"Let's continue the book from the previous chapter, where we talked about Prince Yanqing's arrogance of power and proclaiming himself emperor!"
"Who is this Prince Yanqing?"
"He is the eldest son of the German Emperor of Dali. If nothing unexpected happened, he should have taken over the throne of Dali and become the lord of that country."
"However, fate played a trick on people. Yang Yizhen, a traitor in Dali, was in power. One day, he mutinied, leaving the prince of that country disfigured and his legs disabled."
"Prince Yanqing has great perseverance. Although he is physically disabled, he dare not forget the hatred of his country and his family. He entered Xixia with hatred and became the leader of the four evil people."
"After several years of ups and downs, the prince of Yanqing met the divine man again and entered the Nanshan Dojo, where no one knew about him and became the number one master in the world."
"As soon as he became a master, he felt great hatred in his heart. Prince Yanqing returned to Dali without stopping. Just when he encountered the traitor Yang Yizhen's rebellion, a big drama was staged in Dali City."
"If you want to talk about Prince Yanqing's day..."
The little kings gathered at the foot of Nanshan Mountain, and the storyteller on the high platform was talking about the story of Prince Yanqing. The conversation suddenly changed to the various generous salaries promised by Duan Zhengchun, the king of Dali Town South, which made everyone in the audience blush.
Duan Zhengchun, the king of Zhennan in Dali, urgently announced that he would be awarded nine titles to the world. He said bluntly that who could kill the prince of Yanqing would be granted a title in Dali and he would be given ten thousand taels of gold.
Ordinary people spend a lot of money in a year, so Duan Zhengchun promised 10,000 taels of gold, which is equivalent to 100,000 taels of silver.
There are many people in the world of rivers and lakes who are lickers of blood. What they want is nothing but fame and wealth. Millions of gold are only in front of their eyes. Who can turn a blind eye to the people in the world of rivers and lakes?
Prince Yanqing’s life is worth ten thousand gold!
Just this sentence made countless people around Nanshan ready to take action, let alone the whole world?
Everyone in the rivers and lakes was moved, and even in the temple, Zhao Xu was silent when he saw the urgent report in front of him.
"One man seizes the country..."
"One man seizes the country!"
"You can only acquire immortality by studying martial arts?"
"Daban, do you think a martial artist can really do something like this, reported by the King of Dali Zhennan urgently?"
Zhao Xu didn't think about food and tea. After a few days, he finally recovered from his low mood. Seeing the urgent report in front of him, and thinking about Wang Anshi's words before leaving, Zhao Xu's face showed several doubts and worries, and there was also a lot of yearning and curiosity in it.
Seeing the eunuch companion who had been with him for more than ten years, Zhao Xu asked slowly.
He does know that martial arts masters come and go, and he was curious about the secrets of martial arts when he was young.
However, the Song Dynasty had its own national conditions. It valued civility over martial arts, and sharing the world with the scholar-bureaucrats was an ancestral order. As an emperor, he learned the art of balancing and strategizing. If he was successful in martial arts, it would probably not be his turn to ascend to the Great Treasure.
"Guan Jia, if before that Guishan god came out, even if Taizu was resurrected or Bodhidharma was reincarnated, I don't believe that anyone in the world could accomplish such a one-man battle."
"But the god came to the world and established the world's martial arts in the mountains. He said that the three realms of acquired, innate, and master, may also have the martial arts of heaven and man."
"According to gods and men, I can be regarded as an innate sixth-level warrior. I dare not say that one person can charge a thousand troops, but if there are hundreds of soldiers, I am confident that even if I am defeated, I can come and go freely."
"The King of Zhennan in Dali said that when Yang Yizhen rebelled, there were about three thousand soldiers and horses in the city."
"I think that the Prince of Yanqing was just a little superior in martial arts. He killed hundreds of people and caused the army to panic. That's why he rushed into the formation alone."
"Officials don't need to worry. Manpower is exhausted. It seems that this one person taking over the country is just an exaggeration by the King of Zhennan."
The eunuch companion next to Zhao Xu softly comforted him. He could accompany Zhao Xu for more than ten years. This eunuch companion himself was quite powerful and knew how to watch people's emotions.
Only seeing Zhao Xu from the corner of his eye, this unknown eunuch knew what the officials were worried about.
Today Duan Yanqing can seize the country by one man, but if a grandmaster comes out in the future, won't the Song Dynasty also be taken over by one man?
"Can the big companion come and go with ease among hundreds of people?"
Zhao Xu listened to the words of the unknown eunuch next to him, with a bit of surprise in his eyes, as if he knew this eunuch companion next to him for the first time.
After pondering for a long time, Zhao Xu seemed to have made up his mind.
"Since Daban has such attainments in martial arts, and Dali has been on good terms with me, the Song Dynasty, for generations, why not let Daban go there this time?"
"The eldest companion can choose from ten good people in the palace. The king of Dali Zhennan has asked Jianghu for help. If the eldest companion goes, it can be regarded as an account to Dali."
Zhao Xu pondered for a moment and then spoke slowly.
Although this was his impromptu idea, the eunuch companion in front of him was his spy in the palace. Letting the unknown eunuch go to Dali can be regarded as helping him see that it is true that the master has conquered the country by himself.
The nameless eunuch listened to Zhao Xu's words, bowed his head and said yes. After slowly exiting the imperial study, his figure left like a ghost again.
Zhao Xu, who was in the imperial study, looked at the letter in his hand for a long time and then asked Xiao Huangmen to ask Xi Yu to read it.
