Chapter 269 The difference between victory and defeat, the stone gate will be opened again!
There was a turmoil in the world, and in less than half a month, there was a rumor that the owner of the island of Danjiang and the Goryeo "Master Yi Jian" had a battle in Huyue Gorge, with both sides suffering losses!
Suddenly, this news shocked the whole world.
It should be noted that from the moment the names of the three great masters were spread to the martial arts world outside the Central Plains, no one, whether in the Central Plains or outside the territory, has been able to challenge the name of the three great masters for decades!
Whether it is Qu Ao, the "flying eagle" of the Tiele clan in the grassland, or Shi Zhixuan, the "evil king" of the Demon Sect in the Central Plains who holds the secrets of both the Huajian and Butian Pavilion factions, neither of them has much to challenge the three with their current resources.
The chance and certainty of victory of the Grand Master!
"Master of Swordsmanship" Fu Cailin has been a powerful figure in foreign countries for nearly a hundred years. No matter whether it is in Goryeo or in the martial arts world of Middle-earth, few people have the courage to challenge him!
The Sui Dynasty was so powerful at that time that it recruited elites from the Central Plains in order to conquer Goryeo. However, even so, they still ended up being defeated in the three expeditions against Goryeo.
And the reason for this has to do with Fu Cailin!
Now Fu Cailin went to the Central Plains in person, but ended up fighting Xu Ziyi in a losing battle. Such news would naturally shock the world!
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that after this war, the pattern of the three great masters from outside the Middle-earth territory being on one side will be broken...
How terrifying a young grandmaster who is less than thirty years old can be. I have experienced the old enemies of Fu Cailin and Bi Xuan when they were in their prime, so I have the best experience!
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While people all over the world were arguing about this matter, the atmosphere on Banjiang Island rarely became serious. Even Xiao He'er, who had always been out-tempered, became much more restrained at this time and was no longer as usual as before.
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As for the reason, it has to do with Xu Ziyi's injury.
Although Xu Ziyi's return from the battle with Fu Cailin was true, the injuries he received were worrying...
It was another day, the sun was shining brightly, and Xu Ziyi was sitting in a rocking chair with his eyes closed to rest. His hair was disheveled and his face was pale. It was obvious that his injury had not yet recovered.
Fu Cailin is proficient in the way of life, and that sword is not just as simple as it appears, it contains his own unique spiritual rhythm and traces of the great path of enlightenment.
Even Xu Ziyi's body, which is like iron poured into copper, cannot completely resist the power of Fu Cailin's sword!
"Brother Xu, take the medicine!"
Cheng Lingsu's familiar voice rang out, and soon he saw the little sister walking over with a bowl of freshly brewed herbs in her hands. Beside her, Zhao Min and Xiao Zhao looked at Xu Ziyi expectantly.
Seeing this, Xu Ziyi could only smile bitterly, pinch his nose and pour the little girl's thoughts into his stomach.
Zhao Min and Xiao Zhao quickly asked nervously: "Brother Xu, are you feeling better?"
"Min Min, Zhao'er, even if Hua Tuo were alive, the medicine prepared by him would not be effective so quickly!" Cheng Lingsu couldn't help but shook his head after hearing this.
However, she didn't mean to blame the two girls in her heart. She understood that they were so smart that they could not understand this truth. It was just as the saying goes, caring leads to chaos.
"I feel better!" Xu Ziyi said with a smile.
His words are naturally false. How can the trouble left by Fu Cailin's sword be so easy to solve...
Not long after, I heard Xiao He'er outside the door say: "Sister Cheng, Master Zhang is here!"
Hearing this, Cheng Lingsu and his three daughters went out to greet them in person, and soon they saw Zhang Zhenren, a white-haired and childlike-faced man, walking into the house.
In the battle at Tiger Leap Gorge, not only did Xu Ziyi show off his prowess, but Master Zhang's Tai Chi sword was also famous all over the world. This was the first time that the four famous holy monks all over the world admitted that their skills were inferior to others...
It was also thanks to Master Zhang's intervention that Xu Ziyi was able to successfully return to Lanjiang Island.
"Zhenzhen Zhang, Brother Xu is injured and I need you to help me..."
Having said this, Cheng Lingsu, Zhao Min, and Xiao Zhao saluted Zhang Sanfeng at the same time.
"I try my best!"
Zhang Sanfeng looked solemn when he heard this, nodded slowly and said.
