Heaven rewards those who work hard: There is no bottleneck in my martial arts

Facing Bi Lingjun's inquiry, Zhao Hongming smiled and said nothing.

He had a thought, and the true meaning of Bu Lai surrounding him slowly dissipated. At the same time, he used the Formation Scripture to carve a layer of formation on his body - a small Mystic Formation.

This is an ancient magic circle that he accidentally saw in the ancient books of the Wang family. It can confuse the other party's perception.

It's just that this formation, after being improved by the Formation Dao Scripture, cannot last long and can only be dealt with temporarily.

Zhao Hongming got up from the bed, walked to the main seat of the tent and said, "Daoshou Bi, please sit down. I don't know why Daoshou Bi has traveled thousands of miles to get here?"

Bi Lingjun's beautiful eyes moved slightly, and he glanced up and down at Zhao Hongming, then walked directly to the main seat and sat down and said, "Originally, I came here to provide support, but now it seems that we don't need it anymore."

"Bi Daoshou is talking about Sect Master Haoran?" Zhao Hongming said with a slight smile: "That is indeed not necessary."

Bi Lingjun discovered that the leader of the Ming Cult had no injuries after the battle with the leader of the Haoran sect.

She mobilized the power of her soul to observe Zhao Hongming secretly, hoping to find out his details.

It turned out that Zhao Hongming seemed to be covered with a layer of fog and could not see clearly at all.

It made her feel that the Ming Cult leader in front of her was even more mysterious.

As the leader of the main sect, she knew how difficult it was for a martial artist to reach her level.

Talent and hard work are just the foundation.

What is more important are the resources for cultivation.

For a wealthy couple, wealth is the first priority, and this is no lie.

Without enough wish stones, heavenly materials and earthly treasures, without the help of famous teachers, and without supreme skills, it would be impossible for a martial artist to achieve this level.

Everything proves that the leader of the Ming Cult in front of him has a good background.

As for most of the martial arts forces in the world, she didn't know everything about them, but she could still get a rough idea. There was definitely no such number one person.

If possible, it would only be those ancient families that have been handed down since the collapse of Heavenly Dao.

Some of these aristocratic families have declined, some are still active in the world, but some are not well-known, but actually have a strong foundation.

The leader of the Ming Cult was obviously born into such a family, otherwise there would be no way to explain his unexpected emergence.

Facing such aristocratic families, sometimes even the rising martial arts powers like them have to take them seriously.

Bi Lingjun put away his thoughts and asked: "I don't know where Master Wei came from. What do you want to do by approaching King Wu and intervening in the Wei court this time?"

Her voice is like the ice and snow in winter, giving people an ethereal feeling, and her tone is calm and cold.

While speaking, Bi Lingjun looked directly at Zhao Hongming.

Her eyes were as cold as a lake and as deep as the night, full of wisdom and insight, as if she could see through the essence of everything.

Zhao Hongming did not avoid Bi Lingjun's gaze, and said in a slightly playful tone: "Bi Daoshang seems to be worried that I have other conspiracies?"

Bi Lingjun didn't expect Zhao Hongming to be so direct and even a little confident, which made her feel even more uneasy.

She was silent for a moment and said: "I share weal and woe with the Kingdom of Wei. It's difficult for a warrior like you, Master Wei, to be close to the royal family of the Kingdom of Wei. It's hard for me not to worry."

"Hahaha..." Zhao Hongming stood up, put his hands behind his back and said, "Bi Daoshou is worrying too much. It's not our turn to worry about such mundane things."

"Oh, what are you doing for that?" Bi Lingjun suddenly asked with a stern look in his eyes.

Her eyes were like the stars in the cold night, distant and deserted, and like sharp swords, piercing directly into people's hearts, making Zhao Hongming suddenly more stressed.

He tensed his heartstrings and said as calmly as possible: "Does Bi Daoshou know about the national destiny?"

"Know a thing or two."

"Now that martial arts is declining in the world, whether it will still exist in the future is another matter. National destiny may be the only way in the future, so we are just planning ahead."

Bi Lingjun's expression was startled, and then he was speechless.

She knew a little bit about the secrets of national destiny that might lead to immortality, but this illusory future was something that, except for the royal family, no martial arts force was deeply involved in.

At least it seems now that even if martial arts is in decline, it will take a long, long time before it truly declines.

Getting involved too early is not a wise thing to do.

Unless the national destiny has undergone great changes now.

