The heavens: pushing across all realms

At the top of the Tianshan Mountains is the former site of Lingjiu Palace.

Feng Ji accompanied the two girls in their dreams deep underground for several days. After running out of dry food, he came out of the cave to look for food.

He has only perfected his Qi refining, so naturally he can't talk about fasting. He still needs to eat, drink and take supplements.

After searching around the Tianshan Mountains, he found a deer, which he ate in one meal.

Looking at the attribute points that had only increased by a few dozen points, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Nowadays, attribute points are becoming increasingly indispensable.

As his strength increases, each attribute wants to increase. For one attribute, ten attribute points are needed.

Moreover, Taoism is also different from ordinary martial arts.

In the past, a few attribute points could directly improve martial arts to a higher level.

But now it often takes ten attribute points to improve Taoism to a higher level.

Feng Ji understood a lot of Taoist techniques. In total, there were as many as six types.

Each Taoist technique is divided into four stages: entry, proficiency, proficiency, and perfection, which requires at least forty attribute points.

To complete all six Taoist techniques, two hundred and forty points are needed.

This is still an ordinary Taoist skill. If you encounter a more difficult Taoist skill, you will probably consume more attribute points.

He already felt that it would be too slow for him to accumulate attribute points if he continued to stay on Tianshan Mountain.

"It seems like we have to go down the mountain as soon as possible and go to the world for a while."

"If Lingjiu Palace can be rebuilt, there is no need to leave here, but now the world is in chaos, wars are everywhere, and the Tianshan Mountains are seriously lacking in population. Even if we want to form a force, there is no one available."

"It seems we have to go to a prosperous place."

Tianshan is relatively remote and inaccessible.

To establish a sect here, even if he has magical powers, no one can use them.

For the next half month, Feng Ji stayed with his two daughters deep underground in Lingjiu Palace.

And talked about this concern with the second daughter.

The two girls understand the righteousness well and are trying to persuade him not to worry about them. Now Feng Ji has taught them how to fall asleep.

In addition to falling asleep, the two of them can also fall into each other's dreams, and wander into each other's dreams, which is not lonely.

After another half month, Feng Ji finally made up his mind and prepared to leave here.

In just half a month, Feng Ji would have captured all the animals on Tianshan Mountain, and naturally he could no longer stay here.

"Accumulate attribute points as soon as possible, leave this world, and find a way to live forever."

Feng Ji made up his mind to leave Tianshan immediately and head south.

Along the way, we saw traces of war everywhere.

You can always see people displaced and Mongolian Tatars burning, killing and looting.

That night, Feng Ji came to a dilapidated village outside Dasheng Pass.

Nine out of ten houses in the village are empty. There is a Guandi Temple at the end of the village. The statue of Guandi has been smashed and there is a hole in the roof, but it can barely accommodate it.

Feng Ji wore a single robe and entered the temple.

But they saw that a bonfire had been lit in the temple, and several men dressed like martial artists were sitting around the fire.

These people were talking in low voices, but as soon as Feng Ji came in, they immediately shut their mouths and looked at Feng Ji sideways.

Feng Ji looked at a few people, smiled and clasped his fists and said, "I'm passing by here and staying at the temple for the night. I won't disturb you, right?"

Among the group of people, a middle-aged man said: "It's not easy to go out, please excuse me."

Feng Ji nodded with a smile and sat aside.

He was alone and had no luggage, so naturally he had no dry food or anything like that.

The middle-aged man by the bonfire saw this and asked: "Brother, it's freezing out here. It must be difficult for you to wear single clothes. Do you want to come over and warm yourself by the fire?"

Feng Ji opened his eyes, looked at this person, thought about it, and said with a smile, "Is it convenient?"

"We are all men from the Song Dynasty, what's the inconvenience?"

"Mom, mother-in-law, are you acting like a man?"

Several people around the middle-aged man laughed.

When the other party said this, Feng Ji did not refuse and walked to the fire to warm himself with the others.

At this time, the middle-aged man took out a steamed bun from the bag, stuck it on a branch, handed it to Feng Ji, and said, "Let's have something to eat."

Feng Ji looked at him and couldn't help but smile: "Thank you very much."

Take the steamed bun and bake it slowly over the flame.

The middle-aged man asked: "Brother, he looks young, but I can't hear his accent. May I ask where you are from?"

"I'm from Shandong."

"Oh? He's a man from Shandong. How come he's in the northwest?" A man on the side couldn't help but ask.

