"Don't call me ancestor again, I'm scared to death!" Wang Liangyu stared at Zhang Zhiyou and said sternly.
Zhang Zhiyou was obedient and immediately changed his name to "senior".
Huang Rong on the side couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing, like a cunning little fox.
Wang Liangyu glared at Huang Rong, then looked at Zhang Zhiyou and asked, "Is Chunqiu Pavilion in Taishi Mountain?"
From the name, Wang Liangyu already knew that the Spring and Autumn Pavilion was most likely the Sutra Pavilion that he ordered Lu Qi to build for the Taoism Conference.
Zhang Zhiyou shook his head and replied: "After thousands of years of ups and downs, the original Chunqiu Pavilion has long disappeared in the long river of history. The current Spring and Autumn Pavilion is a later imitation." After speaking, he looked at Wang Liangyu cautiously and saw that his expression was as usual, with a low expression.
Sheng added, "In order to avoid attracting attention, Chunqiu Pavilion was not built in Taishi Mountain."
Wang Liangyu didn't say anything when he heard this. He pondered for a while and said: "We have been chatting for so long, and there are some things that I think it would be better to explain clearly!" He raised his hand to stop Zhang Zhiyou who was about to speak, and continued.
He said, "Let me finish!"
"I'm very pleased that you can respect me, an inexplicable ancestor. However, there is no free lunch in the world, and my relationship with you is far from being such a good one."
"I think you have something to ask for."
"But, like I said before, I can't help you. This is the truth!"
Wang Liangyu is very clear-headed and will not get lost just because Zhang Zhiyou said something about his ancestors. He has never been good for no reason. Is it really because Zhang Zhiyou is so pleased with himself because he is the ancestor of the Spring and Autumn Storytellers?
Don't be kidding!
People's hearts are prone to change, not to mention the passing of thousands of years.
Zhang Zhiyou looked at Wang Liangyu in astonishment, his face gradually becoming embarrassed.
"Let's face it, everyone is fine, everyone can get what they need!" Wang Liangyu looked carefree and said with a smile.
Zhang Zhiyou coughed lightly, looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "Old Ancestor, whether it is me or all the storytellers of the Spring and Autumn Period, we respect you from the bottom of our hearts and have absolutely no selfish motives." After a pause, he spoke loudly again.
He said, "What's more, our ancestors also passed down the practice method to the storytellers, and their kindness to the Spring and Autumn Storytellers is like an ocean. How can we not repay him with a spring of water!"
"Really?" Wang Liangyu still didn't believe it.
Seeing Wang Liangyu's doubts, Zhang Zhiyou was speechless, sighed and said: "Ancestor, we really have nothing else to ask for." After that, he spread his hands and said, "Although Chunqiu Pavilion is secretive, as long as you pay
For the price, anyone can enter the pavilion and read hundreds of classics. It is just a convenience to allow the ancestor to enter the pavilion."
When Wang Liangyu heard this, he frowned and asked: "Chunqiu Pavilion, is it so worthless? Can anyone enter?"
"Not everyone can enter, you still have to pay some price." Zhang Zhiyou coughed dryly and explained, "When Xiaoyaozi entered the cabinet, he paid for it with "Xiaoyao Yufeng". Later, Xiao Feng, Xu Feng
Zhuzi also entered the pavilion and left their special skills in Chunqiu Pavilion."
Huang Rong pursed her lips, with a hint of surprise on her pretty face: "Exchanging kung fu for a chance to enter the pavilion? Is it possible that this is how the martial arts in Chun Qiu Pavilion came about?"
"The hundreds of classics stored in Chunqiu Pavilion have three sources. One is the one just mentioned; the second is that some sects with endangered sects took the initiative to leave sect classics in Chunqiu Pavilion and entrusted us to help them find them.
