemed to be some results, Qi Jingzhi's mind became lively, thinking about whether to continue to try the other copper coin styles from Qian Xiaoren's view, and also get a string of coins, or to try Ding Chengyuan's Big Dipper.

Now that I think about it, the Marquis Anfeng, who seems to be holding a pearl of wisdom and only waiting for the wisher to take the bait, is in this place full of golden energy. These two patterns are only embroidered with gold thread on the robe, and it is absolutely impossible to do it randomly. .

Wei Bao was very close to the two gold thread and copper coins, but he couldn't understand the method of practice, and he didn't perceive the strange changes behind him. He just heard that there was something in Qi Jing's words, and it seemed that strong support would come, so he stopped acting rashly.

A little far away, Ding Chengli didn't seem to notice the actions of the two from the beginning to the end, and he was still looking at the two golden tiles of the demon monk to himself, with a smile gradually appearing on his face.

He nodded in satisfaction, and immediately waved his sleeves again, shouting: "Go!"

The two golden tiles immediately soared into the air, and spread out quickly with a shock in the air.

For a moment, the sky was covered by brilliant golden light, and the ground was covered by towering tiles, which sealed the big hole leading to the underworld.

In another blink of an eye, the big hole disappeared, the dome was closed as before, and the two golden tiles and the ghostly shadow of the demon monk disappeared without a trace, without any trace.

After doing this shocking move, Ding Chengli smiled at Qi Jingzhi, and said in a flat tone: "It's not a big deal if Qi Ji accidentally burned a tile or two inadvertently."

"It's just that the God of Waguimu has returned to her place, and the old house is stronger than before. If there are any more injuries, Qi Jishi won't be able to get such a good face!"

Ding Chengli paused, then looked up at the sky suddenly, his laughter showed his old age: "Brother has been watching for a long time, I don't know if my little brother's bricklaying skills can still catch the eye?"

"Heh! It really is a good craftsmanship!" The voice fell, and someone in the sky immediately responded.

Ding Chengyuan, Marquis of Anfeng, showed his figure, his robes fluttered in the wind, and his body was embroidered with gold.

He looked down at his concubine younger brother, with a stern expression and sharp eyes: "Brother, why have you never heard that this Sutra Hall of Baiyun Palace still teaches all kinds of crafts?"

When Wei Bao saw this, his expression immediately relaxed, knowing that this Marquis of Anfeng should be the tall man that En Gong said could reach the sky.

Qi Jingzhi wasn't surprised at all. Just now, when he fiddled with the golden energy between the heaven and the earth, he faintly felt that the scattered golden energy was faintly flowing in two directions.

One is where Ding Chengli, the sutra master of Baiyun Palace, stood, poured into the black gold calamity fire to make firewood, and the other is located in the sky, and it is obviously higher than the golden tiles and the cave of Huangquan.

When Ding Chengyuan appeared, the direction of the golden energy became more and more clear, and it was the golden embroidery on his black robe.

But it was just the effort of this Marquis Anfeng to say a few words, the gorgeous gown that was originally black with gold embroidery looked more like gold with black patterns.

"Brother's words are wrong! Don't you hear that there are six jobs in the country, and hundreds of workers occupy one of them?"

Ding Chengli, the scripture master of Baiyun Palace, looked up at his elder brother An Fenghou, with a faint smile on his face.

"Sitting and discussing the Tao, you are called a prince; doing it and practicing it, you are called a scholar-bureaucrat; examining the curve and holding it, using the five materials to distinguish the people's utensils, you are called the hundred craftsmen..."

"Understanding the treasures of the four directions and using them as funds is called merchant travel; ordering strength to grow land wealth is called farmers; processing silk and hemp to make them is called women's work."

"Hundred workers rank among the sixth positions, and they are related to the daily necessities of the people. How can they be called cheap jobs?"

Hearing this, Marquis of Anfeng Ding Chengyuan snorted immediately, shook his head and said: "Since there are six positions, it is already a distinction between high and low!"

"Speaking of this, when my father named you Chengli back then, he wanted you to know the rules of etiquette, abide by the dignity and inferiority, and know how to advance and retreat. It was definitely not for you to make friends with bandits, harbor dead men, or gather crowds to cause chaos!"

