Great Sui Guoshi

The sun is rising, and the leaves of willows fluttering in the wind float down to the second floor of the restaurant. There is a lot of noise, people laughing, cursing, shouting, bold, thick or short and agile figures leading the disciples up to the second floor. Lou, clasped his fists at people, and the words "long admiration" and "fortunate meeting" sounded from time to time.

There are also taciturn knights huddled in the corner, with haughty and indifferent eyes, or drinking and chatting with people they know, mostly talking about this martial arts contest.

"...Before Chang'an in the future, I have never heard of Grand Master Yuwen, is it very powerful?"

"That's because you are ignorant. Taishi Yuwen is very skilled in martial arts. It is rumored that he went into the grassland alone and killed many Turkic people, no more, no less, exactly [-]!"

A heroic man got up and clapped his hands and shouted: "Good kill!"

There was also a questioning voice nearby, and a man with a knife in his back turned his head while holding a wine bowl.

"Eighty thousand? Come on, didn't the court say that it was killed by the army in the north. One person can kill eighty thousand? Eighty thousand sheep can kill a person from exhaustion."

On the second floor, there are mostly men from the rivers and lakes and green forests, and there are also a few old women among them. These people seem to be ordinary, but they can walk in the rivers and lakes, and they are more difficult to provoke than ordinary green forest people. There are many arrogant looks in their eyes. , Hearing the so-called one person killing [-] people, most of them scoffed and continued to talk and drink tea.

Seeing their expressions of disbelief, the Jianghu person who praised Grand Master Yuwen just now picked up his bowl and got up and walked between several tables, gestured his hands, and lowered his voice to the surroundings.

"I know that you don't believe it, but do you know that Grand Master Yuwen is not an ordinary person, not only possesses peerless martial arts, but also has profound mystical techniques, and has magical weapons at his side. What's so rare about killing those [-] Turkic soldiers? I have a brother who worshiped the master. He abandoned the green forest and joined the army. He happened to witness it with his own eyes. The sword pierced the sky and fell from the sky. Before it fell, the [-] Turkic people on the ground were like burning straw. It was pieces of fire that turned into fly ash."

A heroine raised her face.

"Where's your brother? Are you here today?"

"Dead." The man shrugged his shoulders, "He died in the war against Tuyuhun a few years ago."

There was booing all around, and they continued to talk about their own things, but the man couldn't bear it anymore, took a sip of his drink with a smile, continued to walk, and knocked on the table beside him with his fingers.

"Don't shush, let me tell you, this Grand Master Yuwen is not so powerful, how could he be invited by Yuwen Shaoqing to sit in charge? Also, you must know that Grand Master Yuwen is not alone, it is rumored that he has brothers, I heard that the elder brother above is an old man in his 80s and [-]s, and his eyes can't see clearly, but if you think about it, Grand Master Yuwen is so powerful, to be his senior brother, I'm afraid he is only strong but not weak."

Martial arts practitioners are inherently rebellious, how could they be so easy to convince others, the next scholar who was wearing a scarf raised his cup and chuckled, "I said it so clearly, I'm afraid it was fabricated on purpose to mess with my mood."

Everyone knows that the scholar's name is 'Sixiang Sword' Huang Shouyi, but they don't know if it's his real name. The combination of the Sixiang swordsmanship and his name exactly corresponds to the meaning of 'Four Images Returning to One'. A rare newcomer.

Hearing his words right now, he felt reasonable, so he didn't take what the man said just now seriously. The latter looked around, put down the wine bowl and sat back tactfully.

"I'm just talking about it well. How could it disturb your state of mind? It's the truth. Grand Master Yuwen is an apprentice of the current Imperial Master. Do you believe it or not."

The surrounding green forest knights have ignored him.

After all, I came to Chang'an this time for the sake of being the number one in the world. The other party is just sitting in town, and he will not end easily. He cares about what such a person does. At this time, he is gathering in the capital and going to the martial arts arena. If you can win the first place, you can at least gain a reputation, maybe you can become a military officer, or at least with a little reputation, you can go back to the local area to open a martial arts gym and earn some money.

The men and women sitting in the elegant seats on the other side of the screen shook their heads and continued to eat after listening to these green forest remarks. The girl opposite the man was a little worried.

