I met an acquaintance and went to see it. "

Xu Qi'an left a word, then turned and went downstairs, bypassing the crowd from a distance in a low-key manner, leaning against the old aunt of Jingchai in the sarong.

Chu Yuanzhen's gaze followed him, and when he saw that his target was an elderly woman with a plain appearance, he suddenly laughed:

"Xu Ningyan's hobbies are somewhat unique."

Hengyuan frowned, and was about to argue for Mr. Xu, when he saw Xu Qi'an in the distance with an unconvincing smile, talking with the woman.

The woman ignored him and gave him a roll of eyes. Mrs. Xu didn't care and talked endlessly.

Seeing this scene, Hengyuan suddenly lost the confidence to argue, and said dryly: "Juvenile romanticism is not necessarily a good thing."

Chu Yuanzhen laughed loudly, "The oiran of Jiaofang Division is beautiful, but it always feels like something is missing. If you have a wife, it is very flavorful."

Hengyuan had no choice but to mourn his misfortune and hate him indisputable.

Mr. Xu is good at everything, but the lustful aspect is criticized.

After No.1's propaganda in the Tiandihui, Xu Qi'an's lustful character set has penetrated into the hearts of the shard holders.

"Auntie, why are you here again. Look, you don't dress like a wealthy woman. Chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea, isn't it fragrant? Everyday Jing knows to run out to watch the fun."

"Is that guy on the stage your man?"

"How much money you brought out today, don't let someone steal it. Come and come, the officer will take you to places with few people."

Except for the charming little white eyes at the beginning, the old aunt ignored her, leaving him to talk endlessly in her ears.

Xu Yinluo showed great disgust towards a talented person.

Xu Qi'an asked for being boring and didn't get angry, just stopped talking and focused on the two sides fighting in the ring.

This time, Monk Jingsi was no longer modest, and chose to fight hand-to-hand with the bronze-skinned and iron-boned Sixth-Rank martial artist.

Dangdang...

The loud noise echoing between the fists and ankles seemed to be the continuous ringing of bells, and it was like a blacksmith's beating, because the two of them sometimes burst into dazzling sparks.

The people onlookers screamed and cheered.

A child watched attentively, ran to the ring excitedly, yelling with excitement in his mouth.

"piss off!"

Xu Qi'an kicked him into the air with a sweep of his legs. The child flew out a few meters lightly and fell into the arms of a man. It seemed that it was his father. Xu Qi'an gave Xu Qi'an a startled and angry look, but he didn't dare to make any trouble.

"Are there any injuries?" The man asked eagerly.

"It doesn't hurt." The child said with a smile.

The old aunt turned her head and glanced at Xu Qi'an, then turned her head back blankly, watching the contest on the stage earnestly and intently.

The battle on the ring didn't last long. After a stick of incense, the winner was divided. The sixth-rank martial artist was beaten in the chest with three fists by the monk Jingsi, and finally couldn't hold on and broke the hard work.

"The Buddha's King Kong is unbeaten and has a well-deserved reputation."

The man arched his hands, seemingly faceless to stay any longer, jumped off the ring, and hurriedly left.

The old aunt stomped gently.

Xu Qi'an was a little surprised, this old aunt, how should I say, I can always see some gestures and expressions that only girls have in her.

My aunt at home occasionally does this, but she is not exaggerated.

This is an aunt who doesn't know her age...Xu Qi'an came to a conclusion with a smile and said:

"It's like two knives colliding. When the brute force is about the same, the quality of the knife is better and it can win. The Buddha's King Kong is undefeated. It is said that it was made by the Buddha, and the warrior's copper skin and iron bones, "Uneven. The loser is not injustice."

The old aunt turned her head and said contemptuously: "Why didn't you come on stage? Didn't you slash a sixth-rank martial artist before?"

Xu Qi'an squinted his eyes and asked, "Hey, didn't you leave at the time? How do you know that I cut a Rank 6 with a single blow."

