Hua Wufeng stood up straight and his squinted old eyes widened slightly: "What if I don't allow it?"
Yi Xiaodao glanced at the Taiyi disciples around him. Hua Wufeng agreed and walked into Wuhen Hall first. Yi Xiaodao followed slowly in with his hands behind his back.
"Sit down." Things happened one after another, and Hua Wufeng lost his voice and said lightly.
Yi Xiaodao sat down nonchalantly, picked up the tea cup he just had and took a sip: "It's a little cold."
Hua Wufeng rolled his eyes: "I wonder why Wu Dinggong asked Xinglong to leave with you? Please give Taiyi an explanation."
Yi Xiaodao put down the tea cup: "It is well known that a woman from Beiyi has single-handedly taken on all the major sects in the world. Just now, Taiyi leader Hua Wufeng, also known as the second master praised by people in the world, let this woman go. Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, in full public view, the second master won’t want to deny it, right?"
"You dare to threaten me?" Hua Wufeng became so powerful that the charcoal fire in the stove dimmed a bit.
Yi Xiaodao was not afraid. If Wu Dinggong disappeared in Taiyi Mountain, Hua Wufeng wouldn't be able to explain it even if his whole body was covered with mouths.
Hua Wufeng really didn't dare to do anything to Yi Xiaodao. Seeing that his aura could not intimidate him, he secretly agreed in his heart and gradually put away his overbearing aura.
"Besides, does Second Master still remember what Daozhang Zhang told you?" Yi Xiaodao asked with a smile.
Hua Wufeng was stunned, not understanding what Yi Xiaodao meant.
"Second Master, did Taoist Zhang tell you not to do anything to this Beiyi woman? Also, you can go to the martial arts tournament or not, it all depends on what you want, Second Master?" Yi Xiaodao asked with a smile.
Hua Wufeng's eyes widened: "How did you know that?" If Yi Xiaodao was eavesdropping, he wouldn't believe it even if he were beaten to death. Not to mention Zhang Zongbai's profound Taoism, there is no way Yi Xiaodao can get close to him. It was me, who had rushed from Zhenyang Mountain Yugong back to Taiyi Peak in half a day. In the entire martial arts world, people with such speed could kill one of their hands, and Yi Xiaodao was definitely not one of them.
Yi Xiaodao said: "Second Master, there is no need to doubt, and I never eavesdropped. These are all my analysis and guesses."
"Analysis? Guess?" Hua Wufeng became more energetic. He wanted to know how this kid guessed the conversation content of one of the top figures in the world.
Yi Xiaodao said in a deep voice: "A woman from Northern Yi can sweep all the major sects in the Central Plains. From this, it can be seen that the current Northern Yi is no longer what it used to be. Of course, this woman is also neither rich nor noble, so she cannot be An ordinary commoner woman from Beiyi may even have some relationship with the Khan of Beiyi, but I don’t know for sure.”
"If you, the Second Master, or Zhang Daozhang capture this woman, the war will break out. Both the Beiyi and the imperial court will be offended. You know, the imperial court has just pacified Chu Xiang. Not to mention that the vitality is seriously injured, and it will start a war with the Beiyi again. , is also extremely difficult.”
Hua Wufeng was stunned. This boy actually talked about the same thing as Zhang Zongbai, except that he talked about it from a human perspective, while Zhang Zongbai talked about his illusory and obscure way of heaven.
"Is there more?" Hua Wufeng asked noncommittally.
Yi Xiaodao continued: "Of course, I don't think Taoist Zhang gave a very detailed explanation about the martial arts conference, because for him and you, the supreme martial arts is simply false. How many people are not convinced by the two of you? One? In fact, the purpose of the martial arts conference is not to elect a martial arts supreme, but to integrate the martial arts. The threat from the martial arts is too great."
Hua Wufeng looked at Yi Xiaodao with some doubts: "Your coming here...isn't it really the intention of the imperial court?"
Yi Xiaodao shrugged: "Your Majesty did not ask me to come to Taiyi, and the second master does not need to worry about what the court will do to Taiyi. After all, for the court, what is more worrying is that there are many and complex gangs, and a famous sect like Taiyi, The imperial court has many ways to win over him. Even if it’s Taoist Zhang who has no desires or desires, so what?”
