On Xuanwu Street in Luoyang.
This whole street is full of shops selling pictures of ladies, fans, pens, inks, paper and inkstones, etc.
There are groups of three or five on the street. At a glance, seven or eight out of ten are young scholars dressed as scholars, or there are also girls from official families. They roll up their sleeves and step lightly into one of the Four Treasures of the Study shops. among.
Today is obviously a grand event dedicated to scholars.
The youngest son of Master Zhu came to Luoyang.
Given Zhu Xi's status among the world's scholars and the literary world, how could his son's arrival in Luoyang not shock the Luoyang literary world?
Scholars from all over the state came one after another to meet the young master Zhu Yi.
Even many people from poor families looked up to him and wanted to see Mr. Zhu.
Without him, Zhu Yi was the son of a contemporary Neo-Confucian master. He later studied under Master Zhou Dunyi, another great Confucian scholar. He was influenced by the best poetry and calligraphy among Confucianists since he was a child, and he was born with good talent.
In addition, Zhu Yiben had amazing talents and academic qualifications, so his reputation spread far and wide throughout the world. He also had his own annotations on the "Book of Changes", the king of all classics, so that even some great Confucian scholars couldn't help but read it. I was impressed by his unique insights and felt overwhelmed.
These conditions add up.
As long as there are scholars in the world, Zhu Yi will be regarded as the most admired young scholar in his heart!
today.
However, Zhu Yi was visited by many scholars and scholars, but could not refuse them one by one, so he held a "poetry meeting" in the famous Tingxiang Pavilion on Xuanwu Street.
Poetry meeting.
Zhu Yi looked at the papers and poems in front of him, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head, approving in his heart.
"There are still some truly talented people in the Luoyang literary world. It's hard to choose the number one poet."
Behind him stood two stunningly beautiful women, his two confidants.
There was a girl in a red dress with a plump figure, skin as white as snow, and eyes like autumn water. She looked at Zhu Yi lovingly, and she had the air of a lady in the royal palace.
The other elf was cute but well-behaved, helping Zhu Yizai add incense and pour tea.
But at this time.
Suddenly, an old man broke into the poetry meeting eagerly.
"Sir, something happened!"
he shouted.
Immediately, other people in the poetry meeting turned to look at them:
"Isn't that Mr. Cheng from Mr. Zhu Yi's family? Why are you so panicked?"
Everyone was very surprised.
Master Zhu's family has always been very strict with his upbringing. Even an old man should be overwhelmed by the pressure of upbringing without changing his expression. But such an attitude obviously means that something big is going on.
When Zhu Yi heard the words, he raised his eyes slightly and his voice was as gentle as jade:
"What's up?"
His voice was slow and calm, as if he could remain calm no matter what happened, and he had a very high level of cultivation.
The old man approached and said in his ear:
"The young Taoist priest who guards the sword in Mr. Zhou's house came here, and he also brought the sword with him."
"oh?"
Zhu Yi's face showed a slight smile and said:
"Do you know your purpose?"
The old man replied:
"I don't know yet, but I should be here for the young master."
Ever since the old man broke in.
All the young scholars at the poetry meeting fell silent and looked at Zhu Yi curiously and carefully.
In addition, the two people did not shy away from speaking.
"The real person in the Yin Mansion of Zhou Mansion?"
"Thick-backed knife!"
"The young master guarding the thick-backed sword came to see Mr. Zhu with that sword?"
Immediately, the people in the poetry meeting who heard the news all started whispering in low voices, with surprise in their tone.
Those gathered here today are not all scholars, there are many young people who also have cultivation skills.
They are all disciples of a wealthy family. How could they not cultivate themselves and practice martial arts? Moreover, these people are all local young scholars in Luoyang. How could they not have heard of the recent thick-backed swords and "immortal-level martial arts" that caused a storm in Luoyang City? .
"Logically speaking, Mr. Zhu has the inheritance of Old Master Zhu and the inheritance of Zhou Daru. Why does he need to covet an immortal-level martial arts, but he still comes here. In fact, I can't figure it out."
At the poetry meeting, many young people were talking silently.
