"Your Majesty, I scared this old slave to death yesterday. He didn't dare to sleep all night..." Wang Zhenliang said nonchalantly with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.
Zhao Yi stared at Wang Zhenliang, knowing that he was not just trying to flatter him or asking for credit, and he had indeed stayed up all night. He smiled and said, "Mr. Wang, it's my fault that you were also frightened."
"Your Majesty, please don't say that, you will offend this old slave!" Wang Zhenliang hurriedly leaned back and said. The long days of serving others have made him accustomed to being humble. This is also because he has been with Zhao Yizhi for a long time. Before, he had already knelt down. Speak.
"Where's Qian Shuai? How to deal with the dead bodies in the east of the city?" Zhao Yizhi took a sip of tea and asked about the situation in the east of the city. After he came back last night, he fell asleep and forgot about the incident in the east of the city. Only now did he think of asking.
Wang Zhenliang replied: "There are only a few corpses, how can it be difficult for Qian Shuai to live there? They were cleaned up before the fourth watch! The strange thing is that after the dead corpses were chopped down, there were actually these insects in the corpses. Your Majesty, please Take a look. And... the people around the east gate have suffered a lot of casualties..." Wang Zhenliang presented a tray with several dead, fat insects on it.
Zhao Yizhi glanced at it and recognized it immediately. This was Fuyin Division's corpse-controlling insect. In the Battle of Anhui City, when Fuyin Division attacked Zhou Ziru at night, Zhao Yizhi had seen this insect with his spiritual consciousness.
"I know, let's leave it there." Zhao Yizhi said calmly, without paying too much attention.
Wang Zhenliang handed the tray to Zhao Yizhi's desk, but felt it was inappropriate, so he put it on the wooden bench aside, keeping the distance slightly away from Zhao Yizhi, very carefully.
Zhao Yizhi silently tightened the Qilong Sword in his hand: "Three of the eight vassal territories have been recovered now. The remaining three kings in the north and the two kings of Sichuan, Shu and Xigui are usually loyal and are not in a hurry... You Say, is it time for me to rectify this Jianghu force?"
It's not that Zhao Yizhi has never encountered assassinations. From the first crappy Du Sanniang and Liu Mozi to later Hu Lishan, Wan Yanzong, and the Beggar Clan, he has encountered several dangers until last night. Zhao Yizhi felt more and more that the threat to his throne and even his life was not the vassal king, but the world.
If an unparalleled master really emerged, acted recklessly, and rushed into the palace single-handedly, wouldn't he be dead?
"Your Majesty, the forces of the rivers and lakes are now intertwined, and the trees have deep roots... How to rectify this..." Wang Zhenliang is worried about the humiliation of his ministers, and he is indeed considering Zhao Yizhi, but Daqi is now almost full of sects, and everyone is practicing martial arts. It’s just about the level of martial arts. How can this be rectified? We cannot imprison all the people in the world.
Zhao Yizhi was silent for a moment and said quietly: "If I want to hold a martial arts conference, is it feasible?"
"Martial arts...conference?" Wang Zhenliang was a little confused. He had never heard of this word.
The more Zhao Yizhi thought about it, the more he felt it was necessary. There were constant disputes in the world and there was no imperial court to govern. He only knew that the strong was respected. In that case, everyone would pursue the hegemony of force, and even if the vassal kings could not afford to fight, there would still be constant bloodshed in the world. His several assassinations in the capital were the best examples.
The best way is to hold a martial arts conference and let the court's law prevail over the martial arts in the world!
Zhao Yizhi made up his mind!
"It is planned that during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the imperial court will hold a martial arts conference in Xiashan Mountain to the west of the capital! All martial arts sects will be invited to participate. The winning martial arts sect will be designated by the imperial court as the supreme martial arts master to rule the rivers and lakes. Those who disobey orders will be killed without mercy. !”
Wang Zhenliang wrote them all down, and said with some embarrassment: "Your Majesty, there are more than a thousand martial arts sects in the world, how can we recruit them? And the winner is the martial arts supreme, and he can rule the world's martial arts. This..." Wang Zhenliang did not say the last part of the sentence, This has truly threatened the imperial power.
