It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

Chapter 147: Taoist Soldiers vs. Monks

After the deathly silence, there was a buzz of discussion.

"Did I hear correctly? This little girl said she wants to take in a disciple? She's half my age, and she wants to take in a disciple?"

"Are you kidding? Didn't the invisibility charm and the speed charm get lost thousands of years ago?"

"I heard it too! She did mention the invisibility talisman, and the Zhang family's Five Thunder Talisman."

"Who is this person? Why does he have a long-lost spell from various sects? Or is he just talking nonsense to attract attention?"

Not to mention the candidates below couldn't sit still, even the teacher with a mustache above couldn't sit still.

Regardless of whether Song Tang knows how to cast other talismans, at least the amulet in his hand is indeed effective, and the effect is much better than ordinary amulets!

The amulets that have been passed down to this day have all been simplified, and their spiritual energy has been depleted. So they are no longer able to bring peace.

If it is a top level like Old Man Lou from the Maoshan Sect, he might be able to exert one-tenth or one-twelfth of the effectiveness of the amulet, and barely be able to keep one from dying.

The amulets of ordinary Taoists can only slightly weaken the damage.

If the injury is too serious, it won't be of much use.

And Song Tang's amulet was truly a safety talisman! He had just tested it himself.

His fan is his weapon, and each fan bone is a flying knife. These knives can not only cut hair with a blow, but also have various talismans carved on them for attack.

He just gently stroked his finger with the fan bone, and the amulet immediately became hot.

Then his knife seemed to be blocked by something transparent and did not touch his fingers at all.

If he hadn't done it himself, and the amulet had only a small corner burnt black in front of his eyes, he would never have believed it.

"Who is your master?" The man with a small mustache held the amulet in his hand unnoticeably, and his eyes became much more serious when he looked at Song Tang.

"I don't have a master." It's true that some of her Taoist skills came from Master Zhang Tianshi, but the other party could not be considered her master.

At that time, the two were like-minded Taoist friends, and some Taoist techniques were co-created by them.

Song Tang is not as talented as him, so most of the time he serves as a supporting role.

Later, that boy became the founder of a sect and invited her to join him in creating the largest sect in the world.

Not only did Song Tang not agree, he also asked him not to mention himself to his disciples, and then left.

After this departure, when the two met again, he had already become an immortal, and Song Tang had returned to be his own little mountain god.

Once, Emperor Dongyue took her to attend the Peach Festival, and Song Tang met him by chance.

"Have we ever met this immortal friend?"

After becoming an immortal, the other party's appearance changed from an octogenarian to a young man, but he was still wearing the gray Taoist robe.

Song Tang glanced at the other person's face and replied calmly, "No."

He just followed Emperor Dongyue as if nothing had happened.

Song Tang always thought he had concealed the secret well until he learned from Zhang Zhiqi that the boy had recognized him a long time ago.

I didn't expect that the young man who was as quick as a firecracker, who was eager to share his ideas with me, had kept this matter from me for nearly two thousand years.

Song Tang didn't feel cheated, he just felt a little emotional.

Coming back to his senses from his memories, Song Tang lowered his eyes slightly and asked, "Can I go take the practical test now?"

The man with a small mustache was still studying the amulet in his hand. Although he was surprised that Song Tang didn't have a master, his whole heart and soul were currently focused on the amulet in his hand.

When he heard Song Tang's words, he didn't even raise his head, but just waved his hand to indicate that she could go.

He raised his hand and pointed in a direction: "Walk to the end of the corridor. There is a door next to it. Turn out and you will see a martial arts arena. There is an old man inside who looks like he deserves a beating. As long as you can survive an incense stick of time under his hands, you can use any method. If you can survive, you will pass the test."

"Thank you." Song Tang thanked him and walked straight out of the classroom.

Walking along the corridor and out of the side door, I saw a huge word "Tao" at a glance.

Sitting on the martial arts stage was an old man with a white beard and wearing a white training suit. He had a reserved aura and sat there upright.

When he noticed Song Tang walking over, he immediately showed an expression that said "another little trash has come".

Sure enough, he deserves a beating.

Song Tang was about to salute, but the other party waved his hand and said, "Stop trying to be friendly, just do it!"

Since the other party was so decisive, Song Tang didn't waste any words and flew onto the martial arts stage on tiptoe.

"He's a martial artist, not bad." Not bad, not bad." Upon discovering Song Tang's agile movements, the white-bearded old man nodded with satisfaction.

He then took a horse stance and faced Song Tang with both palms.

Song Tang stood there and thought about it, and instead of making a move, he took out A Jiao.

A Jiao was sleeping and was a little dazed when Song Tang took him out. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Song Tang with a sleepy face.

Song Tang shook his head, looked at the white-bearded old man opposite him and asked, "It's not against the rules to use the talisman, right?"

Taoist soldiers are also a special kind of talisman, well, just a little bit special.

"Of course!" The white-bearded old man naturally saw A Jiao's actions. His eyes lit up and he immediately asked, "Is this the legendary Taoist soldier?"

"Yes. Old man, be careful!" Song Tang threw A Jiao out and said, "Just defeat him, don't hurt anyone."

A Jiao grew against the wind and soon reached half a person's height. The nearly two-meter-long sword in his hand also appeared more prominent.

He stomped on the long sword in his hand, and the long sword, which was obviously made of paper, made a sound of metal hitting the ground.

He pointed his long knife at the old man and made a sound.

The old man couldn't understand what he was saying, but from his actions it was easy to tell that the other party was provoking him.

A Taoist soldier who can grow bigger or smaller and seems to have human emotions, the strong interest in the white-bearded old man's eyes is about to materialize.

He said impatiently, "Let's get started! You don't have to hold back, just come at me. I've lived for a hundred and three years. If I die on this martial arts stage, it's because I didn't learn martial arts well enough, not you!"

A Jiao turned to look at Song Tang, and only after Song Tang nodded did he rush forward bravely, waving his long sword.

He just aimed at the opponent's head and hit it with the knife.

The white-bearded old man tilted his head and just managed to avoid Ajiao's long sword.

A Jiao tilted the machete slightly and chopped at Whitebeard's head. If this cut was successful, the head would be separated.

The old man with white beard lived for more than a hundred years. He could fight on the battlefield and catch evil spirits. How could he be so easily defeated?

He just raised two fingers and hit Ajiao's sword seemingly weakly, but in fact the force was so great that Ajiao was knocked back half a step.

"Jiliguala——" Ajiao squatted down angrily and chopped at White Beard's legs with his long knife.

"Good boy, you are bullying me because of my age and weak legs and thighs, right?" White Beard suddenly jumped up and stepped on the long sword.

A Jiao immediately felt the force of the knife. He let out a "hey" and got into a horse stance. He grasped the handle of the knife with both hands and lifted it up with force.

He lifted Whitebeard up with his sword, until he was above his head, then Ajiao threw him out with force.

The white-bearded old man was thrown out like a stone!