Feng Ji smiled and said: "The war is in chaos right now. If we don't travel north and south, we will starve to death in our hometown."

His words immediately resonated with everyone.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh: "That's good. If you move trees, you will die, but if you move people, they will live. Just now, we were talking about leaving Dasheng Pass and going to Xiangyang to join the rebel army."

"I heard that in recent years, the hero Guo Jing, the leader of the Yellow Gang of the Beggar Clan, often led heroes from all walks of life to Xiangyang to transport supplies and deliver messages to General Lu and others who were guarding the city."

"Yes, instead of waiting for death here, it is better to go to Xiangyang and join the rebel army. Fight to the death with the Mongolian Tatars."

Several people couldn't help but get excited when they talked about their excitement. They just thought that if they went to Xiangyang, they would be able to stand out.

Feng Ji smiled and said nothing, watching this scene and slowly eating steamed buns.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but look at Feng Ji. Seeing that Feng Ji was always calm, he couldn't help but said: "Brother, I didn't ask you just now, what is your name?"

"This is Feng Ji."

"Brother Feng, what do you think of the methods we just mentioned?"

Feng Ji smiled and said, "Are you going to Xiangyang to get ahead, or to fight against the Mongols?"

"Is there any difference?" the middle-aged man couldn't help but ask.

Feng Ji smiled and said: "Of course there are differences. To get ahead, you don't necessarily have to join the army. If you want to fight against the Mongols, you don't have to go to Xiangyang."

Everyone couldn't help but frown, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but said: "Brother Feng, you don't want us to go to Xiangyang?"

Feng Ji nodded: "You are destined to me, and I need your help, so I can give you some words of advice."

"The Song Dynasty court has long been rotten to the core. This court is not worthy of your blood."

"Of course, I'm not asking you to surrender the Mongolian Tatars, but I'm asking you to find a way to organize your own manpower to fight against the Mongol Tatars."

"Otherwise, if you seek refuge in the Song Dynasty, even if you are ambitious, you will only be dragged down by the Southern Song Dynasty court."

Feng Ji's few words made several people look at each other in shock.

"Do you want me to become a rebel?"

Feng Ji suddenly laughed: "What is orthodoxy and what is rebel?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but said: "The Zhao family of the Song Dynasty is naturally orthodox."

Feng Jixiao asked: "Why is the Song Dynasty orthodox? Didn't Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyi obtain the throne from the hands of the Later Zhou Dynasty?"

"The world's orthodoxy is nothing more than a means for those in power to stabilize people's hearts."

"Go and ask the Mongols, do they care whether your Zhao family is the orthodox one in the world?"

"As the old saying goes, princes, generals, and prime ministers would rather have their own kind. No one is born to do anything. Don't believe in fate."

"The so-called destiny is all about human power. Even if it is not human power, it is also controlled by immortals and Buddhas."

Feng Ji couldn't help but recall that in the Tianlong world, almost everyone had a unique destiny.

Those are not just methods used by Kongxiang Temple to test sentient beings.

These words made the people in front of them stunned, and they felt that the young man in front of them had a really scary tone.

But for some reason, they felt that what this man said made some sense.

"These words... are too rebellious. Brother, you must not talk nonsense."

The middle-aged man looked at Feng Ji and couldn't help but persuade him.

Feng Ji smiled, but at this moment, a sneer came from outside.

"What a rebellious boy. How dare someone in this world dare to arrange the emperor like this? Boy, you are so brave."

Everyone was shocked and quickly looked towards the door.

But at some point, an old beggar walked in from outside.

The old beggar was dirty, his clothes were full of patches, and there were several pockets hanging on his waist.

When everyone saw this, their hearts suddenly trembled.

"People from the Beggar Clan!"

The middle-aged man was secretly shocked.

Feng Ji looked at the old beggar and chuckled: "Why can't the emperor arrange it?"

"The whole world is not the king's land, and the emperor is the emperor. How can you arrange it? At present, the Song Dynasty is being bullied by the Mongolian Tatars. You don't want to be loyal to the emperor and serve the country, but you are here to confuse the public with your evil words. I think you are not the Mongol Tatars. Isn’t he a spy?”

Feng Ji suddenly burst out laughing: "Hahaha, old beggar, the Mongols oppressed the Song Dynasty, wasn't it because the court was incompetent and the emperor was stupid?"

