Chapter 19 The Eight Directions (Part 2)—The Battle of the Imperial City (Part 1)
These words were more damning than what Song Zhiwen said, and immediately caused a roar of laughter. It was obvious that most people were on the opposite side to Long Ying, and of course they did not think highly of him, and were not afraid of his revenge, because in their eyes, this person
The dragon eagle at that time was not much different from the dead.
This time Long Ying's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations. He turned away and stared at the big man who was talking and said: "It turns out to be Brother Chu. If Long can make the fake monk get rid of his long stick within ten moves, Brother Chu will take over for the master."
Lose me ten taels of gold, or Long will pay you ten taels." After saying that, he showed his snow-white teeth and showed a smile as bright as the sun. It made people feel that not only was he facing the enemy calmly, but he also didn't take the upcoming decisive battle to heart at all.
superior.
The whole place was in an uproar.
Chu Yuantian is worthy of being a master, his expression remains unchanged, and he smiles dumbly: "Suppose Brother Long is unfortunately torn into eight pieces, who can Chu Yuantian ask to recover his debt?"
This time, no one dared to laugh and agree, because they knew that Dragon Eagle was not simple.
Chu Yuantian changed his name to "Brother Long." and called himself "Chu Mou." He pretended to be a man of the world.
Lai Junchen really wanted to go out and carry the bet money for Long Ying, but he only hated that as soon as he opened his mouth, he would immediately offend Wei Wang Wu Chengsi, which would make his current situation even worse, and he finally dared not speak.
Longying understood his difficulties and had no intention of blaming him. This matter could have been easily solved. As long as he immediately took out ten taels of gold and threw it at the elm, the problem in front of him would be easily solved. He just wished that he could not get out a piece of gold.
Come on.
Suddenly, a deliberately low voice came from a table in the corner by the window: "I am responsible for the bets, but after Brother Long wins, he must give me half of the money."
There was a commotion in the cafeteria, and people kept standing up or looking around to see who dared to openly offend Wu Chengsi, who was famous for holding grudges. When he saw "him" sitting next to Di Renjie, although he still didn't know who it was, they all knew it must be him.
He is a man with a lot of background. Listening to his words, it is obvious that he has full confidence in Long Ying.
Long Ying glanced at it and was shocked, recognizing that it was Duan Muling, the Fairy of Jingzhai, who had changed into men's casual clothes and a hat. She was indeed here.
No one else dared to answer. The people at Di Renjie's table spoke, and the barriers were clearly defined. They became two political groups headed by Wu Chengsi and Di Renjie. They competed in another form through Longying. Who dares to intervene?
?Even the Zhang brothers are not willing to offend anyone casually.
After Wu Chan ascended the throne, Li Dan, who was named Crown Prince when he was asked to choose the crown prince's daughter, everyone knew that it was Wu Zhao's temporary plan and he was purely a transitional figure.
Wu Chengsi fully supported Wu Zhao's massacre of the Li Tang clan for his own personal interests. He always regarded himself as the natural heir to the Wu family. However, he was strongly opposed by important ministers and generals headed by Di Renjie, so Wu Zhao had to put the overall situation first and temporarily put it aside.
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Di Renjie and others were interested in Li Xian. First of all, he had been a short-lived emperor and had the legal status of a prince because of his longevity. The current struggle in the court revolved around the succession to the throne.
A middle-aged counselor-type scholar next to Chu Yuantian had enough time to say: "Zhang also wants to follow the example of Master Ying and ask Your Excellency who is the speaker, whether he is qualified to speak on behalf of the country's elders, and whether he can come up with ten taels of gold afterwards."
Lai Junchen said to Long Ying: "This is Wu Chengsi's number one adviser Zhang Jiafu from Fenggeshe."
Even though he was banned, Di Renjie still smiled and said nothing.
Duanmuling, who was dressed in men's clothing, said calmly: "What's the difference between having gold and not having gold? I never gamble, just because this is a game where I only win and I don't lose, so I just have fun."
Everyone was in an uproar, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.
A majestic and melodious voice suddenly sounded, suppressing all the noise and said: "Zhang Jiafu, you are vainly conceited about your talent. Who can sit next to the old lady's chair is not an ordinary person, but her eyesight is worth more than ten taels of gold.
I dare to guarantee with my life that she is the other person here besides Brother Long who can definitely kill Xue Huaiyi. If you still want to nag, if you have the ability, come and get the gold from Wan."
The speaker was none other than Wan Renyu, who is known as the world's best swordsman. He took out a heavy leather bag from his arms and placed it on the table. Of course, no one knew what was in it, but watching him speak
Shi's arrogance was such that even Zhang Jiafu didn't dare to pour two gold coins out of him to take a look.
There was silence for a moment.
Wan Renyu spoke, and the whole situation was completely reversed. Everyone on Wu Chengsi's side was restrained. He made it clear who the unknown person beside Di Renjie was. The most shocking thing was that Wan Renyu was a master known throughout the country.
Although Xue Huaiyi was a powerful person, he was still inferior to him. Because no one wanted to offend Wu Zhao, it was difficult to teach Xue Huaiyi a lesson. And he had such high regard for Long Ying and that person, who had the qualifications to question it?
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Duan Muling suddenly said: "May I ask Brother Long, how long does it take for Xue Huaiyi to arrive here?"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. How could they guess such a thing?
Longying laughed and said: "Inquiries from heaven, this mortal has no choice but to show his shame. Within three breaths, we can hear the sound of his hooves."
As soon as the voice fell, the faint perceptible sound of hoofbeats came closer and closer, becoming clear and clear in an instant.