Zhao Yizhi grinned: "Manager Wang, has he forgotten Zhenyang Mountain? Who in the world can be better than Zhang Zongbai? Even if there is anyone who dares to challenge Zhang Zongbai, I will consider him a hero."
Wang Zhenliang suddenly realized that since the imperial court designated Taoism as the state religion, Zhenyang Mountain would naturally rise. Although Zhenyangshan is not the only sect that believes in Taoism in the world, does anyone dare to challenge Zhenyangshan and Zhang Zongbai? Although this martial arts tournament was held fairly, who else could be the final winner besides Zhang Zongbai?
Wang Zhenliang secretly admired Zhao Yizhi's exquisite skills, but he hesitated and said: "But if the court held the event with great fanfare, the Jianghu sects lacked interest..."
Zhao Yizhi folded his hands and counted: "Xiushanfang in Nanhuai, Confucius in Donglu, Wenxiangge, Beggar Gang in Chuxiang, Zhenyang Mountain... Invite all these big sects, those small sects are afraid I just want to come, but I can’t afford to participate, so don’t worry. These sects have many connections with Yi Xiaodao. If the imperial court holds a martial arts conference, I don’t believe they won’t come!”
"What's more, now that mysterious woman from Beiyi is fighting all the way from north to south, from west to east. People in the world are panicking. The imperial court is holding this conference to stabilize people's hearts. Go quickly."
Wang Zhenliang nodded repeatedly: "Old slave, let's do it now! Let's do it now!"
After Wang Zhenliang left, Zhao Yizhi had a thought in his mind, and the tray on the stool next to him floated up and floated in front of him. Staring at these insect corpses, a complicated light flashed in Zhao Yizhi's eyes...
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Nanhuai, Hangcheng, Xiushanfang.
"As early as in Beiyi, I heard that Nanhuai has beautiful scenery and many beauties. Now that I see it, it is true. They are all very beautiful. If these beauties were given to my soldiers in Beiyi, it would be unreasonable. Everyone will die? Hahahahaha." A mysterious woman dressed in black stood on the roof of Qunfang Building, the main hall of Xiufanfang, and laughed loudly, and her voice spread throughout the whole place.
Xiu Fanfang is built along the water by the West Lake. The sect is located half on water and half on land. On the water, large and small flower boats are connected together. The anchors of the boats sank at the bottom of the lake. They have not been able to anchor for many years. They have long been as if they were nailed. There are winds and waves, and people walking on the boat feel like they are walking on flat ground. The disciples of Xiu Fanfang are all women, and they add a touch of beauty to the West Lake.
The mysterious woman was teasing her so wantonly and without any cover-up at the Qunfang Tower. All the disciples of Xiushanfang heard about it and rushed to the Qunfang Tower, and everyone was filled with excitement.
"You are also a woman, but you treat women like goods, so you don't respect yourself!"
"Come down here! Not to mention you are an outsider in Qunfang Tower. Even our disciples have never been there. Who are you? You are so bold!"
"Beiyi fanzi, I don't know what the king of the Central Plains is like. When the master of the shop comes, you will look good!"
Xiu Shanfang focuses on medicine, while Ling Yue Pavilion practices martial arts. Since the merger, the two sects have learned from each other, and now they are proud of Nanhuai. All sects, big and small, are respectful, but now they meet a woman who claims to be from Northern Yi, and no one can swallow it. Don't take this tone.
"I just go to the doctor and ask for medicine all day long. I do needlework and red makeup. What's the use of just having a pretty face? Where is Li Hongying? Come out!" I think it was the Xiu Shanfang disciples downstairs who were talking so much that the Northern Yi people were so noisy. The woman was upset and immediately shouted angrily, wanting to call out Li Hongying.
"Come on, come on... Ahem, who is looking for my old lady?" A rickety figure came to Qunfang downstairs surrounded by a group of women: "I don't have good eyesight, may I ask who you are?"
The Beiyi woman looked at Li Hongying and frowned: "Are you Li Hongying? The first sect in Nanhuai, the master of Xiushanfang?"
"What's the first place? The master is not the master. A miserable old woman, with a group of poor girls, just learns some medical skills and earns a living..." Li Hongying shook her head gently, not caring about the false reputation of the master. care.