"This emperor is incompetent and the court is mediocre. He has managed the Central Plains in such a corrupt manner and the people of the world are in dire straits. Can't they say a few words?"

"You can also judge the emperor? There are so many learned people in the court, but in your eyes they are all mediocre people?"

The old beggar stared and scolded angrily.

Feng Ji chuckled and asked: "Why can't I judge? Since he has become the emperor, he has the responsibility to bring peace to the world. At present, the world is in chaos and Zhao is incompetent. Why can't anyone say anything about it?"

"Back then, if Zhao Kuangyin didn't dare to point fingers at the Emperor of the Later Zhou Dynasty, how could he wear a yellow robe?"

"Old beggar, this world is not owned by his surname Zhao, but by the people of the world."

"Whoever makes it difficult for the people in the world will make it difficult for the people in the world."

"Zhao Song is incompetent and will fall apart sooner or later. Even if capable people emerge in large numbers and there are many good generals, it will still be difficult to turn the tide."

The old beggar glared at Feng Ji: "As you said, the world will be surrendered to foreigners?"

Feng Ji smiled and shook his head: "Since ancient times, it is the truth to have a big fist. The Mongolian cavalry is powerful, and it is certainly powerful. It will be a matter of time before Zhao and Song are defeated."

"But the people of the world will never be convinced by the Mongolian Tatars, so the Mongols will not be able to do so for a long time."

"The change of dynasty is just a matter of time."

The old beggar stared at Feng Ji, unable to refute for a moment, and finally asked angrily: "In your opinion, how do the people deal with themselves?"

"It's just a matter of rising up and reestablishing political power." Feng Ji chuckled.

His words scared everyone present and their expressions changed slightly.

If you say the word rebellion so casually, you will be beheaded. Does this person really want his life?

The old beggar stared at Feng Ji and suddenly sneered: "Then let the old beggar be quiet, what are you capable of doing, to persuade people to rebel here!"

Hooray!

The old beggar's figure was like lightning. He ducked and rushed into the temple. He was met with a palm.

The palm force is powerful, and there is a faint sound of dragon roaring.

Feng Ji looked at this familiar palm and couldn't help but chuckle: "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

But he saw Feng Ji also lightly clapped his palm, and the air immediately vibrated and roared.

A more powerful 'Kang Long You Regret' was fired!

Boom!

The two palms met, and a loud roar suddenly erupted.

The old beggar suddenly felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He trembled violently. Then he flew out with a loud bang, and the door panel collapsed with a roar!

"Cough cough cough..."

The old beggar couldn't help coughing up blood. He looked in disbelief and stared at Feng Ji: "You...who are you? How come I, the Beggar Clan, can master the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

Feng Ji took back his palm and said calmly: "If I don't know the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, wouldn't I be beaten to death by you?"

"I've always heard that you act as a beggar gang and put chivalry first. When I saw you today, I was a little disappointed."

"Bah, you are deceiving people outside Dasheng Pass. You clearly have no good intentions. You are either a spy from the north or a rebel from the south! I will kill you for the sake of the people of the world and the safety of Xiangyang!" The old beggar shouted angrily.

Feng Ji laughed: "I just told a few truths, so am I a spy?"

"The Beggar Clan acts without any evidence, but it also decides life and death? Are you more arrogant than the government? Is this what the Beggar Clan's heroine Huang Rong taught you?"

This change was so sudden that the middle-aged men turned pale and looked at Feng Ji in fear.

Feng Ji sneered and said: "It's true that being famous is not as good as meeting each other. From you today, we can see that the Beggar Clan's ethics are not as good as the rumors."

"Bold, you just insulted the old beggar, but you dare to insult my reputation as a beggar gang. Even if you die, what does the old beggar have to fear?"

But the old beggar suddenly struggled to his feet and wanted to strike again, but because of the impact on his wound, a mouthful of blood spat out with a pop.

Suddenly his face turned pale, he staggered and fell to the ground again.

Feng Ji shook his head and ignored the old beggar who suddenly appeared.

"Amitabha."

But suddenly they heard a Buddha's call coming from outside the door, and everyone followed the sound and looked.

At some point, two monks appeared at the door.

A monk wore bright yellow robes and had a compassionate face.

The other monk was dressed in gray robes and was stout, but not tall.

What is surprising is that his hands are shackled, his face is fierce, and his eyes occasionally flash with a fierce look, but then he is full of remorse.

The monk said the Buddha's name, walked into the house, and walked to the old beggar first.

