Jiang Mengxiong defeated You Qinxu, the best real person in Zhongzhou, in the Huushui Quan in the year 3882 of the Dao calendar.
Immediately afterwards, Zong Dezhen, the leader of Yujing Mountain, came to his door and asked him to know what the so-called "No. 1 in Zhongzhou" really meant.
It was Jiang Shu, the emperor of Qi, who saved him from death. However, he did not escape the crime and was thrown into the Far North Glacier. Zong Dezhen pressed out of the Jiyi Cold Prison with one hand and tortured Jiang Mengxiong for five full years.
It was clear that Jiang Mengxiong and You Qinxu were fighting on a fair footing, meeting each other on the right and left, and both of them had come to their senses in this battle.
If Jiang Mengxiong loses and dies, absolutely no one can say anything for him. But if he wins, he will have to learn an unwarranted lesson. He is so high-spirited and is being punished for being innocent. No wonder he has been grudged for so many years.
Yu Huai.
But this is reality.
Of course there is truth, but not everyone is qualified to speak it.
Of course justice exists, but before there is some power that can trample the rules, there must be an equal power to uphold it for you.
The prerequisite for sitting down to discuss right and wrong is that you are qualified to sit down.
The second year after Jiang Mengxiong came out of the Far North Glacier, the Qi-Xia War broke out, and Qi became the hegemon in the world, dominating the eastern region.
What happened in Huoshui will never happen again!
Later in the Xingyue Yuan Tianjiao War, Jing Tianjiao had the qualifications to kill, and Qi Tianjiao also had the quota to kill.
Jiang Mengxiong's one-on-one defeat of the No. 1 real person in Zhongzhou is of course a reflection of the rise of Qi's national power. But if it does not become a hegemon, it will always be an ant. In an era when the national system is prosperous, facing Jing Guo, who stands at the apex of the world's order, he has no right to speak.
It can be said.
It's hard to say whether Jiang Shu was motivated by this incident when he was determined to take the lead and had to risk everything he had to achieve hegemony.
But history is moving forward vigorously with countless willing and unwillingness.
The vast Grand Marshal's Mansion is quiet and silent.
Wang Yiwu looked into the distance - Jiang Mengxiong made an appointment to fight Yu Zhaoluan in the sky. He stood here, of course he couldn't see anything, but he couldn't help but wait for the result.
He is not good at expressing himself and has always been taciturn, but along the way, he has been so lucky. There is always a beacon in front of him, and his master is always what he dreams of becoming.
When can I make a fist like this!
At a certain moment, he withdrew his gaze, pressing his cold eyes back to the world like a string. The setting sun on the long street stretched like a full bow, and he saw——
Outside the Grand Marshal's Mansion, at the end of the long street, there was a donkey cart driving slowly.
The donkey cart is a very ordinary donkey cart. The green donkey pulling the cart is thin and old, and it is very difficult to move. There are piles of hay that are not high on the cart, and a man who does not know whether he is dead or alive is lying in the middle of the haystack.
like a statue.
The setting sun hangs alone, and the bustling city is quiet and cold.
The squeaking sound of the donkey cart is like a desolate erhu.
The one-armed Menzi glanced at it and was about to step forward with great vigilance, but Wang Yiwu stretched out his hand to stop him.
So the donkey cart pulled the man slowly to the outside of the Grand Marshal's Mansion.
The old donkey stopped.
The man lying in the haystack stretched, sat up from the donkey cart, and then began to breathe.
It turned out to be not a corpse.
This was a man with unkempt beard and unkempt appearance, so he looked very sad. He sat on the donkey cart, opened his eyes, and turned around for a long time before landing on Wang Yiwu's face.
God suddenly appeared in the godless eyes.
God comes.
Two people who were qualified to compete for the title of the most powerful god in the world met like this.
"Wang Yiwu." The man on the donkey cart asked, "Did you know I was coming?"
Wang Yiwu, who stood under the door plaque of the 'Generalissimo's Mansion', was as meticulous as a carving knife: "I can't predict the future."
"Then you are here...forget it." The fish-eyed man was too lazy to care more and said directly: "Come on!"
"Move forward." Wang Yiwu looked at him: "You came to challenge me specifically?"
It's interesting to say that Xiang Fengqi's descendant and Jiang Mengxiong's descendant, one has traveled around the world, and the other has traveled through the army. Both of them are already quite famous, and they are often discussed together by busy people, but this is the first time they have truly met each other.
Face each other.
Just as Wang Yiwu went to court and heard about the Heavenly Palace, he "resolved the old ideas." He chose to challenge Qiangqian on the eve of Wang Yiwu's visit to the cave. There were also mountains he needed to see before he could see the truth.
That was the day when the sword of Dongzhen Invincible Xiang Fengqi of the previous generation was shattered, and a young man fell into the abyss of despair.
He climbed for a long time before he reached Linzi.
