The thin sword in Guan Chenzi's hand was still curved. It had just been bent by Meng Qianya's punch. If Zhao Yizhi hadn't arrived in time and used this curved sword to fight against Meng Qianya's fist, the result could be imagined. Know.
The Qilong Sword was hanging in the air on Meng Qianya's back. Meng Qianya straightened up slightly and felt the presence of the sword's edge on her back. Obviously, this time Qilong Sword is closer than before.
"I am the daughter of Beiyi Khan Meng Mulie. If you want to kill me, you must think clearly about the consequences!" Although Meng Qianya was highly skilled in martial arts, she was very afraid of Zhao Yizhi's strange sword and hurriedly reported herself identity of.
Zhao Yizhi walked up to Guan Chenzi and saw Guan Chenzi looking lost at the bent sword in his hand. He asked with a smile: "Is this a gift from Master Zhang?"
Guan Chenzi nodded. When her master gave her this thin sword, she was not yet tall enough to use it. For so many years, I have relied on this sword as a companion when traveling around the world, but now that the sword has been bent like this, I can't help but feel a little disappointed, with a sad face, almost on the verge of tears.
Zhao Yizhi gently took the sword from Guan Chenzi's hand, thought to himself, and at the same time gently took up the sword, holding on to the bent place and slowly straightening it.
"!"
The people around were stunned, as a curved sword in Zhao Yizhi's hand seemed to be slowly being straightened by him.
"Your Majesty is so powerful..." Tong Weizi was dumbfounded. Guan Chenzi's sword is too thin and too narrow, so it cannot be ranked among the famous swords. However, in terms of hardness, it can be considered as a top-grade sword. How could it be straightened by the emperor like this?
Meng Qianya's eyes widened even more. As the initiator of the curved sword, she naturally knew how hard the sword was. With her punch, ordinary weapons would have shattered into several pieces, and he actually...
"Hmph...many of our Northern Yi warriors can do it!" Meng Qianyawu thought to herself.
After Zhao Yizhi "righted" the curved sword, he handed it to Guan Chenzi with both hands: "Try it."
Guan Chenzi took the sword and waved it twice. It was as sharp and smooth as ever. Guan Chenzi got closer and looked at the bends. They were as smooth as ever, with no trace of bends at all.
"How could it be..." Guan Chenzi touched it with his hand, but there was no unevenness.
"Humph, I am the emperor! How can such a small thing defeat me?" Zhao Yizhi proudly puffed up his slightly thin chest when he saw Guan Chenzi's surprised look.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
After Guan Chenzi confirmed that his sword was in good condition, he couldn't help hugging Zhao Yizhi and cheered. At this moment, she lost her usual reserve and took on the posture of a little daughter.
Zhao Yizhi was caught off guard by Guan Chenzi and was hugged. He was a little at a loss. It was neither right to hug him nor to push him away.
Meng Qianya stood aside, watching Zhao Yizhi being hugged by Guan Chenzi, feeling a little sour in her heart, and she couldn't tell what was going on.
After a while, Tong Weizi slowly walked behind Guan Chenzi and coughed twice. Only then did Guan Chenzi realize his impoliteness, and quickly let go of his hands, lowering his head and saying nothing.
Zhao Yizhi smiled casually, turned around and walked towards Meng Qianya. Meng Qianya was still restrained by the Qilong Sword behind him and did not dare to move.
"What? Your Majesty wants to avenge his little concubine?" Meng Qianya said sarcastically.
"Snapped!"
Zhao Yizhi raised his hand and slapped Meng Qianya loudly.
Meng Qianya was stunned, and so were the people around him. Even Fang Qianlong, who was lying on the ground unable to move, raised his head in surprise and looked at Zhao Yizhi in surprise.
So bold! If Meng Qianya gets angry because of this slap, who among the three people present can restrain her?
Tong Weizi and Guan Chenzi rushed over to deal with Meng Qianya's possible sudden attack, but were stopped by Zhao Yizhi with one hand.
"Although Daqi and Beiyi have a small friction, there has never been a war. Now you are killing several people in Daqi territory. How can Tangmen, Xiushanfang and other sects let it go? If the war continues, the people will not be able to survive. You Since she is the daughter of Beiyi Khan, she should know the seriousness of the matter! Or is it that Beiyi has long wanted to fight me Daqi?" Zhao Yizhi asked, staring at Meng Qianya with burning eyes.
Meng Qianya covered her face and glared at Zhao Yizhi, but she did not get angry in the end. As a martial arts practitioner, she didn't feel much pain from just a slap, not to mention that Zhao Yizhi was almost powerless to her. But in front of several people, he was slapped like this, which made him feel even more humiliated.
"If the Khan of Beiyi sent you to the Central Plains to assassinate me, then you can do it now. If not, I have no control over what you want to do. But if you commit murder again, Daqi will not tolerate you!" Zhao Yi The word "go" was already on her lips. Seeing that she was a woman after all, she stopped abruptly.
Meng Qianya felt extremely aggrieved. She never came to the Central Plains with the intention of killing anyone, she just wanted to compete with the Central Plains martial arts community. It was true that the eldest disciple of Chenjian Clan killed him out of anger; the old lady of Tang Clan was really careless and did not hold back; the two people from Xiushanfang clearly sought their own death, how could they all be blamed on themselves? ?
As for the others, as long as they admit defeat, they will keep it. But the people of the Central Plains never seem to know what it means to admit defeat. They have clearly lost, but they would rather die than surrender. People can't help but think of "beating them to submission"...
