002 Back: Does the little lady recognize Ximen's high-ranking officials?
In Kaifeng Imperial City, in the underground purple myrtle dragon veins, an underground river surges like a giant dragon. Directly below the imperial city is where the dragon raises its head, and the power of purple stars is continuously falling from the sky, misty like clouds.
In the dense purple air, one hundred and eight natal gold medals were suspended in the air, and demon souls loomed, trying their best to escape from the shackles of the natal gold medals, making bursts of dull and shocking roars.
Chen Xizhen, a lay disciple of Zhang Tianshi in Longhu Mountain, sat under the power of Ziwei Star, meditating and cultivating, using the energy of the Dragon Emperor and the power of Ziwei Star to hone his cultivation. This kind of place is the supreme cultivation for Qi practitioners.
In the cave, Master Zhang relied on the huge and pure spiritual energy here to break through the barrier of life and death in one fell swoop, perfect the golden elixir, and reach the realm of Lu Xingxian.
As the poem goes: Just like sparrow eggs, they are as big as sparrow eggs, and the beads are round in between. When a dragon child emerges from the womb and swallows it, this body has become a Lu Xingxian!
It is not easy to achieve the path of immortality. With Zhang Tianshi's qualifications and the power of the Dragon Emperor's energy, it will take decades of water and fire skills to achieve it. As of now, the national power of the Song Dynasty has weakened, and the Dragon Emperor has
The Qi and Ziwei star power are gradually declining, and their quality is not as good as before. Even if it takes a hundred years of effort, it may not be possible to achieve Lu Xingxian.
When Chen Xi reached a critical moment in his cultivation, he suddenly heard the roar of tigers and roars of dragons. One of the one hundred and eight natal gold medals above his head crackled and shattered into countless pieces. A white-breasted tiger demon soul jumped out of the gold medal,
The roar was endless and the sound waves were like thunder, causing Chen Xizhen to lose control in an instant and vomit blood.
When he looked up, he saw the tiger shaking its head and tail, jumping like the wind, and suddenly hit the sky, knocking out a big hole in the dragon's veins, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Chen Xizhen was dumbfounded and didn't know why. The dragon's veins burst, and the Dragon King's energy scattered in all directions. The purple energy rushed into the sky, and the sound of the waves was surging. The purple energy suddenly exploded and divided into four streams. One fell into Lin'an City, and the other flew to Anhui Hao.
Prefecture, one heading to the Qiyan tribe in the Mongolian Plateau, and one falling into the Ash River in northern Xinjiang.
There is a Jurchen tribe by the Ash River. The son of the clan leader was only four years old. When he saw the dragon energy flying in the sky, he felt something in his heart and changed his name to Wanyan Aguda. Aguda means the sky.
Under the dragon vein, Chen Xizhen quickly sealed the entrance of the cave to prevent the dragon energy from leaking out. However, the dragon vein was broken, the spiritual energy was still slowly leaking out, and Ziwei's star power was gradually weakening. He was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.
"The Song Dynasty is afraid that its time is running out. In another fifty years, it will have to move south to Lin'an to continue. However, how could the monster's gold medal suddenly break?"
Chen Xizhen was puzzled by the explanation, but he didn't know that when the gold medal of his destiny broke, it was when the purple thunder fell on Wu Song's head.
The changes in Ziwei star power and dragon veins have already alarmed the reclusive masters in China. They all raised their heads to look at Ziwei star and realized something. The ancestor Chen Tuan, who had been sleeping for a hundred years, also woke up from his dream and deduced the scene of the next eight hundred years.
He was silent and suddenly said to the boy: "When you go to guard the mountain gate, you meet a boy named Wang Zhongzi and ask for help. Let him go up the mountain to see me."
The boy accepted the order and went down the mountain. He was quite surprised: "What kind of person is Wang Zhongzi? He can actually alarm the master?"
In Qinghe County, Hebei Province, Wu Dalang and Erlang continued to live by buying cooking cakes. After about two or three years, Wu Erlang's living habits became normal, but the young man had grown into a very strong man, with two arms.
With hundreds of kilograms of strength, he often held the big stone mill at home in his hand and danced like the wind, so that three or five big men did not dare to get close.
Especially when he was angry, the tiger tattoo on his back became more and more clear and ferocious, and his neighbors called him a "big insect".
But Wu Dalang has not grown at all in these years. He is five feet tall, wretched and short, and everyone calls him the three-inch Dinggu tree bark. The two brothers are tall and short, one is strong and the other is weak. One has a dignified appearance, and the other has a wretched appearance.
Interesting.
However, the personalities of the two brothers were completely opposite. Wu Dalang was honest and cautious, and never caused trouble, while Wu Song was very lively and often found fights with others. He was famously known as: exercising in order not to have his hands chopped off in the future.
Wu Dalang had no choice but to fear that he would suffer a loss, so he used the money he had saved to marry his wife to buy a pig and sent it to the home of the only martial artist named Liu in Qinghe County, so that Wu Song could learn some martial arts from him.
The martial arts in the Song Dynasty were different from the fancy fists and embroidered legs of later generations. These martial arts were handed down from the war-torn era of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. They were refined over thousands of times and focused on actual combat. They did not seek to look good. You can charge into battle with a gun when you mount a horse, and you can kill people with bare hands when you dismount.
Wu Song studied at Master Liu's house for two years. He was familiar with swords and sticks, and proficient in fists and feet, but his horsemanship skills were a bit weak.
It's not Wu Song's fault. When those war horses saw him, they were like seeing tigers and beasts. They were lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and couldn't ride at all.
It is strange to say that this Wu Song is a time-traveled soul. In his previous life, he only knew how to study and never learned martial arts. However, these fists and kicks are very easy to understand and can be used after just one look. In particular, he created a set of tiger shapes.
