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Xie Xiangcai pondered what the Seventh Senior Brother had said previously for several hours, and then he finally let it out in one breath.
Although the secret of "Tao follows nature" mentioned by the Seventh Senior Brother is very wonderful, the young man still feels confused about this world, especially the martial arts "gifted by Heaven" mentioned by his ancestor when he was young. inside.
Xie Xiangcai still glanced at the scroll in his arms with some lingering fear, which was written with "The roc rises with the wind in one day", and carefully placed it in the cabinet standing by the bedside.
"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles."
The young man murmured softly, and there was a slight sting on his temple, but it was not as severe as before.
Quietly, in the divine sea, the outline of a dazzling golden palace slowly emerged, but this vague outline only stayed in the cave of the square inch of the divine sea for a moment, and then disappeared.
The sun was high in the sky and it was past noon. Xie Xiang felt hungry again, so he rushed out of the door and rushed out of the alley.
Xie Xiangcai no longer just walked to the north side of the street, but could only go south to see if there were any restaurants where he could eat.
After walking for a while, he stopped in front of a restaurant.
Xie Xiangcai raised his head and saw the small familiar sign on the wooden door.
Not lonely.
A smell of cooked soy sauce wafted out from the tavern, and Prime Minister Xie hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and entered.
"Ding--"
The wind chimes sounded, followed by bursts of oil smoke.
Xie Xiangcai looked through the smoke and saw a white-haired figure busy doing something in front of the half-exposed stove in the corner of the tavern.
The white-haired boy who was cooking in front of the stove heard the wind chimes ringing at the door and subconsciously turned his head. When he saw Xie Xiangcai suddenly arriving again, there was not much surprise in his eyes.
Xie Xiangcai stood there, looking at the white-haired young man who was cooking with a spoon, and for a moment he became extremely interested in the dishes in the iron pot.
All of a sudden, the white-haired boy walked up to Xie Xiangcai with two ceramic bowls in his hands, nuzzled his lips towards the high table beside him, "Let's eat."
Xie Xiangcai was startled and looked at the white-haired boy who put two pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the table.
How did he know he was coming for dinner?
However, Xie Xiangcai still pulled out his chair and sat at the table.
He looked into the bowl unconsciously, with some anticipation in his heart.
After all, I saw how skillfully the white-haired boy used the spoon, so the food he prepared must be delicious and delicious.
Xie Xiangcai's eyes slowly lowered, and finally focused on a ceramic bowl.
In an instant, his body felt as if he had been hit hard.
He opened his mouth slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
The rice in the bowl can be described in four words.
Dark and numb.
The white-haired boy didn't take it seriously. He picked up a pair of chopsticks and took big gulps of rice into his mouth.
Xie Xiangcai frowned and looked at the white-haired boy who lowered his head and took a big meal. He thought for a long time about the battle between heaven and man, and then he mustered up the courage to lift up the slightly heavy wooden chopsticks and pick up a small piece of sticky rice.
He thought this was fried rice, and his eyes lit up slightly as he ate the fried rice.
Then brighter.
Xie Xiangcai raised his head in surprise and glanced at the white-haired young man in front of him who was eating seriously. Then he immediately buried his head and started eating as much as he did.
Not long after, the two of them gently placed their rice bowls on the table.
The white-haired boy stood up quite satisfied, patted his slightly bulging belly, and said to himself, "Hey, my cooking skills are still so good."
Xie Xiangcai nodded in agreement, "Although it doesn't look great in appearance, it does taste good."
The white-haired boy looked at Xie Xiangcai with great interest, "Why, you don't dare to use chopsticks if you don't look good?"
Xie Xiangcai was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly hesitantly.
The white-haired boy sneered, stretched out lazily, raised a finger and pointed at the white-haired old man outside the tavern, who was leaning on a wicker chair with his eyes closed and shouting loudly, "Then look at it. What kind of character is this old man?"
Xie Xiangcai looked in the direction, looked the white-haired old man up and down, and said very honestly, "He is just an old gatekeeper. The old man in front of our Fengxue Village is about the same age."
The mocking look on the white-haired boy's face became even more intense. He crossed his arms over his chest, "Have you eaten enough? Are you strong? Go out and let this old man punch you and see how it feels."
Xie Xiangcai looked at the white-haired boy with contempt in his eyes, half confused and half disbelieving in his heart.
The young man has been practicing boxing for more than ten years. Although he is not a prodigy, he is strong enough to be strong enough to not be able to withstand the punches and kicks of an old man.
So Xie Xiang nodded solemnly and strode out of the tavern.
