Two years have passed and Tianxia City has become more and more lively.
Everyone knows that the former General Xuanwu, Yang Xiaoyun and Alliance Leader Yang, now have four major disciples under his command, all of whom are among the best.
Leader Yang also has two daughters, who are also top-notch beauties in the world. Many heroes and heroes yearn for them.
It is said that the four major disciples are secretly competing for these two daughters.
Things in the arena are always inevitable.
As the core of the Jianghu situation, Tianxia City is also the core of the storm. In recent years, Alliance Leader Yang has come forward to compile the three lists of heaven, earth and people, which almost include heroes from the entire world.
The list of heavenly names is divided into Jianghu old men and famous martial arts masters.
The list lists those black and white masters who have been famous for a long time.
The main people on the list are young people who are just starting out.
The three lists have made the world's muddy waters even more muddy.
Some people say this is Yang Xiaoyun's conspiracy and that he has ulterior motives.
But the world of martial arts is a vanity fair. If you don’t seek fame and fortune...then you will just die in the mountains. Why go out and wade in the muddy waters?
Is it really what it says in the storybooks in Jianghu? A sword, a jug of wine, an old horse and a harp. The drunken sky is used as a quilt, and the sober ground is used as a reed. Far away, there is a beautiful woman waiting in the boudoir for a long time. There is a flower that speaks words beside her, and a spoon in her bare hands? It's really a beautiful idea.
This way of living may not be seen for many years.
Most people, if they want to be free and unrestrained, will get ahead.
You have to prove your reputation and your martial arts.
The chaotic rivers and lakes, the noisy Tianxia City.
Almost no one noticed that there had always been a fortune-telling stall at the first military monument at the city gate, which had been there for two years.
In the past two years, the fortune-telling master has not made many fortune-tellings, but the number of people who have read them is by no means few.
This fortune teller is, of course, Feng Linyi himself.
Yang Xiaoyun, who is now in charge of the World Wuzong Hall, was transformed using the Turtle Immortal clone after Feng Linye typed out the character-changing text.
Except for certain times when the red candles are blowing out the lights, at other times, the turtle fairy does the work for him.
The same applies even to teaching disciples.
And he himself has been sitting at the gate of the city, waiting for his 'destined person'.
However, in the past two years, he has seen too many people and met many worthy talents, but he has never found the one who he believes can become a true martial arts legend.
Most are just ghouls begging for others' training, alms, and achievements.
Feng Linwen divided the people in the world into three levels based on their qualifications.
The first level is mediocrity.
This kind of people, even if they are given peerless martial arts to practice, they are still useless and their strength is very average.
If it is not easy to understand, please refer to the Seven Sons of Quanzhen.
The second level is talents.
If they find the right martial arts that matches them, they can make rapid progress and become a top-notch master in the world, with a legend of their own.
The same was true for Yang Xiaoyun in the past and the so-called four major disciples of Tianxia City now.
The third group is the 'destined person' who barely meets Feng Linwen's requirements. They must have unique creativity and be able to emerge from the ordinary to the extraordinary. Take Dugu Qiubai and Zhang Sanfeng in Mr. Jin’s martial arts system as a reference.
Of course, on top of this, there is the most rare talent.
This kind of people, as long as they are given the most basic principles, they can learn from the world to create the most powerful and most suitable martial arts, and then climb all the way up, and soon surpass everything, seizing all the sight and light. , becoming the most dazzling and irreplaceable existence.
If he encounters the last one, Feng Linwen is not sure whether he can bear it and not take it out of this small world.
But... this probability is rare.
What Feng Linwen said about "one in ten thousand" does not mean that there is not one in ten thousand people.
But among ten thousand similar small worlds, there is not a single person with such a talent.
The emergence of this kind of existence cannot be expected from the so-called providence and support of a small world, but a random and unfathomable 'chance'. If he comes, he will come. If he doesn’t come... no matter how the will of the world is accomplished, he will not come.
Feng Linwen didn't expect the last one, so he just divided people in the world into three types.
Of course, the last kind of people also exist in those worlds where more advanced extraordinary ways are derived.
It's just that...most of them die early.
Some were jealous of Heaven and suffered direct thunder.
Some were persecuted by god-level bosses who knew the past and present.
There are also some... who play themselves to death.
After all, cultivating immortals and practicing martial arts are different. The low-level world of martial arts and the high-level world of immortals are completely two different concepts.
The more advanced a civilization is, the more it pays attention to inheritance. It is nonsense to rely solely on talent.
This year’s autumn rain came later than before.
The sun was still shining brightly, but suddenly a cold wind blew, and rain fell from the sky that made people feel bone-chilling.
There is no publicity and hustle and bustle of rain in summer.
There is a feeling that comes with the wind and is scattered and sparse.
But even so, it's still very unpleasant.
Even the bustling gate of Tianxia City began to become sparsely crowded.
Feng Linwen was still sitting in the small tent he had set up. He took a sip of strong tea and squinted his eyes with a calm expression.
At this moment, in the rather hazy sight, a young man wearing a gray shirt appeared, holding a half-broken oil paper umbrella in his hand, and carrying two bags crossed behind him, which looked a little funny.
He has dark eyes, slender and slender, a big nose, a bit small mouth, a bit too wide forehead, and a bit boyish white.
The whole person does not look that energetic, just like many ordinary teenagers, not amazing in appearance, ordinary.
But Feng Linwen noticed him.
When you open your heavenly eyes, what you see is just the luck status of ordinary people.
But Feng Linwen instinctively felt that he was not simple.
At least...he didn't look at the military tablet.
After sitting at the gate of the city for two years, Feng Linwen had seen at least hundreds of thousands of people.
Everyone who comes to Tianxia City, no matter old or young, will stand in front of the Wu Monument and even copy it.
What's more, they will come to observe the monument at a fixed time and at different times and directions, trying to find out if there is any hidden mystery in it.
Hmm... Feng Linwen did indeed hide some private goods among the seventy-two military monuments.
But... that's not how it was interpreted.
But this young man is very strange. He has clearly seen the Wu tablet, and it seems that he should be able to read it.
Because Feng Linwen recognized the other party by lip-reading, he casually recited some poems about autumn rain, and there was some playful playfulness hidden in them. He read several poems in series, but it had a special charm. . This is not a skill that can be obtained by listening to it from other places.
Of course, even if you don’t know the characters, you can still read the Wu Monument.
Following the principle of appropriation, Feng Linwen hid certain martial arts in the text itself in the martial arts stele. Just like a chivalrous man carving on stone, martial arts has nothing to do with words, and is based on the shape of words.
However, this young man did not look at the Wu Monument, not intentionally.
His eyes passed over it many times, but he didn't stop for much.
This aroused Feng Lin's curiosity.
"Young man! Hey! Young man! Look here!" Feng Linwen sat in the tent and greeted the young man holding a torn paper umbrella outside.