But when he saw him checking the old beggar's injuries, he couldn't help but sigh: "What a great move, 'A strong dragon has regrets'. In this world, even the former leader of the Beggar Clan, Hong Qigong, can't hit it with such power."

As he said this, he suddenly pointed out his fingers and quickly touched the acupuncture points all over the old beggar's body to treat him.

Feng Ji had already guessed his identity by looking at the duo.

Watching him perform the Yang Finger Kung Fu again, he was even more convinced of the old monk's identity.

"It turned out to be him."

Feng Ji smiled and didn't care. Nan Di was considered a master in today's martial arts world.

But in front of Feng Ji, no matter age or martial arts, they are nothing.

But he didn't expect that he would meet Master Nandi Yideng, one of the Five Ultimate Masters, here.

Yi Yang Finger Kung Fu can not only fight against enemies, but is also a magical healing skill.

Under Master Yideng's treatment, the old beggar recovered a lot from his internal injuries and his face became rosier. His life was saved.

Only then did Master Yideng stop his hand, raised his head and looked at Feng Ji, saying: "Amitabha, the donor's martial arts skills are unparalleled and rare in the world. Why do you have to hurt people's lives with just one move?"

Feng Ji shook his head: "When did the master come? Didn't you see him move first?"

Master Yideng sighed and said: "The old monk saw it. This beggar's beggar took action too quickly, and the old monk did not stop him. It's just that you, the benefactor, are very skilled in martial arts. You only need to subdue him, so why bother to use harsh methods?" Is it just adding to your sins?"

Feng Ji felt that what he said was unreasonable and asked: "Master, what you said is wrong. If I didn't have such skill, I would be the one who fell just now. If someone wants to kill me, why should I hold back?"

"The reputation of the Beggar Clan has grown over the years. It is so majestic that it is vaguely the number one gang in the world. The disciples within it seem to really think that their Beggar Clan is so great. As a disciple of the Beggar Clan, you dare to take random actions and teach others a lesson?"

"Hmph, when I met you today, it was like kicking a brick wall. Master, you still want to blame me?"

Master Yideng was speechless. He opened his mouth and sighed: "Amitabha..."

Feng Ji stopped talking nonsense. After finishing the steamed bun in his hand, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Master Yideng looked at Feng Ji, feeling extremely confused in his heart.

"This guy doesn't look very young, how did he learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms so beautifully? Could it be that he is the new disciple that Qi Gong has accepted in recent years?"

"He has such an attitude towards the disciples of the Beggar Clan. He is definitely not a disciple of Hong Qigong, let alone a descendant of Jing'er. What is strange is that there are still others in the world who can master the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

He couldn't figure out Feng Ji's identity for a while. He just felt that this young man's martial arts skills were so high that he might not be inferior to him.

While taking care of the old beggar, he guessed Feng Ji's identity.

After a while, I suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves coming from outside.

But another monk came with his disciples.

The monk got off his horse, stepped forward to pay homage to Master Yideng, and said, "Brother, I finally found you."

"Amitabha, Junior Brother Yiming, what's important?"

"Letter from Jiaxing. The owner of Lujiazhuang is getting married soon. His wife is the daughter of your disciple Wu Santong. Her adoptive father Wu Santong is insane and needs elders to attend, so he wants to invite you to watch the ceremony."

Master Yideng frowned slightly, shook his head and sighed: "I can't go for the time being. Junior Brother Yiming, please go there for me. If you see Santong, you must bring him back to Tianlong Temple."

"Yes, senior brother."

Although the two people spoke in low voices, Feng Ji heard them clearly.

His heart moved slightly, Jiaxing Lujiazhuang? Wu Santong’s daughter gets married?

Has the plot developed to this point?

In this way, it is still at least ten years before the start of the Divine Eagle.

In terms of time, it’s not long since the end of the Condor Shooting plot.

At this time, Guo Jing and Huang Rong were still on Peach Blossom Island.

The righteous act of helping to defend Xiangyang was probably done occasionally, and it had not yet reached the point where Guo Jing and Huang Rong were stationed in Xiangyang for a long time.

Feng Ji guessed the approximate time at this time.

But he doesn't care about this, it has nothing to do with him.

He just needs to accumulate attribute points as soon as possible.

"In the plot of the divine eagle, the only ones that can be considered spiritual creatures are the strange snakes that Yang Guo eats."

"Go to the outside of Xiangyang City tomorrow to look for it."