He made some calculations in his mind: since this old man can see the gate of Dongfeng City, his skills are naturally not weak, but after all, he is old, and it is not a problem to capture the little thief with bare hands, but he wants to knock him down with one shot. This seven-foot young man who has been practicing martial arts since childhood may have more than enough ambition but not enough strength.
Xie Xiangcai walked up to the old man and cleared his throat.
Before he could speak, the old man subconsciously opened his eyes. When he saw the young man standing in front of him, he couldn't help but be startled. He quickly stood up and bowed to salute, "Eighth Young Master, I'm sorry to welcome you from afar."
Xie Xiangcai was still not used to being called "Eighth Young Master". After he apologized, he glanced at the white-haired boy with a wicked smile on his face in the tavern, turned to look seriously at the old guard, and said in a deep voice, "Old man, Please give me a punch."
"ah?"
The old man was obviously stunned, and his body was frozen in place, at a loss.
Xie Xiangcai scratched his head in embarrassment and said again seriously, "Don't worry, old man, just punch, don't have any worries."
Just when the old man hesitated, an extremely sharp aura flashed past from the north.
His cloudy old eyes suddenly shrank, and then he whispered to himself, "I know this."
The old man took a deep breath, took a step forward, and bowed his hands to Prime Minister Xie, "Eighth Young Master, I have offended you."
After saying this, the clouds above the tower suddenly changed color.
Xie Xiangcai's heart shuddered slightly, and a feeling of uneasiness climbed into his heart.
"Bang——"
The old man punched out without any fancy, the wind of the fist squeezed the air and made a crisp popping sound.
"You fell into that guy's trap!"
Xie Xiangcai exclaimed, but before he could dodge, a fist broke through the sky and immediately hit his face.
The fist might seem powerful, but it actually has a hidden secret. When it hit the door in front of Xie Xiangcai, it quietly bifurcated and turned into countless small streamlines that rushed into the small world between the young man's upper dantian and Baihui.
Gang Qi merged into the chaotic original power, and it only took a moment to condense a colorless bead in a rare open space.
The bead body was silent for a few breaths, and then there was a buzzing sound. The buzzing sound fell, and a narrow route was clear from the chaotic original force, which went straight from the Tianling Gai to the Dantian of the abdomen.
Xie Xiangcai flew out as if he had been hit hard, bumping into countless stalls along the way. Finally, he flew heavily into the tavern with the sign "You Peng" and threw a shit in front of the white-haired boy.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, being blasted away by an old man, a disciple who has been shut down under the Immortal Seat, is really awe-inspiring!"
The white-haired boy squatted in front of Xie Xiangcai with a wicked smile on his face and gave him a thumbs up.
Xie Xiangcai was holding back a lot of anger, but because the white-haired boy had previously treated him to a free lunch that tasted pretty good, he could swallow the anger for the time being.
He struggled to get up, his clothes were completely torn, and the filth stained on them was unsightly.
The white-haired boy glanced at him with disgust, then walked behind the counter and took out a set of blue clothes made of cotton.
Xie Xiangcai took a set of brand-new clothes thrown by the white-haired boy and gave him a candy. He didn't know what this guy wanted to do.
The white-haired boy looked at Xie Xiangcai's strange eyes for a moment, then snorted coldly, "I'm afraid you should change out of these tattered clothes! You look disgusting!"
Xie Xiangcai smiled, found a hidden corner, put on his clothes and walked out.
The white-haired boy looked at Xie Xiangcai with narrowed eyes, and his eyes were in a trance for a moment.
He pulled back from his thoughts and raised a contemptuous curve at the corner of his mouth again, "Did you feel good about the old man's punch just now?"
Xie Xiangcai's face was covered with black lines and he was speechless.
The white-haired boy sat leisurely on a bench, skillfully took out a section of the tobacco rod from his waist, twisted some tobacco on the table, and put it into the half-open circular "skylight" of the tobacco rod.
Just a "sizzle" sound was heard, and the pipe ignited spontaneously without fire.
It didn't take long for the smell of tobacco to fill the entire tavern. After puffing for a while, the white-haired boy slowly spoke in an old-fashioned manner, "Do you know what the state of that old man just now is?"
Xie Xiangcai pondered for a moment and slowly shook his head, "I don't know."
The white-haired boy spit on the ground, "The old man is a warrior of the Four Realms. Does the Four Realms know about it?"
Xie Xiangcai looked shocked. He had the impression that the third uncle of the Xie family who died for him to bear the thunder calamity was a warrior of the Four Realms.