"I'm not challenging you." Qiang Xiang corrected seriously: "It's Xiang Fengqi's disciple, who represents Weiwo Flying Sword, here to challenge Selfless Killing Fist."
Wang Yiwu frowned: "The era of flying swords has been eliminated. Only my swordsmanship has been completely shattered."
"But I still exist." Xiang Qian said.
"Even if you are better than me, it doesn't mean that the Flying Sword of Self is better than the Killing Fist of Selflessness." Wang Yiwu looked at him: "That is the master's path, not mine."
Compared to Wang Yiwu, who is tough and cold and looks like a model soldier, his forward appearance is really decadent.
But he said slowly: "I will defeat you, then pass by you, and then one day in the future, I will challenge your master and suppress his fist with the Flying Sword."
This sentence was not said very forcefully, like the ravings of an idiot.
In short, it doesn’t reflect determination very well.
But Wang Yiwu took it seriously: "You and I both know that this is an impossible thing."
"Which one do you think is impossible?" Qiang Qian asked.
"It's impossible for you to defeat me. It's even less possible for you to defeat my master." Wang Yiwu said.
The former one is impossible, so Qian Qian doesn’t believe it, and is about to test it. But the latter one is impossible, and he also believes it.
Jiang Mengxiong is too strong and getting stronger.
Like a peak that can never be reached and is always rising.
Along the way, he has come a long way.
But the mountain is higher.
But is the true brave the one who continues to succeed, or the one who tries his best to fail?
Qianqian just said: "Life is very long."
He will keep moving forward.
No matter whether that goal can be achieved or not.
He never stops again and sets off in the impossible direction.
This is his swordsmanship.
Wang Yiwu said nothing and turned sideways: "Come to the mansion, there is enough space for us to fight. I can't go out these days."
He glanced forward briefly at the Marshal's Mansion, calculating how many steps he would have to take: "Can the donkey enter?"
"Probably not possible." Wang Yiwu said.
He sighed deeply, like a patient who had been paralyzed for a long time, and struggled to get off the donkey cart. At this time, a few bones were born, and he walked lazily to the Marshal's Mansion, and asked quite casually: "Why can't you go out?
Will it affect your combat status?"
"That's not the case." Wang Yiwu said: "It just so happens that we have been banned for three days, and you just happened to be here today. It's just a matter of convenience."
He walked forward and said, "It's a pity. If you can leave the house, you and I can choose a good place to imitate Jiang Wang and Dou Zhao and sell tickets in the Canglang Arena, and the streets will be empty."
Since Bai Yuxia became the manager of a restaurant, she has become more and more fond of settling accounts. She is always thinking about it, and sometimes she can't help but think about it.
Today, he and Wang Yiwu are stronger than Jiang Wang and Dou Zhao who competed in the Canglang Arena. Logically speaking, they will make less money.
Wang Yiwu glanced at him: "Unfortunately, no one may pay attention to this battle between you and me."
Xiang Xiang was surprised that this guy would say this. In his impression, Wang Yiwu was a very arrogant person: "Although this is a world of spiritual practice, those at the forefront are constantly changing history and innovating records. People like you and me
An ordinary Shenlin monk is not a big cabbage, right?"
"Headmaster Da Luo has just arrived and is discussing with his master," Wang Yiwu said.
Xiang Qian froze on the spot, and finally sighed: "Life is too long."
"Are you coming again?" Wang Yiwu asked standing there.
"Why not?" He walked forward lazily, lifted his steps feebly, and crossed the high threshold of the Grand Marshal's Mansion.
I once thought that I would only be able to wander outside the country of Qi for the rest of my life. Even in my dreams at midnight, I would not dare to touch this threshold, but now I have entered this door. So what reason is there not to continue walking? Even though the road is long and the courtyard is deep
deep.
Wang Yiwu stopped talking and quietly led the way.
He doesn't quite understand the meaning of doing something that is destined to fail.
But he could feel the burning vitality of the man named Qianqian behind him on this road.
He respects the strong.
He will respect with fists.
…
…
In the alley outside the Grand Marshal's Mansion, a man with meticulously tied hair was sitting on a wooden wheelchair, calmly watching the sunset.
The setting sun slowly slid into the distance, still selflessly giving away the last bit of spring beauty.
Of course he didn't just watch the sunset.
There were two very important battles today, and he wanted to know the results as soon as possible.
Of course, he could only wait for the first battle, but he had to watch the next battle.
The two people who are also standing at the top of Shenlin, and are also standing outside Dongzhen Gate, if they want to truly determine the winner, there is no possibility for anyone to hold back.
Of course he has great confidence in his junior brother, but his confidence cannot be buried in worries.
He knew that his junior brother was arrogant, so he just waited here silently.
It would be best if he didn't have to show up.
At a certain moment, he raised his eyes and saw an elegant figure condensed in the dusk light.
His handsome appearance is extraordinary, like a fairy dragon.