Although Hua Wufeng didn't want to admit it, it was indeed the case. Most Jianghu sects were self-sufficient, and after Zhenyang Mountain was granted the imperial title, it received a lot of silver rewards every year. Even if a True Yang disciple has no desires or demands, he still needs to eat and drink. Although his Taiyi is a powerful sect in the martial arts world, if the imperial court intends to win over him, he will not be able to resist the temptation.
Yi Xiaodao stood up: "I've said all that needs to be said. It's up to the second master to decide whether to go to the martial arts conference or not. By the way, how is Senior Brother Bai's injury? Just follow me down the mountain after he recovers."
Hua Wufeng also stood up. He had to say that in front of this young man, apart from his martial arts, he had nothing to be proud of.
"Xinglong's injury is not serious, but...what do you want him to do with you?"
"I want to go to the north for a walk. I'm used to living in the south, and I also want to go to the north. What? Is the Second Master reluctant to part with his good apprentice?"
Hua Wufeng knew that this was the most information this boy could reveal, and if he asked again, he wouldn't tell it. Moreover, my brain is not half as good as this kid's, so it is impossible to play tricks with him.
"Okay, then let Xinglong go with you. He has entered this mountain gate and has never walked in the rivers and lakes. It would be good for him to gain experience with you." Hua Wufeng clasped his hands behind his back and slowly Walking out of the palace, he stepped into the increasingly fierce wind and snow: "There are talented people from generation to generation..."
"Second Master, think about the martial arts conference!" Yi Xiaodao shouted outside the palace. He didn't know if the older Hua Wufeng heard it in the wind and snow.
Yi Xiaodao walked to the side, picked up the big coat that had just fallen to the ground due to the fight, and put it on Bai Xinglong who was cross-legged on the ground. He stood aside, quietly waiting for the sword masters to heal his wounds. .
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Beijing.
The hot summer has finally passed, and fallen leaves have slowly begun to fall. Fallen leaves in Jinling City have fallen all over the streets. At this time, we also see busy servants sweeping the streets and collecting fallen leaves.
"How many have come?"
More than ten days have passed since Zhao Yizhi issued the edict, and there is only less than half a month left before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Now Zhao Yizhi has changed from the looseness he had at that time. In addition to dealing with political affairs and practicing "Royal God" every day, his most concerned thing is to ask how many martial arts sects come to the capital every day.
"Your Majesty, as of today, a total of forty-three large and small sects have come." Wang Zhenliang remembered it very clearly.
"Hey, there are so many. Have you settled down?" Zhao Yizhi nodded, quite satisfied with the number.
Wang Zhenliang replied: "Everything has been settled. Each sect has been arranged in various hotels and inns in the city. Everyone is in peace, and no one dares to cause trouble."
Zhao Yizhi was lying on the dragon chair: "I guess there are some sects that are a little further away and will arrive later. By the way, which sects are here?"
Wang Zhenliang had long expected that Zhao Yizhi would ask this question, and reported in detail: "Zhenyangshan, Beggar Clan, Wenxiangge, Confucius Sect, Tiandao Sect, Sumeng and other sects are all here. But..."
"Tangmen and Xiushanfang are not here?"
"Your Majesty, these two sects haven't arrived yet. It's just that Tang Sect is in a remote location. As for Xiu Shan Fang..."
Zhao Yizhi rubbed his brows. The owner of Xiufanfang, Li Hongying, and the deputy owner Liu Zhiyun were both dead. Now Xiufanfang was leaderless, and Zhao Yizhi didn’t know if they would come.
"Forget it, let them forget it. After all, everything happens for a reason. With Yi Xiaodao's sister Yi Xiaoling here, it doesn't matter whether they come or not."
When Wang Zhenliang saw Zhao Yizhi knitting his brows, he wisely retreated out of the door, not daring to disturb him any more.
Zhao Yizhi was sitting alone on the dragon chair. He felt that the pain between his eyebrows became more and more painful as he rubbed it, so he simply stopped and closed his eyes to rest.
"It's true that I can no longer use my spiritual sense. The more I use it, the more my head hurts. But every time I control objects, I feel much more comfortable. Have I strayed from practice again or have I reached the bottleneck of this chapter?"
Zhao Yizhi's soliloquy received no response, and he didn't expect Wang Zhenliang, who was waiting outside, to open the door and come in to explain it to him in detail. He had no choice but to endure the pain, pick up the Qilong Sword, and fly around the room over and over again. to relieve headaches.