Zhu Yi smiled slowly and said:
"Since we have guests coming, why not go and greet them?"
Zhu Yi had already walked up from the desk, slightly cupped his hands to the others and said:
"I'm going out for a while. I'll excuse you for a moment."
With that said, he walked out the door.
And when he temporarily left his seat, everyone else could sit down.
In addition, the identity of the Taoist is not simple.
"It is said that Master Chen Xixiang, whom Zhou Fuyin enshrines as Master Keqing, is not very old, but veteran masters like Master Wang Chuyi of the Quanzhen Sect are no match for him."
"Not only that, it is said that even Duan Yulou of the Dali royal family was suppressed by this young real man and imprisoned in Luoyang Prison."
"Now he is taking the initiative?"
Everyone was shocked by Chen Xixiang's move.
That thick-backed knife would have been too late for someone else to guard it and not dare to leave.
This young Taoist actually took the initiative to take it out, and even came directly to see Mr. Zhu Yi, one of the three young masters gathered in Luoyang.
What's the purpose?
Everyone is curious.
Zhu Yi walked out of the poetry meeting and came to the street. From a distance, he saw the figure of a young Taoist walking slowly on the street.
Several dozen feet away.
Zhu Yi had already seen Chen Xixiang's appearance clearly.
This Taoist's complexion is like crystal, with fair skin, dark robes, and a tall figure.
"I can't actually tell the depth of his cultivation?"
An inexplicable color flashed in Zhu Yi's eyes.
With Zhu Yi's eyesight and knowledge, even if a human immortal master with peak innate abilities and perfect acupuncture points stood in front of him, it would be impossible for him not to leak any breath.
But Chen Xixiang walked towards him.
Unexpectedly, under his probing eyes, not even a breath was revealed. Even if Zhu Yi felt that he closed his eyes, he would not feel the presence of this Taoist at all.
"Mysterious! Powerful!"
This was Zhu Yi's first impression of Chen Xixiang, and he said to himself:
"This person is not simple. No wonder Wang Chuyi and Duan Yulou were defeated by him one after another."
Wang Chuyi and Duan Yulou are both peak masters at the level of Xiantian Grandmaster. Any one of them must have come from the holy land of martial arts and is not a cat or a dog, but they were defeated by Chen Xixiang on the same day, and they seemed to be defeated easily. .
This aspect shows that Chen Xixiang's strength has far exceeded that of the masters at the innate master level.
He has the strength to easily crush the masters of the same realm. His realm may be unknown, but his combat power is definitely comparable to that of a Grandmaster.
Zhu Yi can also do this.
Therefore, when he saw Chen Xixiang walking over step by step, his eyes remained calm.
Until Chen Xixiang came three feet closer.
Zhu Yi had a gentle and jade-like smile on his face:
"Your Excellency, are you Chen Xixiang?"
Chen Xixiang stood still.
Zhu Yi couldn't see through Chen Xixiang's cultivation, but Chen Xixiang could see Zhu Yi clearly.
From a distance, he could see the splendid writing spirit coming out of Zhu Yi. It was not much worse than the temperament of literary leaders such as Bao Zheng and Su Dongpo. What was missing was just the accumulation of time.
Yes.
He didn't need to ask any more questions to confirm the identity of the person in front of him, he just smiled lightly and said:
"Today I am here for one thing only."
Zhu Yi smiled back and said:
"Let me take a guess. Is the real person here here to persuade me not to participate in the fight for the thick-backed sword?"
This time he spoke.
Everyone else in the poetry gathering stared at the two of them, thinking in their hearts that it was indeed because of the knife.
Chen Xixiang hasn't spoken yet.
Zhu Yi then smiled and said:
"To be honest, Zhu Yi really wants to see the content of that immortal martial arts, but he also knows that because of this scripture, it has caused a lot of bloodshed in Luoyang City. This is really not what I want. In fact, It’s very simple to ask me not to get involved with that knife. I can provide two suggestions for you to choose.”
"One way, it is better for you to hand over the thick-backed knife to me for safekeeping. I can guarantee that after this knife is in my hands, no one will dare to snatch it away from me."
