Chapter 7: Prove Martial Arts Gathering the Wind and Clouds
(The second guest supporting role in this book, 'Yang Yigu', appears, played by the book's fan list disciple 'Yanbi Scholar', applause)
There's a lot of traffic, a lot of people, and it's bustling.
Visiting Fengwucheng for the first time, Chen Zong was a little dizzy, but he did not forget the purpose of his trip.
Zhengwu Tower is the property of a wealthy Tang family. It is the only one in Fengwu City that is extremely famous and has a high threshold. Only warriors are eligible to enter. Without being a warrior, it is useless even if you are the young master of any family.
After some questioning, Chen Zong approached the Zhengwu Tower and looked up.
The Zhengwu Tower is five stories high. It is mainly dark red with gilded edges. It has a majestic and noble atmosphere, like a giant standing on the ground, unshakable despite the wind and rain.
The first floor of the Zhengwu Building requires a warrior status to enter. On the second floor, only well-known warriors in Fengwu City are eligible to log in. As for the third floor, one must have a cultivation level of at least the seventh level of Qi and Blood Realm.
qualifications.
For the fourth and fifth levels, one must have cultivation beyond the Qi and Blood realm.
At this time, because the Tang family's wealthy family held the Dragon Rising Ceremony for Tang Junluo, the Zhengwu Tower refused to accept the invitation, leaving two family warriors standing at the gate as bodyguards.
"I am the young master of Xiaoyu Gang, why don't you let me in?"
Chen Zong walked towards the door and heard a sharp roar, feeling very unwilling and dissatisfied.
"You don't have an invitation." One of the two guards said expressionlessly and without anger. His tone was dry and he didn't take the other person seriously at all.
The Xiaoyu Gang and the Heavy Rain Gang are just small fish and shrimps in front of the wealthy Tang family.
Walking straight towards the gate of Zhengwu Building, Chen Zong was naturally intercepted.
"Where did you come from, you idiot, go back." The young master of the Xiaoyu Gang, who was dressed in a gorgeous military uniform, was full of anger and had nowhere to vent. When he saw Chen Zong, who was wearing a blue-gray military uniform, walking over and intending to enter the Zhengwu Tower, he immediately became angry.
scold.
At first glance, you can tell that the military uniform is made of coarse cloth, and only those warriors with no background would wear it.
"Get out of the way." Chen Zong's eyes were as sharp as swords, piercing into the eyes of the young master of Xiaoyu Gang, causing him to tremble unconsciously. He took a small step back, and immediately realized something, his face turned red and his anger was high.
"This is my invitation." Chen Zong bypassed the young master of Xiaoyu Gang, took out the Shenglong sticker and handed it to one of the guards.
The two guards were very surprised. Judging from his clothes, Chen Zong must have been from a very ordinary background, and there was an invitation.
"I was wondering where my invitation went. It turned out that you stole it." The young master of the Xiaoyu Gang rushed over in anger and threw dirty water on it.
"Get out!" Chen Zong was angry and roared like a tiger. The young master of the Xiaoyu Gang seemed to see a strong and tall tiger roaring at him in front of him. The momentum was so terrifying that his face turned pale and his calves were trembling.
I couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"Your name is Chen Zong?" A guard opened the invitation, looked at it, and then looked at Chen Zong and asked.
"Yes." Chen Zong was neither humble nor arrogant.
"Please come in." The guard's expression softened a bit, stepped aside, and returned the invitation to Chen Zong.
This scene caused many people in the surrounding area to talk about it. They didn't understand why a person who looked like a very ordinary person could enter the Zhengwu Building to participate in the Shenglong Meeting.
You know, those who are truly from a good background, no matter how low-key they are, will never wear ordinary clothes when entering such a grand event.
"I can feel that his energy and blood power is not very strong. He is probably at the fourth level of the energy and blood realm."
"Is he a disciple of a certain senior?"
"His name is Chen Zong. Don't you think this name sounds familiar to you?"
…
The first floor is empty.
The second floor was also empty, and Chen Zong stepped onto the third floor.
He was not the first one to arrive. Dozens of people had gathered on the third floor, each of them a young man under the age of twenty. They were all wearing military uniforms of different colors, either gorgeous or restrained, and very close-fitting.
, it is completely tailor-made, and you will know that the material is extraordinary at first glance.
Chen Zong's arrival attracted a few looks. It was normal at first, but those people were shocked.
"Who are you?"
"Why did you sneak in? Get out immediately."
A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. What Chen Zong was wearing was really too ordinary. There was nothing he could do about it. It wasn't that he didn't want to wear better clothes, but that he didn't have them.
"I have an invitation." Chen Zong raised the red post in his hand and said.
"Your invitation can't be fake, right?"
There are still some people who are recalcitrant, and no matter how good-tempered they are, they will still feel uncomfortable hearing such words.
"Hello, my name is Tang Junhao, and I am the elder brother of Tang Junluo, the protagonist of this Shenglong Meeting. Can you show me the invitation?" At this time, a young man wearing a purple golden dragon uniform strode over with a smile on his face.
Smile like a spring breeze and speak softly.
Chen Zong handed over the post.
Tang Junhao opened it and looked at it, surprised: "Are you Chen Zong?"
"Yes." Chen Zong nodded.
"It turns out it's you. Jun Luo personally sent this invitation to you by name. Welcome to Jun Luo's Shenglong Party. You should find a place to sit first and wait until everyone is almost here before the banquet begins." Tang Junhao handed over the invitation.
Return it to Chen Zong.
Everyone knew that this man in ordinary clothes really had an invitation, and moreover, today's protagonist Tang Junluo personally invited him by name. Everyone was surprised.
"Chen Zong, this name sounds familiar."
