Luoyang Heavenly Street was the central axis that ran through the north and south of Luoyang City. It was 121 meters wide. The roadside was filled with willows, peach trees, plum trees, and pomegranate trees. There were three roads in the middle, the Imperial Road in the middle, and canals and civilian roads on both sides. The famous Tianjin Bridge, Xuanwu Gate, Shangqing Palace, etc. were all on the same straight line.
The main road of a super metropolis like Heaven Street was equivalent to the public square of the Heavenly Empire on Earth. One could imagine how prosperous it was.
After the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty toured the south of Jiangdu, many martial arts experts liked to PK in the Heavenly Street. Heaven Street's geographical location was superior enough, there were enough onlookers, and the status of the soy sauce crowd was high enough. Whether it was a show or a real life or death battle, it was beneficial for the PK player to become famous and spread throughout the world.
When there was a big scene, even if the crowd did not participate, just shouting a few powerful lines was enough to make a name for themselves.
However, the current emperor was still in Luoyang, and Luoyang City had not lost its order. It should have been harmonious. However, early in the morning, two people fought their way to the sky street. It attracted a large number of onlookers and disrupted the harmonious atmosphere in Luoyang.
On the Sky Street, by the Tianjin Bridge, a young monk in a snow-white monk robe was hugging a middle-aged man who was covered in dust in a very ambiguous manner. The man was also wearing a snow-white brocade robe. He was originally graceful and elegant. However, at this moment, other than being in a sorry state and in a mess, there were no other words to describe him.
The fighting style of these two people was very primitive and rough. The young monk's main attack method was to hug the middle-aged man's legs and throw him to the ground like a sandbag. Or they might as well jump high into the air and throw the middle-aged man to the ground.
The middle-aged man's counterattack was also lacking. He either punched the monk's face or poked the monk's eyes with his fingers.
This kind of PK between the two was similar to a street brawl. There was originally no enjoyment to speak of. The monk had no choice but to throw and smash like a hooligan, while the middle-aged man scratched his head and scratched his face like a shrew. He was just short of spitting and biting people. There were no cool and powerful martial arts moves, nor were there any Qinggong stunts like jumping up and down walls. What was there to see?
However…it was this kind of clumsy fight that attracted a sea of spectators!
On the banks of Tianjin Bridge, the streets were packed with people. Those who were strong and strong squeezed forward desperately, those who were physically weak cursed loudly, those who had evil intentions watched the show while taking advantage of the beautiful audience beside them, and parents with children put their children on their heads. He wanted to let the child experience the fierce martial style of the Great Sui Dynasty in advance.
Many thieves were busy developing their business when they suddenly heard a voice,"Okay!"”Following that, cheers and applause erupted. Even the most dedicated thief could not care less about his business. He quickly stopped and stretched his neck, jumping around to look inside.
A large number of high-ranking spectators also gathered in the nearby taverns and brothels. The audience drank wine and ate side dishes, looking extremely satisfied. When it came to the exciting parts, they would applaud and cheer like the ordinary people below, or even drink a few glasses.
The girls of the brothel leaned against their benefactor, their faces flushed red as they tried their best not to do anything indecent. However, the fight was too rough and manly. Many girls could not help but jump up and cheer when they saw the explosive part. When their benefactor looked over with a funny and reproachful gaze, they could not help but lower their heads with red faces and smile shyly with their cherry lips pursed.
Even on the roofs, walls, and treetops nearby, martial arts experts with good lightness skills were standing. Those masters all had their hands behind their backs and put on a " if you have the guts, then strike me with heavenly lightning " pose. Their expressions were solemn and serious as they watched the battle that would not have attracted any martial arts masters.
On the Luo River under Tianjin Bridge. The light boats and large ships that were supposed to be moving in an endless stream were all moored at this moment, crowding the waterway so tightly that not even water could leak out. Boatmen, sailors, and passengers all rushed onto the deck. They stood on their tiptoes and craned their necks, staring intently.
This was just the beginning. When the fight had attracted enough spectators, many well-informed people rushed to the scene after learning about the incident. He wanted to take a look and obtain first-hand information.
How could a clumsy fight attract so many spectators? Why did it make some martial arts masters with great statuses rush over to watch?
The reason was simple, although their fight was primitive, its destructive power was rare.
The monk threw the middle-aged man to the ground. The middle-aged man's back touched the ground. The ground exploded and gravel flew everywhere. The sturdy stone path cracked into spiderweb-like patterns that instantly covered a radius of 100 feet.