The old aunt sneered: "I am neither deaf nor dumb unless there is a silver gong in Nancheng that day."

"Hey, you called someone to beat me that day, aunt, which wife are you from, and which department does the man work in?" Xu Qian didn't pretend, and asked straightforwardly.

On that day, the sixth-rank dressed as a Jianghu person took the stage to challenge Xu Qi'an for no reason. He could have arrested him directly, but in order to pretend to be a saint, he chose to come forward to challenge.

After the incident, before he went to interrogate him, the Jianghu Wufu was taken away. Who could do it?

Xu Qi'an's guess was that his "his family" was either a member of the military or a guest raised by a prominent figure.

Just now, Xu Qi'an saw a sixth-rank martial artist come on stage and saw the old aunt among the crowds of onlookers. Suddenly, he was inspired and remembered that he did offend others.

The identity of this old aunt is definitely not as simple and ordinary as her appearance, and she did offend her that day, although it is not a big deal, it is a different matter for a woman to be careful.

Xu Qi'an has reason to suspect that the sixth-rank martial artist that day was instigated by this old aunt.

Hearing Xu Qi'an's questioning, the old aunt smiled: "You got on stage and cut this young monk off, I'll tell you."

Xu Qi'an shook his head.

"Scared?" The contempt in her eyes deepened.

I was afraid. I finally got myself out of the sight of the Buddhist mission. I don’t want to have too much ties to the Buddhist monks... But Xu Qi’an still couldn’t help but hold on to the hilt of the knife and groan. Road:

"I can't cut his undefeated King Kong."

It is also good for you to know that a mountain is higher than a mountain! The old aunt pouted her lips, her eyes were very complicated, both disappointed and proud.

At this time, a swordsman in a green shirt soared out of the restaurant next to him and fell lightly on the ring.

The crowd onlookers saw that there was another challenge to the little monk, and they were immediately energetic, planning to eat another wave of melons, and by the way, they discussed who the Qingshan swordsman was.

"Chu Yuanzhen..."

Xu Qi'an heard the old aunt murmur.

She knows Chu Yuanzhen? Oh, Chu Yuanzhen used to be a champion after all, and he is no stranger to the senior officials of Dafeng........If Chu Zhuangyuan makes a move, it is mostly stable.

Xu Qi'an breathed a sigh of relief.

The little monk Jing Si has always dominated the ring, and the court's face is not good.

"Little monk, I only have one sword. If you can block it, I lose." Chu Yuanzhen smiled and looked directly at Jingsi calmly.

The boos came again, and the surrounding crowd saw the Qingshan swordsman so arrogant, and their impression of him was greatly reduced.

The little mage from the Western Regions was indestructible, everyone saw it. The rumors of the swordsman in Qingshan are easy to think of people who are opportunistic and eager to become famous.

"Donor please!"

Jingsi put his hands together, not afraid.

"Interesting." Chu Yuanzhen smiled, his eyes didn't have the desire to win or lose. Instead, most of them were joining in the fun, just like the crowd around him.

Then, Chu Yuanzhen made a movement that no one could understand. He stretched out his hand towards the sky and opened his palm.

The sword behind him was motionless.

Just when everyone thought he was bluffing and was about to ridicule fiercely, someone saw a pebble flying from his feet.

More and more stones rose into the sky, rushing into the palm of the swordsman in blue shirt like a honeycomb.

Amid the bang and bang, the stone and the stone were closely connected, and a sword hilt was formed. With the gathering of the stones, a four-foot-long stone sword was formed.

Wow........

An uproar broke out all around, and most of the people watched the excitement. The more bells and whistles, the more powerful it was in their eyes.

Chu Yuanzhen's hand is very fancy, gathering stones as swords, it is a magical method, which is much more worth seeing than the Western monks who have only been beaten from beginning to end.

"Awesome!"

The old aunt's eyes were shining, and she couldn't help but cheer.

