Under One Person: The River Map and Luoshu

Chapter 42: Being brothers, in the heart, if something goes wrong, the phone can't be reached (asking for monthly tickets, recommendation tickets)
Subsequently.

Zhuge Qing saw with his own eyes that Wang Ye casually fiddled with the four plates in the Qimen Bureau and controlled time and space, and the last glimmer of fantasy in his heart was shattered.

The spiritual practice concepts that he had adhered to for more than 20 years were crushed to the ground, and then a spark of desire appeared in his eyes, spreading like wildfire.

"Master Wang, can I ask you one more question? What is the name of your magic?"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't push your luck. I've told you enough." Wang Ye said dissatisfiedly.

Zhuge Qing saw that Wang Ye's approach was not feasible, so he set his sights on Du Heng and asked, "Did you already know what kind of magic Wang Ye used?"

"I guess it's pretty clear!" Du Heng looked nonchalant.

This caught Wang Ye's attention, and he said in a serious tone, "Old Du, do you really know?"

"A divine dragon carried a map out of Luo River, and a colorful phoenix held a book in the blue clouds. Feng Hou was ordered to interpret it into words, and the art of Dunjia Qimen began from then on. Is that right, Old Wang?" Du Heng blinked at him with a playful smile on his face.

"Oh, I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Wang Ye's face fell. He had calculated Du Heng's intentions before and almost lost half his life. Conversely, the other party could also calculate him.

Considering Du Heng's mysteriousness and the strange magic he controls, he should be able to get a glimpse of the secret. Coupled with the signs of exposure in recent times, it is not surprising that he can guess most of it.

"Can you two consider me when playing charades?" Zhuge Qing had a resentful look on his face. Even Du Heng guessed it, but he was kept in the dark. He felt like he was being scratched by a cat.

"By the way, Du Heng, you don't seem to care at all. I guess the magic you master is not simple, right?"

Du Heng stared at him with a half-smile, and said jokingly: "Haha. You can count it. If you want to die this time, we won't stop you."

"Uh." Zhuge Qing was stunned and speechless. He was not looking for death, so why would he force himself to calculate?

"Okay, take good care of your injuries these days. I'll need your help with something later." Du Heng said, putting his arm around their shoulders.

Zhuge Qing didn't understand why, and thinking about the insult he had just received, he said stubbornly, "I didn't answer!"

"Don't you want to know more about Lao Wang's unique magic?" Du Heng asked temptingly.

It can be seen that instead of letting Zhuge Qing secretly think about it like a thief, it is better to draw out his inner demon like Wang Ye.

Look, Zhuge Qing glanced at Wang Ye and couldn't help but show an interested look.

The king refused to do it and said, "I didn't say I agreed!"

"Can you live with your conscience?"

Du Heng first played hard to get, then retreated to advance, and simply said: "If you want to leave, I will never stop you."

"You're sure I won't leave."

"Hey, we're friends. If you have any trouble, just come to me. We're brothers in our hearts. Call me if you have any problem."

And in some places in the stands.

A tall, blond man with a rough and fierce face stared at Wang Ye as he performed his strange magic. There was also a mysterious gadget beside him that recorded the entire process of Wang Ye defeating Zhuge Qing.

In another corner, a mysterious man's eyes emitted a deep blue light, exactly the same as Zhuge Qing's strange image.

He stared at Wang Ye intently, gradually becoming greedy, and even murmured softly.

"Eight Wonderful Skills, Wudang. Wang Ye, it is this, it must be this!"

at night.

Du Heng, who was meditating in the house, was disturbed by a ringing phone. He hung up without thinking.

But then the ringtones started bombarding me like a telecom scam, and I was finally left with no choice.

"Mosimoxi!"

The next moment, a hurried voice came from the other end of the line, "Lao Du, Moses, you bastard, we said we were brothers in our hearts, but now you can't get through to me on the phone."

Du Heng coughed to cover up his embarrassment after hearing the thick resentment coming from the receiver. He said, "Ahem, it's Lao Wang. There's no note on this number. I thought it was a harassing call."

"You don't do anything!"

"Old Wang, you are a Taoist priest after all, why are you speaking foul language after coming down the mountain?"

"Stop talking nonsense and come and save me!"

Du Heng was stunned for a moment, and started thinking. He seemed to understand what was going on. He remembered that Wang was also...

Halfway through his thought, Lao Wang interrupted him, "Hey, hey, hey, say something!"

"Yes, yes, go ahead!"

"Is that crazy woman next to you called Baby something sick? She keeps trying to bury me with a shovel, and she's talking about a one-stop funeral service. I asked if you taught her how to do it. Great, Sun Zeer, you're really good at having fun. Do you believe I'll go down the mountain tomorrow?"