The middle-aged man raised his upper body, roared, and swung his fists, smashing the monk's head and shoulders.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang…The punches landed on the fat monk's body, creating a loud bang that shook several miles! The sound of iron fists pounding against the ground was like the sound of a war drum on the battlefield. It made people's blood boil and their hearts beat wildly!
The monk roared and jumped into the air with the man in his arms. He jumped more than three feet high and threw the middle-aged man under his body. It slammed into the ground.
Boom! There was another loud sound as the middle-aged man's back touched the ground again. With this strike, a foot-deep pit was smashed into the ground of the Imperial Road, and gravel shot out for more than ten feet. Spiderweb-like cracks covered a radius of twenty feet!
"Too brutal! It's too violent!" One of the audience members in the front row waved his fists and shouted with a face flushed red and covered in sweat,""One more!"
"One more! One more!" A large number of people waved their fists and shouted in agreement.
The monk didn't disappoint. He carried the middle-aged man who was crazily attacking and jumped up again!
"Everyone, watch carefully! His name was Bian Bufu, nicknamed Hidden Demon! He was a famous martial arts expert and a very famous flower thief!”When Ye Fei was in the air, he shouted loudly,"This little monk Xuzhu is called Zhu Bajie! Today, he would enforce justice on behalf of the heavens and beat this bastard up for a day! All the young and old men and women of Luoyang City, if you have money, you can hold a banquet. If you don't have money, you can hold a banquet. Thank you, little monk!”
As he roared, he leaped up to a height of 15 meters and once again slammed into Bian Bufu!
In order to save Chenchen's face, he had not told her Bian Buzhou's background yet…
After the deafening crash, the crowd cheered even more. The audience on the boats on the Luo River found gongs and drums and beat them to cheer for the two sides.
The scene became even more lively.
" I really didn't disappoint…" In a restaurant. A man in a white brocade robe held a wine cup in one hand and looked at the two parties fighting from afar with a smile that was not a smile."He was actually beaten up like a child by a little monk of unknown origins…Bian Bu's reputation has been completely ruined.”
The man's eyes were bright, as if he could see through people's hearts. His smile was gentle, giving off a gentle and refined feeling. His eyebrows were like flying swords, adding a youthful sharpness to his gentle temperament. His hair was long and white. However, he did not look old. Instead, it gave him a mature charm that had seen the vicissitudes of life.
He held his cup and smiled, looking relaxed as if he was enjoying the bright morning of spring and summer. It was also as if he was standing alone in the world, looking down at the common people from the perspective of a bystander.
"Lord Pei also knows about Bian Bufu?" Sitting opposite him, a man with a rough appearance and a strong body asked with a smile. This man's name was Dugu Sheng. He was an important figure in the Dugu clan and Dugu Feng's uncle. His martial arts skills were very high. He was the general of the right garrison. He was loyal to the emperor and was the trusted general of the emperor.
With Dugu Sheng's status, those who could drink with him were naturally not ordinary people. The 'Lord Pei' that he spoke of was also an important official that the emperor trusted very much.
When the Emperor was still the King of Jin, leading the army to attack the Southern Chen, this Sir Pei was the General's Office. Later on, he was ordered by the previous emperor to rule Lingnan and quell the rebellion, making great contributions many times. Without expending a single soldier, he had split the extremely powerful Turkic Kingdom, which had repeatedly invaded the Central Plains, into the east and west. He has been in charge of the Western Regions for many years. He has made great contributions to crusade against those who do not submit to him, make small countries submit to him, make the barbarians in the four directions surrender, and make all countries come to worship him.
He was also a good bootlicker, and the current emperor was extremely convinced by him.
He had pushed forward the Great Sui's war against Goguryeo, and the general direction of his strategy was extremely correct. Goguryeo was indeed a great threat to the Central Plains, and the Li brothers had also attacked Goguryeo in succession. It was a pity that the current emperor was so extravagant that a good war to destroy a country was turned into a large-scale armed parade that would mobilize the army and bring disaster to the country and the people. In the end, it buried the root of the destruction of the Great Sui Dynasty.
His name was Pei Ju, a genius strategist and diplomat. He was a great monster who could revive a country with a word and destroy a country with a word.
However, his true identity was the number one genius of the Demon Sect. Evil King Shi Zhixuan.
A super expert, an ambitious person, and a big bad guy.