"Brother Jing, don't go up, you just heard that person said no, Yu Wentuo is so powerful, how could he snatch Xuanyuan Sword from him?"

Chen Jing picked up the rice silently, and the chopsticks picked up the dishes from time to time and sent them to his mouth, chewing heavily, wrapped the food and said in a low voice:

"There's always a way."

He raised his eyes and scanned the face of the woman opposite, looked at the street outside the fence, and the arena being built in the open space in the distance.

"The country's enmity and the family's enmity... must be reported. Only by obtaining the Xuanyuan Sword can I rush into the palace and kill the emperor."

"Why do you have to get the Xuanyuan Sword?"

Hearing the woman's worry, Chen Jing swallowed the food in his mouth, wiped a grain of rice from the corner of his mouth, and turned around: "Because there is a Mr. Lu beside the emperor...he is Yu Wentuo's master... .As long as I get the Xuanyuan Sword, plus the Liuding Liujia Yin-Yang Tiantong Art that I have devoted myself to practice for many years, I will definitely be able to kill this dog emperor."

Said, put down the chopsticks, and held the woman's hand, "Xue, don't worry, when I fulfill my wish, so that the people of the world will no longer be enslaved by the emperor, I will go back to the mountains and forests with you, and stop asking about world affairs. You like to go to Saibei Riding horses and herding cattle and sheep, we will raise a large herd together."

Feeling the warmth of the man, the woman blushed and nodded lightly with an 'um', feeling that the time had become elongated.

Not long after, the sun set and then rose again. On May [-]th, Yining Square became very lively. People from the city were standing inside and outside. The figure looked at the huge table in the middle and pointed.

"I have heard for a long time that there are martial arts competitions between people in the world, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"How can this be fake, it was organized by Yuwen Shaoqing."

"So it's a good show to watch. I don't know what those people in the rivers and lakes told the storyteller in the tea shop, flying over the eaves and walls, fighting with humming and haha."

"Don't you know it after reading it? Those green forest knights are in front."

Someone in the crowd stood on tiptoes and stretched their necks to look around. Sure enough, there were several circles of people in various costumes and weapons standing around the huge platform, and they pressed their handprints one by one on the old man.

In the restaurant further away, Yu Wenhua and Yu Wencheng in official robes and Yuwen Chengdu in military attire sat down with Yu Wentuo, overlooking the wooden platform below, and then Yu Wenhua and nodded to the officials below.

After a while, an old man in official uniform came to the middle, and after explaining some rules that others were not interested in, someone pressed the red handprint, lifted a stick and jumped onto the stage.

The old man under the stage lifted the paper that had been painted on, and turned it around: "The life and death certificate has been signed!" Then there was no more to say, while the old man on the stage turned in one direction and shouted loudly: "There are people who challenge it!! "

"I come!"

A man with a knife took off his bamboo hat, put his hands on the countertop, turned over obliquely, and then fought with the opponent.

In the sound of ping-pong-pong.

Chen Jing stood under the stage watching all this, and occasionally raised his head, the distant sky was covered with dark clouds, and there were rolling thunders, floating towards this direction.

........

After the sun covered the clouds, in the Longevity Temple of Furong Pond, Lu Liangsheng walked out of the mountain gate with a thin boy and a boy carrying a burden.

There was faint thunder rolling from the sky, probably thinking that rain was about to fall, Lu Liangsheng cast a rain-proof spell on the three of them and walked onto the street.

"Mingyue, let's part here, but be careful not to go the wrong way."

When he came to the street, Lu Liangsheng gave a word of advice to the boy who was following him. The latter nodded, shook the slanted burden on his shoulders, bowed his hands and saluted, turned around and spread his legs, and ran excitedly.

Seeing the little boy disappear into the crowd, Lu Liangsheng turned his face to the side and said something softly to the skinny boy.

"Yuanba, let's go too, and see how the competition goes over there."

The master and apprentice turned around and went to Yiningfang. Within a moment, a drizzle fell on the city.

