The result of the sword duel was beyond expectations, causing the eyes of the entire Jiuzhou Jianghu to drop.
Daoist Zhongxuan actually won!
After the shock, everyone had different reactions.
Those who were defeated by the Nameless Sword laughed wildly and cried tears of joy. Those who had designs on Quan Zhen Sect felt their hair stand on end.
Some people did not care about themselves and hung up high, while others went straight to Zhongnan to learn from their masters.
Some people were wary, while others wanted to rope him in.
Great Song, Shaolin.
This ancient temple, which was filled with towering ancient trees, incense, and Zen, was covered in an invisible haze at this moment.
In the meditation room.
Several old monks in kasayas put their palms together and remained silent.
These were the eminent monks who held power in the Shaolin Temple.
There was Abbot Xuan Ci and the heads of other temples.
"Amitabha."
"In life, if you don't fight, you'll be merciful. If you don't hear or argue, you'll be wise.”
"Doing things for others is like drinking tea.”
"Only in this way can one attain the Dao. One's heart is free of dust, and one can see Bodhi.”
"Quan Zhen Sect's power has already been established, Shaolin should not attack anymore.”
"It's better to let go of enemies than to keep them."
"In the future, as long as Quan Zhen Sect doesn't provoke us, Shaolin Temple won't provoke us.”
"Between Buddhism and Taoism, it's best to mind your own business and live in peace.”
"Of course!
If the Quan Zhen Sect doesn't let this matter rest, Shaolin isn't afraid either.”
"A thousand years of foundation is extraordinary."
"Even if Daoist Zhongxuan's sword path is unparalleled, he will still have to suffer.”
After a long time, Xuan Ci spoke.
His words put the monks at ease.
After the latter left, Xuan Ci was left alone in the meditation room. He looked in the direction of Quan Zhen Sect with a helpless expression.
"Unfortunately, Shaolin's dominance over the martial world of the Great Song was broken just like that.”
"However, there is still a long way to go."
"A man can't be good for a thousand days, and flowers can't be red for a hundred days.”
"There used to be many amazing forces in this pugilistic world that ran amok for a while and suppressed the martial arts world. However, in the end, they all turned into dust. Only Shaolin Temple has lasted for thousands of years and has never declined.”
"The Buddhist Sect can afford to wait."
Beggar's Sect.
Waving his hand to dismiss the disciple who delivered the letter, the old Sect Master, who was emitting a rotten aura, secretly rejoiced.
"Fortunately, during the battle on Mount Hua, Hong Qi and Wang Chongyang appreciated each other and became close friends.”
"Beggar's Sect has some friendship with Quan Zhen Sect.
Once there was danger, the latter would not stand by and watch.
Otherwise, if I die, I'm afraid Beggar's Sect won't be able to keep its position as the number one sect in Great Song.”
The old Sect Master sighed.
Because of Xiao Feng, the relationship between Beggar's Sect and Shaolin Temple, which had been close for many years, had a crack.
The path of Buddhism could not be taken, so he could only place his hopes on the Dao Sect.
"I hope that before I die, Hong Qi will be able to fulfill his wish and enter the martial grandmaster realm.”
Then, he thought of the talented Xiao Feng.
The old Sect Master felt heartache and pity, but he also secretly hated Quan Guanqing and Bai Shijing who were causing trouble in the dark.
"Before I lay in my coffin, I will definitely take all of you scum away.”
"Leave a clean Beggar's Sect for Hong Qi.”
The Great Song Imperial Family.
In a magnificent palace.
Emperor Song ordered a copy of the Longevity Daoist Canon and sent it to Quan Zhen Sect.
There were no special rewards or too many titles.
However, this gift and attitude were enough to show the goodwill of the Song royal family.
Firstly, Emperor Song knew that Quan Zhen Sect pursued purity.
He was only willing to be a member of the Jianghu Dao Sect and was not willing to be involved in the whirlpool of the imperial court.
He was also happy to see it.
Secondly, he had some grievances with Wang Chongyang.
In the past, Wang Chongyang had once been a righteous man who fought against the Jin Dynasty and went to the front lines.
Apart from the strength of the Jin Kingdom, the Great Song Dynasty's struggles were also the reason for their failure.
This caused Wang Chongyang to be extremely disappointed with the Great Song Imperial Court.
Only then did he enter the Tomb of the Living Dead.
Emperor Song knew his limits.
If it was a Daoist Canon, Quan Zhen Sect could accept it.
However, it was easy for him to make things worse.
"Fortunately, Wang Chongyang still has the heart to defend the Great Song.”
"If Great Song is in trouble in the future, Quan Zhen Sect will not stand by and watch.”