"The master of the scripture hall of the Baiyun Palace must understand the classics, laws, rituals, norms, taboos, and etiquette. Anyone who is not a brilliant, clean and pious person cannot do it!"

Speaking of this, Marquis Anfeng pondered for a while before continuing: "Since you want to be a mason, you should take off your divine robe and move back to the craftsman's office in the Marquis Mansion!"

His tone was very natural, and he didn't pay attention to Ding Chengli, a great monk in the fourth realm.

Hearing this, Ding Chengli showed a slight surprise on his face, and immediately bowed slightly, bowed his head and lowered his eyebrows and said: "I didn't expect that the matter has come to this point, and the elder brother is willing to leave a way out for the younger brother. Cheng Liming is deeply moved!"

He paused, straightened his back again, and looked at Marquis Anfeng standing in the sky again, and said solemnly: "It's just what my brother said just now, but I really don't agree with it! When it comes to this word of courtesy, it's the same in my family of Saint Jiang. There is nothing better than worshiping the holy way!"

"Hundreds of crafts are all done by saints! Shining gold is used as a blade, concrete is used as a tool, making a cart to travel on land, making a boat to travel on water, these are all done by a saint. The sky has time, the earth has energy, and materials have beauty. There is a coincidence in the workmanship, and if these four elements are combined, then it can be good."

"Even princes and scholar-bureaucrats need a lot of workers to build the city, build the capital, set up the ancestral temple, build the palace, cars, clothing and equipment. This is the business of the winter lawsuit!"

Ding Chengli paused for a moment, his expression became more solemn, and his voice changed into a sonorous voice: "Brother regards all kinds of craftsmen as a cheap industry, this is disrespect to the holy way, forgetting the ancestors, rebellious and rude!"

"Dong Sue Sikong?"

Marquis Anfeng, who was reprimanded as "disrespectful" by his younger brother, was not angry, but just shook his head and sneered: "Ding Chengli, I am the first ancestor of the Ding family with the surname Jiang, Ding Gong. In ancient times, there were two thousand warriors and one hundred tigers. Jing is embarrassing and chaotic, and there is no injustice, and his official title is Huben's family!"

"Our family's lineage has entered the Great Qi, and it has been in charge of the East China Sea. It has also been a king for many generations, and even if it is not good, it is also the prince of the army!"

"Although you didn't take over the rank and command the army, you are also the priest under the God of Siqiu, and you should respect the way of golden punishment, but here you talk about all kinds of craftsmen and keep your mouth shut. Have the face to accuse Ben Hou of forgetting his ancestors?"

Hearing this, Ding Chengli, the Sutra Master of Baiyun Palace, burst out laughing. At the same time, countless black dust particles rose from the frost-white robe, but instead of disappearing and hiding, they gathered towards his palm.

"If you talk about your ancestors, my elder brother has always been knowledgeable. You should know that the character 'Ding' was engraved in the shape of copper ingots in the oracle bone books in ancient times. Of!"

"Our 'Ding' is originally a tool for creation. We don't want to be a winter official, a hundred workers, and benefit the world's man-made creatures, but we only want to kill with spears. How ridiculous!"

While speaking, all the black dust on Ding Chengli's body was hanging in his palm and gathered into a ball.

His appearance has not changed, he is still very old, and he has never shown his bald head. Even the frosty white robe he was wearing has not changed, only the color has changed to pure black.

At the same time, the supervisor of Baiyun Palace who was lying on the ground suddenly let out a muffled snort, and black dust began to float out of his body.

These miraculous objects that saved him from being burned by blood flames also flew towards Ding Chengli's palm like birds flying into the forest.

But in the blink of an eye, the Baiyun Palace Prison, which was originally a fairy-like place, turned into a black-clothed monk. Except for his shiny head, he still had the same good appearance, even younger, but his breath was dying, and there was nothing on his face The previous flying spirit showed a bit of morbid handsomeness.

"Oh, little brother almost forgot, brother doesn't like killing people with spears, he only likes fishing with poles!"

Ding Chengli, on the other hand, didn't even look at the sick monk in black on the ground, his eyes never left the Marquis Anfeng who was standing in the air, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his smile.

"Back then, my elder brother refused to learn the "Tiger Seal Sutra" handed down by the Ding family. Instead, he said that he admired Wu Chengsheng, so he had to study "Fishing Chapter". Father was entangled by you, so he had to go to the capital in person to ask the lord I asked for the rare copy of the secret treasure of the Town Demon Academy."

