Tomorrow is the day to board the boat to Zhoushan, and the team leader Du Xingyan proposed that everyone gather together on Zhoushan. According to the gossip circulating among the students, Abbot Zhao once singled out forty-eight monks from the Three Palaces in Zhoushan, and everyone was fascinated by this.

What Mo Buping didn't expect was that the Taoist of Kun Dao, who had always had little contact with the students, also came, which made everyone feel very excited. Kun Dao is very rare in the training class of architectural monks, and it is a good thing to have Kun Dao with him.

What's more, Wang Daochang has a good appearance, according to Lan Ink, he is also one of the best in the Huizhen Pavilion. Mo Buping also thinks that Wang Dao is good-looking, but he is not as eager as Blue Ink and Amber Daoren, and he thinks that his daughter-in-law Aru is the most beautiful female cultivator in the world.

The bright moon hung high, and everyone went up to the top of the mountain together, looking down on the wide Xuanwu Lake below. The lake reflects the moonlight, which is particularly quiet.

Lan Shuimo looked at the pavilion next to him and said, "This is the Ganlu Pavilion, is the abbot really fighting forty-eight monks of the Upper Three Palaces alone?"

Mo Buping said: "Qianxun Daotong of the inspection team said that she was a witness to this battle, and she should not be wrong." ”

Du Xingyan said: "Forty-eight, it sounds a bit exaggerated, but I asked Wang Zhipeng and Tangtai A Bing, although they flickered, they did not deny this number. ”

Amber Daoist looked up and down the Manna Pavilion, and suddenly felt that this pavilion seemed to be much taller, and he wanted to enter the pavilion, but was stopped by Wang Daochang: "Don't go in!"

Amber Daoist was stunned, and for some reason, Wang Daochang took out a piece of silk cloth from the storage vessel, spread it on the ground, took out a lot of food, put it in the silk cloth, and said, "Sit here." ”

Mo Buping nodded: "Where the abbot shows his might, don't step into it easily, we still have to have more respect." ”

So everyone sat on the ground, while eating, while looking at the pavilion, and then looked at the Xuanwu Lake in the distance under the mountain, the spring breeze blowing, but also had a different taste.

Lan Shuimo stuffed a mouthful of osmanthus cake into his mouth, and he ate it very deliciously: "What is this delicious? Oh, osmanthus cake...... It tastes good. Speaking of Wang Daochang, what is your name? After the bridge is completed, you should still call you Wang Daochang? Don't you see that in the first few days of our arrival, as soon as we called Wang Daochang, more than a dozen colleagues turned back together. ”

Amber Daoist smiled: "Lan Daoyou, why don't you say that all the people surnamed Wang in our training class have no one who claims to be the Taoist Chief?

Du Xingyan stopped: "Okay, let's talk about something else, what's there to talk about? It's like your name is Amber Daoist, is there any difference between you and Wang Daochang?"

"By the way, Amber, I heard that you joined the Junshan Daofa Technical Research Institute, why did you come to be an architectural monk?"

"This, in fact, when I saw the words of the abbot above the "Junshan Notes", my blood surged, and I came, to be honest, I prefer shipbuilding, and I also know shipbuilding, and I know less about architecture. ”

"Everyone is the same, Lan Ink and I like to practice balls, Xiao Mo is proficient in lottery, isn't this also for Abbot Zhao's call?"

"I revealed, Lan Daoyou is looking for insights in order to break through the realm!"

In the midst of laughter, Lan Shuimo asked Wang Daochang: "Wang Daochang, why don't you speak?"

Wang Daochang looked at Ganlu Pavilion, tilted his head sideways and thought for a moment, and said: "I was attracted by the picture of this bridge, just to see if such a magnificent bridge can really be erected on the river." I want to see if there are any other bridges in the future, or the kind of high-rise buildings that can touch the white clouds, tunnels that can pass through the bottom of the sea, dams that can stop floods, and avenues that can allow cars and horses to run quickly......"

This is the scene that Zhao Ran described when he came to speak to everyone yesterday after the last class, and such a scene made every student excited.

With Wang Daochang's words, several people also repeated in unison at the same time: "...... We must use our own Taoism to draw a grand blueprint with our own hands, build a civilized and rich country, create a great era, and establish the firmest belief in Taoism!"

Reciting several times, although the chanting voice is not high, it is resolute and powerful, and it spreads far and wide, and seems to spread all over the entire hill of Zhoushan Mountain.

After a long time, Wang Daochang suddenly smiled: "I thought of what my name should be." ”

Several people were very curious and asked together, "What's the name?"

"I want to build this civilized and rich country, and in the future, please call me a nation. Wang Jianguo!

In the next day, under the leadership of Du Yangchen, all the members of the architectural monk advanced training class set off and boarded the largest warship sent by Longtanwei from Yanziji Wharf, and sailed down the river to Zhoushan.

On an uninhabited island in Zhoushan, Lu Xixing and Du Yangchen, two cultivators, jointly designed an offensive and defensive battle, with the Chaotian Palace monks as the attackers, with the goal of seizing the central high ground guarded by the students of the Architectural Monk Advanced Training Course.

Although the Chaotian Palace cultivators are only half of the number of students in the advanced training class, they have refining masters and archmages, and the training time is nearly half a year, in the face of the advanced training class students who have only trained for a month and are not specialized in training battle formation fighting methods, they have a great advantage, and in the judgment of Du Yangchen and Lu Xixing, they can hold on for half a day, even if they are qualified.

Zhao Ran, who came to watch the battle, was not so pessimistic, but also believed that the battle would end in one day, so two subjects were also arranged in the next two days.

However, the actual combat process made the three "leaders" present dumbfounded.

The trainees of the advanced course did fail, and the central high ground was finally occupied by the monks of Chaotian Palace, but this process was neither half a day, nor a day, but a full three days.

When guarding the central high ground, these middle and low-level monks played a touching and inexplicable momentum, forgetting their lives and deaths, fighting to the death, fighting to the death, and holding on to the last person.

Because of the existence of healing elixirs, the battle drill of the Dao Law is a real fight, which will be injured, painful, and bleeding, but in the battle, these young students ignore it, and more than once make the Chaotian Palace monks return in vain.

During the exercise, almost every time Lu Xixing and Du Yangchen pointed at the students, activated the protective gas shields on their bodies, and removed their qualifications to continue the exercise, more than seventy percent of the students were directly judged to be killed, and the tragedy can be seen.

In particular, the seventh group led by Du Xingyan was besieged by twenty monks of Chaotian Palace when they were stationed on a hillside path, and after Mo Buping, Blue Ink, Amber, and Du Xingyan were judged to be "killed" one after another, Wang Jianguo picked up three earth-shaking thunderbolts and rushed into the crowd of Chaotian Palace monks without hesitation, and died with the three monks of the other party, and seriously injured many people, and achieved the biggest result of the drill for the trainees of the advanced class.

After Wang Jianguo was rescued by Du Yangchen, she was covered in blood, and Lan Shuimo, Amber and others, who were also injured, surrounded her and couldn't help crying.

Seeing this scene, Du Yangchen was silent, and the corners of Lu Xixing's eyes were moist. Zhao Ran took a deep breath and asked Du Yangchen, "How are my students?"

Du Yangchen said: "The seventh group, can Abbot Zhao cut his love?"

Zhao Ran shook his head: "That's impossible." ”