After the stone sword was formed, Chu Yuanzhen held the sword and handed it forward. In an instant, the wind and thunder made a big blow, and the wind rose on the ground, and the people around it swayed.

The sword came too fast, and Monk Jingsi had no way to avoid it.

Ding... boom boom boom...

There was a sharp sound that pierced the eardrums, followed by a muffled sound of air bursts. A wave of air was like a frenzy, blowing over the people in the distance.

Fortunately, in the past three days, as well as the so-called qi fluctuations, the people dare not get close to the ring as before, so no one was injured, but many people's ears were shaken and bleeding.

Before the first sharp sound, the old aunt's ears were covered by Xu Qi'an, and the subsequent qi explosion even "pressed" her in Xu Qi'an's arms.

Probably, she had never been so intimately contacted by a stranger. The old aunt struggled violently, and her feet stomped on Xu Qi'an's insteps.

When everything calmed down, the swordsman in Qingshan and the little monk of the Western Regions stood on the arena, and the golden body of the little monk was no longer shining and looked bleak.

Chu Yuanzhen didn't have the sword in his hand, and there was only a piece of gravel between the two.

"Lost."

Xu Qi'an thought with regret, and then saw the old aunt push him away and waved him over with a slap.

Xu Qi'an raised his hand to block it, and said in a bad tone: "You aunt, you still have a temper when you are old..."

He didn't go on, but in front of him was a white wrist, wearing a string of Bodhi bracelets.

"???"

A series of question marks flashed in Xu Qi'an's mind. He looked at the old aunt's eyes, slowly solidifying and slowly becoming weird.

He knew this bodhi bracelet. That day, he ran into Taoist Golden Lotus in the inner city. From his hand, he "wins" the fragments of the book from the ground to be a string of bodhi bracelets.

The bracelet was bought by an noble man sitting in a golden nanmu carriage.

Is it her? !

"rest assured........"

The old aunt's angry voice sounded, her silver teeth clenched.

Xu Qi'an let go of her hand obediently, and the old aunt made a slap backhand and left angrily.

No, isn't it, she is the woman who is hailed by Taoist Jin Lian as "the future will have a deep relationship with me"? !

Qualified to ride a carriage made of golden nanmu, so this old aunt is Yuan Jingdi’s cousin, or the wife of a prince! ?

What kind of relationship can such a woman have with me? Could it be...No, no, her mind can't be slippery, maybe she has a daughter who is beautiful and beautiful, and has a relationship with me... ...But what kind of beautiful girl can she have with such a mediocre appearance?

Thinking of the beauty of the old aunt, Xu Qi'an interrupted the young mother-in-law's thoughts, saying that having a relationship may not necessarily be due to marriage, but may also be due to other relationships.

"By the way, I have seen her twice in just a few days, and her background is blurred, not in my life, career, nor in my social circle. Under such circumstances, I can meet frequently. Daoist Jin Lian is right, I do have a relationship with her."

At this time, the surrounding audience recovered from the aftermath of the fight, and some people kept tapping their ears, saying "Ahhhhh" loudly.

Fortunately, the eardrum was not injured, then he sighed.

"None of it won?"

"Is the Western Buddhism really so powerful?"

But no one buried Chu Yuanzhen, after all, the sword just now was already a magical method.

.........

Xu Qi'an led the little mare and walked slowly with Hengyuan and Chu Yuanzhen.

"Chu Zhuangyuan, how much success did the sword use just now?" Xu Qi'an asked curiously.

Chu Yuanzhen shook his head and answered the wrong question, "The path that the little monk took is the same as you, but opposite to you."

Xu Qi'an was stunned. Chu Yuanzhen meant that Monk Jingsi would only be undefeated with King Kong, which was very similar to Xu Qi'an who had only one sword.

On the contrary, it is one offense and one defense.

"Then, Chu Zhuangyuan thinks that my spear can break his shield?" Xu Qi'an asked.

