In the battle with Qiu Ze, Ning Tao's injuries were not serious, but he was suppressed by him at the time.

After two days of training in the sect, Ning Tao planned to leave, but Instructor Dong had already urged him.

But before he left, Ziyang came over with a worried look on his face.

"Junior brother, how is your injury?"

Ziyang looked Ning Tao up and down, then asked with concern.

"It's no big deal!" Ning Tao smiled slightly and said nonchalantly.

"Junior brother, you have done well this time."

After pondering for a while, Ziyang said with a serious face, "Master Liaokong is an expert outside the world and will not be as knowledgeable as you. However, I am afraid that from now on, people from all over Emei will be unkind to you. The most troublesome one is Qiu Ze. There is something behind this person."

With the support of the National Security Bureau, you have made him lose face this time. If he is not angry, he will be in trouble."

"What? No matter how powerful the National Security Bureau is, it's not from the Qiu family. I don't believe they can play their cards out of the way!" Ning Tao looked stern, and then said calmly.

"Hey, Ning Tao, you are still young, and some things are not as they appear on the surface. The last time you refused the invitation of Guoan, I am afraid that it has made the latter feel like it is stuck in its throat. Plus this time..."

Ziyang sighed and frowned slightly, "The National Security Bureau is not a pure land. There are many capable people and strangers in it. If I am really serious with you, you cannot stop me."

"I see."

Ning Tao nodded, but his expression remained calm and said again, "Senior brother, no matter how strong the Qiu family is, they can only cover the sky with one hand!"

Although the Qiu family is not a famous family, they control the National Security Bureau. Under normal circumstances, Ning Tao would not want to mess with him, but Ning Tao would not do it if the other party messed with him.

Seeing that Ning Tao didn't care, Ziyang thought that Ning Tao was young and energetic, and was afraid that he would suffer a loss, so he couldn't help but persuade him again.

"Junior brother, I know you are an extraordinary person, and you also have many secrets. Use your skills, you have your own cleverness. In just six months, Feifei Jewelry's achievements have made even the big bosses of Jinghua look sideways. In the rotation of cultivation, the younger generation may be

No one can help you."

"But!" After saying this, Ziyang paused, leaned forward, and emphasized his tone.

"After all, you are still young. They stand on the commanding heights and make the rules. You can't defeat them. A Feifei jewelry alone is not enough to save your life."

"Cultivating is only for the younger generation to dominate. If you go head-to-head with the opponent, you will definitely lose."

Ziyang came today not only because of his own intention, but also because of the intention of the two masters.

Now that Wudang finally gave birth to a monster, he naturally didn't want to let him fall easily, so he took great pains.

"What do you mean, senior brother?"

Ziyang said so much that he was trying to emulate other people's ambitions, but Ning Tao was a little unsure of his origins.

"Listen to Senior Brother's advice, young people must be able to bend and stretch. I left Qiu Ze at the outer gate. How about Senior Brother accompany you to visit and admit your mistake? I, Wudang, will come forward in Jinghua, so the other party will not look at the monk's face.

Looking at the Buddha's face, I don't want to make things worse."

After talking so much in the early stage, Ziyang finally revealed his purpose.

"You want me to apologize to Qiu Ze?"

Ning Tao was stunned for a moment, then smiled coldly, "Brother, do you know what my master's first words were when he taught me to cultivate immortality!"

"What?" Ziyang was stunned and asked smoothly.

"What a monk cultivates is not just cultivation, but a heart. Do everything with your heart!" Ning Tao scratched his fingernails on the table, recalling on his face.

... Ziyang's face suddenly turned ugly when he heard this. The meaning of the other party's words was obvious.

In fact, he knew the result when he came here, and he just had to bite the bullet when he came here.

How could he not know what Ning Tao said? In fact, any monk would not know this truth, but how many of them could truly rely only on their true intentions?

He was just a senior brother, and that was what he said. Seeing that Ning Tao had made up his mind, he did not try to persuade him anymore. He put the matter aside, took a breath, and Ziyang shook his head and said, "Junior brother, I have one more thing to ask of you when I come here this time."

Ning Tao didn't speak, his expression moved, and he looked like he was listening.

"This is my Wudang Henglian practice, the Eighteen Moves of Sanshou. You can go back and hand it over to the leader of the army!"

Ziyang took out an ancient book from his body, handed it to Ning Tao, and said.

"Um?"

Ning Tao was puzzled, took it and turned it over, looking at Ziyang suspiciously, a little confused.

This method is an external skill, it belongs to the entry level and is not considered a master. Although he has never practiced it, he has heard about it and does not understand what the other party is doing for him.

Ziyang knew that Ning Tao was confused, so he explained when he saw this, "It's like this. The country wants us eight sects to come up with some outer sect techniques to strengthen the troops. This can be considered a contribution."

"Uh..." Ning Tao twitched the corner of his mouth when he heard this, looked straight at the book in his hand, slowly raised his head, looked at Ziyang and said, "The army has also intervened in Hongmeng?"

As far as he knew, the army had never been involved or had any contact with the monks. Moreover, although this method was an outer sect, it was not something that ordinary people could practice. The top government officials had never cared about the practices of the eight sects.

Now that Ziyang suddenly took out this, he couldn't help but feel worried.

The National Security Bureau alone is feeding the eight major sects to death. If the military intervenes, the consequences may be disastrous.

Seeing Ning Tao's look, Ziyang understood what he was thinking, and immediately waved his hand and said, "Junior brother, don't get me wrong, the matter is far from as serious as you think. The army will probably give you the answer to the specific matter. Although our Hongmeng is weak,

, but it’s not something that can be manipulated by anyone, it can be regarded as an exchange of equal value in some aspects.”

"Oh I got it."

With Ziyang's answer, Ning Tao's face softened a little, nodded, and didn't ask any more questions.

Next, the two chatted some more. Regarding matters in the military, Ziyang mentioned a few things in particular, which made Ning Tao frown.

Until Ziyang left, the doubts in Ning Tao's heart still did not dissipate. He was a monk, so he naturally looked at it from a monk's perspective.

But this time, the army not only asked for some secret books of the eight sects, but also some casual cultivators and small sects became instructors in the army, which is a bit puzzling.

You must know that if the state forcibly interferes with the eight sects, or even forces their disciples to join the army, then it won't be long before the eight sects will be wiped out and become nothing but killing machines.

After all, they have all joined the army. Not to mention the changes in people's hearts, they have been isolated from the sect for a long time, and the sect has no need for it anymore.

But in this case, isn’t the government afraid that monks will take power?

After thinking about it to no avail, Ning Tao simply gave it up and decided to wait until he met with Instructor Dong.

If the sky falls, there will be a tall one to support it. This is not what he can care about.
Chapter completed!