Then the three women left the hut with a tacit understanding. With their intelligence, it was obvious that Xu Ziyi was pretending to be fine, but among the three women, Cheng Lingsu was undoubtedly the most skilled in medicine.
But even Cheng Lingsu was helpless in the face of Xu Ziyi's internal injuries. Because Xu Ziyi's injuries were far more severe than ordinary internal injuries, ordinary medicinal stones alone had little effect.
In the hut, Zhang Sanfeng was personally taking Xu Ziyi's pulse. However, with this hand, Zhang Sanfeng's expression suddenly changed. It didn't take much time to sense that Xu Ziyi had a sharp sword intent in his body.
"Master Zhang, don't worry. Master Lu tried to use Yi Jin Jing to help me dissolve this sword intent before, but he was almost seriously injured by it..."
Seeing the sudden change in Zhang Sanfeng's expression, knowing that the other party also understood his current situation, Xu Ziyi shook his head and smiled.
After saying this, Xu Ziyi slowly raised his left hand and saw blood beads oozing out from the tip of his index finger. Zhang Sanfeng looked at it intently for a moment, but it didn't heal for a long time.
It should be noted that with Xu Ziyi's current skill, such a small wound can be healed in a matter of minutes. However, it has not healed for a long time, which is naturally extremely abnormal.
"Fu Cailin's understanding of the path of life is indeed terrifying. It seems that my external injuries have healed, but in fact Fu Cailin's remaining sword intent is still devouring life in my body!"
Looking at his fingertips, Xu Ziyi said slowly.
It seems that only a drop of blood leaks out from his fingertips, but in fact, the essence and blood in his body are slowly draining away. It's okay that the time is short. If it stays like this for a long time, even a person as strong as Xu Ziyi will not be able to withstand dripping water.
The consumption of stone penetration!
"This sword intent is indeed terrifying!" Zhang Sanfeng sighed as he brushed his beard.
Even though he was a hundred years old, he didn't know how to expel the remaining sword intent in Xu Ziyi's body...
"It's a pity that I haven't perfected the magic skill of wedding clothes yet, otherwise this sword intention wouldn't be able to do anything to me..."
Feeling the sword intent stealing life in his body all the time, Xu Ziyi couldn't help but shook his head.
With the tyranny and fierceness of the Wedding Clothes Divine Art, if he were to master it, he would definitely be able to wipe it out of the body, and naturally it would not cause such hidden dangers...
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Now that this remaining sword intention is stealing life from my body, even if I succeed in the wedding ceremony, it will be difficult to get rid of it as easily as in the beginning.
Unless he can take this magical skill of wedding clothes to a higher level...
As the saying goes, it's hard to make any further progress before a hundred feet of progress. With his current level of cultivation, it would be extremely difficult for him to make a breakthrough, and with the domineering power of the Wedding Clothes Divine Art, it would be even harder for him to make progress!
And if it weren't for his extraordinary physical strength, this residual sword intent would not only take away his life, but would also take his life in an instant!
"There is no better way now, unless we wait until the stone gate opens..."
Knowing that he had no good strategy at the moment, Xu Ziyi could only shake his head.
"However, although my injury is difficult to recover from, Fu Cailin's situation will only get worse..."
Speaking of this, Xu Ziyi suddenly turned his head and looked north.
All things in the world cannot be born without the sun, and without the growth of the yin. The true energy of the Wedding Clothes Divine Art is so powerful that even in the world of Huang Yi, it is rare in the world.
Fu Cailin sacrificed his life and stabbed himself with a sword, and he was also injured by the force of his own palm. Under the powerful and domineering Qi of the Wedding Clothes Divine Art, his injuries would only become more serious.
At the same time, far away in the "empty mountain hermitage" in the Yumeng Mountains of Jiangdong, Shifei Xuan, dressed in men's clothing, looks more like a fairy who has descended from the world and the whole world has been transformed into a fairyland due to her sudden appearance.
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However, at this time, she frowned slightly, and saw Fu Cailin, who was originally full of strange charm in the eyes of everyone, sitting in the hall with disheveled hair.
Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling were approaching full strength. With their rare yin and yang powers, they were trying their best to neutralize the violent flame energy in Fu Cailin's body.
But even so, Fu Cailin's face became paler and white hair gradually appeared on his long black hair. Obviously, his situation was still not very optimistic.
"That's all, let me go to Jing Nian Zen Monastery in person!"