"You can!"

Chu Yuanzhen glanced at him, then smiled: "But it can't."

Xu Qi'an returned him with a brick face: "Students are as annoying as Buddhists."

Chu Yuanzhen was surprised: "What's the solution?"

Xu Qi'an smiled: "I want to go."

Chu Yuanzhen's face suddenly became unhappy. A few seconds later, he suddenly understood, shaking his head and laughing: "It's really boring to be smart. People who are smart are doing this."

After a pause, he pointed out: "Your "Sword of Heaven and Earth" is very powerful. After incorporating the know-how of Heart Sword, it has no flaws. But in my opinion, it lacks soul."

soul? Xu Qi'an rejected the word.

"What you use is a slash between heaven and earth, and only a slash between heaven and earth. What I am using is not the sword technique, but my spirit. When I am lazy, the sword aura is also lazy. When I am gentle, the sword aura is also gentle. But once I move When I get angry, my sword intent can pierce the sky." Chu Yuan said solemnly:

"This is the spirit! This is the soul! This is the true essence of the fourth-grade martial arts!"

Xu Qi'an recalled the "superior power" of the yamen golden gongs, and suddenly nodded, "But you also said, that is the essence of the fourth-rank martial arts."

I'm just a small silver gong in the seventh stage of refining the gods.

"I can teach you to nurture your mind and cultivate to a high level, which is equivalent to having the ability of a fourth-rank martial arts in advance. Of course, the effect will be greatly reduced. But it is enough to match your world and break through the Buddha's King Kong."

"Practicing a unique discipline is not a matter of overnight." Xu Qi'an said.

What he really wants to say is, can I use your stunt for nothing.

"It's easy to get started!" Chu Yuanzhen said with a smile: "One year after I learned the sword, I figured out this set of knack, and it takes only two or three days to practice it. It's just hard to get to the advanced level."

"Chu Zhuangyuan, please enlighten me." Xu Qi'an said quickly.

"Let me tell you the trick first. This is not difficult. In fact, it is to blend one's own spirit into it and turn it into sword energy or sword energy. It is just simple spirit, nothing more than happiness, anger, sadness, etc." Chu Yuanzhen said calmly:

"The Human Sect is on this path. I am equivalent to finding a new trick on the basis of the Human Sect."

...........

Lingbao View.

In the quiet backyard, in the quiet room, Emperor Yuan Jing talked with the national teacher. The reborn old emperor Wufa held the chess piece and sighed:

"Chu Yuanzhen also lost."

The female national teacher has a little cinnabar between her eyebrows, her facial features are gorgeous, but she is not kitsch, and she has a plump body, which perfectly blends the beauty of a young woman and the charming of a young woman.

Both innocent and coquettish.

She played the game recklessly, didn't use her brain, and dropped her patters. After hearing the words, she responded: "With a sword in hand, how can we win or lose?"

Emperor Yuan Jing nodded, "But no matter what, he has achieved the reputation of the little monk and the reputation of the Buddhist monk in the Western Regions."

Although Emperor Yuan Jing was in the palace, he knew everything in the capital, especially the information about the mission of the Western Regions.

"Your Majesty feels that you are at a loss?" Luo Yuheng frowned her eyebrows lightly, and she found that she was about to lose.

So during the conversation, the two sons' positions were quietly changed.

"Loss?"

Emperor Yuanjing chuckled, and then sighed: "There are some deficiencies, but more helplessness. The little monk is young and has an amazing cultivation level. There are no rising stars in the capital. What can I do?

"It's not easy to let the masters of the Forbidden Army fight, isn't it even more embarrassing."

Luo Yuheng heard it out that Emperor Yuan Jing was blaming Chu Yuanzhen for keeping his hands, not swiftly defeating the little monk, and instead became a stepping stone to others' fame.

"The bald donkey is not good, and I am afraid that he will not easily return to the Western Regions this time." Yuan Jingdi said again.