The Beiyi woman jumped down from the stairs and stood firmly in front of Li Hongying, looking up and down. This Li Hongying has a stooped figure and an old face, but her whole body exudes a medicinal fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed and comfortable.
"Meng Qianya, a native of Xiabei, has come to the Central Plains to seek advice on advanced martial arts. I hope Master Li will not hesitate to teach me." This Northern Yi woman named Meng Qianya learned the etiquette of the Central Plains and made a fist. After coming to the Central Plains, she still This is the first time to salute like this.
Li Hongying said with a smile: "That's right, that's right. In Central Plains etiquette, the left hand holds the right hand. That is to use force to make friends. The right hand holds the left hand, that is to fight to the death... I am a guest from afar, so please sit in the room, sit in the room..."
Meng Qianya's face turned red. Fortunately, the redness on her dark cheeks was not visible. Seeing Li Hongying being so polite, it was neither a matter of taking action nor not.
"Just sit down and forgive me. I'm a rough man who only knows fists and kicks. I don't know what weapons Master Li uses? Please give me some advice!" Meng Qianya decided to follow her lead and be polite before fighting.
Li Hongying waved her hands repeatedly: "Hey, why bother fighting and killing...Look at my body, it's good to be able to move~ I'm afraid I will disappoint the heroine this time~"
Meng Qianya was extremely angry: "You..."
"You want to fight...right? Come...ahem...ahem...I...ahem...I'll fight with you!"
The crowd separated again, and a middle-aged woman limped over with the support of two young women: "Don't bully me... cough... there is no one in Xiufanfang... give her a sword..." This person was talking It was Liu Zhiyun, instructing the disciples beside him.
Meng Qianya frowned and looked at the person coming: "Who are you? Can you still fight if you are so weak?"
The female disciple beside Liu Zhiyun did not dare to disobey Liu Zhiyun and threw the sword on her waist. Meng Qianya had just received the sword when Liu Zhiyun threw away the arms supported by the two women beside him, drew his sword and rushed towards Meng Qianya, raising his sword to strike.
Meng Qianya watched Liu Zhiyun rushing towards him and commented in her heart: "The moves are pretty good, but she is weak and weak. Not to mention her, any ordinary strong man from Beiyi can block this sword."
Meng Qianya raised her foot and kicked Liu Zhiyun's sword away. Unexpectedly, Liu Zhiyun turned around in the air and followed him with the scabbard in his other hand. A scabbard was thrown on Meng Qianya's face, causing a red streak. print.
"Cultivation... profound... cough cough cough... so what? I don't have enough experience in the world, and I just have no internal strength... ugh!"
Before Liu Zhiyun finished speaking, Meng Qianya stepped forward, grabbed her throat, pinched her whole body, and lifted her up.
"Master!" Xiu Shanfang's disciples exclaimed in unison, about to step forward.
Meng Qianya slammed Liu Zhiyun to the ground with all her strength, and then kicked her on the chest. The force was so strong that the stone bricks under Liu Zhiyun's body were all cracked, and the force knocked over all the Xiu Fanfang disciples who were surrounding her. Li Hongying also staggered and almost fell.
After Meng Qianya stepped on it, most of her anger was gone. Looking at everyone present, she suddenly felt regretful for no reason. Last time she killed the eldest disciple of Chen Jianmen, she didn't feel any guilt at all. Why did she feel like this this time? Feeling guilty?
"Farewell!" Meng Qianya was not good at words and didn't know what to do. She said hastily, turned around, used Qinggong, and left quickly.
Li Hongying walked tremblingly to Liu Zhiyun's side, pressing her hands on her chest. There was a faint red energy lingering in her hands, and she was constantly instilling it into Liu Zhiyun's body.
"Master! Master, you can't pass on your inner strength anymore...your body won't be able to bear it!" The female disciples on the side came up to dissuade him.
Li Hongying grinned, but this time her smile was a little labored: "It's been passed down for three years, so what's the harm in one more time..."
On the West Lake in the distance, several lotus flowers were swaying. A gust of wind blew, and two of the most beautiful lotus flowers fell on the lake...
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A few days later, there were rumors in the world that a mysterious woman raided Xiufan Square. The owner of the workshop, Li Hongying, and the deputy owner of the workshop, Liu Zhiyun, both died in the battle...
