From Low Martial Arts to Great Antiquity, I Created Mythical Fairy Martial Arts

"General, do we really want to report to His Majesty?" the adjutant said worriedly.

Wang Cheng smiled bitterly: "His Majesty definitely doesn't believe in "May [-]", I'm afraid it is to punish us for the crime of deceiving the king. However, the Shangxian can't be offended, and the letter has not been spread, I'm afraid it will be unpredictable."

The adjutant nodded: "It's better for me to wait and return to Beijing slowly and toss for some more time. The closer it is to the time when the immortals will destroy the world, the better our chances of surviving. Not only can we convey the decrees of the immortals, but the officials will not be able to come down in time. The purpose is to kill me."

Wang Cheng's eyes lit up: "Okay, then I'll go back slowly."

Swallow dock.

The martial arts people from all walks of life are very disciplined. Even if there is a fight, the winner will quickly wipe the blood on the ground.

The robbery was very orderly and strange.

Even if another martial arts master joined it later, he was quickly warned and joined the cleaning team.

Five days later, the things used by the Murong family had been emptied.

Even, many martial arts people enthusiastically paid for servants to clean up all parts of the villa.

Apart from being empty, Swallow Dock is intact.

And Gu Heng, after receiving Yanziwu, distributing some medicinal pills, and using methods to deter these people, he has come to Fuzhou.

Since the Song Dynasty, due to the migration of the population to the south, the development of technology, and the prosperity of Shanghai trade, Fujian is extremely prosperous, so that the academies, scholars and bookstores here are in the forefront of the Song Dynasty, which is quite prosperous in culture.

Fuzhou is naturally prosperous.

"Huang Chang's rule is still good, no wonder he was promoted later." Walking on the street, Gu Heng smiled, "Then it will be a matter of course for Huang Chang to rule the place."

When I came to the county government office, the government officials directly communicated.

After a while, Gu Heng entered the county office.

"I don't know why this young master is looking for me?" Huang Chang was wearing a green shirt, gray hair, and elegant temperament. He was not a later martial arts master.

In Gu Heng's induction, Huang Chang had at most practiced a little energy-raising kung fu.

However, the inner strength is definitely not weak.

You must know that before the creation of the Jiuyin Sutra, Huang Chang killed a lot of Mingjiao masters, including the Dharma King, Dharma protectors and the like, who are already the first-class masters in the world.

Gu Heng couldn't help but sigh about Huang Chang's talent.

There is no supreme martial arts, just relying on ordinary health kung fu to cultivate the world's first-class internal strength, this kind of talent is really terrifying.

No wonder he was able to create dozens of attacking martial arts by himself, as well as the extraordinary Nine Yin Internal Skills.

"I have a big deal with Mr. Huang." Gu Heng sat down opposite Huang Chang generously, "It's time for the Song Dynasty to change hands."

The voice fell, and Huang Chang jumped up suddenly, as if the stool was a red-hot iron plate.

"Young Master is here to entertain Huang?" Huang Chang's eyes became stern.

Gu Heng waved his hand, and Huang Chang sat down immediately, even if he used his inner strength, he couldn't resist at all, and he couldn't help being shocked.

"Mr. Huang, please listen to me slowly."

moment.

Huang Chang's expression was sluggish: "I created the Jiuyin Scripture?"

"I also marked Mingjiao?"

"How is that possible? This old man is a civil servant, so how could he go to Mingjiao himself!"

After being stunned for a while, he came back to his senses: "Young Master Gu wants to change the world, but I'm afraid I won't be able to help you. The officials treat me well, so how can I betray me?"

"Mr. Huang's words are serious, how can you talk about betrayal?" Gu Heng shook his head. "The Song Dynasty is heavy on literature and not on martial arts, and the root of the disaster has already been laid. Without me, the situation will be even more difficult, and the country will not be far away."

As he said that, he handed over a set of "Up and Down Five Thousand Years": "This is the historical record of the Song Dynasty and after the Song Dynasty, Mr. Huang will read it and then talk about it."

future history?

Huang Chang was stunned. Looking at the appearance of Young Master Gu, he was quite serious. Could it be true?

Opening the book, Huang Chang started directly from Song History.

Northern Song Dynasty-Southern Song Dynasty-Yuan-Ming-Qing...

The battle of Yashan, Mengyuan iron hoof...

The events in the records are magnificent and complicated. If you want to fabricate them, it will take a lot of time, energy, and material resources.

Huang Chang almost believed it.

He is just a civil servant who is a prefect, He Dehe can let people make up these things to deceive him?

"Yuyou Huaxia, there is so much suffering."

"Your Majesty, Huang Chang bows to you. If you can end the turmoil and avoid future tragedies, what is the loss of Huang Chang's reputation?" Huang Chang directly saluted.

Gu Heng hurriedly straightened him up: "Mr. Huang is too polite, but I don't have that much courtesy when it comes to my work."

"I don't know what your Majesty has to do for your servants?" Huang Chang asked after chatting for a while.

Gu Heng: "Let's cultivate some talents first. You can't rule the world without your own people."