"What your Majesty wants to say, just say it straight." Luo Yuheng said.

"A few days ago, Master Du'e wanted to see Jianzheng, but he refused. Jianzheng has lived in the star-gazing building for a long time and does not care about world affairs. If he ignores the Western Regions monks... Shot."

Luo Yuheng nodded slowly, and changed the positions of two chess pieces.

After losing three games in a row, Emperor Yuanjing left Lingbaoguan depressed and returned to the imperial palace. He told the old eunuch: "Go and let Wei Yuan find someone. I don't want to see that little monk stand on the ring again."

Emperor Yuan Jing was expressionless, his expression gloomy.

The old **** lowered his eyebrows and pleasing his eyes: "Yes!"

..........

Nancheng, Yangshengtang.

In the backyard, Xu Qi'an and Chu Yuan sat cross-legged, listening to him telling the secret of "nourishing the mind".

Master Hengyuan did not avoid suspicion, sitting on one side to steal the teacher.

"It's not difficult to listen to, but how do you incorporate "spirit" into the knife?" Xu Qi'an asked as he stood up and swung a black gold long knife.

In the process, according to the secret taught by Chu Yuanzhen, he tried to put his spirit into the knife.

but failed.

"You have a calm mood, no joy, no sadness, no worries, and no anger...How to raise your mind?" Chu Yuanzhen said helplessly.

"It's my fault, it's because there is calmness in my heart, and the landslide is in front of me without changing my face." Xu Qi'an said.

The so-called high spirits is essentially an emotion.

Chu Yuanzhen thought for a while and said, "In fact, there is a quick way."

Xu Qi'an's eyes lit up slightly: "Chu Zhuangyuan, please speak."

"Come here." The champion man waved his hand with a smile.

Xu Qi'an walked over immediately.

"Snapped!"

Chu Yuanzhen slapped his backhand.

You are so special... Xu Qi'an is angry, "Brother Chu, you did it on purpose."

"Can you be surprised?"

"It didn't work at all." Xu Qi'an rubbed the hot dough.

"That means the heat hasn't arrived."

Chu Yuanzhen suddenly rushed over and slapped his face continuously. Xu Qi'an tried his best to resist and evade, but was still slapped with a dozen big mouths.

Facing the reluctant Chu Yuanzhen, he was completely angry, and at this moment, he blessed his soul and had a thought to vent.

laugh!

The sharp and unmatched blade cut out, distorting the air.

Chu Yuanzhen seemed unwilling to confront this sharp edge. He raised his head to avoid him, his sword energy rushed into the sky and slowly dissipated.

"Sure enough!" Xu Qi'an was overjoyed.

The knife just now exceeded the limit of his usual sword energy. If he used it with Heaven and Earth, his power would be even higher.

"You really are a genius." Chu Yuanzhen said with emotion.

What he said can be learned in one or three days, and Xu Qi'an only took an hour.

No, in fact, you are a genius who teaches students...Xu Qi'an complained inwardly.

"But if I have to be beaten every time I use this knife, is it too bad?"

Chu Yuanzhen replied: "So I said, getting started is easy, but proficiency is difficult. Your current mood requires external stimulation and cannot be actively displayed."

Ah, there is one more secret method to practice... But I am still the young man who waits to die after slashing a knife... Xu Qi'an feels that his path of cultivation has fallen into something An irreversible state.

He is learning more and more, but his methods of dealing with enemies are still monotonous and extreme.

"But the power I can burst is getting stronger and stronger. I don't know if there will be a day when no one can stop me from being a real master in the world?"

..........

That night, Xu Qi'an heard the second uncle talk about the battle in the Nancheng Ring.

"It is said that a very powerful swordsman made a shot and still has not beaten the monk from the Western Regions." Xu Ershu said with emotion.

"There are so many masters in the capital, you can't even beat a little monk." The aunt ate and spit out casually.