Chapter 7: Overcast Clouds Overwhelm Chang'an, and the Wind Chimes the Evening Wind

The drizzle fell on the attic of the houses on the long street, and it turned into accumulated water and dripped down the eaves. Lu Liangsheng, who was dressed in blue and gray robes, had neatly combed white hair, and an old and kind face, giving people a sense of immortality. Feeling, so that the pedestrians and people in the past cast curious eyes.

Walking through the wet street, walking lightly and steadily, there is a sick young man behind him, looking at the pedestrians and shops on both sides in the rain, and after walking through several neighborhoods, he arrives at Yiningfang. There were a lot of people, braving the drizzle, no one wanted to leave, and the gentry and literati with spare money went to the nearby restaurants and teahouses early to occupy seats, watching the ring from a height, two Jianghu warriors fighting Beat the meat.

"These green forest people are like monkeys juggling on the street for people to watch, and they are so serious, haha..."

"Brother, don't say that. Without them, I wouldn't be here to join in the fun."

"Haha, what you said is what you said, but I don't know who can pick the number one in the world."

"People in the rivers and lakes and green forests have all kinds of dirty tricks. They can win the ring by cheating even if they can't fight. It's not like me and other literati who compete for literary talent. If you lose, you lose. You can leave a good name for being generous and humble."

"Yes, His Majesty is now vigorously promoting the imperial examinations, which has encouraged many literati who have nowhere to go. Someday they will hold a grand cultural event. I am afraid that they are no worse than these warriors."

"Of course, hahaha!"

.......

When Lu Liangsheng brought Li Yuanba over, the stage had already been replaced by a third group of Jianghu people. On the wooden platform in front of them, there were a few head-to-head collisions. Leaping over the opponent's shoulders and coming to the back, he slapped the opponent's back with one hand, his robe shattered with a hiss, and he was sent flying off the ring, attracting applause from the people watching in the rain below.

"Next, who will challenge this Cangwu heroine!"

"Dongling magic leg, Liang Lingfu please teach me!"

The tall and slender man leaped forward, dashed into the air, tapped the stake at the corner of the platform, and lightly descended to the center of the ring. The woman on the opposite side was full of vital energy, and she was involved in the storm.

On the attic not far away, Yu Wenhuaji watched the two move and fight on the stage, and one person in the middle turned his head to look at his son.

"The martial arts of these two people are inferior to those of Chengdu?"

"The two count as one piece, and I'm too lazy to fight with them." Yu Wencheng looked at the cheers erupting below.

While talking, Yu Wentuo, who was sitting between the father and son, stood up suddenly with his knees on his knees, and Yu Wenhuaji hurriedly followed: "Teacher, what are you doing? Do you have something important to order? I will let the subordinates handle it."

"Ha ha."

Yu Wentuo smiled at him, grabbed the chair and moved forward, facing the outside of the building, and said: "My teacher is here, how can I be the first student as a disciple."

Then he arched his hands, and bowed towards the dark sea of ​​people outside in the rain. Yu Wenhuaji opened his mouth slightly for a long time and didn't close it. Isn't Yu Wentuo's master the national teacher?

Yu Huaji, who hadn't heard this name for a long time, recovered from the shock, and stammered: "The national teacher has returned to...Chang'an?"

Facing his father's horror, Yu Wencheng directly jumped up from the chair, with an excited face, and excitedly grabbed the back of the chair and glanced outwards, completely not in the mood to watch the martial arts competition below.

"Where is the national teacher?"

In the sea of ​​people swept by his eyes, an old man in blue and gray robe raised his face. Hearing the words from his apprentice, he smiled helplessly. Unexpectedly, he was beheaded by the apprentice first and then played.

"This Tuoer."

Smiling, Lu Liangsheng patted the little apprentice on the shoulder, squeezed past the others and arrived at the restaurant. Without the guard noticing, he went straight to the second floor.

"Second Uncle, where is the national teacher?" Yu Wencheng was still looking around while pressing the fence. Yu Wentuo, who was in the middle, had already turned around, cupped his hands with his sleeves folded, and bowed down towards the stairs.

"Disciple Yu Wentuo, pay homage to Master."

Hearing this sound, the father and son hurriedly turned around, and saw the air twisting over there, their eyes blurred, and two figures, one big and one small, appeared there at some point.

