Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 59
Quanzhen Sect was regarded as the state religion of Mongolia during Temujin's period, until Meng Ge succeeded to the throne, and gradually began to praise Tibetan Buddhism, and the status of Quanzhen Sect declined.

Even so, the influence among the Mongolian and Yuan nobles is still not trivial.

The head teacher of Quanzhen sect of this generation is Qi Zhicheng, who is the Taoist priest present.

Qi Zhicheng is over [-] years old and looks like he is only middle-aged, obviously he has achieved Taoism.

In his early years, he did not worship directly under the Quanzhen sect, but under Song Piyun, a disciple of Changchunzi Qiu Chuji.

During this period, because the Quanzhen sect helped the southern martial arts against the Mongolian and Yuan Southern Expeditions, they were later held accountable by the Mongolian and Yuan courts.

As a result, the Quanzhen Sect, which was very popular for a while, split, and the seven Quanzhen disciples had to leave Zhong Nanshan separately according to the order of the Yuan court.

Among them, Qiu Chuji created the Longmen School, Tan Chuduan created the Nanwu School, Liu Chuxuan created the Suishan School, and Hao Datong created the Huashan School.

This split has seriously damaged the vitality of the headquarters of Quanzhen Sect in Zhongnan Mountain. Although the teachings of Quanzhen Taoism have been widely spread and become a Taoist sect alongside Zhengyi in later generations, it has far-reaching influence, but it is undoubtedly a disaster in terms of martial arts.

After the split, most of the Quanzhen Sect, including its branches, are no longer martial arts sects. Only Huashan, founded by Hao Datong, has passed down its martial arts skills.

However, the Huashan School at this time has deviated from the purpose of Taoism and has become a completely layman martial arts school.

Speaking of the current head teacher of Quanzhen Sect, Qi Zhicheng, he does not currently represent a martial arts sect, but a Taoist leader, similar to Bhaspa's status in Tibetan Buddhism.

Although Qi Zhicheng's cultivation level is not low, he has never passed it on to his disciples, and he will not use force with others. This seems to be because of the agreement with Yuan Ting.

Qi Zhicheng bowed his hands to Fan Zhuoyuan from afar, with a kind smile on his face.

Fan Zhuoyuan nodded slightly, and looked at a black-clothed Taoist priest in dog skin sitting beside him. He was in his thirties, and he was looking at Fan Zhuoyuan curiously.

Fan Zhuoyuan thought this person was Qi Zhicheng's disciple, so he didn't pay much attention.

However, at this time Qi Zhicheng turned his head to the Taoist priest beside him and said, "Daoist Zhang, what do you think of this person?"

The Daoist Zhang in black said with a smile: "This person has the ambition of a dragon and a tiger, and the non-Yuan Lord can surrender."

Qi Zhicheng nodded slightly, and said again: "I heard that the Southern Martial Arts has started to prepare to attack him?"

Daoist Zhang nodded and said: "The poor Taoist has heard about it, it seems to be because of the act of destroying the sun."

"After the destruction of Japan, one hundred thousand soldiers from the Southern Dynasty would be allowed to surrender. Why would the southern martial arts be involved?"

"I don't know about that..."

The conversation between the two of them gathered their voices into bundles with internal force. Although the walls have ears, they are not afraid of being eavesdropped by others.

After Fan Zhuoyuan looked past them, he came to the rear, and saw a strong Mongolian man with his breasts exposed, eating and drinking.

This person is not weak in size, and his height may not be as good, but in the horizontal aspect, he is comparable to the sumo wrestlers of later generations, stocky and majestic.

The man glanced at himself, showing disdain, and raised his chin provocatively.

Fan Zhuoyuan didn't pay much attention to this person, his eyes glanced over him, and he saw a corner close to the throne that was not very noticeable, full of Semu people.

The left and right pupils of the people surrounded by them are of different colors, the left pupil is brown and the right pupil is green. They are dressed in white, lying on a seat, looking like a nobleman, and looking at him curiously.

Apart from being particularly handsome, this color-eyed man seemed to have no other characteristics, but his eyes always gave Fan Zhuo the feeling of being far away, very dangerous.

There was a table directly opposite this person, and the surrounding two feet was empty, only one person was sitting there eating and drinking, like a starved ghost reincarnated.

This person is a tutuo, with extremely strong muscles and bones, which can almost burst the clothes he is wearing on the outside.

Judging by his temperament, he should undoubtedly be a martial artist, but it is really eye-catching how there is such a character in the court.

That Tutuo seemed to sense Fan Zhuoyuan's gaze, and while munching on the pork leg on the plate, he raised his head to meet Fan Zhuoyuan's gaze.