"There are many masters in the capital, but it's not good to go out with big bullying. There are a lot of young masters, but it is said that it is the unique Buddhism King Kong undefeated, let alone the same realm, even if it is one rank, it may not be broken."

Xu Ershu popularizes science for his wife with long hair and short knowledge.

Auntie was trembling with anger after hearing this: "In the huge capital city, even a good young man can't be picked, so my family Erlang will not practice martial arts, otherwise the little monk will be knocked out with a punch."

Xu Erlang waved his hand quickly: "No, no, mother, I can't do it."

After a pause, he said: "The Western Region Mission is indeed a little arrogant. Recently, I was drinking with my classmates. I was quite uncomfortable when talking about this. There is a monk in Beicheng who chants and teaches the Fa every day, and thousands of people listen to it every day. It's an hour or two when it sounds, but those people are poor, how can they waste it?

"There is also the little monk in Nancheng, who relied on his thick skin and rants, but Wufu in the capital couldn't help him. The classmates all said that Wufu could only lie down."

This offends Xu Dalang and Xu Ershu at the same time.

"You scholars also have a mouth open, and talk with nothing." Xu Qi'an sneered.

"rational."

Xu Pingzhi praised his nephew, and by the way suppressed his son Zhonghui Yuan, his wife who was swelling day by day: "Erlang is not a material for martial arts, but Lingyin has fat arms and legs. He has plenty of strength and is more talented than him."

Xu Lingyue glanced at her sister who was immersed in meat-eating, and chuckled softly: "At that time, she will really be eating poorly."

After chatting for a few words, the second uncle sighed: "Don't talk about scholars, none of the colleagues in the guard is angry. Western monks are too arrogant."

There is a reason for the arrogance of Buddhism, they are here to ask the teacher... Xu Qianxin said.

..........

Night fell.

The monk in blue napkin returned to the post and went straight to see Master Du'e, folded his hands together, and said, "Uncle Master, Jianzheng still doesn't see you."

In the orange candlelight, Master Duer's wrinkled face was half reflected by the candlelight and half hidden in the shadows.

"I see, you go down."

The monk retreated.

Master Du'e closed his eyes again, and a golden light burst into the sky at the sky.

The golden light rose slowly, cut through the night sky, and disappeared. About a few seconds later, the dark clouds in the night sky were rolling and thundering.

In the billowing black clouds, a ray of golden light lit up, and then a frenzy of golden light enveloped the entire capital.

The clouds trembled violently, and a Buddha's face appeared, his eyes widened and his eyebrows erected.

This dharma image is huge, and a face alone is half the size of the capital.

In the capital, the people were not affected at all, but all the practitioners felt fear and trembling in their hearts at the same time, just like a small animal in the thunder of spring.

Xu Qi'an woke up in his sleep, rushed out of the room with a pale face, raised his head to the sky, and saw a golden Buddha face condensed above the capital.

This scene is only seen in life, like the Buddha descending, overlooking the world from the clouds.

"Hey........"

The east wing room and the door next door opened at the same time, Xu Ershu and Xu Erlang rushed out, and the father and son kept shaking their legs~lightnovelpub.net~ and looked up at the sky.

"Father, eldest brother...Is the Western Region Buddhism going to shoot in the capital?" Xu Erlang trembled.

Xu Pingzhi was dumbfounded, and he had never seen such a horrible scene in his life.

"Jianzheng, why don't you dare to see me."

At this time, the Dharma minister uttered words like a thunder, and the sound echoed through the capital.

"This Nima's..... The high-level combat power of this world is really terrifying..." Xu Qi'an shook his legs and said with emotion.

..............

PS: After holding a big chapter, it's boring to think about three or four thousand updates, so I kept writing since the early hours of last night and wanted to write 10,000 words. Later I found that I was too overestimated.

There are still two chapters today, unchanged. This big chapter is regarded as compensation.

Remember to help correct the error, I will go to bed first