Chapter 187 Xian Zun

Author: Huang Huoqing

Chapter 187 Xian Zun

April 23, morning.

The sun is shining brightly.

The east wind greets me, gentle and warm, and makes the horse's mane fly.

Hong Fan rode the tiger-eating beast and arrived to the west of Xijing City.

This city is the capital of a state, with a population of over one million, and gathers the essence of Liangzhou.

Hong Fan sat high on his horse and could see the dozens of meters wide moat from the Yao River in the distance.

After that, the high walls stretched along the north-south direction. With just one glance, one could see the city wall that was seventeen or eight miles long, almost the circumference of Jinhai City.

Only the city is only four feet high, which is one foot lower than the Golden Sea. It can hardly be called majestic.

There are sixteen city gates in Xijing, and the one directly to the west is called Anding Gate.

At the doorway, several local businessmen were arguing with the city guards about the taxes and fees for entering the city. They refused to give in and their faces turned red.

Hong Fan followed the flow of people onto the stone bridge, got off his horse, took out the road guide issued by Zheng Zhun, and successfully crossed the border.

The city gate is four feet long.

After exiting the doorway and onto the street, it was another world.

In Jinhai City, three- and four-story buildings are already the highest, but they can be seen everywhere here.

After walking two miles, Hong Fan saw several huge six- and seven-story pavilions.

Compared with Xijiang, the water system in Xijing City is very rich.

Hong Fan mingled among the pedestrians, looking around as if no one else was around, stopping and walking along the street.

The terrain became higher and higher from his feet, the air became moister, and finally the terraces on both sides were exhausted, and the field of vision suddenly opened up.

But he reached a bridge without knowing it.

Passing through the city is the Yao River, which runs through three states and one country for shipping, and is famous in Liangzhou.

More famous than the river is the bridge in front of you.

The bridge is named "Xianzun", it is four feet wide, spans 300 meters of river, and connects the east and west cities.

Looking carefully, there is no gap at all on the bridge, as if it was created by nature and formed in one piece.

In the previous life of the Middle Ages, this was a wonder that could not be completed by human beings.

Hong Fan walked along the raised bridge and stood at the center of the bridge with the highest terrain.

The sight is sweeping and the scenery is infinite.

To the north, the river surface is gentle, with half of the city hanging upside down in it, only rippling slightly at the windshield.

In the south, the water passes through the bridge hole, and the gentle lines stretch for hundreds of meters, like jasper carved with ripples.

Hong Fan held his breath briefly.

This was the first time he had seen such a wide and beautiful body of water since traveling.

Moreover, the water is not limited to the Yao River.

Looking eastward, the sunlight melts into a golden stream, flowing on the connected green tile roofs.

"Brother, you are dressed in fine clothes and have a majestic horse. Are you a newcomer from out of town?"

An old voice interrupted.

Hong Fan looked back and saw an old man in ragged clothes with tangled hair and beard talking.

"The old man will explain to you that this Xianzun Bridge was built by Mu Xianzun, the martial sage who held the sky with one hand four hundred years ago."

"The Holy Prophet practiced the Sutra of Dividing Mountains and Nayue, and with just a wave of his hand, the land on both sides of the Taiwan Strait came alive."

"Earth and stones form arms, climbing towards the center of the river."

"The one on the west bank was climbed six times, and the one on the east bank was climbed seven times. The left and right ones were connected, and they turned back into dead objects together."

"This bridge will be completed!"

"Without this bridge, there would be no Xijing today, and I would have starved to death long ago!"

The old man smiled crookedly and shook the pottery bowl in his hand. The meaning was very clear.

Hong Fan replied "Thank you", took out two pieces of silver, dismounted, walked two steps, bent down and put it into the bowl.

There is no usual crisp tinkling sound of money hitting clay.

The old man received the reward, but the man was in a daze.

He looked at Hong Fan with wide eyes, took back the pottery bowl, pursed his lips and stopped making any sound.

Hong Fan nodded to him, held the red flag, and crossed the Xianzun Bridge.

On Qiaodong Avenue, he walked to Li Xudi and was blocked by pedestrians again.

But on the rooftops of two buildings facing each other across the street, there is a warrior standing on each side with his hands behind his back.

