To the east of Bianjing is Jingdong East Road, one of the 25 administrative districts of Qingguo. The agencies under its jurisdiction are divided into: one government, two prisons, three armies, fifteen states, and eighty-one counties.
In Qingzhou Mansion, the head of the fifteen states, the son of a rebellious official appeared more than once and attracted a large number of Jianghu people to gather; this made several bureaucrats somewhat unable to sit still.
In Qingzhou Mansion, several officials were sitting high in the assembly hall.
Among them, the three Feipao are the most conspicuous; they are Xu Liang, the governor, Lu You, the state pastor, and Wang Chongli, the military governor and state affairs officer. Below the three parents who are in power in one state, there are also officials such as general judges, transfer envoys, county government officials, etc.
This group of scheming powerful ministers can be made to share the same hatred; it is estimated that only Zhao Zhengli, the surviving son of the rebellious minister, can be made.
The bureaucrats were discussing how to handle the matter. Although the imperial court had issued a decree, it was only verbal and did not take action. People in the imperial court were not as casual as the Jianghu people. They would risk dismissal from office if they made decisions without instructions. The risk is that if a state is not managed well and a major incident occurs, not only will it be punished, but it may also cost your life.
Therefore, how to deal with the rebellious minister's remaining son has become a thorny issue.
The most concerned about this matter was Wang Chongli, who knew the affairs of the military state. He was worried that he had no excuse to share the worries of his master. Now that the rebellious minister's son had destroyed the Wang family's backyard, it was natural and justified.
The main purpose of holding a banquet to get to know the young generation of Jianghu was also to inquire about this matter. Although it ended up ruining the backyard, it was a good thing for Wang Chongli to kill two birds with one stone! '
For this reason, he used a large number of Xiang troops to arrest the rebellious minister's son in Qingzhou.
He also contacted Zizhou, Mizhou, and Weizhou, which are close to Qingzhou. The three prefectural and county magistrates' offices where the surviving sons of the rebellious ministers might have fled were contacted for assistance.
However, while the entire Jingdong East Road bureaucrats were nervous, only the border army still ignored the matter, let alone the group of civil servants and officials.
First, there are military generals who have always acted wrongly against civilian officials. Second, they only listen to the emperor's orders.
At the junction of Qingzhou and Weizhou, in the teahouse on the post road, people were sitting around the table in twos and threes, talking loudly, from the imperial court to the rivers and lakes, no one was incompetent.
In recent days, the "Hongmen Banquet" held at the Qingzhou Magistrate's Mansion has become a source of endless conversation in the tea room.
Among them, those who participated in the foreign arena were the most dissatisfied, with resentment, hostility, and excitement on the sidelines.
The loudest people in the teahouse belong to the table in the middle of the table, where the quacks with swords and sabers are talking about drinking and eating meat.
"It's all in the nest. If I encounter those ignorant young people from a foreign country, no matter what their status and family background are, their blood will be spilled on the spot."
"They are all masters. Let's not talk about whether you can win the fight. But do you know what the consequences will be?"
"The two countries are fighting against each other, just in time to recover the sixteen states of Yanyun!"
"Hmph! With your mouth relying on two skins, you can speak effortlessly. By then, it won't be the whole world that suffers!"
The two chatted endlessly, and another lone knight picked up the conversation.
"What you two brothers said makes sense. From what I've seen, the rebellious minister's son is also from the Qing Kingdom. It's okay to deal with it behind closed doors. It's unjustifiable to let people from other countries get involved."
"Besides, besides being born into the wrong mother, the son of the rebellious minister never did anything harmful to the world. Instead, he helped the court stabilize the power of Shu. He became even more famous when he came out of the world. I heard that he entered the Black Lu Temple not long ago. There is a fortune that can shake up the world and the temple, and it is strange to say that he was identified as the son of a rebellious minister just after he left the Wulu Temple, and the secret is not something you and I can see clearly!"
"Who says otherwise? I heard that when he first entered the world, he fought against the great master of the Nanzhao Puppet Realm in Shu. On the way to the capital, he even scared away the Tubo Imperial Master and others. What a pity for such a young talent!"