Facing Fu Cailin's current injury, Shi Feixuan, as the successor of this generation of Jing Nian Zen Monastery, was completely helpless. After thinking about it, she could only think of the Zen Master Luokong.
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Twelve miles away from the east gate of Kaifeng, there is a small town called Houjianji. This town was named after Hou Ying. At that time, Hou Ying was the supervisor of Yimen in Daliang. There are mountains to the east of Daliang City, and the mountains are flat.
, called Yishan, and the east city gate was called Yimen. The supervisor of Yimen was the clerk guarding the east gate of Daliang.
It was already evening on this day, and the villagers who came from all over to go to the market were carrying their own burdens and carrying baskets, and they were returning one after another. Suddenly, there was a faint sound of horse hooves in the northeast corner. The sound of hooves was getting closer, and it turned out to be a large team.
There were at least two hundred people and horses, with galloping hooves and the riders galloping. Everyone looked at each other and said, "Most of the officers and soldiers have arrived."
Some said: "Get out of the way quickly. The officers, soldiers and horses will rush in and kick over the burden. That's fine. I'll trample you to death. You deserve it."
The sound of hoofbeats was mixed with bursts of whistles. After a while, whistles echoed from east to west, south to north, and whistles came from all directions, seeming to surround the Hou Supervisor Group. Everyone was shocked.
Some people who have more experience cannot help but wonder in their hearts: "Is Zhe a robber?"
Just when everyone was suspicious, they saw four or five strong horses from the east end of the market rushing over. The rider on the horse was dressed in black, wearing a Fanyang bamboo hat on his head, holding a shining steel knife in each hand, and shouted loudly: "Fellow,
Everyone, please stand still and move for a while, but don’t blame the knife for not opening eyes." He yelled, clapped his horse and galloped westward.
The horseshoes clattered against the bluestone, making a frightening sound.
Before the sound of hoofbeats stopped, another seven or eight horses rushed from the west compartment. The athletes on the horses were also dressed in black, wearing bamboo hats, and the brim of their hats were held down low. These people usually yelled: "Don't move obediently. That's okay. I like to eat." The straight-faced ones will come out!"
The waiter at the grocery store on the street heard this, but he didn't take it seriously. He still smiled and said: "What does the noodles taste like..."
He was usually a talkative person. Just when he was about to tell a joke, he didn't know that he didn't finish his sentence. Immediately, a big man swung his riding crop, threw it into the counter, hooked the waiter's neck, and with a bang, Thrown him to the street.
The big man's horse galloped forward, dragging the man along. A horse came up from behind and stepped down with its front hooves. The man wailed and died before his eyes.
When others saw this, they were naturally trembling with fear...
Five or six doors away from the grocery store, there is a sesame cake and fried dough stick shop. The oil in the pan is sizzling hot, and seven or eight fried dough sticks are placed on the wire rack. An old man with gray hair bends over and kneads the flour into small pieces. Then he pressed the ball into a round piece, seemingly turning a blind eye to the thrilling tragedy in front of him.
He sprinkled some chopped green onion on the pancake, folded it diagonally, pinched the edge, grabbed some sesame seeds in a yellow sand bowl, sprinkled it on the pancake, then picked it up with iron tongs and put it in the oven.
But at this sesame seed cake stall, there was a man in a green shirt slowly sitting outside the shop, eating freshly baked sesame seed cakes as if no one else was around.
This man looked to be only around 20 years old, but his appearance was quite handsome. He obviously came from a wealthy family. But now that everyone on the street saw that he was still so careful about his identity, they couldn't help but feel secretly worried about him.
It should be noted that this group of strong men are ruthless in their attacks. This young man looks so tender-skinned that he may not even be able to withstand the opponent's knife...
At this time, the whistling all around had stopped, the horses were no longer walking, and there was silence in a market of seven to eight hundred people. Even the crying children had their mouths held down by their parents to prevent them from making any sound. Everyone was silent. While I was holding my breath, I could only hear the sound of someone's leather boots clicking, clicking, clicking, approaching from the west along the street.
This man walked very slowly, and the heavy footsteps sounded like stepping on everyone's heart. The footsteps gradually came closer, and the sun was just about to set. A long figure was reflected on the street, and as the footsteps The sound slowly approached.