The warriors of the Four Realms can already be regarded as elders in the Xie family. Unexpectedly, in such a Dongfeng City, they can only be used as gatekeepers.
Xie Xiangcai looked at the white-haired boy and said with a harmless expression, "When I was practicing martial arts when I was a child, I only heard that there are ten realms in martial arts in the world, but I don't know which ten realms they are."
The white-haired boy rolled his eyes at Xie Xiangcai with some disgust, "The results we calculated just now because of the right time and place, it seems a little unsatisfactory now!"
Xie Xiangcai didn't understand what he meant.
The white-haired boy slowly blew out a smoke ring from his mouth, and then said, "Since your bullshit senior brother and second senior brother didn't tell you along the way, then I will tell you what these ten realms are."
Xie Xiangcai was startled and glanced meaningfully at the handsome young man with white hair in front of him. He felt more and more that the other person was not as simple as he seemed.
The white-haired boy finished smoking the tobacco, placed the cigarette stick heavily on the table, and spoke slowly, his voice slightly hoarse, "Martial arts is divided into ten realms, and the ten realms are divided into upper, middle and lower realms, the lower three realms are body training, and the middle three realms Break the body and concentrate on the three realms.”
Xie Xiangcai sat upright and listened attentively.
"Getting started with body training, breaking the body to enter the hall, and entering with concentration. Ordinary martial artists will stop at the lower three realms, top martial artists will enter the middle three realms, and genius monsters will enter the upper three realms."
Xie Xiangcai became interested and moved the bench under his butt forward, "What do the warriors in the lower, middle and upper realms do?"
The white-haired young man chuckled, "The lower three realms cut off the flow and clear the way, the middle three realms fly water and walk through the air, and the upper three realms can only punch open Jiujiang and cut off five continents."
Xie Xiangcai saw that the white-haired young man talked about these nine realms very easily, and he couldn't help but look down with contempt. The next moment, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and said loudly, "No, there are nine realms, upper, middle and lower. What's the point?" Is there a tenth realm?”
The white-haired boy glared at Xie Xiangcai angrily, "You have some brains, kid. In this tenth realm, you have transcended mortal warriors and entered the realm of heaven and man. It is usually called the realm of heaven and man."
Xie Xiangcai was dumbfounded. He vaguely remembered that his ancestor mentioned the word "seven" before, and he also mentioned the word "half" before. Together, it seemed that it was half a step to the seven realms.
The young man was silent for a long time. After he recovered, he raised his head again, looked at the white-haired young man, and asked hesitantly, "Then what state am I in?"
The white-haired boy smiled disdainfully, "You are just a second-level waste."
The little waste in the second realm, the white-haired boy is really arrogant!
Looking at the vast land of Daqing Dynasty, the young warriors who can reach the second realm at the age of fifteen are one in a hundred!
However, the white-haired boy didn't take it seriously or even sneered. His eyes were full of vicissitudes of life. Along the way, he had witnessed countless talented young men and peerless evildoers, but only a handful of them could truly have the last laugh!
There are ten realms of martial arts. After learning that he only had two realms, Prime Minister Xie couldn't help but feel a little downcast.
The white-haired boy suddenly changed the topic, "Although, you are only capable of the second realm, but fortunately you have laid a solid foundation when you were young and have a strong body. I don't think ordinary third-level warriors or even guys who have just entered the middle third realm can't do it." How are you."
Xie Xiangcai was frustrated, but he knew in his heart that all these achievements came from the ancestor who had already left Hexi, the old man who kept a straight face all day long and kept all the seventy years of cultivation in his body.
The young man clenched his fists, and the frustration in his heart disappeared for a moment.
Carrying on his shoulders are the expectations of his ancestors and father for him. The young man feels depressed, but he has to regain his strength and move forward again.
The white-haired boy seemed to be able to read Xie Xiangcai's thoughts. He nodded slightly, with a look of appreciation flashing in his eyes.
Xie Xiangcai raised his head, the expression on his face was the same as before, and he asked the white-haired young man, "After talking so much, what is your realm?"
The white-haired boy smiled brightly and said, "Me? Under the immortals, I am invincible on earth."
Xie Xiangcai just looked at the white-haired boy quietly. After a long time, he waved his hand boringly and said "che" before turning and leaving the tavern.
This trip has been worthwhile. Not only did I get a good meal, but I also learned about the ten realms of martial arts. All in all, it was not a loss-making business.
However, when the wind chime on the door rang again, the white-haired boy stopped Xie Xiangcai.
