The Immortal Taoist Priest in the Martial Arts World

Chapter 187 Swordsman

After more than 100 years, Xu Xuan returned to Lishan again.

Lishan Mountain is still exactly the same as before, and even the location of the Iron Bamboo Forest has not changed.

There are some more decorations and inscriptions around the tomb.

Xu Xuan walked along the road, and everyone followed him without saying a word.

They are mortals and cannot understand what it is like to be separated by more than 100 years. For them, ten years is a long time, and four to fifty years can be said to be a time of great changes.

After a long time, Xu Xuan spoke to them.

"Cong Wu, you did a good job, just like your grandfather."

"That's right. The civil and military officials are all excellent. I just got a little glory." Li Congwu was as happy as a child when he received Zhenjun's praise.

"Why did you fight just now?" Xu Xuan asked.

Yun Wuya said: "It's like this. We had a little disagreement. Brother Li wanted to collect the world's magic weapons and destroy the demon nest. I thought that the ancestral system cannot be violated, so I didn't agree to this request, so the two of us started fighting. .”

"The monsters cannot be destroyed unless you can infiltrate every corner and eliminate all the monsters at targeted locations, but this is impossible." Xu Xuan said, "Of course, you can collect the magic weapons. In a while, you can collect your own magic weapons." Turn over your troops and I will teach you how to deal with the monsters."

"Put He's Bi in Zhongnan Mountain, and my disciple will go back and get it soon!"

Jin Jing and Jing Xie have been taken away by Xu Xuan.

"Okay, go down. I will clean up the mountain from now on. Also, there are two people at the bottom of the mountain. You are responsible for settling them down."

"As ordered!"

After that, Xu Xuan returned to Lishan again.

At the foot of the mountain, Yun Wuya and Li Congwu walked side by side. They looked at each other and Li Congwu said, "Let's go. Let's take action ourselves and let others send the magic weapons up."

"Okay, I'll go to the Heavenly Medical Path first." Yun Wuya said.

"I'm going to Shenxiao Road."

Soon, the two walked down the mountain.

Daomen and royal officials came to greet him.

"Congratulations to the Emperor on your great achievement!"

"Congratulations to the Great Master for your great achievement!"

Everyone was filled with happy smiles.

Master Tianxiang means that the sect is flourishing, and two more people have been added to the martial arts myth list.

There are rankings in martial arts, but the masters of Tianxiang are not ranked. They symbolize the mythical existence of martial arts.

"Your Majesty, who was that person just now?" Someone asked everyone's doubts.

"The Great True Lord of the Dharma Teachings of the Three Realms."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone did not react for a while, but the moment they reacted, everyone was shocked.

"What? The real king has appeared?"

"It is indeed the real king, I guessed it right!!"

Everyone was in an uproar, forgetting the etiquette and the joy of His Majesty and the Great Master becoming masters.

Some people had some vague speculations in advance, but after all, there was no confirmation. Now that the great master and His Majesty have personally confirmed it, can this kind of thing still be false?

"The heavens are swaying, and my Dao is prosperous!"

Some older people were very excited.

Once the true king comes out, they will be able to unite their mountains and rivers and their martial arts to crush all powerful enemies like they did in that era.

The news quickly spread everywhere.

The news of the true king's birth was like a big stone falling into a calm lake, causing huge waves in an instant
As long as one is in the martial arts, even if it is a demon on the bounty list, who would not have the utmost respect for the True Lord? After all, he is the creator of the divine weapon and the source of all martial arts.

A tavern in Chang'an City.

The tavern was overcrowded at this time.

A knight asked the storyteller in the teahouse.

"Mr. Liu, I heard that you are well-informed. What happened to True Monarch Lishan?" As soon as these words came out, everyone pricked up their ears.

Mr. Liu Sanye is an old man in his 60s. He once worked as an editor in Baixiao Pavilion's newspaper and has better information than ordinary people.

"It's true. That day, Great Master Yun Wuya and the emperor fought in a decisive battle on the top of Lishan Mountain. They both broke through, but something went wrong in the middle. They were unable to stop their moves and saw them die together. Guess what?"

"It must be safe, otherwise it would have spread throughout Chang'an."

"The key is who stopped the two great masters of celestial phenomena... After a while, golden light flashed in the sky, auspicious clouds were hundreds of miles away, and the auspicious energy was washed away. A golden-armored god a hundred feet tall appeared in the clouds. This golden-armored godman appeared in the clouds. He is the Great True Lord of the Dharma Teachings of the Three Realms..."

Halfway through the storyteller, the knights could no longer listen.

He is also a hundred feet tall. Wouldn't it be seen by the whole of Chang'an?

Many people also confirmed that they saw such a person stopping the fight between the two.

And the fire phoenix that flashed away that day was not fake. If only one or two or three people saw it, it could be said to be an illusion. If everyone said so, then it was true.

Some people also expressed doubts about whether Yun Wuya and Li Congwu conspired to pull off the trick. Especially after Shenxiao Dao and Tianyi Dao handed over the magic weapons, this doubt became more and more serious.

Jinling, Qionglou.

The Qiong Tower is three stories high, with a gold-tiled dome. There is a corridor outside the building. Various snacks and snacks are sold in the corridor. People come and go, representing all religions and religions.

There is a large stage in the center of the building, surrounded by seats, and they are all occupied from the first floor to the third floor.

There were people on the stage performing acrobatics, breathing fire, swallowing swords, climbing mountains of knives, descending into seas of fire, etc.

"it is good!"