Everyone on the street seemed to be petrified, except for the old cake seller who was still making his sesame seed cakes. The sound of leather boots suddenly stopped outside the sesame cake shop. The man looked at the old cake seller up and down, and then glanced at him with his peripheral vision. The man in green shirt on the side suddenly sneered three times. He was obviously very surprised that there are actually people in this world who are not afraid of death!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The old cake seller slowly raised his head and saw that the man in front of him was extremely tall, with a face as bumpy as an orange peel and full of pimples.
The old cake seller smiled and said: "Uncle, do you want to buy cakes? One penny each." He picked up the iron tongs, took out a hot sesame cake from the oven, and placed it on the white board.
The tall man sneered again, looked sideways at the man in green shirt still sitting in front of him, and couldn't help but said: "Get out of here!"
However, it had been a long time since he finished speaking, and the man in green shirt in front of him remained motionless.
"court death!"
In an instant, the tall man lost his composure and grabbed the man in green shirt's shoulder with his right palm.
However, before he could take action, there was a loud "Peng" sound, and the tall man suddenly flew backwards. No one present could see clearly what was going on.
Only the owner of a coffin shop not far away looked dumbfounded as he unexpectedly found a person lying in his fine coffin!
"You are so lucky to be able to lie in a fine pear wood coffin!"
The man in green shirt slowly wiped his hands, then looked back behind him, then shook his head.
"If I were you, I would hand over the things!"
The man in green shirt then looked back at the old cake buyer in front of him.
"Is your Majesty also here for that kind of thing?"
But the old cake buyer couldn't laugh anymore. At this time, he bravely looked at the handsome man in front of him and asked slowly.
His original name was Wu Daotong, and he was originally from the world of martial arts. This time, he got something by chance and hid it here because he wanted to meet that person.
Unexpectedly, two years passed in the blink of an eye. Not only did he not see that person, but today he also provoked the strongman from the "Golden Knife Village".
He originally wanted to refuse to admit it, but today, his sesame cake shop has an extraordinarily skilled person.
Although his martial arts skills were average, he thought he was pretty good with his moves. This young man was able to send the tall man from Jin Dao Village flying ten feet away without even looking back.
Wu Daotong has never seen such martial arts and internal skills before...
After thinking about it, Wu Daotong couldn't help but sigh secretly, and then took out something from his arms. This thing was dark, like a piece of iron.
"Xuantie Order?"
After seeing the three characters "Xie Yanke" left on the iron piece, the man in green shirt also changed his expression slightly, and he obviously recognized the origin of the iron piece.
"Young Master also recognized this object?"
At this time Wu Daotong couldn't help but smile bitterly.
This seemingly inconspicuous piece of iron is the Black Iron Token specially made by Xie Yanke, the "Flying Master", to thank his three friends. Two of them have already been used.
Now there is only one thing left in his hand, which has not been taken back. He got this thing by chance and originally wanted to use it to beg Xie Yanke.
"Boy, I advise you to hand over your things!"
At the same time, I saw that more than a hundred people were tightly surrounded on the long street. All of these people were holding swords and looked fierce. The leader among them was a short and thin old man.
But now, this short and thin old man was staring greedily at the dark token in the hand of the man in green shirt.
"Take care, sir!"
Seeing this, Wu Daotong's eyes twitched, and after speaking, he rushed into the town behind him in the blink of an eye.
"I, Zhou Mu, belong to the Golden Knife Village..."
When Wu Daotong saw that the situation was not going well and left, the short and thin old man ignored him. Instead, his eyes flashed and he stared at the man in green shirt in front of the sesame cake shop.
"roll!"
However, before Zhou Mu could finish his sentence, he heard the man in green shirt suddenly speak. What seemed like a light word "gun" actually made the crowd stagger.
Many people even fell down on the spot, and the same happened to Zhou Mu. He had just barely managed to stabilize his body, but by now his mouth and nose were bleeding and his head was dizzy.
With just one word of power, he was seriously injured!
In shock, Zhou Mu naturally understood that the man in green shirt in front of him was an expert he couldn't afford to offend, so he crawled and fled the town in a hurry with a group of people.
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As the saying goes, things come and go quickly. After a while, the whole town returned to its previous tranquility. Seeing the strongmen leaving, the residents of the town were relieved and hurriedly closed their shop doors.
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In an instant, there was only one person left in the entire long street, which looked very lonely and desolate!
ps: The level of martial arts in the Tang Dynasty is several levels lower than that of Legend of Bianhuang, not to mention Shattering the Void and Turning the Clouds and Rain!