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Chapter two hundred and seventy-one: good, evil

Feeling the powerful aura that was approaching very quickly, Tang Luo turned his head and looked at him. A black light rushed from far to near, and at an astonishing speed.

The black light dissipated, revealing the monk Guhan, who looked like a corpse refining monk. He stood in the void, folded his hands together and bowed to Tang Luo, and smiled and said, "Just just now, the monk digs a divination. The hexagram says that the direction is north, and there will be noble people coming from the sky. As expected, Guhan, I have seen the genius of Longxi."

"Look for me?" Tang Luo hugged his chest with his hands, looked at the monk leisurely, and tilted his head and said in confusion: "I wonder what the master has to do?"

Monk Guhan smiled and said, "No, I want to do a business with the genius!"

"Now the ancient blood tower has been chased by the Heavenly King, and I still have the heart to do business?"

Tang Luo grinned and said, "The Longxi Alliance is a serious force recognized by the Heavenly Kings Commissioner. Are you not afraid that I will report to the Heavenly Kings Commissioner?"

"What's the benefit to the genius and even the Longxi Alliance?"

Gu Han's face remained unchanged, and he still looked smiling: "Even if the Dragon Western Alliance helped the Heavenly King capture the monk, the stingy holy land hawks would be extremely worthy, so he would give him a few verbal rewards. In order to get a false name to face the ancient blood building, I believe no force would be so stupid."

"Well, that's right." Tang Luo nodded seriously and said in confusion: "Even if I don't report you, I won't be able to do business with you. After all, I'm involved in a wanted criminal. If I'm suspected by the Emperor Supervisor, I, the Tang clan of Longxi, is not as easy to avoid as the Blood Tower."

"Tang Tianjiao is too modest." Gu Han waved his hand and said as if nothing had happened: "Although Tang's family is at the peak of the sky in Longxi, they were not seen by the Blood Tower. This business was not about the Blood Tower and the Dragon West Alliance, but about the monk and the Tianjiao. Can Tianjiao know why the Ancient Blood Tower was wanted by the Heavenly King Patrol?"

Many truths in the world are flooded by gravel, and these gravels are the information that winners hope you can see. After all, anyone hopes that their image of victory is glorious and decent.

All intelligence agencies know that the grudge between the Emperor of Heaven and the Ancient Blood Tower originated from the corpse monk Guhan and the Taoist Gufeng, two heavenly killers, assassinating the Angel of the Survey, and a strong man who was at the peak of the An family's evil realm and almost looked for, thus taking on the unsolvable hatred.

But there are too many strange things here. Although the ancient blood building is a killer organization, its main project is to search ancient tombs and dig out, buy and sell shameful stolen goods, and exchange some secret techniques passed down by the sect's access control to grow.

You said that such an organization should have committed a stupid thing to intercept an angel or a member of the An clan of the strongest holy land.

This incident itself is full of strangeness, but no one pretends to not know. But the first time the two met, would the corpse monk say it?

Tang Luo was very suspicious, so he had no expression on his face. He didn't even put down his hands holding his chest, but just said lightly: "I hope to hear it carefully."

"Since the building was built, it has adhered to the principle of sharing secret techniques and opening up martial arts bans. This is also the fundamental reason why the human race can prosper martial arts!"

Gu Han had an unprecedented seriousness on his face: "Tang Tianjiao should have discovered that in the late stage of martial arts practice, everyone's needs are different, the secret techniques are different, and the paths are different. Even if it is a martial art of the same sect and the same origin, the results of two different people practicing will be very different!"

"Even the resources of the sect are limited. Once the disciple needs specific resources and secret techniques, unless they have a deep foundation and high talent, they can only wait for the sequence. Sometimes even if they wait for the sequence, the sect may not be able to complete the full resource allocation."

"So, many disciples of sects cannot go further, but are limited by resources and have to stop. Isn't this the biggest waste??"

The monk corpse talked sincerely, but Tang Luo was indifferent and said lightly: "Is it not waste to take a path that my predecessors have not taken? The reason why the sect is a sect and the holy land is a holy land because the ancestors made countless mistakes from thousands of roads and found the right path."

"I think if these disciples were going to follow the orthodox path, the sect would not have any resources that they could not come up with, but they had to find another way. Is there any problem with the sect putting resources one by one with an experimental mentality?"

"Experiments also need to be rewarded. Paying for the idea of ​​a "genius". Do you know how much resources and time it will take?"

He pointed at Guhan, and Tang Luo continued, "If you are really a genius, please do the resources you need on this road yourself, so why rely on others; if you are not, it will be a waste of resources. If you are a sect, would you be willing to give them like this? I really think that the resources of the sect fell from the sky!"

"Take a step back, even if you really succeed in the end, and find another way out, are you sure this path more superior than the existing path? Who doesn't have a research institution in the sect's holy land? The martial arts master brings dozens or hundreds of martial arts masters day and night research results, isn't as good as a disciple's random thoughts?"

"Are you funny with me?"

There is nothing in the world that is more enjoyable than quarreling against others. Tang Luo's irritability caused by the arranged marriage disappeared after he confronted Guhan, and he felt refreshed.

The face of the corpse monk was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He originally thought that a young man like Tang Luo always had the enthusiasm to criticize the powerful and question the authority, so he chose such an entry point to talk, but he did not expect that Tang Luo, a twenty-year-old young man, was much more mature than he thought, and he fell into the passiveness of the conversation.

Not only did the quotes I had originally thought were invalid, but I had to restore my image of the extreme idea just now.

The monk sneered in his heart, but his face was silent. Instead, he chuckled: "What Tang Tianjiao said is the principle of martial arts, but the idea of ​​these disciples being wild and imaginative must be helped to realize it, so the ancient blood building came into being."

"We provide the resources they need to disciples of these sects, and they exchange them with sect martial arts and secret techniques, whether they are secret techniques, magical powers, martial arts, spiritual weapons, beast souls, or Taoist jade. As long as the other party can tell them, we can provide them to communicate with each other!"

"At the end, the ancient blood building has become a place where these frequent visitors exchange secret techniques, magical powers and resources. Many formerly inconspicuous disciples of the sect have become elders and even the heads of the sect!"

Speaking of this, Guhan turned his proud eyes to Tang Luo because he felt that he had expressed his meaning clearly enough.
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