A film series in the Republic of China: The legendary Taoist priest in Shanghai

Blue Eagle has a secret in his heart.

He was a poor boy from the mountainous area of Yunnan. At the age of eleven, he accidentally entered a cave and saw the corpse of a sitting corpse.

He buried the corpse and got a yellowed and torn secret book.

"Little Li's flying dagger never misses its target!"

As I opened the first page, an unparalleled and sharp sword intent attacked me.

It is unknown how many years the yellowed secret book has been kept, but the words left on the pages alone can release a sharp sword energy.

It can be seen how terrible and terrifying the corpse was when he was alive.

Since that day, Lan Ying tried every means to find someone to translate the secret manual of martial arts.

He copied the words in the book into paragraphs and asked different literate people to translate them.

After a few years, he finally mastered the magical martial arts in the secret book.

This martial art is called Xiao Li Flying Dagger and is divided into three levels.

In the Power Sword Realm, one can use internal force to shoot flying knives, with no limit on the number.

In the Qi Dao Realm, one uses the true Qi to shoot flying knives. If one has not entered the Divine Dao Realm, one can only shoot nine knives in his lifetime. If one enters the Divine Dao Realm, one can shoot knives without restriction.

In the Divine Sword Realm, one uses the soul to shoot flying knives. One can only shoot nine knives in a lifetime, and each knife will be shot with a fragment of the soul.

Blue Eagle is now at the Qi Knife Realm and has nine chances to shoot Qi Knifes.

With the help of Xiao Li's Flying Dagger, Lan Ying can usually roam the world of martial arts with his strength and be invincible.

But more than a decade ago, he also encountered several life-and-death struggles.

In every life-and-death moment, Blue Eagle only needs to release his strength, and even a master whose true energy is several levels stronger than his will be killed with one blow.

Xiao Li's flying dagger seemed to have magical power. It would hit the target every time it struck.

The Qi Strength Realm is already so powerful that Lan Ying even wondered what the Divine Sword Realm was like.

But the realm of divine power is different from the martial arts of power sword and qi power. The methods of cultivation are all some weird talismans that are mysterious and supernatural, and it is impossible to understand them at all.

In short, this beauty is not worth Blue Eagle wasting a knife on.

Lan Ying took out a dart, and directed his inner energy into his finger, which then flowed into the dart body, and then condensed into the dart tip.

His movements were not as exaggerated as Xu Dashan's, but a strange green light flashed on the tip of the dart.

The green light is swallowing up endlessly.

"Gather your energy and release it to kill."

Wencai thought to himself that even he found this move unusual.

Chang Kun was horrified: "I didn't expect that besides me, there is someone else in the world who can control the sword. However, this person doesn't seem to have mastered the sword-controlling technique of combining the mind and the sword, and controlling the objects with the soul. This Qingmang seems to be from the Shushan Li Jingxu School."

The dart turned into a meteor, carrying with it a feeling that every shot would hit the target.

Silently, the dart pierced the bull's eye.

Ding Youtian stepped forward and tried to help Lan Ying deflect the darts in a flattering manner.

The dart was pulled out, and with a snap, the remaining energy caused the disc to break into pieces.

If this knife hits a person, all the meridians in the person's body will be severed.

"Clap clap clap!"

Wencai took the lead in applauding, and everyone in the audience followed suit.

In the eyes of everyone, Wencai applauded because he knew he was no match for his opponent and was going to give up like Chang Kun.

"Okay, Brother Blue Eagle, this beauty..."

Long Si raised his voice.

In fact, he has three shows scheduled today.

The first scene is about Wencai curing Ma Zhui.

Ma Zhui was injured and became disabled for life. The only person in the world who could cure him was the genius of Maoshan.

But Wencai was not like his brothers and was not under his control.

So Long Si's arrangements really helped Wencai cure Ma Zhui.

In the second game, Blue Eagle got the beauty.

Lan Ying took great credit for defeating Dong Qishan and demanded a reward.

Blue Eagle is alone and difficult to control, so it would be best if he had a wife.

Killers are not scary. The scariest thing is people who have the skills to kill but have no relatives, no home, and no job.

When you have a home, you have things to care about and you can control them.

So, Long Si took great pains to find a beauty, and then arranged for everyone to play games as if nothing had happened.

Playing games and darts, who can compete with Ghost Blade Blue Eagle in darts?

The dart game is Blue Eagle’s special event, and Jin Zhaoli is also the prize given by Long Si to Blue Eagle.

The outcome of the second game is also in Long Si's control.