Suitable successors so that the sect can be passed on." Zhang Zhiyou shook his head and explained, "The last type is collected by the Spring and Autumn Storytellers on their own initiative. Most of these types of inheritance have been cut off for too long, and almost all the classics we have collected are
It’s incomplete.”
After saying that, Zhang Zhiyou changed his voice and brought the topic back. He looked at Huang Rong and said with a smile: "The Chunqiu Pavilion stores hundreds of classics, and the martial arts secret books are only part of them. If there is an orphan classic, it will be the same as a copy."
It can be exchanged for the opportunity to join the cabinet."
"Does the Chunqiu Pavilion contain the Jiuyin Sutra?" Huang Rong asked with a thought in mind.
Zhang Zhiyou was silent for a moment and nodded.
"Is it really true?!" Huang Rong was very shocked, her face full of disbelief.
Wang Liangyu thought about it and said with a strange expression: "Could it be that this Nine Yin Sutra was left by Wang Chongyang?"
Presumably, the storytellers of the Spring and Autumn Period would not take the initiative to participate in the competition for the Nine Yin Scriptures, so the Nine Yin Scriptures could only be left to others, the most likely of whom was Wang Chongyang.
Zhang Zhiyou nodded again.
"Isn't it bad for you to leak user information like this?" Wang Liangyu couldn't help but complain as he looked at Zhang Zhiyou who looked frank.
Zhang Zhiyou smiled and explained sheepishly: "Isn't this the ancestor's consultation?"
"You still blame me?" Hearing this, Wang Liangyu feigned anger and prepared to fight.
Zhang Zhiyou remained motionless and kept shouting: "Don't dare!"
"Seriously, where is the Chunqiu Pavilion now? I'll go in and have a look after I finish what I'm doing!" Wang Liangyu ignored Zhang Zhiyou's joke, straightened his face, and asked seriously.
Zhang Zhiyou hesitated for a moment and said: "At that time, the ancestor can come and find me, and I will take the ancestor into the Chunqiu Pavilion."
"Why, are you keeping this secret now?" Wang Liangyu was a little strange and looked at Zhang Zhiyou in surprise. This was not like his previous enthusiastic attitude!
Zhang Zhiyou shook his head and explained: "Ancestor, Chunqiu Pavilion is special and requires some special means to enter."
"Special means?" Wang Liangyu became more and more curious and wanted to ask more questions, but after thinking about it he stopped talking, unwilling to bully others.
Later, Wang Liangyu and Zhang Zhiyou agreed on a time, and then took Huang Rong back to Lin'an.
A night of silence.
The next day, after breakfast, Huang Rong took Wang Liangyu for a stroll again.
The day passed in a blink of an eye.
In the dead of night, Wang Liangyu and Huang Rong quietly walked toward the palace.
"Rong'er, you said you should stay at the inn and have a good rest, why don't you come with me?" Wang Liangyu let go of the tall palace wall and couldn't help but mutter to Huang Rong beside him, "I just want to talk to Emperor Zhao Song.
There is no point in talking about it all day long!"
Huang Rong had a smile on her face, her eyes stared around, and she said coquettishly: "Brother Yu, I've never been to the palace before. Come in and gain experience!"
"How many times have you been in and out of Dadu Imperial Palace!" Wang Liangyu rolled his eyes.
"That's the Kingdom of Jin, how can it be the same as the Song Dynasty!" Huang Rong defended and dragged Wang Liangyu inside, "Brother Yu, stop talking nonsense and hurry up and find Emperor Zhao Song!"
Wang Liangyu looked helpless and walked through the palace with Huang Rong.
After a while, Wang Liangyu discovered a palace that might be the residence of Emperor Zhao and Song.
"There are too many people, right?" Huang Rong lay on the glazed roof, looking down at the guards surrounding the dormitory, speechless.
Wang Liangyu didn't take it seriously. His eyes passed directly over the group of armored warriors outside the palace and landed on the figure in front of the palace door.