"Haha! Young talent? Then why is he missing now?"
A light and disdainful laugh came from outside the tea shed. Everyone heard the sound and went away. Three strong men in Khitan costumes came towards them. The leading man crossed his narrow-sleeved silk shirt and wore a futou. His face, which could not be called handsome, was filled with incomparable confidence, which added to his confidence. There was a lot of dust coming out.
Two strong men in the back were wearing Khitan scimitars, and one of them was carrying a large halberd wrapped in cotton.
The sudden intrusion of three Khitan people caused the atmosphere in the teahouse to drop rapidly, and there was a faint sense of hostility and rejection.
The owner of the tea shed was an old man in his eighties. He saw the situation and swept around a group of people in the local arena. He was so good at shouting and drinking that he didn't even dare to let out a fart when something happened.
Although it is an unwritten rule for Jianghu people to travel around the world, they will always dress up and follow the local customs to hide their identity. It is really strange for these three Khitans to be so blatant.
"Khitan barbarians dare to come to Qing to cause trouble!"
The Jianghu man who had earlier teased the Qing people for being so arrogant and wanted to make the Khitan people's blood splatter on the spot raised his hand and smacked him away. The Grandmaster's true energy was domineering.
Facing the sudden thunderous palm, the Khitan young man only relied on his deep eyes, and the power of the palm collapsed invisibly a few inches away from him.
Everyone was stunned, one look could actually shatter the master's palm power?
Those who are knowledgeable in the world will understand that the Khitan young man has just released his true energy, but he can practice it to the point where he can move his inner energy at will. He is no longer an ordinary person. The man himself was even more shocked.
Immediately, the Khitan young man took a step forward and said, "It is not polite to come and not go back." A burst of true energy came out from the soles of his feet and hit the man in the world. The latter noticed it and had just roughly tested him to gain the upper hand. He did not dare to trust him Big, stomping on the ground with one foot, sending out eight points of strength to attack.
Bang!
The two strands of true energy collided, and the latter collapsed instantly like an egg hitting a stone. The man and the table were thrown away, and hit hard on the wooden pillars of the tea shed. The whole tea shed shook, and everyone was shocked and silent. Only the old man at the tea stall complained: "Gentlemen, the old man and his family rely on the small stall to make a living, so you have to show mercy and show mercy!"
Everyone is afraid that a single step can knock away the powerful master. Could this Khitan be an old monster with an immortal face? If it were his true age, I'm afraid the Khitan Shuanglongs would be nothing more than that, right?
The three masters and servants didn't care. They chose an empty table and sat down, casually ordering some crude tea and snacks.
After witnessing the scene just now, even if the old man still resisted and hated the Khitans in his heart, he had no choice but to serve them seriously at this moment.
Just when the atmosphere in the teahouse was extremely quiet and tense, a thin young man with an average appearance quietly arrived with a red tasseled gun on his back. Everyone looked at this person. His eyes were fixed on the three young Khitan people wearing futou, with a slightly upturned moustache. : "Your Majesty, you are very leisurely."
The Khitan young man glanced sideways at the visitor, picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Why, Zhang Zhuangshi didn't go to solve the prince's problems, and killed your former friend who was the rebellious minister's son, why did you come here to have fun with me, a foreigner?"
He was not angry even in the face of the semi-sarcastic words. He stroked his mustache and said calmly: "Zhang Ziya dared to ask the Khitan twin dragons Yeluhe for a shot!"
Everyone in the tea shed was surprised. That Khitan young man was really the son of Yelu Xiao, the Khitan Shuanglong? The Jianghu man who was knocked away earlier finally feels more balanced now.
Everyone curiously looked at the thin young man who carried the red tassel gun again. After thinking for a long time, they remembered that there was a young man named Zhang Ziya who followed the rebellious minister's son to the capital. He also caused some trouble in the capital at that time. However, it was later rumored that he had defected to the prince, and there was no mention of him anymore. information.