Emperor Song consoled himself.
………
Outside the Great Song.
Peerless City.
The green bamboo forest was like a sharp sword that shot up into the sky, bringing with it a sharp edge.
This was the residence of the guardian of Wushuang City, Sword Saint Dugu Jian.
Ever since he lost to Nameless three months ago, Sword Saint had been deeply affected and had been in seclusion.
He vowed to comprehend the legendary twenty-third sword and fight Nameless again to avenge his previous humiliation.
But today, a guest had come to the Sword Hut deep in the bamboo forest.
Not long after, the Sword Saint's carefree laughter could be heard.
"There are crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the martial arts world of the nine provinces. I guessed that Nameless would be defeated.”
"But I didn't expect him to lose so quickly.”
"He was defeated in just three months.”
"I was still defeated by the sword of an unknown old Daoist.”
"This old man traveled in the Nine Provinces for several years before he was defeated by that old sword.”
"In this way, this old man can be considered to have won Wuming in other aspects.”
The Sword Saint laughed at himself and suddenly changed the topic.
"Wait until I create Sword 23."
"First defeat Nameless, then battle Zhongxuan."
"I will never lose to anyone on the path of the sword.”
"Right!"
"I remember that Peerless City's library has a lot of Daoist scriptures and scholarly books. You should organize them and send them back to Quan Zhen Sect.”
"Thank you, Old Daoist Zhongxuan, for defeating Wu Ming.”
Glass Sun Empire, Beiliang.
Within a luxurious mansion built around a lake that occupied the entire Green Liangshan.
Xu Xiao and his advisor, Li Yishan, sat opposite each other and laughed loudly.
"What a great Big River Sword!"
"What a good Daoist Zhongxuan who shook the Nine Provinces with a single sword.”
"Looks like we've gained an advantage this time.”
"We have to make good use of Quan Zhen Sect and set up a new set.”
"This way, the future of Feng Nian will be more stable.”
………
It seemed like the outside world was isolated from the Quan Zhen Sect's Sutra Depository.
Even if the Nine Provinces were to stir up a storm because of Li Zhongxuan, he did not care, much less care.
He admitted that it had nothing to do with him.
In the eyes of this old Daoist, all fame and fortune were just fleeting illusions.
A hundred-year-old hero was buried in the yellow soil, and twenty-eight beautiful women laughed at the bones.
Only the Great Dao was eternal, the world was eternal, and the sun and moon shone through the ages.
He had won against Nameless.
It was just a natural result after one had comprehended the Dao to a certain extent.
In his eyes, fame in the secular world was not as good as a cup of tea, and the pursuit of Jianghu was not as good as a scripture.
To calmly comprehend the Great Dao was to be calm.
Besides, it's hard to climb a mountain.
The depth of this world was terrifying.
The higher one stood, the easier it was to become a target.
Li Zhongxuan cherished his life very much. If he wanted to be stable for a long time, he had to cultivate and comprehend the Dao.
A person who boasted after achieving a little achievement was a fool.
Half a month later.
Nameless, who had recovered from his injuries, left.
Before he left, he voiced his thoughts.
It turned out that Wu Ming had come for the legendary Sword God of Great Song, Dugu Qiubai.
However, the other party was too mysterious.
In order to lure him out, he decided to defeat Li Zhongxuan first.
After he became famous, he made him take the initiative to come.
He did not expect the plan to fail at the very beginning.
The truth of the matter made Li Zhongxuan and Wang Chongyang rather speechless.
Fortunately, the two of them were gratified to see that this Celestial Phenomenon Ascendant was very disciplined.
He injected a strand of sword intent into the sword river and left behind a sword path experience book.
Even though Quan Zhen Sect was in trouble, they did not suffer any losses and even earned quite a bit.
After all, the sword intent and insights of a Celestial Phenomenon Realm swordsman would be a precious treasure no matter where they were placed.
Not to mention the fame that came with it.
As for why Dugu Qiubai, who loved swords as much as his life, didn't come to Mount Zhongnan.
Wang Chongyang was somewhat worried, but Li Zhongxuan did not care.
When it was time, it would naturally come.
If he didn't come, he would feel even more peaceful.
Three days after Wu Ming left.
Inside the Scripture Depository.
The sound of air being torn apart rang out.
Li Zhongxuan heard the commotion and looked out the window.
He saw a white deer with a roasted rabbit in its mouth running wildly in front of him, followed by an exasperated middle-aged beggar.
He thought about the exotic wild animals that the white deer had brought to him all this time.
Li Zhongxuan's eyes were fleeting, and he felt a little guilty.
No matter how one looked at it, this scene looked like the victim had finally found the culprit and came knocking on his door.
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