The white-haired old man who always went off topic finally finished his story, and the show was coming to an end.
"Is that all?" Zuo You asked incredulously, "And then? What happens next? Does this White Emperor really like the Seventh Prince?"
Fu Shenzhi spoke in a low, calm voice, "I think I like it."
The man thought for a moment and added, "To say I like you is too light. I love you deeply."
Zuo You asked, "Why?"
Fu Shenzhi was silent for a while, then uttered two words coldly: "Intuition."
Zuo You choked. What kind of answer was that? Fortunately, she didn't delve into it and simply asked another question: "Master, if you say that the Bai Dynasty really existed, why has it never been recorded in official history? Can the change of a dynasty really be erased from history books?"
Apart from today's program, Zuo You had never read any record about the Bai Dynasty in other unofficial history.
You should know that the most difficult thing to ban in the world is speech.
Even if historians were prohibited from writing historical books in detail, the folk songs and stories circulating in the streets and alleys among the common people would be enough to record the changes in the world over thousands of years.
According to this program, the White Dynasty was an unprecedented empire and it should not have become so unknown after thousands of years.
Bodhi said, "To be honest, I'm also investigating this matter, and I only have a few clues. But what I can be sure of is..."
Before Bodhi finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became stern and he pointed his finger directly at Zuo You's face.
He moved so fast, as quick as lightning, that Fu Shenzhi had not yet reacted. He only had time to subconsciously stretch out his hand to block Zuo You.
The two were startled at first, then stunned, only to see a thin leaf between Bodhi's fingers. The leaf was as thin as a cicada's wing, slender and oval, like a willow leaf.
Bodhi finished the previous sentence: "What I can confirm is that the White Dynasty does exist. It is absolutely true."
After he finished speaking, Bodhi raised his hand, and the thin willow leaf flew out as fast as an arrow. Its speed was so fast that people could not even see the willow leaf in the air.
The willow leaf broke through the air, flew straight out of the open French window, and disappeared into the night.
"Come out." Bodhi said loudly, "What's the point of attacking from the dark?"
There was a slight rustling sound, and a figure slowly walked out from the darkness. He was wearing a black robe, gorgeous clothes, with harsh eyebrows and eyes, and fair skin.
The man was standing on a branch of an old tree outside the house, his black robe fluttering in the wind. Between his slender fingers was a thin green leaf, which was the willow leaf that had just flown away.
The black-robed Taoist stared at the scene in the room with cold eyes. When his gaze fell on Bodhi, he seemed to frown.
Fu Shenzhi suddenly stood up, holding Zuo You behind him, and asked in a cold voice, "Taoist, who is this person?"
Without waiting for Bodhi to reply, the black-robed man spoke first, his voice cold and emotionless: "Here to consolidate order."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black robe flew into the air, and with a light tap of his toes, he jumped directly from the branch to the window sill, then pushed himself up with his elbows and flipped over through the French window into the house.
Almost at the same time, as the man in black robe entered the room, a figure rushed out. In a flash, the two men exchanged several moves.
If someone observes carefully, they will find that the two people have the same moves and fighting styles, combining hardness and softness, and each move is powerful.
Fu Shenzhi's voice was cold and he said sternly, "Let's go. I'll take you away."
Zuo You said: "Then what should Master do..."
Fu Shenzhi said: "This Taoist priest has some skills, don't worry about him."
"Hey, fellow Taoist." Bodhi raised his palm to block the palm strike from the black-robed Taoist, then tilted his head to dodge the black-robed Taoist's fist. "It's really unkind of you to just abandon me like that."
Fu Shenzhi, a man who put the art of thick black into practice, replied coldly, "Daoist, you can handle it."
As Bodhi exchanged blows with the black-robed Taoist, he shook his head and sighed, "My fellow Taoist, you have been a worthless person for thousands of years."
Fu Shenzhi said: "Thank you for the compliment."
Fu Shenzhi was about to take Zuo You out of the door when Bodhi turned around swiftly, picked up the cushion on the sofa and threw it over. The cushion hit the door that Fu Shenzhi had just opened accurately.
With a bang, the door was forced closed again.
Bodhi said, "Fellow Daoist, I will not argue with you. It is better for you to stay here with this girl for safety. If she leaves my sight, I cannot guarantee whether anything will happen to her."
As he was speaking, the black-robed Taoist raised his hand, and three leaves flew out from his sleeves, shooting towards Bodhi's face like sharp blades.
Bodhi kept his steps steady, retreated his left leg, leaned back, and dodged three leaves thrown by the black-robed man. Just as he was about to fall to the ground, he managed to hang steadily in the air with the strength of his waist.
Although knowing that the occasion was not right, Zuo You still praised from the bottom of her heart: What a nice waist!
Bodhi's upper body only paused in the air for a moment, then he stood up with a somersault. At this moment, everyone heard a very crisp "crack" sound of a dislocated bone.
Bodhi let out a wail, and his upper body failed to rise halfway, and he fell straight to the ground like a hammer.
Bodhi clutched his waist and cried out in pain: "I'm getting old, so old! Ouch, my waist is no longer able to function."
The tense atmosphere fell silent for a moment, and three dark lines clearly slid across everyone's forehead.
Bodhi continued to howl: "Quick, quick, good disciple, please help me, my waist is not working..."
The black-robed Taoist was the first to react. He sneered and raised his hand. Three leaves as fast as lightning flew out, each one aimed at taking Bodhi's life.
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