Yeluhe was slightly surprised, but he soon seemed to understand: "Are you going to test the sword for the rebellious minister's son? Or explore the way for your prince?"
Zhang Ziya did not answer directly. He took off the red tassel gun from his back and wiped it carefully with his gorgeous silk shirt: "Zhang is a Jianghu man. Regardless of the court affairs, the prince paid a high price to invite me to be his guest. I am willing to give birth to the prince." Even though I still have the responsibilities of being a guest, my status as a Jianghu person has been restored, and Jianghu people naturally only pursue cultivation."
Yeluhe raised his eyes and said, "Listen to Your Excellency and ask for a simple discussion?"
Zhang Ziya smiled slightly: "Is there any difference? Isn't it that you came here in a high profile just to meet a reckless man like Zhang who would block your way?"
The Khitan young man did not explain or refute. He just smiled brightly, drank the tea in one gulp, and stood up slowly. The two people behind him hurriedly handed over the big halberd. He shook his hand slightly: "The world of Qingguo is indeed better than that of Khitan." It’s so much more fun!”
Then he glanced at the thin man with a mustache and a brocade robe: "It's just that you may not have a good chance of winning!"
The tea shed, which was as quiet as mosquitoes, fell silent for a moment.
"Just ask and you'll know with one shot!"
Zhang Ziya fluttered his gorgeous brocade robe and walked out of the tea shed with a red tassel gun in one hand. Yeluhe followed behind with a halberd. When the rest of the world saw the two of them walking out of the tea shed, the rest of the people rushed out and talked endlessly.
The border between Qingzhou and Weizhou passes through Mi River, also known as Mi River. This river leads directly to the North Sea. Therefore, there are countless fish merchants and cargo ships, and there is a constant flow of guests on the post road.
Crowds of all colors saw two young men armed with long weapons confronting each other on the teahouse post road lawn from a distance. Pedestrians took the initiative to get out of the way, leaving enough space for the two protagonists to display their skills.
Except for the insiders in the tea shack, other passers-by were not too surprised. They were accustomed to encountering rivers and lakes duels and martial arts battles, eight out of ten times in three to five days.
Even so, people still don't like to join in the fun. They unload their poles and baskets, stop their donkeys and carriages, burn a puff of dry smoke, or find a clean stone slab to sit down and watch the so-called Jianghu people fighting.
The spring sunshine was faintly warm. Yelu Xiao shook his hands and opened the brocade cloth wrapping the halberd. Zhang Ziya also stood up with a gun to confront him.
The spring sun shone extremely dazzlingly on the two long weapons. When the post road lawn in front of the tea shed set off two waves of solemn energy, the unsuspecting onlookers were moved for the first time. Surprising expectations flashed through their minds, and they secretly thought in their hearts, this is It's like a duel between rivers and lakes.
Bang!
In an instant, the two people, who were obviously several meters apart, waved their weapons in their hands and rolled up two waves of air. They collided with each other like thunder and exploded, creating a dent in the flat ground.
Before everyone had time to scream, they saw two figures fighting together like ghosts. With the naked eye, they could only see the afterimages. The red-tasseled spears and the big halberds collided with each other countless times, and the zhenqi splashing everywhere was more like thunder. , falling to the ground with a loud bang, leaving pits of varying sizes and depths.
Only then did the onlookers realize that these two young men were genuine Taoist practitioners, not other half-hearted practitioners who only knew a few punches and kicks. After they realized what they were doing, they all feared to stay away, for fear that they would be punched through by a burst of Qi.
The crowd of onlookers dispersed in panic, and the fight between the two men became more and more fierce, with spears, halberds, infuriating energy and sparks flying.
The true energy is billowing, and the tea shed is like a lonely boat in the sea, swaying endlessly.
The two of them had passed a few moves. Yeluhe, who was holding a halberd in one hand, suddenly stopped back, shook the big hand holding the halberd, and said lightly: "Now I am sure, you have no chance of winning!"
As he said it, his momentum surged, and the halberd struck down with force, and a halberd of true energy that was tens of meters high hit the air.
Zhang Ziya's eyes widened in anger. The eight-point force attack he just made was actually his test.