Thinking that her "illness" was increasingly in need of national destiny to be suppressed, she couldn't help but think more about it.

After a while, she asked: "Do you want to seek immortality with the destiny of the country?"

"It seems Bi Daoshou knows a lot."

In addition to Emperor Jian'an, Zhao Hongming heard the secrets about the national destiny from the mouth of the second person again this time.

His eyes were calm, his lips opened and closed, and he turned around and said calmly: "However, if I want to tell Bi Daoshou that the national destiny is not actually about immortality, but a scam, how would Bi Daoshou feel?"

"What?" Bi Lingjun stood up suddenly, obviously frightened by the news revealed by Zhao Hongming.

If the longevity of the country is really a scam, then the purpose of the kings of the six kingdoms in establishing the six kingdoms is worth pondering.

Their attitude towards the royal family and the court may have to change.

It had to be said that Zhao Hongming's words did make her breathing slightly disordered.

Bi Lingjun lowered his voice and said, "Master Wei, are you serious about this?"

"That depends on whether Bi Daoshou believes it or not." Zhao Hongming said with a calm smile.

In fact, this was all the information he had obtained from the ancient tombs of Yin Ruins, and even he had only a partial understanding of it.

Now I just hope that such "explosive" news can scare Bi Lingjun.

Bi Lingjun glanced at Zhao Hongming's serious face and could not see any hint of lying.

When I think about the strength of the leader of the Ming Cult and the family behind him, lying seems a bit unnecessary, and it can also explain his motives.

But Bi Lingjun didn't believe it all at once.

While she was inclined to believe it, she still had a reserved attitude and was wary of the leader of the Ming Cult, and planned to seriously verify it later.

After a "frank" exchange, Bi Lingjun obviously already knew the information she wanted to know, and immediately expressed her resignation: "Thank you, Master Wei, for informing me."

"Please, Mr. Bi." Zhao Hongming watched the other party turn around and walk towards the tent door.

At this moment, his expression suddenly showed a trace of emotion.

I hadn't noticed it before, but now I saw it from this angle. In addition to his long legs, Bi Lingjun also had a great figure.

There was no trace of fat on her waist, as if it were a tightly drawn bow, ready to shoot a fatal arrow at any time.

And moving a little bit downward, you can see the buttocks standing proudly like a mountain peak, round and straight.

Every time she moves, her movements are like a carefully crafted melody that makes it impossible to look away.

Coupled with the corset, the amazing waist-to-hip ratio is shown, which makes people's blood rush.

Zhao Hongming heard that some martial artists practice special techniques that can keep the practitioner's appearance and body in the state they were in when they broke through the martial arts until death.

Bi Lingjun still looks like he is in his 30s or [-]s, and he obviously practices this type of martial arts.

Bi Lingjun walked to the door, suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at Zhao Hongming.Zhao Hongming said without blushing and without a beating heart: "What's the matter with Mr. Bi?"

Bi Lingjun pursed his lips and said, "I'm very curious as to why the leader of Wei chose the fifth prince of Wei as the entry point for the national destiny? As far as I know, this fifth prince is ordinary. When he was in Daliang, he was not favored by King Wei. Pay attention."

Zhao Hongming said: "It is precisely because the fifth prince is ordinary and has no complicated background that he appears pure, and we can do more of our own things here."

Bi Lingjun showed a rare smile and said: "Then you are wrong. Although King Wu's talent is average and his starting point is not high, in my opinion, his temperament is first-class. Among the many princes in the Wei Kingdom, no one can Compared to him, Master Wei will have to be more careful in the future."

Hearing this, Zhao Hongming's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't expect that he would have such a high status in Bi Lingjun's mind.

It's obvious that I didn't do anything with him, so I hid it very well.

It seems that from now on, we should be more cautious when dealing with this Zhengyi Sect Master.

"Farewell!"

Bi Lingjun's figure turned into a clear light and disappeared at the entrance of the tent.

After witnessing Bi Lingjun's departure, Zhao Hongming felt relieved, sweat poured down his forehead, and he felt indescribably tired.

Dealing with such a being is simply more tiring than fighting with the Haoran Sect Master.

Cen Xiu, who was standing by, saw Bi Lingjun leaving. He carefully walked to where Zhao Hongming's tent was, intending to learn more about it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the door of the tent, the tent door closed automatically, and a deep male voice came from inside.

"I'm tired. Let's talk about it tomorrow if General Cen has something to do."

Cen Xiu paused for a moment, then left neatly.