On the top of the three-story building on the left, a young man dressed in black is standing on the ridge. He looks about twenty-two or three years old.

Four floors up on the right, there is another person wearing aqua blue military uniform, standing on tiptoes on the eaves, but he is younger.

The two are about to fight.

In Hong Fan's perception, there were obvious changes in the aura of heaven and earth of the two attributes of metal and water - this shows that the two of them at least have the ability to interact with heaven and man.

So he held the red flag tightly and stopped outside the crowd.

But the civilians in the inner circle were not afraid at all.

"You two gentlemen, please don't damage my employer's roof!"

At the end, a middle-aged man who looked like a steward shouted loudly.

"If there is any damage, I, 'Breaking Sword' Fan Zhengzhi, will compensate you double."

The young man in aqua blue military uniform shouted and suddenly pulled out the long knife on his back.

The qi movement was involved, and the black-clothed warrior immediately took action.

With a flick of his wrist, three fine iron meteors flew out of his sleeves, faster than ordinary people could catch them.

This is the iconic killing method of the Golden Magnetic Gate in Xijing.

Combined with this person's phoenix eyes, sword eyebrows, and black iron ring, Hong Fan immediately understood his identity.

[Ninety-eight of the Genius List: ‘Thunderbolt with a snap of the fingers’ Cao Hanhai, Liangzhou Jincimen, practicing “Iron Hands”...]

The mysterious light streaked across the blue sky between the long streets.

The young man in blue slashed three times with his sword, knocking the iron meteor away from the distance.

[So, this battle will determine the winner of a spot on the Genius List...]

Hong Fan looked at all this in a daze, feeling as if a story he had heard a thousand times suddenly came to reality.

The water vapor exploded with the slashing blow and scattered in the wind.

Fan Zhengzhi made a lot of preparations before coming to challenge.

He knows very well that his iron skills are nimble and quick, and once the opponent controls the rhythm, he will be exhausted.

The true energy of the water movement surges.

Fan Zhengzhi jumped up from the eaves, and water vapor condensed on the blade surface, expanding the blade surface.

The sound of tide filled the long street out of thin air.

The sword was raised high, breaking through the waves.

Cao Hanhai clasped his fingers together and pulled the Iron Meteor back from all directions, preparing to intercept it.

At this moment, Fan Zhengzhi smiled strangely.

In the eyes of everyone, his figure disappeared in mid-air in an instant.

Almost at the same time, Cao Hanhai felt a darkness on his left side, revealing an opponent approaching with a knife.

[What kind of killing method is this that can move two feet in an instant? 】

Hong Fan's pupils shrank in disbelief.

With his feet on the vertical spine, Cao Hanhai remained motionless. He suddenly stretched out his hands and blasted the merging iron meteors towards the front.

Then, everyone saw that the empty void was "crushed".

The water waves splash, twist and reflect light, reflecting thousands of lights and darks on the street.

The real wave breaker is still there.

[So the trick just now was a blinding trick completed with a water mirror and vapor barrier, similar to a mirage? 】

Hong Fan suddenly woke up.

The ultimate move failed, and Fan Zhengzhi was hit by an iron meteor and shot down. After struggling to maintain his breath for several seconds, he was completely defeated.

"Brother Cao, how did you see through the 'mirage'?"

He asked unwillingly as the long sword returned to its sheath.

"Because your sword reflects the sun."

Cao Hanhai replied with a smile.

"The light is not in the same direction as the sun."

Fan Zhengzhi was upset when he heard this and bowed his hands hastily.

With the victory or defeat decided, the two young men left north and south along the long street.

Discussions of the recent battle were everywhere.

"I heard that the Breaking Wave Knife comes from Hongyi City and came to Xijing to challenge the 'River-Changing Dragon'."

"So we lost before we even met our true master? Cao Hanhai's ranking is three places lower than Ao Zhiji."

"His mirage trick is just a trick."

"You might be caught off guard when you first meet, but it won't be new when you meet again. How can you be on the list of geniuses..."

Pedestrians expressed their opinions in groups of twos and threes.

The clogged streets are gradually clearing up.
Chapter completed!