"Is that Taoist Priest Qiu Chujiqiu?" Huang Rong followed Wang Liangyu's gaze and almost screamed.
Wang Liangyu nodded, with a gloomy expression on his face.
When he was at Guiyun Village, Wang Liangyu heard Yang Kang say that the Quanzhen Sect had a relationship with the Zhao Song royal family, but he didn't expect that the relationship was so deep that even Qiu Chuji came to guard the Zhao Song Emperor.
"Brother Yu, what should we do now?" Huang Rong turned to look at Wang Liangyu, her expression also a little ugly.
Wang Liangyu pondered for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said slowly: "I came to see Emperor Zhao Song just for a chat and a heart-to-heart talk, so let's be honest!"
With that said, Wang Liangyu held Huang Rong's waist with one hand, tiptoed a little, and flew into the small courtyard in front of the dormitory like a flying fairy.
As he fell, Wang Liangyu opened his mouth and shouted: "Wang Liangyu, King of Wu, is here to pay a visit to Emperor Zhao Song!"
"There's an assassin!"
A cry of surprise rang out, and all the armored warriors around the dormitory quickly moved, surrounding Wang Liangyu and Huang Rong in the blink of an eye.
Wang Liangyu snorted coldly and started to kill.
In an instant, all the armored warriors fell into an endless illusion, as if they were in a tragic killing field. In front of their eyes were swarms of enemies and bloody swords. In order to survive, they all fought with red faces, completely forgetting who they were.
In the palace.
"God is kind to you, Mr. Wang, please let them go!" Qiu Chuji stood up and looked at Wang Liangyu who landed on the ground with a complicated expression.
Wang Liangyu chuckled, raised his hand, and put away his killing intent.
As soon as the killing force subsided, the armored warriors woke up from the illusion in an instant. Even when they saw their former colleagues killed and wounded in their hands, they all had expressions of disbelief. In a flash, they all looked at Wang Liangyu in the center with fear in their eyes.
He made no secret of his fear and dared not take a step forward again.
"Thank you, Young Master Wang!" Qiu Chuji thanked him with his hands, but he was still worried.
After the Quanzhen Sect moved to Jiangnan, it established a relationship with the royal family of Zhao and Song Dynasties. In exchange, the Quanzhen Sect needed to protect the safety of the Zhao and Song royal family. Therefore, Qiu Chuji expected this day, but he did not expect that this day would come so quickly.
"Niubi, now is the time, don't act like your senior anymore!" Wang Liangyu was polite, but Huang Rong was not polite at all. As soon as he came up, he said to Qiu Chuji, "You are a monk, why don't you stay in the Taoist temple properly?
,What are you doing here!"
Qiu Chuji was stunned and speechless. He waved his whisk and simply ignored Huang Rong. He turned to look at Wang Liangyu and asked, "I wonder, Mr. Wang, why you are here?"
"Let's talk to Emperor Zhao Song and have a heart-to-heart talk!" Wang Liangyu looked at Qiu Chuji casually, looked past the closed palace door, and shouted towards the inside, "Emperor Zhao, please come out and see me!"
In the dormitory, after Wang Liangyu shouted the first sentence, Emperor Zhao Song was so frightened that he peeed. At this moment, he hid under the bed and trembled.
Hearing Wang Liangyu's shouts, Emperor Zhao Song shivered even more, and shouted to his servants tremblingly, looking fierce and confused: "Where is the forbidden army? Why haven't you killed him yet?"
"Both the official family and the imperial army..." The chamberlain witnessed the scene of the imperial army killing each other in the small courtyard. Although he did not know what was going on, he could see that the internal strife among the imperial army was caused by Wang Liangyu, and he also understood that the imperial army did not dare to take action.
But how to say this to the officials?
Just as he was hesitating, Wang Liangyu's shout came from outside the hall again.
"If the Emperor of the Zhao family is unwilling to come out, then I will go in!"