The fists and moves are wide open and closed, and the force is like a tiger descending from the mountain. A hungry tiger is hungry for people. The movements of his hands and feet give him a ferocious and intimidating aura.
Soon, Master Liu had nothing to teach, so Wu Song had to say goodbye, walking on the street, and continued to think about his future. Learning martial arts was not a long-term solution after all, and the matter of visiting immortals and seeking Taoism was even more vague. Judging from the past few years of experience,
Look, the gods have never jumped out, and he has never heard of even the legendary internal strength. Could it be said that those gods and their like are all magic sticks?
Wu Song was lost in thought when he suddenly came face to face with four broken-down households running towards him. He bowed his head and said, "Brother, if you don't go to practice martial arts, why are you wandering on the street instead?"
"Teacher said I can start training now." Wu Song quickly helped them up and said in surprise: "Why, who beat you up?"
These four shabby people are some gangsters Wu Song met when he was "exercising". They call themselves rangers and are very loyal. At this moment, the four of them are covered in bruises, their clothes are in tatters, and they even have a few footprints on their faces. They are in a miserable state.
Yan smiled bitterly and said: "Sounds like unlucky news, today I met another gang of poor settlers in Yanggu County. Ten brothers actually claimed to be heroes. The leader was called Ximen Qing, and he used his fists and kicks. Several of my brothers fought with him.
Instead, he knocked me to the ground, and I was talking about going to find my brother to find a place for us. But by chance, I met my brother!"
"Ximen Qing?" Wu Song's eyes widened. The idol, the most famous pervert in history, finally appeared.
"Well, go kill him at night, firstly for Dalang's happiness, and secondly, kill him and take the opportunity to fly away to seek immortality!"
There are only unfilial mortals and unfilial gods in the world. Although Wu Song's soul is not Wu Dalang's younger brother, the two have been dependent on each other in the past few years. In his heart, Wu Song has long treated him as his own relative. In order to prevent this brother from dying in the future.
In the hands of adulterers and adulterers, the science student also had murderous intentions in his heart.
The few people who settled down laughed and said: "Let's not be too busy seeking revenge. It's rare to see my brother. We just happened to have a drink together and tease the little lady of the Fan family!"
Wu Song laughed and said: "You beasts are so shameless, but I like it." A few poor people bought some fruits and hugged Wu Song to Chongming Bridge. When they were about to enter the restaurant, suddenly a large amount of water fell from the sky, pouring Wu Song to death.
Dripping wet all over.
Wu Song and others looked up and saw a window opened upstairs. A pretty and lovely young lady was leaning against the window, covering her mouth with her little hands and looking at them in surprise. A strand of black hair hung down along the window lattice.
The five people ignored their anger and clapped their hands and laughed one after another: "Smelling bath water!" Among them, Wu Song had the loudest voice, which attracted passers-by to watch.
The little lady was at a loss, her face was red with embarrassment and she didn't know what to say. At this time, another little head popped up by the window, with wet hair and a delicate appearance. Seeing Wu Song's majestic appearance, she chuckled and said, "What a man."
! That brave man, come up quickly and I will change clothes with you!"
Wu Song was amazed that this little girl was not shy at all. In fact, this kind of thing was not surprising in the Northern Song Dynasty. Most of these were Goulan girls, some were abducted, some were forced into prostitution, and were raised by their mothers from childhood. They played music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, singing and dancing.
They were proficient in everything. When they were raised, they were either sold to wealthy families as concubines, or they did some flesh and blood business, so they were called market prostitutes.
The four poor people clapped their hands and laughed: "Yanfu, Yanfu!" They pushed Wu Song into the building. The two girls hurriedly greeted them and drove the four poor people out. The naughty girl pursed her lips and smiled and said: "This man, concubine
I'll wait for you to change your clothes." Without any explanation, he took off Wu Song's wet clothes, revealing his muscular body.
The girl's eyes lit up and she said with a smile: "What a real husband." She gently stroked the tiger picture on his back, which made Wu Song feel numb for a while.
of?"
Another shy little lady blushed and took a Confucian shirt, but she didn't dare to help Wu Song put it on. The girl teased: "Sister Yulian is so shy. Could it be that she has taken a liking to this man? Do you want me and Nanny Qin to come together?"
Let me tell you, can I redeem my life for you and become a pair of mandarin ducks?"
"Jinlian, don't talk nonsense."
The little lady lowered her head and reluctantly put on Wu Song's clothes, her body almost collapsed.
Wu Song quickly adjusted his clothes. To be honest, this was the first time he had the honor of letting a little girl change his clothes. He was really not used to it.
"Your name is Yulian? Your name is Jinlian?" Wu Song had a strange look on his face. He looked at the two girls carefully and saw that they were only twelve or thirteen years old, which was the time of youth and beauty.
The little girl spoke quickly and said: "My sister's surname is Bai, and her name is Yulian. My surname is Pan, and my name is Jinlian. Great strong man, if you like my sister, you must redeem me too. We, sisters and sons, will serve you."
You, I promise you will be happy." Bai Yulian was anxious and pinched her quietly. The little girl was startled and shouted: "I haven't even done it yet, but I started bullying my concubine! No, I must do it.
Make a big house!”
Wu Song was dumbfounded, and a sense of historical dislocation suddenly arose in his heart. Is the person in front of him Pan Jinlian, whose fame has been passed down through the ages? He really couldn't connect this naughty girl with that slut.
Pan Jinlian made fun of Bai Yulian, but suddenly she woke up again: "After talking for a while, I still don't know who my brother-in-law's name is!"
Wu Song was silent for a long time, then said in a voice: "You two ladies, do you recognize the official Ximen? I am Ximen Qing in Yanggu County. My family has hundreds of hectares of fertile land, but we are not married yet..."