"The second one is also simple. If the real person can have the cultivation and strength to impress me, I should leave Luoyang."
This time he spoke.
Many people are surprised.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Yi actually came here for that Immortal Martial Arts Book.
He already has his own family's Thirteenth Level martial arts inheritance, "The Holy King's Qi Diagram" and another fairyland martial arts book, "Tai Chi Zhen Qi", so why would he want to compete for another immortal martial arts book?
However, Chen Xixiang said with a smile:
"I know that you want to break away from your father's influence and create your own classics and martial arts. If you want to do this, you must read hundreds of martial arts. This is indeed a good reason, but the two points you just mentioned, These are not the reasons for Pindao to come to you today..."
"Pindao came to see you today just to give you the next invitation."
Chen Xixiang finished speaking.
Wang Weiwei, who was following Chen Xixiang, immediately stepped forward and took out a red gold invitation.
"Um?"
Zhu Yi couldn't help but be slightly surprised after hearing this.
After he accepted the invitation, the first moment he saw it, his eyes couldn't help but change.
Immediately, he closed the invitation and chuckled:
"I didn't expect you, Master, to have such courage. You actually wanted to hold a 'Luoyang Sword Discussion' meeting in Luoyang that was similar to the 'Huashan Sword Discussion'. Did you know that even Wang Chongyang only invited some people from the martial arts world? That’s all, and in addition to me, people who have been in Luoyang City recently include the descendants of the Jin Kingdom’s Heavenly Demon and the descendants of the Mongolian Heavenly Demon.”
Many young people at the poetry meeting were shocked when they heard Zhu Yi tell the contents of Chen Xixiang's invitation:
"What?"
"You actually want to hold a second Huashan sword debate in Luoyang City?"
"Does he think he is Immortal Wang Chongyang?!"
"Not only that, even among the masters invited by Immortal Wang Chongyang back then, the most powerful ones were only the four innate masters Dongxie, Xidu, Nandi, and Beibei."
In that Huashan sword debate, the peak strength of many masters was just the grandmaster.
And this time.
Jin Jiuwu, Meng Zanglong, and Zhu Yi, none of them are the geniuses of the country, and none of them are young. Although their cultivation level is only that of a grandmaster, their combat power is comparable to that of a grandmaster. And if they add their respective With their profound inheritance, even if a great master fights against them, they may not be able to gain the upper hand.
If not, how could he defeat the invincible opponents of his generation and be called the genius of a country?
In a country with a population of tens of millions, young people from all the major holy places are being compared to each other. There is only one such person in a generation of young people. How can they compare with the evils and poisons back then.
Any one of the three people will be like Wang Chongyang in the future.
Back then, Wang Chongyang was playing the Four Innate Skills.
Today is equivalent to Chen Xixiang beating three young Wang Chongyang!
Chen Xixiang didn't express any reaction to Zhu Yi's words. His mood remained calm and he smiled lightly.
"I just hope you won't be absent then."
Zhu Yi looked at the address posted.
Seven days later.
Luoyang White Horse Temple.
Suddenly at this time.
A woman's voice, as cold as frost, rolled like waves from the air and shouted:
"Bold, you are worthy enough to imitate me, Master Quanzhen, and hold the Huashan Sword Forum again here in Luoyang!"
Accompanied by this female voice as sharp as a sword.
Everyone turned their heads to look.
"who?!"
"Master Quanzhen?"
"Are you from the Quanzhen Sect?"
Zhu Yi immediately turned his eyes in one direction, already looking at the five Taoists approaching.
Later, others also recognized these five people.
They all lost their voices.
"Masters Ma Yu, Master Sun Buer, Master Hao Datong, Master Tan Chuduan, and Master Liu Chuxuan of the Quanzhen Sect."
"The only five complete truths are Master Yuyang and Master Changchun."
Chen Xixiang knew who was talking long before anyone else noticed.
He turned around and looked at the five people walking toward him menacingly, and said to himself:
"It's still here."
He had already known that other members of the Quanzhen Sect had come to Luoyang, so he was not surprised when these people came to visit him.