"Don't let him in!" When Emperor Zhao Song heard this, he immediately screamed with panic on his face, "Quickly, order the Qiu Qing family to stop him! Stop him!"
Without Emperor Zhao and Song's orders, Qiu Chuji had already drawn his long sword when Wang Liangyu walked towards the bedroom, and his intention was self-evident.
"Qiu Chuji, you ungrateful guy, have you forgotten who saved your Quanzhen Sect from escaping from Zhongnan Mountain!" Before Wang Liangyu could speak, Huang Rong beside him couldn't help but yelled at Qiu Chuji.
Qiu Chuji looked ashamed and opened his mouth to speak, but could not utter a single word. In the end, it turned into a helpless sigh.
Huang Rong was even more dissatisfied when she saw this. She was about to say more, but Wang Liangyu reached out to stop her.
"Taoist Master Qiu, you should know that you are no match for me!"
"Just do your best!" Qiu Chuji said with a bitter look on his face, shaking his head.
Qiu Chuji knew in his heart that there was no chance of winning this battle, but for the Quanzhen Sect, he had to stay here and fight Wang Liangyu, even if he died!
Wang Liangyu nodded to express his understanding.
Then, with just one move, Qiu Chuji was sent flying.
Wang Liangyu had no intention of dealing with Qiu Chuji, so he started with full firepower and burst out at 100% speed. Before Qiu Chuji could even recover, he struck him out with one palm.
This scene shocked everyone again.
Qiu Chuji's ability to guard the palace gate was proven by his strength, and he was invincible in defeating anyone in the palace.
However, such a master couldn't even sustain a single move in Wang Liangyu's hands. So, how powerful should this Wang Liangyu, who is known as the Martial Emperor, be?
In the dormitory, the chamberlain who had been observing the situation outside the palace was also dumbfounded.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Emperor Zhao Song, who was hiding under the bed, noticed the expression on the servant's face and asked eagerly: "How? But the Qiu Qing family won?"
"Reporting to the official's house, Taoist Master Qiu was knocked away with a palm!" The servant came back to his senses and tried hard to suppress the panic expression on his face, but his voice trembled unconsciously.
"ah?"
Emperor Zhao Song was stunned on the spot when he heard this, and immediately shrank under the bed, muttering to himself: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"
"Emperor Zhao, I'm coming in!"
At this moment, Wang Liangyu opened the palace door and walked into the dormitory.
The dormitory was in a mess. The chambermaids and maids were all trembling and kneeling on the ground, with their heads firmly pressed to the ground. No one dared to raise their head.
"Emperor of the Zhao family?" Wang Liangyu looked around and saw no one, so she couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Still with sharp eyes, Huang Rong tugged at the corner of Wang Liangyu's clothes and pointed her hand under the bed.
Only then did Wang Liangyu notice that there was a flash of bright yellow exposed under the bed, and he looked dumbfounded: "Emperor of the Zhao family, please come out and see me!" After a pause, he emphasized, "I'm here, I just want to chat with you.
We’re having a heart-to-heart talk, and I don’t want to hurt you!”
Unfortunately, no one responded.
The bright yellow under the bed went inside again.
"Get out now, otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless!" Wang Liangyu was speechless when he saw this, changed his face decisively, and yelled angrily.
As expected.
As soon as these words came out, a person immediately emerged from under the bed. His face was pale, his clothes were bright yellow, there were obvious wet stains on his crotch, and there was a faint smell of irritation.
Huang Rong covered her nose and turned her head, her face full of disdain.
Wang Liangyu Quan pretended not to see it, pointed to Jin Dun aside, and motioned to Emperor Zhao Song to sit down.
Emperor Zhao and Song gingerly moved to the side of Jindun, half of his buttocks were touching, and he sat down cautiously.
Wang Liangyu sat across from him and poured Emperor Zhao Song a cup of tea, then poured himself a cup, took a sip, and said slowly:
"I have no intention of becoming an enemy of the Song Dynasty!"