A Qilong Sword has been circling and flying for a long time. Zhao Yizhi's headache did not relieve, but slowly seemed to become more severe.
Zhao Yizhi was a little upset due to the headache. He raised his hand and stretched out a few fingers, tapping them one by one. The inkstone, ink brush, jade seal and other objects all flew up, following Qilong Sword, in the imperial study room. Circling rapidly.
Soon, except for Zhao Yizhi's tables and chairs, all the other small objects in the room had flown into the sky. Zhao Yizhi's headache symptoms gradually eased and he felt much more comfortable.
"Huh!" Zhao Yizhi exhaled a long breath, looked at the small objects flying scattered on the ceiling, and secretly rejoiced: "Fortunately, he is an emperor and has his own study. Otherwise, where would this scene be? It can scare people to death.”
"Your Majesty, the Minister of Rites wants to see you!" Wang Zhenliang's voice sounded outside.
"Shang Shu of the Ministry of Rites? This guy is very impatient!" As soon as Zhao Yizhi finished speaking, there were faint signs of the door being pushed open.
A skinny little old man squeezed in through the crack in the door: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, these are the regulations for holding this martial arts conference. I would like to ask your Majesty to read them. This is the monetary expenditure of this conference calculated by your Majesty. Your Majesty, please Take a look. Also, here are the basic necessities, food, clothing, housing and transportation required for gang disciples from all over the world to live in hotels. According to each person per day..."
The little old man held a lot of folds and sent them to Zhao Yizhi's desk. Everything in the room had long been returned to its original place without any deviation. Only the brocade silk curtains were still slightly fluttering. Fortunately, he didn't care. .
"Ah, okay, let me take a look." Zhao Yizhi reached out and picked up the ink pen that had just been placed on the table, took the booklet and started reading.
"Welcome ministers are here to grind for Your Majesty." The little old man's name is Liao Chixin. As the Minister of Rites, he can also be regarded as a veteran of two dynasties. He was an upright and ancient man. He was recognized by the late emperor's wise eyes and promoted him to become the Minister of Rites. This is the second time he has done so. More than ten years. Three years ago, he was quite dissatisfied with Zhao Yizhi and cursed him as a "foolish king" in private. As Nanhuai, Chuxiang and other places were recovered one by one, he now became a die-hard "royalist".
"Ouch!" As soon as Liao Chixin picked up the inkstone, he yelled and threw the inkstone away as if he had been stung.
Wang Zhenliang hurried in from outside the door to check the situation. Zhao Yizhi was also a little confused: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay...it's okay. I'm old and useless. I can't even hold the inkstone securely. Your Majesty, please forgive me..." Liao Chixin hurriedly picked up the inkstone and put it on the desk.
Zhao Yizhi shook his head, corrected the memorial with a smile, and said: "Liao Aiqing, please don't say that. What I hate to hear most now is that I am old. How long the prosperity of Daqi will depend on the efforts of all my beloveds." , you are all the treasures left by the late emperor, you cannot retreat until I die."
"Take this martial arts competition as an example. If it weren't for the hard work of Liao Aiqing and the etiquette department, you could make so many detailed arrangements. I am afraid that by next year, I would have been ridiculed by the world before I finished it. Got it!" Zhao Yizhi read ten lines at a glance, corrected quickly, and did not miss any detail.
"Your Majesty, your words are serious, your words are serious..." Liao Chixin quickly stepped back and bowed repeatedly, feeling very moved in his heart.
"Okay, I won't bother Liao Aiqing. I won't be able to finish the corrections in a while. You just go back and wait. When I finish reading, just send someone to the Ministry of Rites."
Liao Chixin bowed repeatedly: "Your Majesty, take care of the dragon body. I retire, I retire."
Seeing that there was a false alarm, Wang Zhenliang also bowed and followed Liao Chixin out of the door.
Zhao Yizhi felt relieved when he saw the two people exiting. If Liao Chixin had seen these small objects flying around just now, he might have handed over a sacrifice to his ancestors tomorrow and recruited talented people and strangers to enter. Gong Qugui's memorial was placed on his desk.
Don't think too much and continue to correct the memorial with your head down.
No one noticed that the inkstone that Liao Chixin was holding just now had some arcs on it, flickering slightly...