"Although I am not a general, I have been through many battles. He has been in the Western Regions for many years. He had to more or less interact with people in the martial arts world. His knowledge in the martial world was naturally not as good as Lord Dugu's, but he was the junior brother of Yin Weed Sect's sect master, Zhu Yuyan. His reputation in the martial world was indeed not small. Naturally, I've heard of it. However, I have never heard of that young monk. I wonder if Lord Dugu knows its origins?”
"Lord Pei, you flatter me." Dugu Sheng first said modestly, then said with a solemn expression,"Bian Bufu's martial arts are very brilliant. Although he's not one of the eight great experts of the Demon Sect, he's still a first-class expert in the martial arts world. Compared to him, Sheng was probably even slightly inferior. That master was able to let Bian Bufu attack his vitals. His hard body skills were truly shocking. Even the three great grandmasters could not catch up to him…When did such a great master appear in Jianghu? Sheng Zhen really did not know. However, my niece Feng 'er seems to have an old relationship with him…If Lord Pei wants to know his background, you can tell him after Sheng asks Feng' er.”
Dugu Feng had accompanied the monk around Luoyang City for an entire day and night yesterday, and many of her acquaintances had seen this. As Dugu Feng's uncle, Dugu Sheng had naturally heard of it. Regarding this matter, he had originally felt that Feng 'er's actions were absurd. However, because Feng' er's martial arts were too powerful and she was too doted on by his mother, You Chuhong, he, as her uncle, could only silently criticize her and did not dare to reprimand her.
It was only when he saw this monk display his might today that Dugu Sheng came to a realization. This monk was indeed a super expert. Even Bian Bufu was beaten up like a child. Feng 'er was on good terms with him. She really had good taste. If they could win over this great master who was not inferior to the three great grandmasters, it would be a great thing for everyone in the Dugu Family.
Shi Zhixuan, who had transformed into Pei Ju, smiled and nodded. He then casually chatted with Dugu Sheng about other topics, most of which were the preparations for the Emperor's tour of Jiangdu. Both of them were important ministers of the emperor, and this time, they had to follow the emperor, so there were many topics to talk about.
While they were chatting, Shi Zhixuan's mind was in turmoil, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Occasionally, he would glance at the place where the two of them were fighting in the distance, and his eyes would flash with a strange light. No one knew what he was thinking.
……
Dugu Manor.
In Dugu Feng's private courtyard, Lady Feng was practicing a set of exquisite palm techniques on the training ground.
She had accompanied Ye Fei for a day and a night, and was originally a little tired. However, when he returned home, he recalled the profound mysteries of the "Expert Lonely World Blood God Palm". His heart itched and he couldn't fall asleep no matter what. Hence, she began to practice on the training ground in her courtyard.
The more she practiced, the more excited she became. Previously, just listening to the palm technique chant, he already felt that it was very interesting. Now that she had practiced it on the spot, she realized the subtlety of this palm technique, which was especially beyond her imagination and understanding.
Not only were the moves profound, but even the technique of exerting force was beyond her imagination. With the mental cultivation method of this palm technique, he could use 80% of his true qi to unleash the power of his usual 100% attack. The consumption of zhenqi was the same, but the power had increased by 20%. Where else could he find such a good thing?
He had just started cultivating and was not very familiar with it. In the future, when he practiced more proficiently, he might be able to unleash 100% of his power with only 70% or even 60% of his true qi! Not only could it increase her continuous combat strength, but it could also allow her to obtain unimaginable explosive power when she attacked with all her strength.
"Who exactly is the fake monk? He actually taught me such an exquisite palm technique so casually…Since he has such a divine technique, why didn't he attack me? The last time I beat him up on the ship, he just took it head-on and didn't fight back…Who would believe in the Dao of Harmony? He didn't fight back, could it be…"
Little Phoenix's face turned red. No one knew what she was thinking.
Once his thoughts were in a mess, his palm techniques would naturally be in a mess. She simply stopped and walked to the side of the practice field. She pinched the leaves of the small tree beside the field and thought of something with a red face.
At this moment, hurried footsteps could be heard, and the voice of her personal maid entered her ears."Miss Feng! Miss Feng!"
Dugu Feng, who had her thoughts disturbed, raised her head unhappily and looked at the little handmaiden who had rushed over. The maid ran in front of Dugu Feng and panted, saying,""Miss Feng, Wang Wu has come to report that Master Xu Zhu is currently beating Bian Bufu up by the Tianjin Bridge on Sky Street.”