"Beautiful!" The applause was thunderous, and the crowd cheered.

Ordinary people watching the fun, and anyone with a bit of martial arts can see that the performers have high internal strength.

Soon, the main event came.

A woman wearing a veil came onto the stage holding a pipa, and the pipa played slowly.

High mountains and flowing water, pearls and jade are round and round.

The noisy environment suddenly becomes quiet. People who are under great pressure can't help but relax when they hear the music. People who have insomnia immediately fall asleep. No matter how big things are in their hearts, they all disappear under the sound of Pipa.

This is the Qionglou Sect’s magical power of celestial sounds.

Whenever a female Qionglou disciple performs, the venue is almost full and the ticket price is extremely high. Even if you don’t know how to appreciate music, you still know the benefits of listening to this kind of music.

Backstage, there was a graceful woman with a gauze scarf and a mole at the corner of her eye, listening to the maid's report.

"Yinsha, has the news from Chang'an come?" The woman is Gu Mingyue, the contemporary owner of Qiong Tower, and the successor of Jiao Shou Qin.

"Here we come, the royal family has replied. The real king is on the mountain. Master, shall we go there now?"

"Of course, we have been blessed by the true king in this life, and it is time to repay the debt."

All holders of the divine weapon know that the divine weapon absorbs internal energy. Anyway, it is absorbed within a few months to a year before death. Even so, many holders of the divine weapon will not give up the divine weapon easily in their later years.

One is that they don't know when they will die, and the other is that they are reluctant to part with the powerful power of the magic weapon.

When the internal power is lost, the death date is coming soon anyway, and it will not matter if the internal power is lost for a few months. It is considered to be paying rent to the magic weapon.

"But, if we go directly, what will happen if the magic weapon doesn't come back in the future?" Maid Yinsha asked worriedly.

Not only her, but all sects are also worried. Some extreme people even think that it is just a lie by the emperor and the great master.

"No one bothers himself, I believe in Yun Wuya. The True Lord sent it out easily back then, but now there is no reason to take it back forever. I'll book a train and go to Chang'an."

A trace of curiosity flashed in the woman's eyes.

Outside Chang'an City.

Young girls dressed in bright clothes and angry horses chase wild animals, and the horses' hooves trample the fertile fields.

The farmers in the village cried and howled.

Most of them are the descendants of wealthy families and sects. They have lived in favorable conditions since childhood and have no idea of ​​the sufferings of the world. They usually walk dogs and fight cocks, or hunt in the wild like today.

"You damn thing, don't step on my farmland!" Some farmers yelled.

The people of Chang'an have always been tough. When the emperor went out and the troops trampled on their farmland, they dared to curse.

Today, we have encountered a tough situation. There is no such thing as dignity among the dandy boys in Chang'an.

I saw the leading dandy riding a horse in a circle and hitting the farmer with a whip. The iron whip beat his skin and flesh to pieces. The farmer fell to the ground and did not know whether he was alive or dead. Even if he was lucky enough to survive, his life would be considered useless.

"Good work!!"

"Haha, what a bug, you dare to scold our eighth prince!"

Everyone cheered and continued to find the next place to have fun.

"I heard that the true king has returned?"

"This is true. My father plans to take me to the mountain to visit. If I am favored by the real king, I guarantee that I will also be a great master." A young man said proudly.

"Zhenjun, the man of my dreams." The girl in red had bright eyes.

"How brave you are to make trouble at the feet of the Emperor!"

At this time, two figures blocked everyone's way.

Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be Zhang Yanran and Lin Qingfeng.

"Who are you?" The Eighth Prince looked down at the two of them from a high position.

"When the road is rough, draw your sword to help, who do you care who I am?" Lin Qingfeng sneered.

"Okay, okay, do you know who I am?" A handsome young man next to the Eighth Prince sneered.

"It doesn't matter who you are! What does it have to do with me? But if you step on the farmland and injure the farmers, I will take care of you!" Sensing the mithril armor given by the True Lord on his body, Lin Qingfeng felt a lot more confident.

"I'll kill you too!"

The two sides fought to a regiment.

Zhang Yanran didn't even use the pale bone sword, but beat everyone to the point of pissing themselves off, making them miserable, and finally apologized and paid for the incident.

The two of them actually didn't know that the evil deeds of this group of people went far beyond that. Despite their young age, they actually killed a lot of people in private. If they knew this, they would regret not killing them.

As more and more people confirmed that the rumors were credible, especially the convincing news from the palace and the Taoist sect, everyone immediately believed it.

Some people say that the true king comes to unify the martial arts world, while others say that the true king appears to destroy the monsters.

For the wealthy warrior families of Chang'an, the appearance of the true king means that the orthodox power of their Taoist sects has been greatly strengthened. If they miss even a little bit, it will be enough for them to make a fortune and benefit themselves and their descendants.

These dandy boys used the excuse of celebrating to come to the city to cause mischief.

Almost everyone believes that the true king's coming to earth will definitely bring good things.

In the north of the city, there is the Historical Journal Branch of Baixiao Pavilion.

The white-haired old man lowered his head to read, and the desktop was messy.

Flutter Flutter!

At this time, a white pigeon came outside the window, and the old man opened the letter on the pigeon's leg.

Seeing the content inside, the old man smiled slightly, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

Gods come down to earth and bring blessings?benefit?Shade?
Regarding those young people who were celebrating and dreaming of getting something for nothing, the old man said coldly with a trace of ridicule: "Well done, the world is full of blood, and the world is full of weapons; haha, it's a new era of prosperity."

(End of this chapter)