Xie Xiangcai was confused. He stopped and turned around, looking at the other party in confusion, thinking he had something else to say.
The white-haired boy stretched himself and said loudly, "The soy sauce fried rice was one tael a bowl, and that set of clothes was five taels. I gave you a punch before, so I gave you a discount, a total of five taels." silver."
Xie Xiangcai's body suddenly froze in place, and in the blink of an eye, his expression became extremely exciting.
He took a deep breath, yanked a money bag from his waist, and threw it at the white-haired boy.
"Go away!!!"
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The white-haired boy happily weighed the money bag in his hand and stood in front of the window watching Xie Xiangcai's retreating figure.
It wasn't until the young man's back disappeared around the corner that his smile slowly faded.
The white-haired boy waved his sleeves, and all the doors and windows in the tavern closed, and the curtains fell.
He whistled, walked to the table in the dark, lit a small flame on his fingertips, and lit the oil lamp on the table.
"Old Yuan, we haven't seen you for a few days, why do you look so haggard? Could it be that you have been spying on the secrets of heaven for a long time, and have attracted the immortals in the sky to punish you? The end is coming?"
The oil lamp was lit, and the front inch of the table became clearly visible.
Opposite the table, an old man with a white beard in dark red robes was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed to meditate.
Hearing what the white-haired boy said, he slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said angrily, "Tiger (māo), please have some moral integrity!"
The white-haired boy pulled out the chair and sat down on his own. He held his chin and looked at the old man in Taoist robes opposite him, and asked casually, "What did the boy on the dragon chair ask you to preach again?"
The great national master who was the only one of the Five Dynasties of the Daqing Dynasty, who combined the right time, place, people, and destiny of the country with the "Tao Dharma and the Heaven", sat upright for a while, with an expression that was indescribably serious, "This time you are playing Dafa! Half a month You actually dared to force your way into the palace and take Concubine Qin to Qingmeng City in front of the Holy One. The Holy One was frightened and only recovered yesterday. Now the civil and military officials of the whole court have written to impeach you for treason. If you don't show anything, come to Qingmeng next time. It’s not me who’s attacking the city, but the Holy Emperor’s personal soldiers!”
The young man surnamed Tiger didn't take this to heart at all, and yawned lazily, "Personal soldiers? Five thousand? Ten thousand? Even if his bullshit emperor comes to have 50,000 personal soldiers, I will still knock him over with one punch!"
The Imperial Master's white eyebrows stood up, "Hu Jie! This is not the time to joke! Even if you don't think about yourself, you still have to think of a way out for the people of Qingmeng City, right? The Holy One has long regarded you as a serious problem in Qingmeng City. He will wait for the opportunity. Come on, even if you are the divine general who protects the country in the Daqing Dynasty, the Holy One has reason to put you and your eight disciples in prison!"
Hu Jie, with his silky white hair, suddenly rose into the sky, and the sharp aura around him instantly shattered the wooden table in front of him into powder.
The oil lamp fell down and caught fire.
In the firelight, a long sword condensed out and was held by the white-haired boy.
"As soon as it comes, destroy it. Since the emperor has the guts to come, then I will destroy your Daqing's thousand-year national destiny with one sword. How about it?"
Hu Jie's voice was hoarse, but full of killing intent.
"Hu Jie! The world is about to change, and the fortune of the Daqing Dynasty will definitely turn around within ten years. If you have to get involved at this time, I'm afraid it will only destroy the good and the stone, and bury the last ray of fortune of your Hu clan's longevity... Listen to me, lower your head this time, leave a way out for the people of Qingmeng City, and also find a long-term way out for your disciples!"
The Imperial Master sighed and said, causing Hu Jie to fall into silence.
After a long time, he clenched his fist, and the flaming sword in his other hand disappeared.
"My Changsheng clan has long been extinguished in the long river of time, and the gate of heaven is half-opened. I am already exhausted but unable to do anything."
"That's all, how about giving the emperor some face and asking for forgiveness?"
After hearing these two words from the white-haired boy, the expression on the Imperial Master's face relaxed a little.
He nodded slightly, recalling the words "Heaven's Gate is ajar", twirling his fingers lightly, and his expression changed drastically.
Hu Jie sensed this, shook his head slightly, and signaled the Imperial Master not to reveal the secrets, otherwise disaster would come from his mouth.
The Imperial Master pondered for a long time, and then stood up, his figure gradually becoming illusive.
"Hu Jie, Your Majesty knows that you have accepted a closed disciple, and you want to see his style. On the day when you are going to plead guilty, let's take them to the capital together..."