The little handmaiden naturally did not know who Master Xu Zhu was, nor did she know who Bian Bufu was. She was just relaying Wang Wu's words. And that Wang Wu was a warrior of the Dugu Clan. He had once escorted Ye Fei with Dugu Feng. He also saw Miss Feng and Master Xuzhu's flirting with each other. Therefore, after Wang Wu received the news, he immediately ran over to report.
"What?" Dugu Feng was shocked at first, but then she was delighted."The fake monk is finally willing to attack? Fight or not? This was great. He could finally see his true skills!”
After saying that, Dugu Feng turned into a puff of smoke and left the courtyard in a few leaps, leaving only her voice echoing in the little handmaiden's ears.""Give twenty taels of silver to Wang Wu. Tell him that he did a good job in this matter and this young miss will reward him!”
……
On the outskirts of Luoyang, in the magnificent Jingnian Zen Temple, a beautiful girl in green sat quietly in a small meditation room with her eyes closed.
Suddenly, the door of the meditation room opened. A handsome young monk in snow-white robes walked into the meditation room and sat down opposite the girl. He took a brush and ink and began to write.
The girl opened her eyes, put her palms together, and bowed to the monk. She opened her red lips and said in an ethereal and beautiful voice,""Master Liaokong."
The young monk smiled and nodded. He didn't say anything and wrote on the paper.
He was the abbot of Jingnian Zen Temple, Liao Kong. Although he looked young, his real age was already in his seventies or eighties. It was just that his cultivation was extremely profound, so much so that he had returned to his youth. He had cultivated Silent Meditation for decades and had yet to break through, so he naturally would not speak.
Liaokong filled up a page and handed it to the girl. The girl took it and looked at it. Her expression changed slightly and she said softly,"There's actually such a thing…Could that white-robed monk be the one Master Jia Xiang mentioned in his message…The monk Xuzhu who drifted dozens of miles on a reed and was rumored to be a god, asking for money from anyone he met?”
Master Jia Xiang was one of the four Holy Monks. His martial arts were extremely high and he was also one of Shi Zhixuan's masters. He is a great monk of the Three Lun Sect. The headquarters of the Sanlun Sect was at Qixia Temple on Qixia Mountain in Nanjing. Qixia Temple was not far from Jiangdu, so Master Jia Xiang quickly heard the rumors of Master Xuzhu and used the communication method between Buddhists to send the news to Luoyang.
Liaokong nodded gently.
The young girl frowned slightly. Disciple originally suspected that he was disguised as a member of the Demon Sect, but why did he clash with Bian Bufu? Also, the Yin Weed Sect's current successor, Bai Qing 'er, has also appeared in Luoyang…"
The girl stood up and bowed to the monk,"Master, Luoyang is in chaos. Since the successor of Yin Gui has appeared, the 20-year battle is inevitable. I will personally go and check it out. Even if I don't fight, I will test Bai Qing 'er's background.”
Liaokong took out another piece of white paper and wrote two lines of words."Let Butan and Buchen accompany you.”
Not Greedy and Not Charming were two of the four guardians of Jingnian Zen Temple. Their martial arts were very advanced, and any one of them could be a first-class expert.
The girl took the piece of paper with both hands, thanked him respectfully, and walked out of the meditation room with light steps.
……
In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly. A small boat approached Luoyang City. A girl in a yellow dress stood at the bow of the ship. Her beautiful eyes were already reflecting the towering city tower of Luoyang.
Other than her, there was no one else on the boat. However, the small boat parted the water like a swordfish, moving steadily and quickly.
An eagle's cry came from the sky. The young girl looked up and saw a small and exquisite black eagle circling the boat twice before diving down at her.
The girl in the yellow dress stretched out her snow-white arms, and the black eagle spread its wings with a whoosh. A gust of wind blew out, and its strong claws firmly grabbed the girl's soft wrist. The eagle claw was so powerful, yet not even a single red mark appeared on the young lady's wrist.
The young girl took out a roll of paper from a small iron cylinder on the eagle's leg, unfolded it, and read it carefully. Her pretty face unconsciously revealed a strange divine color.
"Heh, there's actually such an interesting thing…Have you been playing all morning? However, this alone…is still not enough…"
With a faint sigh, the black eagle soared into the sky and disappeared into the horizon.
The small boat continued to break through the water like an arrow. Luoyang City was getting closer and closer.
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