"Could it be that he is Chen Zong of the Chen family, one of the Six Fengwu Heroes?"
"It turns out it's him."
"He's just a descendant from a branch clan."
After knowing Chen Zong's identity, they lost interest. A person from a branch clan, and in a place where the Chen family values striving for the top based on one's own abilities. If there is no backer, if he stands out for a while, he will soon be lost to the public.
After all, those who perform well in the martial arts apprentice stage may not be able to maintain their previous bravery and diligence after becoming a warrior.
Think about this time, how many people called Feng Wu Xiaojie were not qualified to enter, this is proof.
Chen Zong didn't know that he was actually named one of the Six Little Heroes of Fengwu. He was a little surprised. He smiled, put away the invitation and glanced at it. The third floor was very big, probably three times as long and wide.
Forty meters, and a full five or six meters high, it is decorated in a simple way. There are chairs around it, and between every two chairs, there is a table with fresh fruits and exquisite pastries on the table.
And brewed tea.
In the surrounding corners, there are bronze dragon-shaped incense burners, which light sandalwood and create a refreshing fragrance.
I randomly found an empty chair and sat down, pouring myself a cup of tea. The tea was fragrant, swirling in the cup, and the smoke was lingering like clouds and mist.
I picked up a piece of delicate pastry and put it in my mouth, savoring it carefully. It was indeed very delicious. I had never eaten it since I was a child.
Especially when you take a bite of pastry and drink Yunwu tea, the two completely different flavors complement each other and the feeling reverberating in your mouth is even more wonderful.
Ignoring the looks of others, Chen Zong was eating by himself.
Suddenly, a person walked to the chair opposite and sat down on the chair opposite with swaying steps.
"Friend, would you like a glass of wine?" As soon as the visitor sat down, he gently placed the wine gourd on the table and greeted Chen Zong in a familiar manner.
"No, thank you." Chen Zong smiled slightly.
"I see that my friends are also practicing swordsmanship. How can we practice swordsmanship without drinking?" The visitor's eyebrows were like the edge of a sword, his eyes seemed blurred, but they were clear inside. The corners of his mouth were raised, with a smile on his face, free and wild,
He was dressed in a white military uniform, spotless, and the long sword on his back had a blood-red tip.
"I practice swordsmanship and don't drink." Chen Zong said with a smile.
One person's words may sound simple, but they also reveal their different ideas.
"That's a pity." The man sighed, opened the lid of the wine gourd, took a sip, and said with a satisfied face: "Drinking, practicing swordsmanship, looking for wind while drunk, my name is Yang Yigu, and your name is Chen Zong."
Chen Zong felt that this person's thinking was a bit out of the ordinary, but it did not prevent them from getting to know each other and chatting with each other.
While chatting, Chen Zong discovered that Yang Yigu knew Fengwucheng quite well, which significantly increased Chen Zong's knowledge of Fengwucheng.
More and more people are entering the third floor of Zhengwu.
"Li Zhenshi is here too."
"Zhao Wangcheng is also coming together."
"These two people were defeated by Tang Junluo before. Now that they are here, I wonder if there will be a fight between dragons and tigers. I'm really looking forward to it."
Tang Junluo, Li Zhenshi, and Zhao Wangcheng came from the three wealthy families in Fengwu City respectively. They were the same age and had outstanding talents. They were collectively called the Three Little Heroes of Fengwu. They were equally ranked. However, since Tang Junluo defeated Li Zhenshi and Zhao Wangcheng
After that, he came out on top, overwhelming the other two.
As for the draw between Tang Junluo and Chen Zong, the Chen family did not publicize it. Perhaps because of the Tang family's request, the Tang family itself would not publicize it.
Chen Zong also looked at Li Zhenshi and Zhao Wangcheng. These two people were majestic and extraordinary at first sight.
Li Zhenshi carries a long sword on his back and smiles, which makes people feel very comfortable. He seems to be greeting everyone, but he has a calm and gentle look. He is wearing a white military uniform with gilt silver, showing a hint of low-key.
Luxurious.
Zhao Wangcheng carries a long sword at his waist, his face is indifferent, his eyes are cold and stern, and his black military uniform makes him look even more like a man who keeps strangers away and refuses to be approached thousands of miles away.
As if feeling Chen Zong's gaze, Li Zhenshi turned around and nodded slightly, while Zhao Wangcheng's eyes were as cold as a knife.
"Li Zhenshi of the Li family, and Zhao Wangcheng of the Zhao family, both of them have tempered their blood energy seven times, and they are just a hair away from completing it for the eighth time." Yang Yigu took another sip of wine, shook his head and said: "You are worthy of it.
The nobles who have been left over from the Kingdom era have extraordinary heritage.”
"Kingdom Age?" Chen Zong was puzzled.
"Our current era is the Zhenwu Era. The previous era was the Kingdom Era. It is said that it was destroyed by monsters." Yang Yigu seemed drunk: "We must also thank the arrival of the Zhenwu Era, otherwise we would be like this
People of this ordinary background have no chance to come into contact with martial arts."
Chen Zong was thoughtful after hearing this.
"Sun Shaojie, Zhou Guan, Wang Shenghong, Yang Feiyu, and Kong Lianshan, these five people are called the Six Little Heroes of Fengwu together with you."
Chen Zong keenly noticed that when Yang Yigu said the name Yang Feiyu, there was a subtle change in his tone, and he couldn't help but look at Yang Feiyu twice.
Wearing a sky-blue military uniform, carrying a long sword on his back, he looked high-spirited.
Both have the surname Yang. Maybe there is some relationship between the two, but it has nothing to do with him, and Chen Zong has no intention of exploring it.
As time passed, a few more people came up and glanced over. One of them stopped at Chen Zong, a little stunned, and then strode towards Chen Zong.