"It's unfair. How could I ask Bao Bao to bury you? It must have been that Bilian." Du Heng didn't even think about it and directly put the blame on Zhang Chulan. Anyway, he had a lot of things to do and it would be good to put some weight on it.

"Stop talking nonsense and come save me. I don't even have a sip of water to drink."

"Oh, Lao Wang, you must be strong, strong, strong, strong, strong."

"In less than five minutes, just wait for me to video chat with you in Beijing." Du Heng looked at the phone that had hung up and gloated, "You are so resentful. To what extent have you been tortured by the baby?"

In the woods on the east side of Houshan Mountain.

Wang Ye was trying desperately to escape, sticking out his tongue and breathing heavily, looking extremely miserable.

Behind him was Feng Baobao, who was carrying a shovel and chasing Wang.

"What the hell is this crazy woman? Why doesn't anything she does work?"

Wang Ye's face was gloomy, and the resentment in his mouth burst out like a machine gun.

Seeing that Du Heng had not arrived yet, he took out his cell phone and called him.

"Hey, this isn't my ringtone!"

He suddenly realized what was happening, his face was filled with indignation, and he immediately shouted around: "Old Du, damn it, come out now!"

The next moment, Du Heng appeared, leaning against the tree trunk with his arms folded, watching the cat and mouse game with great interest.

"You said it would be within five minutes, but the time hasn't even passed yet."

"Stop talking nonsense and quickly grab this crazy woman." Wang Ye didn't bother to curse and hurriedly shouted to Du Heng in the distance.

"The incense that blocks your eyes, removes it!"

Afterwards, Feng Baobao's eyes became clear again, and when he saw Wang was also in front, he picked up the shovel and rushed forward.

Du Heng immediately hugged her from behind and stopped her, "Baby, stop it!"

"Hey, Du Heng, you're here too. It's a good opportunity for us to work together. I'm still a little unfamiliar with the procedures you mentioned."

Du Heng felt extremely embarrassed when he saw Wang Ye's angry look. He was caught red-handed and there was no way he could escape the blame.

"Baby, don't bury it. Taoist Wang knows what to do tomorrow. He won't fight with Chu Lan."

"Oh, I see!" Feng Baobao nodded blankly.

Suddenly, Wang also rushed over, grabbed Du Heng by the collar, and started to speak sweet words to Du Heng, showing his "respectful and frugal" side.

Du Heng covered his face and tilted his head back to avoid being affected by the pesticides.

When he was almost calm, she took out a bottle of water from her hip pocket and gave it to him. "Okay, brother, I'm considerate of you, right? And don't be so angry. Maybe after what happened tonight gets out, it will become a good story: Feng Baobao buried Wang Ye under the moon, and Du Heng rode alone to save Lao Wang!"

"You're just full of rhymes. Do you want to take the postgraduate entrance exam?" Wang Ye rolled his eyes, feeling very speechless. "You want to send me away with just a bottle of water? Do you think I'm a beggar?"

"Yes, yes, the third son of King Weiguo of Zhonghai has to drink specially supplied water. How can we ordinary people compare to that?" Du Heng said sarcastically.

When Wang Ye heard this, his eyes widened and he pointed at him in astonishment, "You, you know?"

"He was admitted to Tsinghua University, but became a Taoist priest. This was widely reported back then, and it was definitely a front-page news story."

"Oh, it's true that good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels far and wide!" Wang Ye took the water from his hand and drank it all in one breath.

"By the way, why did you ask me and Zhuge Qing to stay on the mountain? What's the matter?"

"What else could it be? Quan Xing!" Du Heng did not hide it.

“This group of people went up the mountain?”

"They didn't just go up the mountain, they all sneaked in among the spectators. Come on, I'll talk to you slowly."

The next day.

After several days of competition, there were only eight contestants left. There was no change in the upper group, with Feng Baobao versus Feng Shayan, and Zhang Chulan versus Wang Ye.

The next group was "completely different", with Zhang Lingyu versus Deng Youfu. The latter didn't run into Feng Xingtong and was considered to have escaped. The remaining one was Du Heng versus Lu Linglong.

"The first match is between Du Heng and Lu Linglong!" the little Taoist priest announced loudly.

Inside the venue.

Lu Linglong got ready and spoke excitedly: "Du Heng, I have been looking forward to sparring with you and seeing your warlock skills. Don't let me off just because I'm a girl!"

"Don't worry, I promised Huaer!" Du Heng looked relaxed and made a rare joke.

"Don't mention that little bitch!" Lu Linglong's hair stood on end and her eyes became fierce.

"Ahem, what if Mr. Lu blames me? If he wants to punish me, I won't be able to escape."

"It's okay. If Grandpa dares to attack you, I will find Huangmao."

"Pfft!" Du Heng almost burst out laughing. He just wanted to say that you are such a smart guy, and your filial piety is so powerful.

He forced himself to suppress his smile and waved, "Come on then!"

(End of this chapter)