Zhao Xu obviously knew that Xi Yu had limited knowledge of the affairs in the Shenren Dojo, but he never tired of hearing about it these days.
However, during repeated inquiries, Xi Yu could occasionally recall a few things that the yellow demon in the mountains had let slip.
At least Zhao Xu had previously learned from Xi Yu that the god in the mountain was suspected of raising a dragon!
Duan Zhengchun sent nine urgent reports to the world, and in the urgent report he promised high-ranking officials generous salaries. The warriors who had been gathering around Guishan one after another turned around and headed towards Dali.
Even among the martial arts warriors who were originally around Guishan, many of them took action upon hearing the news.
Learned martial arts and brought goods to the emperor's family.
People in the world of martial arts come and go with great strength, using the slogan of robbing the rich and giving to the poor, no one can say anything.
The weaker Jianghu people have to travel for food and accommodation. The wandering ranger sounds so free and easy, but don't forget that everyone has roots, and not all Jianghu people are orphans.
Seeing that fame and glory are just around the corner, even though they know that the masters are very powerful, there are only two masters in the world. Secondly, half of the world has heard the news, and all the people in the world want to give it a try. Fame and fortune.
The Nanshan Shenren Dojo has only been open for less than half a decade, but in this half a decade, even many innate warriors have appeared.
These innate warriors were a little restless and thought that their strength was quite good. They made bold statements and said that they were going to Dali to kill Yanqing and get ten thousand gold.
In addition to the ordinary martial arts warriors, there was one person in the mountain who had to move.
After Qiao Feng heard an urgent report from the nearby Beggar Clan disciples in Huo County, saying that his master Wang Jiantong was heading towards Dali, Qiao Feng went straight to Dali without any delay.
When Qiao Feng got the news on August 29th and went down the mountain, on August 30th, Abbot Xuanci and Wang Jiantong of Shaolin Temple diverted to Nanshan halfway.
Originally, the two of them were indeed heading towards Dali, but the news that Xiao Yuanshan was the second master in the adult world gradually spread in the world.
To others, the name Xiao Yuanshan was unfamiliar, but to Abbot Xuanci and Wang Jiantong, hearing the name Xiao Yuanshan made them silent for a while.
On the afternoon of August 30th, Abbot Xuanci and Wang Jiantong shook off the Shaolin and Beggar Clan followers and met at Xiaowangji.
The two of them gathered here, either listening to the storyteller on the stage talking about the events in Nanshan, or exploring Xiao Yuanshan's intelligence. After understanding the cause and effect, both Abbot Xuanci and Wang Jiantong's expressions changed inexplicably.
"These storytellers asked for information in person. Xiao Yuanshan was seen dozens of times in the mountains, and the descriptions are almost the same."
"Xiao Yuanshan in the mountain covered his face, obviously not wanting others to see his face."
"These storytellers will tell you that when Xiao Yuanshan in the mountain killed those thirty-six thieves, nine void palm prints appeared all over his body."
"The only person in the world who fits this description of martial arts is Shaolin's Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm!"
"Hide your face and use my Shaolin Thousand-Armed Tathagata Palm..."
Abbot Xuanci lowered his eyebrows and clasped his hands together, his face full of sadness for a moment. He was not stupid. After asking about the situation for half a day, Abbot Xuanci had already guessed where Xiao Yuanshan had been hiding in the past twenty years.
After hiding in Shaolin for twenty years, Abbot Xuanci thought that Xiao Yuanshan had probably found out that he was the eldest brother who took the lead back then.
"Did the things that I tried to block back then finally become a reality?"
When Wang Jiantong listened to Abbot Xuanci's words, his face also showed a bit of sadness.
After a moment, Wang Jiantong exclaimed again as if he thought of something.
"not good!"
"Qiao Feng also came to the Shenren Nanshan Dojo a few days ago, and Xiao Yuanshan became a master in the mountain. Have these two people already met?"
"Or is it that Qiao Feng knew about his life experience early on?"
After Wang Jiantong screamed, his expression was as mixed as oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar that had been spilled.
"Yes, yes!"
"Qiao Feng has killed quite a few Khitans over the years. How could he not know that Khitans have wolf heads tattooed on their chests?"
"Looking at the wolf head tattoo on his chest, Qiao Feng might have noticed it earlier!"
"I'm just talking about why Qiao Feng insisted on coming to the Shenren Dojo. I'm afraid he didn't recognize Xiao Yuanshan early in the morning. The two of them were looking for a chance to spend some time alone."
"Even if what I thought was wrong, if Xiao Yuanshan becomes a master, Qiao Feng must have met him with his temperament."
"If my son doesn't recognize me, how can I recognize my son?"
"Qiao Feng..."
Abbot Xuanci lowered his eyebrows and clasped his hands together with a sad expression, but Wang Jiantong's expression changed drastically at this moment and he screamed in surprise.
He was most aware of Qiao Feng's status in the Beggar Clan.
Not only everyone in the entire Beggar Clan admires him, but at least eight or nine out of ten people admire Qiao Feng.
Wang Jiantong knew that he could not prevent Qiao Feng from becoming the leader of the Beggar Clan, and he had always been worried about Qiao Feng's identity.
But at this moment, Wang Jiantong's ghosts were all over the place. If Qiao Feng knew his identity but hid it, then wouldn't his plot involve the entire beggar gang?
His father learned all the martial arts from the Central Plains in Shaolin, and his son became the leader of the Beggar Clan and commanded the martial arts.
After the words were spoken, whether it was Abbot Xuanci or Wang Jiantong, they could see the look of horror in each other's eyes as they looked at each other.