He had expected that there would be a gap between the two, but he never imagined that the gap would be so huge. Just from this halberd, only a pervert like Zhao Zhengli among the young people of Qing could resist.
Zhang Ziya had no choice but to hold the gun with both hands against the air and wave all his true energy, then ducked and retreated.
However, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be no way to avoid the halberd, and it was heading straight towards him no matter how hard he tried to dodge.
Zhang Ziya's mustache twitched slightly, and for the first time he showed a sense of defeat: "Have you realized the Taoist charm of the Grand Master Realm?"
If the transformation of the true energy in the Grand Master Realm is overbearing, then the Law and Dao Yun in the Grand Master Realm is to inject a wisp of soul into that arrogant True Qi, which can induce the same profound meaning in the Dao for one's own use, and the more thoroughly one understands, the more it resonates with the Dao. The stronger you become, the great master cuts off heads from thousands of miles away, walks on the wind and stops in the air, which is a thorough grasp of the laws of the great road.
Although the master can transform his true energy into form, in the eyes of the grand master, his moves are still blunt and brutal, lacking "spiritual power".
This is also the reason why Zhang Ziya suddenly lost his confidence. When he was at the end of his rope, he raised his gun with both hands and used his whole body's energy to resist the big halberd with the charm of law.
boom!
To everyone's surprise, and to the expectations of the two parties involved, Zhang Ziya's arms were in pain, and his legs were smashed into the post road's rammed earth by an irresistible strong wind for more than ten inches. His gorgeous brocade robe was even torn apart by the shock, and he held the red tassel gun tightly. The tiger's mouth was cracked and bleeding.
Zhang Ziya had a mouthful of blood that reached his throat but could not be spurted out, and eventually got stuck in his chest. He only felt dizzy, and his chest felt tight.
"Zhang Zhuangshi has great eyesight! Do you believe me now that you have no chance of winning?"
Yeluhe was very satisfied with his well-timed blow. The accumulation of blood in his heart would naturally pose a greater risk of injury. If he wanted to force himself out of the body, no one would be lucky enough to hit the acupuncture point. He could only rely on himself, and he could only give himself another punch or palm. , even if it finally spurted out, it would already be a seriously injured body.
Of course, when the true energy is strong and strong, it is another matter to force it out by tapping the acupuncture points yourself.
Zhang Ziya, who was in tattered clothes, struggled to pull out his feet that were stuck in the rammed earth, and smiled bitterly: "Then let Zhang use the last shot, even if he dies, there will be no regrets!"
Yeluhe's pupils shrank, and he straightened the head on his head for no reason.
The badly damaged Zhang Ziya inserted the red tassel spear into the ground with both hands and let it stand in front of him. He tapped the acupoints on his chest and arms from light to heavy with his hands. The clear sky of the post road was immediately topped by dark clouds, with Zhang Ziya's red tassel spear as the center. Tornado.
The spectators around the post road were stunned and stunned.
Yeluhe showed shock for the first time: "What kind of move is this?"
The entourage behind him quickly reminded: "Master, don't let him succeed, strike first!"
Yeluhe reacted and immediately held the big halberd in one hand, without concealing his murderous intent, and rushed straight towards the center of the tornado at such a fast speed that afterimages were formed into pieces.
Zhang Ziya raised his head and glanced at the red tassel gun that had been gathered into half. There was still half of the gun shaft in the shadow below. If it were formed, it would be several feet high, and the real red tassel gun would be wrapped in it. The red tassels of the two guns swayed in sync, even if only half of it was , there is also a sky-breaking trend.
Zhang Ziya held the gun body, and the zhenqi spear in the void moved accordingly. At this moment, Zhang Ziya was like an immortal holding a magic weapon, and the tattered cloth strips fluttering around him looked very charming.
Clang!
Just as he was about to take the initiative to attack the last half of the gun, a long purple sword cut through the void and inserted itself between the two of them.
The purple air is steaming and the cold light is harsh.
"Let me try it!"
The voice seemed to come from the end of the world, very calm, very young, and very nice!