This person has huge eyes but small pupils. They are typical three-white eyes, full of vigilance and vigilance.

Toutuo glared at Fan Zhuoyuan, but didn't care much, and continued to eat and drink like no one else was there.

Fan Zhuoyuan noticed that this person was located very close to the throne, and the surrounding area was very special, and that Semuren just now might be the guards who secretly protected the emperor, and his martial arts should not be weak.

Just at this time, the eunuch declared the name, and the emperor arrived.

All the ministers stood up and respected each other according to the etiquette, and Fan Zhuoyuan followed the crowd.

Kublai Khan ordered the officials to sit down and looked at Fan Zhuoyuan with great interest.

Fan Zhuoyuan took the initiative to toast a glass of wine.

After drinking it, Kublai Khan said with a smile: "Ministers of the court, Chinese and military all admire General Fan, and they will have a banquet later, or they will not return home drunk!"

"The minister will not refuse anyone who comes!"

After saying this and returning to the seat, people came here to toast and force wine one after another, and if they didn't drink every sip, it would be shameful, and there were many tricks.

Fan Zhuoyuan gave a lot of face, he did what he said, he never refused anyone who came, and his expression did not change until the glass was drained.

After a series of battles, dozens of people had engaged in wheel battles, and more than a dozen jars of wine had been cleared away from Fan Zhuoyuan's feet, but he was still calm and composed.

Xin Du hated the Southern Army the most, and among the generals who fought for wine, he was the one who yelled the loudest and made the most noise.

But at this moment, seeing Fan Zhuoyuan's aura rising, and seeing the person who was toasting with him grabbed by him and vomited all over his body, he was immediately afraid of his sea-like drinking capacity, and prepared to rub the soles of his feet with oil.

Unexpectedly, Fan Zhuoyuan had sharp eyes and quick hands, and before the Xindu people got out, Fan Zhuoyuan grabbed his arm with one hand and twisted it back forcibly. The force on the wrist was so painful that his entire arm was about to break.

Fan Zhuoyuan approached and said: "General Xindu! It seems that you and Fan have never clinked glasses, why are you leaving in such a hurry!"

Xin Dulian said: "I have just paid respects to General Fan with all of you, and General Fan really has a lot..."

"Haha, what a fart! I haven't drank it alone, what a toast! I just quenched my thirst and rinsed my mouth, now we two brothers need to make out and make out! Come on, I'll do it first, General Xindu, please do what you want!"

As he said that, he picked up the sea bowl, raised his head and poured it, and there was no drop left!

Xin Du looked at the sea bowl as big as his face, pretending it was a pound of bar.

There were those watching the excitement nearby who didn't think it was a big deal, so they came over with Zhihai bowls, stood in front of Xindu, and yelled in unison to persuade them to drink.

Xin Du was forced to take a bowl, he had already drank a lot, and after drinking this bowl, his eyes immediately stared at gold stars.

Fan Zhuoyuan gave a thumbs up, "General Mass! Come again!"

As he spoke, he downed another bowl, staring at Xin Du covetously, holding on to his shoulders without letting go, making others exclaim.

Xin Du was forced to drink another bowl. He had already drank a lot before, and now he looked at three servings of everything.

Fan Zhuoyuan grinned. His face was paralyzed and he couldn't control his muscles. When he smiled, it was really a hideous smile, rather ferocious.

"Okay! The last general admires, General Xin Du, let's go one more!"

Xin Du was stunned and said, "Are you still here? Almost..."

"I don't have three bowls, how can I say enough?! Come on! If you don't drink, you don't give face to a certain family! General Xindu won't be such a spoiler, so, who wants to drink with the general in the future?"

No matter whether Xin agrees or not, he held his neck with one hand and poured water into his mouth with the other hand. Before the water was finished, Xin leaned over and vomited on the ground, and rolled to the ground on the ground.

Fan Zhuoyuan took two steps back, shook his head, opened his tiger eyes, and looked at the others, and his heart trembled when he saw the people around him who came to toast.

He chuckled, "Why are there so many fewer people than before?"

The ones who stayed were all drunk with Fan Zhuoyuan and managed to survive. At this time, they all praised a lot, and ran back with oil on their feet.

Kublai Khan and all the generals were amazed, they did not expect Fan Zhuoyuan to drink so well, it seemed that it would be difficult for him to make a fool of himself on this occasion.

Fan Zhuoyuan sat back in his seat, tore up a salted duck, and devoured it hungrily. Seeing that there was no one toasting to him, he took the initiative to stand up with the wine jar in his arms, coming and going without being rude.

(End of this chapter)