Meng Qianya looked at Zhao Yizhi's angry look. Although he was skilled in martial arts, he did not dare to talk back. She didn't understand the dispute between the two countries and the suffering of the people. She only knew that she liked to practice martial arts, and she would be happy if she found someone to compete with her. Not knowing that he had unknowingly caused such a big mess, he covered his face and remained silent.
Zhao Yizhi stretched out his hand to hold the Qilong Sword and took it off Meng Qianya's back: "You can do what you want." After saying that, he walked straight past her towards Fang Qianlong.
Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi followed quickly, being careful, fearing that Meng Qianya would suddenly get angry and hurt someone.
"Your Majesty..." Fang Qianlong forced a smile: "Mighty... mighty..."
"Have you been beaten into such a pig-headed shape? Stop laughing, it makes you look even more ugly when you smile. Just rest for a while. Two Taoist priests, please send Gang Leader Fang back to the capital." Zhao Yizhi comforted him. Fang Qianlong turned around and said to the two of them.
Guan Chenzi guessed what Zhao Yizhi wanted to do and was about to speak out to dissuade him. Suddenly he remembered what happened just now and stopped again. He just lowered his head and remained silent.
Seeing that Guan Chenzi was in trouble, Tong Weizi had no choice but to speak out: "Your Majesty, Xiashan Mountain is in chaos at the moment. With a body of ten thousand gold, it is better not to go. Let's discuss it after returning to Beijing. Even if you want to go, Your Majesty should be more... Just bring some soldiers and horses."
Zhao Yizhi shook his head: "The martial arts conference was started because of me. There is such a big mess now. If I don't go, I'm afraid there will be more and more disputes in the martial arts in the future. As for the soldiers and horses... I treat people with sincerity. After seeing you martial arts heroes, I think the martial arts world will not let me down."
"No need to say more, Gang Leader Fang's injury needs to be treated in time, I know it well." Tong Weizi also wanted to give advice, but was interrupted by Zhao Yizhi.
The two knew that Zhao Yizhi had made up his mind, and they couldn't say anything more. Together they helped Fang Qianlong up from the ground: "Your Majesty, be more careful."
Zhao Yizhi nodded with a smile and watched the three people leave.
It wasn't until the three of them disappeared into the darkness that Zhao Yizhi turned around, looked at Meng Qianya who was still standing there, walked over, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and handed it to her: "Go back to Beiyi early. , the Central Plains is much more chaotic than you think."
Meng Qianya took the handkerchief blankly, Zhao Yizhi said nothing more, blew a whistle, and the war horse not far away trotted over. Zhao Yizhi got on his horse and continued towards Xia Mountain.
Meng Qianya looked at the handkerchief in her hand, her eyes a little wandering, no one knew what she was thinking...
…
Above Xia Mountain.
Kong Cai's big brush stood on the ground, and he was sitting next to it, holding a book in his hand, looking content and at ease. Anyone who sees this scene will think that he is just reading a book in his spare time. The weapons around him were clashing with each other, fighting to the death, making his leisurely life particularly abrupt.
"If you don't learn etiquette, you can't stand!" As Kong Cai blurted out one sentence, six of the people who rushed around were immediately blown away. After falling to the ground, they were still alive, but their eyes were dull. , eyes dull.
"This old boy is done, isn't he?" The people around him complained, and for a while no one dared to step forward.
Most of Confucius' secret techniques are methods of repulsion and shock, but there are few techniques of injuring the enemy. No matter how much ink Kong Cai had, he would eventually run out. Now he was holding a scroll and reciting two mantras from time to time to intimidate everyone. In just a short time, hundreds of people were blown away by his true words and fell to the ground unable to fight anymore.
Kong Cai could still hold on, but the surrounding Confucian disciples were knocked to the ground one by one by these Jianghu people, and their number continued to decrease. Fortunately, most of these martial arts sects are respectable sects. They claim to be well-known and upright sects, and they have never killed anyone. Except for some who died from accidental injuries, not many Confucian disciples lost their lives.
"With so many people, there's no way to deal with him!" an elder of a small sect asked. He was the only one left in his sect. If he came again, the sect would be "annihilated."
"We don't understand this first-class writing, so we don't want to deal with these poor writers. It's so annoying!"
"He can kill one person with just one word. How many of us are there? Can there be more than the words on the book in his hand?"
Everyone was talking about it, but no one had a good idea.
"Nothing can be separated from his sect. Even if he is holding the Heavenly Book, he must be motivated by cultivation. Each sentence of his does not exceed ten words, just because he is afraid that too many words will be spoken in one mantra and his cultivation will be wasted. You all swarmed up. , How can he have such great cultivation to stand up to so many of you?" Lian Yunyin dodged Nafeng's stick, pulled back, and reminded everyone.
"That makes sense!" Everyone nodded and looked at each other. Finally, everyone gritted their teeth and rushed towards Kong Cai from all directions.
Kong Cai slowly turned over the page, but it could be seen from the thin sweat on his forehead that he was not as calm as he appeared on the surface. He was right by what Lian Yunyin said.
Kong Cai gritted his teeth and slowly recited: "Gong, lenient, trustworthy, sensitive, and merciful. Being respectful means not insulting, being lenient means winning people, being trustworthy means being able to do whatever you want, being sensitive means having merit, being merciful means being sufficient..."
"puff!"
Before he finished reciting a sentence, Kong Cai spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and the scroll rolled aside...