Seeing an old man with white beard and hair, Yu Wenhuaji was just about to say: "Who are you..." Suddenly he reacted, his eyes widened, "National teacher?!"

"Hey, you're here."

Li Yuanba ignored the others, bowed his hands to the master, and jumped to Yu Wentuo's side, raised his face and raised his chin: "Master said you are very powerful, and there is a ring outside, I want to fight you."

"Yuanba."

Lu Liangsheng called softly, and then the young man curled his lips and backed away. Yu Wenhua, his father and son, and his apprentice invited him to sit down and take the first place. The green forests of the rivers and lakes and the people watching the martial arts competition below probably saw the sudden appearance of this side. The old man, still sitting in the seat of the Grand Master in the East Palace, immediately whispered to each other and started talking secretly.

"Who is this old man?"

"Isn't it a high official in the palace?" "I don't think so. He doesn't have the aura of a master official. Besides, who can let Grand Master Yuwen stand beside him? Even Shaoqing Yuwen is on the sidelines if he doesn't look at it?"

"Yeah, if you talk about the emperor, he's not that old."

"This old man smells like dust. He looks like a fairy. Could it be that he came from somewhere?"

In the whispered voice, Chen Jing, who was in the green forest crowd below the stage, was also looking there with doubts in his eyes. At this moment, there was a roar like thunder on the stage.

"Let me teach and teach!"

In an instant, in the eyes of everyone turning around, a black shadow buzzed and flew towards the arena. The Dongling leg that decided the winner above hit the black shadow with one kick, and the whole person stumbled back. The soles of the lowered feet kept rubbing against the stage, rubbing away the pain.

And in front, the black shadow was a cooked copper stick. When it flipped and fell in mid-air, it was firmly caught by a leaping figure, and the falling figure suddenly landed on the table. When he got up slowly, the ring was still trembling slightly from the movement of the fall just now.

Below, someone he knew shouted.

"It's the purple-faced king, Xiong Kuohai!!"

"Isn't he the bandit leader of Taihang Mountain? How dare he come to Chang'an, and he is not afraid of being arrested by the government."

"If he wins, what else will the government arrest him for, then he will be one of his own!"

"Hiss~~~ This martial arts competition is quite interesting, I don't know if there are any other powerful people coming."

"Hey, why is it so cloudy today, I almost can't see the stage clearly."

The uproarious exclamation spread to the second floor of the restaurant. Lu Liangsheng took the teacup and joked with Yu Wenhua, who was flattering at the side, and took a sip of tea. He didn't have much interest in the rivalry between the Jianghu people below. In his eyes, fighting with all his strength is just a matter of moving his fingers.

However, Li Yuanba, the little apprentice beside him, was in high spirits, rubbing his fists, looking eager to try.

"It's finally a bit decent. With such a strong body, it can definitely take two punches from me."

These words attracted Yu Wencheng's eyes.

The drizzle swayed and fell obliquely in the wind, the sky was overcast, and the dark clouds became more dense, slowly passing over from the horizon.

Outside the bustling and bustling city of Chang'an, there stood the City God's Temple surrounded by water vapor. A few strings of wind chimes hanging from the corners of the eaves suddenly moved, and a burst of bells echoed in the quiet temple.

Ding Ding Ding Ding~~~

The wind blew and the rain hit the door of the main hall, and between the empty temple doors, thin water mist surged, and a few blurred figures floated from a distance.

7 Chapter Twenty

The drizzling rain hangs bead curtains along the eaves, and the sound of wind chimes echoes the quiet temple.

Inside the closed gate of the main hall of the City God, ghosts wailed in the gloomy, green courtroom, and behind the extended altar, there was the sound of tinkling iron chains lingering in the deep corridors.

"Heavenly King, Ji has offended."

Between the mottled and rusted fence, an umbrella made of iron sheets and oiled paper slowly rotates to cover the figure locked by two iron chains. , while the iron chain was shaking, the figure could vaguely see Zhongzheng's majestic face, staring fiercely at Ji Xin who was wearing the city god's crown in front of him.

"You are a city god who committed the crime of imprisoning my Dharma. This king knows that it was not your intention, but was subject to the edict of the cultivator. When the heaven and the earth are connected, there will be no such selfish people in the world. You No need to..."

"The King!"