When he returned to his big tent, his mind changed.

Now that King Wu Zhao Hongming has such a "master" beside him, it is probably only a matter of time before he rises to prominence.

As a martial artist in the Wu Dan realm, his lifespan can reach about two hundred years, and he will definitely die behind Emperor Jian'an.

Then you need to make a plan in advance.

He should turn to King Wu Zhao Hongming and make plans in advance.

It just so happened that Jian'an Emperor Zhao Mixu also had this idea, so it would be better to just follow the trend.

I will take advantage of this period of time to take charge of the Eastern Army so that I can deal with it in the future.

Cen Xiu was not an indecisive person, so he quickly made his decision, stopped thinking about it, and went to bed to rest.

The east is fading.

There is a ruins in the wilderness.

If you carefully identify it from a distance, you can still vaguely see that this was once a village, but it completely declined for unknown reasons and lost all traces of human habitation.

Among the ruins stands a dilapidated thatched house.

Years of rain, dew, and wind have eroded its original appearance, making it look simple and dilapidated, and can only maintain the appearance of a basic house.

There was mud everywhere in the thatched house that could not be washed away. It penetrated deeply into every small hole and crevice, exuding an unpleasant smell.

The atmosphere in the room was equally gloomy. There were a few broken wooden chairs, and some thatch that had been ravaged many times was hung randomly on the damaged walls.

A frail man was leaning against the door, meditating, holding his hand on the old doorpost.

He is the leader of Haoran Sect.

The morning sun was rising in the distance, illuminating his haggard face, with a hint of panic and reluctance.

That thunder light was so powerful that he was unable to resist it.

If it weren't for his profound cultivation and strong physical body, he might have been struck to pieces by that thunder.

The opponent's strength and origin made him afraid.

But after being afraid, he felt deeply humiliated.

As the leader of the Haoran Sect, he was a powerful ninth-grade martial artist, but he was so depressed that he could adjust his breath and cultivate himself in such a building, all thanks to his gift.

This is the first time I have suffered such a defeat since I became a successful practitioner.

But now that the matter was over, no matter how much he complained, it was useless. He had to deal with the difficult things behind.

This time Haoran Sect lost two Wudan realm elders in one breath, and he was also injured as a result.

Not only will the Haoran Sect's strength be greatly reduced, but its prestige is also expected to be damaged.

I am afraid that there are many young people who will make plans for their Haoran Sect.

You must prepare a response with Li Mu in advance.

Sect Master Haoran slowly stood up and walked towards the direction of the rising sun, stepping into the void.

Zhao State, Handan City, Li Mansion.

"What? Say it again."

Li Mu, who was practicing in the backyard, suddenly received the news from Sect Leader Haoran, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The disciple standing in front of him was shocked by his aura and couldn't help but become nervous. He stumbled and said: "My Lord, Elder Li Zixu, has fallen. Even Sect Master Haoran has been seriously injured..."

Hearing the news, Li Mu couldn't help but take two steps back, almost losing his balance.

The subordinates standing behind him hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Li Mu came to his senses and pushed his subordinates away: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Who among the Wei army can stop the Haoran sect leader? Could it be that the ladies from the Wei Guozheng sect came all the way here?"

He said hurriedly at the door: "It's the leader of the Ming Cult. Our information is wrong."

"Are you kidding me again?"

"My lord, the news must be true. The top priority now is not to doubt whether the news is true or false, but to consider the next response. Now that the leader of the Haoran sect is injured, all our previous strategies have failed. Pang She and the others must I don’t want to miss this opportunity.”

As a counselor beside Li Mu, Shi Weishi spoke at a very fast speed in one breath.

Li Mu quickly calmed down and asked, "What do you think I should do?"

Shi Weishi suggested: "The matter has reached this point. No matter how many strategies are used, it is useless. The power is no longer on our side. In my opinion, Lord, you can just pretend to be sick at home and wait for the opportunity later."

Li Mu let out a long sigh and said, "This is the only way. You can make arrangements with the outside world. From today on, I will declare to the outside world that I am ill and thank the guests behind closed doors."

"Okay, I'll do it right now."

Ji Guofu, who was in the Li Mansion, soon learned the news that the leader of the Haoran clan was injured, and was shocked and speechless.

He just spread the news and wanted Zhao Hongming to cause trouble.

How could Sect Master Haoran be injured?

so fierce?

He was immersed in shock and could not speak for a long time. (End of chapter)