"The elder brother was overjoyed, and couldn't help but slipped his tongue in front of the younger brother, saying that he insisted on learning "Fishing Chapter". It’s just a pair of fishing rods, and he said that his fishing ability in the future may not be worse than that of the legendary ancestor..."

Speaking of this, Ding Chengli's smile became more and more unrestrained, and he pointed at the golden pillar of Anfenghou's mansion in the distance: "Leaving aside the ancient style of T, it is indeed written with one horizontal and one vertical hook."

"However, my elder brother wants to fish with a straight hook, that is, he doesn't even want the last hook. Regardless of the ancient style or the modern style, he has completely lost the shape and meaning of this word. If you say that you have forgotten your ancestors, I feel ashamed! "

After saying a word, suddenly streaks of black smoke gushed out from the void around Ding Chengli, circled and danced around his body, and continuously flowed into his palm.

"Ding Chengli, the golden tiles you have arranged in various parts of the city rely on this kind of thing to cover up your breath, right? Oh, and those demon monks and dead soldiers under your hands, once they don't have this thing, they will die faster !"

Standing in the sky, Marquis An Feng looked around the city, he could hear the sound of killing everywhere again, the expression on his face didn't change at all, and he still didn't intend to stop Ding Chengli, letting his younger brother keep gathering those strange black dust .

At this moment, Ding Chengli was wrapped in what seemed to be endless black smoke and dust, but when he heard the words, he laughed loudly: "Since they have become dead soldiers, they should go through fire and water, and die without hesitation! If what happens tonight, everyone will have one The seat of Jinwa ghosts and gods!"

After he said this, he suddenly changed the subject: "Speaking of the golden tiles of my younger brother, brother, do you know that most of the houses in this world are made of wood, and the wood contains a lot of pine, cypress and Jia wood? If the wood qi disperses, Pine trees will probably grow in the gaps between the roof tiles. When my father was renovating the Pihan Pavilion, he specially invited a master craftsman called "Wabi does not grow tiles."

"My younger brother became curious after hearing about it, and asked my elder brother to take me to see it. It's a pity that my elder brother was busy catching earthworms in the wet mud after the rain, so he refused to agree."

"So I had no choice but to climb up to the top of the pavilion to take a peek, and I saw that the master craftsman was so beautiful that he was so beautiful that I couldn't get enough of it! In the next few decades, the top of the Pihan Pavilion also appeared. Indeed no Vasson was ever born."

"It was also from that day that my younger brother gradually realized that there is a great way between those seemingly inconspicuous tiles!"

Hearing this, Marquis of Anfeng Ding Chengyuan couldn't help showing a look of nostalgia on his face: "I really can't remember the fact that you invited me to watch the bricklayer work for my brother. But when it comes to catching earthworms, my brother was in a rainy day at the time." When I was catching earthworms in the mud at the end of my life, I had an epiphany, and I became a soulmate!"

"My brother thought at the time that after the heavy rain, earthworms will climb up to the ground by themselves. This is the nature and principle of nature. If we can make good use of it, we can catch everything and accomplish anything, even if I throw it into the water. It's a straight hook!"

Ding Chengyuan paused for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing: "It's just that you and my brothers parted ways because of a few earthworms and a few roof tiles in childhood!"

He shook his head, and said in a deep voice: "At this time, when I think back to the past, I know that the family is prosperous, and the first thing is to win people! Bloodline inheritance, ancestors become the law, the mediocre people regard it as a reliance, and the intelligent people regard it as a shortcut, but one day. It will become a cage of chains."

"As long as the Huben clan maintains its original position, no matter whether it is the "Tiger Seal Classic" or anything else, it doesn't matter to my Ding clan. Rather than clinging to the disabled like the Cui clan in Yecheng, they are self-styled, so that the blood is ossified. , Constrained by just a few fish spirits, I would rather have a few more people like you and me who forget their ancestors in the future generations."

At the end, the Marquis of Anfeng curled his mouth, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Ding Chengli, as long as you are arrested without a fight, you will plead guilty when you enter the country with me, and tell the whole story of that Lao Shizi Dahei Mingshen, and I will protect you from death for my brother! Whether you return to the Ding family or don't start a new line, it is up to you to decide !"

(End of this chapter)