Ma Yu, the five Quanzhen masters, originally went directly to Zhou Fu Yin's house to find someone, but after they went to the house, they heard that Chen Xixiang had left the house, so they immediately chased the poetry club.
Sun Buer, the only Kun Dao among the Quanzhen Seven Realms, had a violent temper and an old-fashioned character that was no weaker than Qiu Chuji. When he saw Chen Xixiang standing at the door of the poetry club, he immediately shouted again:
"You little thief, you are so cruel. You destroyed my nephew Zhijing and broke Yuyangzi's leg. Today, I will make you experience such pain!"
"Fu Er, wait a minute, let's make it clear first..."
Ma Yu spoke immediately before trying to stop him to ask the whole story clearly.
But Sun Buer, who was not far away from Chen Xixiang, shouted angrily.
"Don't stop me. I don't need to explain anything more clearly. Yu Yangzi's leg was broken by this person, so why should I say anything else!"
One word fell.
Kick!
Sun Buer only took a step forward, and his innate master's speed immediately came into play. He had already stepped dozens of feet away and drew out a three-foot strike!
Buzz~
Because Sun Buer's martial arts was the weakest among the seven Quanzhen disciples, Wang Chongyang specially gave his master's sword to Sun Buer.
This sword is no longer at the level of a divine weapon, but is contaminated with Wang Chongyang’s immortal energy!
A clang sounded.
Everyone in front of the Shilou who was dozens of feet away seemed to feel the strong murderous intent of thousands of troops charging towards them, like a vast ocean!
Seeing his wife Sun Buer, he rushed out.
"Not good!"
Ma Yu could not stop him in time and reacted very quickly:
"This junior from Qingcheng is extremely powerful. Even Yuyangzi was defeated by him. Buer went up alone and ended up..."
He was worried about Sun Buer's safety, and he sighed in his heart: "That's fine."
"Junior brothers, take action to capture him first!"
"Yes, Brother Headmaster!"
Following Ma Yu's order.
boom!
After the five Quanzhen people arrived, they stopped talking nonsense and took action at the same time!
Wow!
One after another stepped on their feet, their figures suddenly rose up, and the bluestone slabs on the street instantly shattered into pieces, surging up like waves of dust!
Hula~
Five figures appeared through the sky, dozens of feet away...
In an instant, he was in front of Chen Xixiang!
moment.
In front of the poetry club and on the street, everyone was shocked.
The five innate masters took action, and the momentum was astonishing!
laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh! laugh!
It was like five dragons appeared on the street, causing flying sand and rocks, swallowing clouds and mist, blasting air currents, and roaring in all directions like lightning!
But then!
boom!
But under a long roar, all this boundless energy was evaporated and scattered.
This long roar, like a dragon's roar, spread across the sky and the earth.
"Ah! My ears!"
"What a terrible howling!"
Even Zhu Yi was shocked by the power contained in this roar and turned his head.
When Chen Xixiang was motionless, he could not clearly see Chen Xixiang's depth, but with this long roar, he immediately noticed Chen Xixiang's power...it was so powerful and terrifying.
Many people covered their ears and looked at Chen Xixiang who spoke in horror.
The Taoist remains motionless:
"If Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi are here, you Quanzhen Seven Sons can set up the Tiangang Beidou Formation, which will make me feel more serious. With only the five of you, can you avenge Wang Chuyi?"
Chen Xixiang said indifferently and faced Sun Buer who was the first to kill.
Any fist seals are useless.
It was just an arm thrust out like lightning, fingers clenched, and a simple straight punch.
Instantly.
boom!
A terrifying air flow roared across, gathering into a column of air, condensing into the shape of a fist!
The next moment, Sun Buer's entire line of sight was occupied!
"not good!"
Sun Buer, who was the first to kill, immediately lost his voice.
"Can't force it!"
This punch.
Her mind was horrified, and she felt like the world was collapsing towards her.
Sun Buer instantly understood why the real Yuyang Wang Chuyi had his legs broken by this young Taoist!
However, she couldn't move even if she wanted to.
Because, under one punch, the boundless air flow was mediating and tearing her apart, and actually locked her in place!
She could only watch helplessly as this punch hit her like a giant pillar!
Vast! Strong!