Long Si announced the result, but Wencai interrupted him before he could finish half a sentence.

"Wait, Fourth Brother, I haven't ejaculated yet."

Wencai picked up a fallen dart from the ground.

"Brother Wencai, you have to shoot too, even at 20 meters."

Long Si confirmed with Wencai.

"No, I don't shoot twenty meters."

"Yes, it's not easy to shoot at 20 meters. The genius doctor is good at medicine, and darts are a killing skill. It's normal for us doctors not to shoot darts."

The good guy Gu Tingkuan wanted to help Wencai out of the predicament.

Long Si smiled and said, "Brother Wencai hasn't married yet. Next time I will find him a good beauty who is no less beautiful than Miss Jin."

What other people say is mostly empty talk, but what Fourth Brother says will definitely be empty talk.

Long Si made the promise mainly because his literary talent was very useful to him.

Even in Long Si's mind, Wencai's role is more important than that of other thousand kings.

To dominate the gambling world in Shanghai, one needs the help of twelve thousand generals, but to dominate Shanghai, one may also need the help of literary talents.

Dominating Shanghai and dominating the gambling world in Shanghai are two completely different things in terms of difficulty.

Therefore, he did not want to offend Wencai and planned to find a beautiful woman for him in the future.

However, it is difficult to find products of Jin Zhaoli's quality.

"You misunderstood. I don't want to shoot at 20 meters. I want to try 30 meters."

Wencai said this and walked to about thirty meters away in a serious manner.

Long Si almost laughed out of anger.

Thirty meters, throwing darts is like playing with a bow and arrow!

Most people can shoot this kind of toy dart about two and a half meters, and those who are good at dart shooting are considered to be experts if they can shoot five meters.

To run ten meters you need internal force, to run fifteen meters you need extremely strong internal force, and to run twenty meters you need to use your true energy.

Long Si may not be able to shoot twenty meters. Although in terms of gambling skills, he is already the gambling god of the Republic of China, but shooting darts is not a gambling skill.

All the brothers were laughing, not mocking him, but no one dared to laugh at a miracle doctor.

They all think that literature is just for creating atmosphere and having fun.

Many masters are like this, they like to have fun and play tricks on others.

For example, there was a master named Jigong in the Song Dynasty. He loved to trick people into eating the mud rubbed off his body.

"The dart board is broken. Can anyone help me draw a red heart on the wall?"

Wencai stood thirty meters away and said seriously.

"I'll come, I'll come."

Panmali jumped up, ran to the wall where the dart was hung, took out the lipstick from her makeup bag, and drew a small red dot on the snow-white wall.

I don’t know if Panmali did this on purpose.

The little red dot she drew on the wall was smaller than the bull's eye of a dartboard and about the same size as an ordinary person's fingerprint.

"I'm about to cum, Mary, get out of the way."

Pan Mali took a few steps to the side to avoid the red heart on the wall, and Wencai then threw the dart in his hand casually.

There is no sound of wind or thunder, no green light special effects, it is just like a naughty boy throwing stones on the river.

Just throw it away casually.

"Yes, the miracle doctor shot it."

cried Panmari.

She was the closest and the one who saw it most clearly.

A dart hit the red center right in the middle, and it went right into the wall three or four centimeters away.

As soon as Pan Mali called out, Ding Youdi and Ding Youtian also hurried forward to check the dart.

"Brother Wencai, you really won. It's amazing. The beauty is yours. You can use it first. You can lend it to us in a few days."

"Brother Wencai, can we brothers line up?"

Except for Pan Mali and the Ding brothers, everyone else was silent.

There was no applause, no exclamations, just silence.

"Maoshan, Brother Wencai is an immortal who practices Taoism!"

Xu Dashan sighed softly, lamenting the gap between immortals and humans.

Lan Ying also shook his head. Looking at the stunningly beautiful Miss Jin on the stage, he felt extremely lost, as if he had missed out on the greatest treasure in his life.

"I am a mortal after all. No matter how powerful Xiao Li's Flying Dagger is, it is just a martial art."

Long Si was also lost in thought, sometimes excited, sometimes a little hesitant.

Compared to these people, Jin Zhaoli on the stage was in tears, her body was limp and she had no strength at all.

"I have a miserable life. This old man could almost be my father, and I have to accompany him every day... Just now, his two old weirdos said they wanted to lend him to me for a few days. What should I do?"

Jin Zhaoli was so desperate that she felt like she had fallen into hell. She felt that there would be no escape in her life and she had to endure the obscene toying from this old weirdo toilet head every day.

Life is worse than death, hell is just like this!