The immortal dragon statue stands on the high wall, its clothes are fluttering, as if it is about to ride away in the wind.
Thousands of rays of light fall on this body, and it flies freely like a bird.
Those who should see him must see him. Those who cannot see him will never be able to see him.
There are forbidden dharma at the head and end of the alley, but this dharma image appeared silently.
Of course, the sealing technique he studied when sealing the human form was indispensable, but the perspective from the top is the key here.
"I was wondering if Prince Bowang was coming, but I didn't expect Jiang Zhenjun to come in person." Chen Zeqing said calmly.
Just like Wang Yiwu has people who care about him, walking forward in the world is not alone.
Xiang Fengqi was once an invincible Dongzhen, and of course he made some friends, but none of them were qualified to intervene in his Taoist disputes.
Today's forward is different.
The friend he made in his humble beginnings has grown into the pinnacle figure in the world. He is qualified to protect him in any battle in this world.
Immortal Dragon Dharma Minister smiled lightly: "It would be rude to come quietly, so I made a little noise - what, I'm here to watch the battle. You continue."
Chen Zeqing smiled: "Watching whose fight?"
"It's hard to choose... I didn't expect that besides this main meal, there would be a gluttonous banquet." The Immortal Dragon Master crossed his arms and said with a little pity: "I'd better watch the sunset with Brother Chen."
Chen Zeqing looked at him standing on the edge of the wall. The setting sun was hanging behind him, reflecting him brilliantly.
What an enviable gesture.
"Your Taoist body dare not move lightly in Yun Kingdom. Are you still worried about Yan Chun's return?" Chen Zeqing asked.
Chen Zeqing is basically responsible for Qi's external intelligence. His well-informed information is beyond the reach of many people.
Immortal Dragon Dharma Minister did not deny it: "Although we have signed a contract, but..."
He shook his head: "Maybe I am also a suspicious person."
"You yourself are true to your word, but you can't bet that Yan Chunhui will keep his word, and you can't bet that Yan Chunhui will always remain rational." Chen Zeqing said: "We all have people we cherish. I can understand."
Jiang Wang inexplicably remembered the person he met in the demon world that year and that stunning shot.
"I kept forgetting to ask." Jiang Wang looked at his legs: "Is there anything you can do about your legs?"
If it can help, it can be considered a kind of repayment.
Chen Zeqing lifted up the old blanket on his knees, as if he had lifted up a dusty night, exposing his legs to the dusk. You could see densely packed bloody ants crawling on them. No flesh and blood could be seen at all, only flesh and blood could be seen.
Accidental bone color. These legs... were completely eaten into ant nests.
"It can't be helped."
He smiled calmly: "These are called blood soul ants. The sky demon is planted with life blood. They are already connected to my life soul. Killing them is suicide."
"Do you mind if I come and take a look?" Jiang Wang asked.
"Why not?" Chen Zeqing said with a smile: "When I am not busy with military affairs, I often observe them."
On countless lonely nights, I don’t count the stars, I look at the ants.
Immortal Dragon Master came down and helped Chen Zeqing push the wheelchair.
The endless light of knowledge shuttles through the "ant nest", and then condenses into a beam, all returning to the eyes of the fairy dragon.
These lights made Jiang Wang's eyes very complicated, and he said slowly: "You have worked really hard these years."
Chen Zeqing smiled and shook his head: "I won't die. It just hurts a little."
There are of course many ways to relieve pain, and it is not difficult to cut off the pain.
But he couldn't help but feel pain.
Not feeling the actions of these blood soul ants is tantamount to giving up on yourself.
"It involves the source of life and soul, and it all returns to the sea of origin. Manpower is not enough. Maybe there is a way to transcend." Jiang Wang finally said.
"Who knows?" Chen Zeqing smiled, pulled up the old blanket and covered it again. "I have gotten used to it over the years. There are only three small problems that prevent me from fully adapting. Pain is one of them.
"
Jiang Wang listened to him quietly.
"The second thing is..." Chen Zeqing said: "If these blood soul ants are not dealt with, I will not be able to develop the Dao for the rest of my life."
He was destined to be unable to spread the Tao, but he still inherited the Spring Death Army - after Cao Du took charge of the Military Hall, the commander of this army was almost defaulted to be the core of the next Military Hall - which shows his military strategy.
Jiang Wang asked: "What about the third question?"
Chen Zeqing said: "These blood soul ants can only be suppressed in this world. Therefore, I cannot enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons again in my life."
He gently stroked the texture of the old blanket and let out a subtle sigh, as if this question was the only thing that was causing him pain. "I really want to go there."
"The demon world is not a place you must go to. And everyone has their own battlefield." Jiang Wang asked: "Why do you want to go so much?"
Chen Zeqing looked at the sunset in the distance: "My junior brother, in order to help me find a solution to the blood soul ants. He will never come back again."