Long Ying shouted: "Fake monk Xue Huaiyi, get back upstairs!"
Chapter 13 The decisive battle in the imperial city (Part 1)
Xue Huaiyi, who stepped into the third floor of the Bafang Pavilion, was like a life-threatening evil spirit who had burst into the world from the underworld. His left hand was put behind his back, and a heavy iron rod stretched out from behind him about a foot long. This Wu Zhao was tough.
The abbot of the White Horse Temple he held out was tall and sturdy, with a rugged face. The hand hanging on his right side was twice as big as that of an ordinary person. His neck was as thick as an ox, showing his extraordinary physique. He wore gray monk robes and had fierce eyes. When he looked at it,
Dragon Eagle, bystanders actually have the illusion that his gaze can crush the opponent.
At this time, everyone, including Lai Junchen, retreated to both sides and watched with bated breath, forming a huge oppressive force that enveloped the entire restaurant battlefield.
The most relaxed person in the audience was Long Ying. He was still sitting in the chair with dignity, holding the soup in both hands and drinking it happily. After not leaving a drop, he put down the soup bowl. It seemed that he finally noticed the existence of his opponent and showed a bright and a bit lazy look.
With a smile, his eyes brightened, but the sparkle was restrained, as if there was something hidden under his eyes, making his eyes even deeper, with a soul-stirring magical power.
Xue Huaiyi's monk's robe suddenly fluttered in the wind and made a roaring sound, indicating that he could activate it at any moment by gathering his power, and it would be a thunderous force until his opponent was defeated and killed.
In addition to the large round table where Long Ying sat, there were three other round tables separated between the two, which were covered with cups, plates, dishes and leftover food, all of which they had no time to clean up.
Xue Huaiyi's clear attitude towards Long Ying made him want to drink his blood and eat his flesh. However, he was an experienced master after all. He knew that Long Ying deliberately provoked him, but he knew that, with his status
status, if he doesn't take action immediately, others will think he is timid.
Long Ying spread his hands and said with a smile: "You've just finished drinking the soup! Don't do anything yet!"
Xue Huaiyi said slowly word by word: "Isn't it easy for you to die?"
When he said the last word, his huge body jumped onto the table closest to him, pointed to the tip of his toes, and moved to the second table. He was as flexible and light as a raccoon or a cat, and had the visual effect of shrinking into an inch.
It's just this amazing movement that makes people understand why he can still stand up despite running rampant for many years and killing countless people.
In the next step, he moved to the third tabletop as fast as the wind, without touching any dishes on the tabletop. There was no sound when he touched the table, and his accuracy in identifying the position was astonishing.
Some bystanders couldn't help but cheer, adding to his power.
At this moment when the soldiers were fighting hand to hand and the war was about to break out, Wu Ying still had time to laugh and said: "You are drinking by mistake!"
"Pooh!"
Xue Huaiyi shouted wildly, and the ground was scorched with thunder. In the next moment, he rushed towards Long Ying in the air, holding a stick in both hands, and struck the head of Long Ying who was sitting peacefully.
Long Ying raised his hands and faced the other party with the table covered with cups, plates and dishes.
Xue Huaiyi's sight was obscured by the tabletop. Secondly, he did not want to be splashed with food, which made him lose face. He suddenly fell back to the ground from the air.
He covered it and turned it to fall sideways to his left side, blocking the "hidden weapons" of dishes that came with the table.
There were even more cheers, and needless to say, not all of them were on his side.
Dragon Eagle appeared in front of him again, still sitting on the chair, and said with a smile: "One move!"
Everyone except Xue Huaiyi understood what Long Ying meant.
Xue Huaiyi was almost angry to death. He yelled angrily and struck Long Ying head-on with the iron bar for the second time. Everyone shook their heads as Long Ying was unarmed. If he wanted to deal with the opponent's internal master Heng Lian and the iron bar with bare hands, it was the same as seeking death.
Seeing that Long Ying was struck to the head and died miserably, and the blow was clearly on target, Long Ying actually moved back more than a foot with his chair, and the tip of the stick almost fell half a foot in front of the tip of his nose.
Xue Huaiyi was shocked. He couldn't see clearly why the dragon eagle moved faster than his stick. The iron rod was still a few feet away from the dragon eagle's head. He was sure that the dragon eagle was still in its original position, but he didn't know that it hit the empty space.
I immediately suffered from the pain of using the wrong strength.
"when!"
The head of the stick hit the ground hard, splinters flying everywhere.
Almost everyone onlookers couldn't believe their eyes.
Xue Huaiyi had no time to change his move, Dragon Eagle finally activated, and the whole person bounced up. The chair he was riding on was raised in the air with both hands, making a gesture of smashing it down from high. However, at this time, he was at least a few feet away from Xue Huaiyi, and there was no need to look after him.
There is no way to threaten the opponent. In the minds of bystanders, even if he hits the opponent, with Xue Huaiyi's horizontal kung fu, it is like a dragonfly shaking a stone pillar, and it is impossible to cause any harm.
Xue Huaiyi dragged the stick back, and at the same time took advantage of the situation to lift up, preparing to attack Long Ying's lower body. Unexpectedly, when the stick rose to the height of his waist, it was hit by Long Ying's toes pushing him down.
With a light touch, Xue Huaiyi suddenly felt as if the head of the stick had been hit hard by a heavy hammer. Not to mention changing the move, even if he lifted it half an inch higher, he would not be able to do it.
As soon as the stick was lightened, Long Ying's other toe pointed at the middle of the stick, and the chair, which was not threatening at all, turned into a head-to-head glare and was thrown down diagonally towards Xue Huaiyi, who was so angry that his eyes were spitting fire.