In the Shaolin Temple of Ming Dynasty.
"Abbot, don't make things difficult for me. Aren't I also unable to disobey the emperor's orders?”
The two of them sat opposite each other. On the left was Master Kong Wen, and on the right was the commander of the Jinyiwei, Jiang Meng.
"Donor Jiang, please don't joke around. The Rakshasa Hall is just a story made up by the storyteller in Wudi City. How can it really exist? Don't tell me you really believe it?"
Master Kong Wen smiled. However, he was very nervous.
As expected, Zhu Yuanzhang had designs on his Raksha Hall.
The secret technique of the Rakshasa Hall was different from ordinary martial arts. It mainly attacked the mind.
It was very useful to the Embroidered Uniform Guards.
Especially when interrogating stubborn criminals.
"I don't know if the story told by the storyteller is true or not.”" But I think I saw Master Kong Zhi heading toward Wudi City." Jiang Qiong chuckled." Please explain to me what Master Kong Zhi is going to do."”
When Kong Wen heard this, he was stunned. A drop of sweat seeped out of his forehead.
It was no wonder that Jiang Meng would come personally. He had something on her.
"Kong Zhi is only going to Wudi City to beg for alms. Don't think too much, Almsgiver Jiang.”
Master Kong Wen replied with a headache.
He regretted letting Kong Zhi go to Wudi City now.
Jiang Meng sat cross-legged in front of Kong Wen, not anxious at all.
He didn't believe in the secret technique of the Rakshasa Hall.
He felt that the storyteller was spouting nonsense.
However, he learned from the spies that Kong Zhi had suddenly headed toward Wudi City.
He sensed that something was wrong and changed his previous opinion.
Today, he had come to test Master Kong Wen. As expected, Master Kong Wen's reaction was a little off.
Although the panic in his eyes was fleeting when he asked about the Luosha Hall, he still caught it!
Yingtian Prefecture, Great Ming Palace.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the superstitions that Jiang Xiong had sent back.
His expression was rather surprised.
"Shaolin really has a Luosha Hall?"
After pondering for a while, he muttered softly," That storyteller is really extraordinary! Since the Luosha Hall was real, then what about the Celestial Race?”
Emperor Hongwu looked at the sky.
He thought of the insufferably arrogant Hei Longtian that Su Yi had mentioned.
He suddenly became a little nervous.
At this moment.
A little further away from Wudi City.
Master Kong Zhi asked for a cup of tea.
He chanted the name of Buddha to the kind-hearted person and continued on his way tirelessly.
He walked extremely fast, as if he had learned the divine art of Spatial Bending.
He was clearly walking calmly, but his speed was much faster than a galloping horse.
"We're almost at Wudi City."
Kong Zhi muttered to himself as he hurried.
He recalled what his Senior Brother Kong Wen had told him.
At this moment, he was quite curious.
How did that Su Yi know the secret of their Shaolin Temple?
And it wasn't just Shaolin. They seemed to have a good understanding of the bad people of the Great Tang.
What was even more bizarre was that this time, he even told a mythical story.
It involved the "Upper World" of ascending immortals!
In addition, he was only twenty years old, but he already had the realm of the Great Finger Profound!
This was simply appalling!
What was Su Yi's background? Why was he hiding in a small teahouse and telling stories?
He had been thinking about these questions for a long time, but he still could not come up with any useful results.
It seemed that only by meeting Su Yi would there be a result.
……
Recently, there was an explosive piece of news circulating in the martial world.
The Qiuli Sword, a divine weapon that the Daoist Heaven Sect had lost for twelve years, was with a storyteller in Wudi City.
After this news spread, it quickly caused a sensation in the martial world.
Immediately, a large group of people turned their attention to Wudi City!
Many of them had heard that Su Yi seemed to be very powerful.
However, they all felt that it was just an unrealistic rumor. A lousy storyteller was a Great Finger Xuan expert?
A finger mystic in his early twenties?
Nonsense.
Many people had such thoughts in their hearts.
Then, he packed his luggage and headed to Wudi City.
Divine Weapon Qiu Li! If he could obtain that treasure, he would be able to keep it for himself or exchange it with the Heaven Sect.
The benefits he could obtain were immeasurable!
Therefore, not only did they think that many people felt that the rumors were false.
Even if they were really sure that Su Yi was the Great Finger Mystic, they would not be able to do anything.
Driven by greed, there would still be many people who would have the idea of "trying their luck".
This was the so-called, under great rewards, there would be brave men.
However, when they decided on this method, the few people from the Heaven Sect thought that Su Yi had just broken through to the finger profound realm.
If they had known that Su Yi would break through from the little finger mystic realm to the peak of the big finger mystic realm the next day, they would have been able to kill him.
He probably wouldn't have chosen this method to get the Autumn Dragon Sword back.
After all, not many people in the martial world could deal with a Great Finger Profound Realm expert.
Spreading the news of the Autumn Dragon sword would only make some annoying flies buzz in Su Yi's ears.
It was absolutely impossible for the situation that they had originally thought would happen, where Su Yi was no match for them, and they would help him out of righteousness.
……
At this moment, in Wudi City.
Su Yi was still unaware that the few stories he had told in order to earn popularity points had already set off a storm in the nine provinces.
He was still as calm as usual in front of his little storyteller.
"I'm a little tired of drinking too much tea. It would be good if there was some wine.”
The teahouse manager heard Su Yi say this.
He was afraid that Su Yi would run to the neighboring restaurant to tell a story.
His expression immediately became a little flustered.
"I'll prepare some wine tomorrow to serve you, Mr. Su!”
"Thank you." Su Yi did not stand on ceremony with him, but he immediately sighed,"But I've been to many restaurants in Wudi City. There's really no good wine to speak of."”
In the martial arts world of the Nine Provinces, the technical level of brewing wine was quite backward.
This was undoubtedly a kind of torture for Su Yi, who would not be happy without alcohol.
At this moment.
"How can there be any good wine outside? If you don't mind, Mr. Su, try the ones in the Imperial Residence.”
Old Yellow's voice came from the attic,
Su Yi's eyes lit up slightly, and he said with some anticipation,"Then I'll accept your request.”
"Hahaha, Mr. Su, please enjoy.”
Old Yellow laughed and took out a wine gourd. He turned it in the air and poured the wine out.
The wine would have spilled on the ground, but because of Old Huang's internal strength, it all fell into the wine bowl in front of Su Yi.
Su Yi took a sip, and a rich wine fragrance filled his nose.
"Good wine!" he couldn't help but sigh. Thank you."
At this moment, the audience in the teahouse could not help but clap their hands in joy.
"Good power! Not a single drop was spilled."
" As expected of Senior Sword Nine Emperor!"
"In the future, there will be another interesting thing in the martial world. Senior Emperor Jian Jiu will personally pour wine for Mister Su, hahaha!”
"To tell you the truth, I also want to taste Senior Sword Nine Emperor's wine.”
Su Yi happily drank up the wine in his bowl.
He let out a breath of relief and slammed the gavel.
"Last time, Abominable used all his strength to crawl to Ziyu's feet and asked Ziyu to help him.”
"Use his sword and yourself to defeat Hei Longtian!”
"When he said this, he was already at the end of his rope. Then what did he mean by himself?”
"Don't be anxious. I'll tell everyone immediately.”
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