"Your Majesty, don't worry about this matter, Huang is a local clan, and he can gather a group of reliable children to ensure that no news will leak out." Huang Chang said proudly.

"I'm not afraid of leaks, the main thing is reliability." Gu Heng shook his head, "When the time comes, let him govern the place, the unreliable personnel will cause too much trouble. It's up to you to do this, so that you can be low, and you must have a good character. There can be no problems."

The nobility in the Song Dynasty was not as scary as in the late Ming Dynasty, so Gu Heng didn't have to worry too much.

Huang Chang cupped his hands: "Yes."

Turning around and instructing the housekeeper to discuss this matter.

For three days in a row, in addition to gathering local children, Huang Chang also followed Gu Heng to learn "Nine Yin Gongti" and martial arts from the Nine Yin Classics.

"Your Majesty, these martial arts are really created by me? How can they lead to death!" Huang Chang was stunned by the series of kung fu.

This is not in line with my elegant literati status.

"This Jiuyin Sutra was created when you had a deep hatred of blood, can you not be spicy?" Gu Heng laughed, and briefly explained the matter.

Huang Chang was sweating profusely: "Fortunately, your Majesty came down in time, otherwise, wouldn't I want to destroy my family? Mingjiao, what a Mingjiao."

"There is no need to worry about Mingjiao, I will let people recover at that time, and those who have problems will be eliminated directly." Gu Heng waved his hand, but did not dare to let Huang Chang take action.

This person is a weak scholar in appearance, and he really won't be soft-hearted when he kills people.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After staying for seven days, Huang Chang's Jiuyin Gong has been completed, and many Jiuyin skills have also been learned to perfection...  

"This is the aptitude of the Son of Heaven." Gu Hengyu, the dragon of infuriating qi, went to Bianliang, sighing in his heart, "If Huang Chang was not a civil official, but a martial arts master, he would have established a sect in martial arts long ago."

Just thinking about it, the spiritual force heard a cry from the ground.

"Have you heard? Then Murong Fu actually went to Xixia and joined Xixia Yipintang. It's really a wolf's ambition."

"I heard that the beggar gang has passed, and then Murong Fu will be beheaded by the sword."

"Without Qiao Feng, can the beggar gang really deal with Murong Fu?"

"Shh, be quiet, don't die."

"Let's talk about Yanziwu. After Murong Fu left, Yanziwu didn't suffer any damage. Are you surprised?"

"What's so strange about this? Didn't someone say it a long time ago!"

"The new owner of Yanziwu is actually an immortal who can walk on the dragon. Not only the martial arts masters at that time saw it, but even the officers and soldiers directly conceded defeat!"

"No way?"

"Why not?"

"It is said that the Shaozhai master of Funiu Village has obtained the medicinal pill given by the immortal, and his skill is extraordinary.

"Hey, that Funiu Village has already died two village masters, if this one is again..."

"I'm afraid you don't know that Funiu Village is extremely rich. The last village owner married a mother-in-law of Jiufang and gave birth to thirteen sons, known as the Thirteen Taibaos! Where does this go?"

"Good cow!"

"There are a few other things that are also related to the immortals. Does Xingsuhai know that? It is said that it was burned to the color of colored glass. Someone saw the sun falling that day, and such a large area was completely wiped out. Now the whole world is practicing poison art. The sects are all scared stupid!"

"There are also Dali and Shaolin. There is a real dragon coming, which is probably a fairyland."

"I didn't expect that there are really gods in the world."

After listening to it for a while, Gu Heng lost interest. With a thought, he went straight to Bianliang.

At this time, the young general of the Royal Forest Army who had been wandering for more than ten days also returned to Bianliang City, and was thrown into the big prison three days ago.

The reason why he was not killed on the spot.

Just because Zhao Xu wanted to concoct these people well.

"To actually make up such a lie to deceive me, do you think my sword is not good?" Zhao Xu's face was ashen.

The queen mother was under the curtain, and he felt uncomfortable.

How do you know that this little general is also using nonsense to make him happy?

The murderous intent in my heart can be imagined.

"Every word I said is true, and there is absolutely no falsehood. Why don't the officials believe it? This time I'm afraid that the head will be lost."

"Oh, I don't know when Shangxian will take over Song Jiangshan. I hope it will be soon, otherwise I won't be able to wait for that day at all."

Wang Cheng sat slumped in the dark prison, lamenting in his heart.

At this moment, he instead hoped that Zhao Song would perish soon.

On the Golden Palace.

Zhao Xu looked at the minister below with an icy expression: "The dragon of a thousand feet? Raise your hand to destroy the city, and you have to ask me to abdicate! Now the generals are getting more and more outrageous, the nonsense of ghosts and gods, their hearts can be punished!"

"If there is such a god, ask him to come and see?"

The minister below was about to give a sound of comfort when he heard a voice from outside.

"As you wish, Zhao Xu, I'm here."

Gu Heng had been watching in the sky for a while, thinking in his heart: These imperial guards really know how to play, and they just wandered outside for so long.

However, if they stay in Fuzhou for a while, I'm afraid that they will still be unable to escape the fate of their heads.