After Zhao Zhiyan introduced Lu Zhanyuan to pay homage to the Quanzhen Eighth Sons, Lin Qingxuan and the Quanzhen Seventh Sons asked a few questions and talked for a while, and the sky became brighter and brighter.
Zhao Zhiyan saw that the teachers had no intention of going up the mountain, so he got excited and asked: "Master, why don't we go up the mountain? Is it possible that the Huashan sword debate is over?"
The Quanzhen Seventh Son smiled when he heard this, and Lin Qingxuan smiled and said: "Yes, it's over."
Zhao Zhiyan felt great regret, secretly blaming himself for not rushing as hard as he could and actually missing the grand event of sword discussion in Huashan Mountain. He asked: "Didn't the last sword discussion last for several days? Why did it end in just one day this time? Then who is the best in the world?"
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The Quanzhen Seventh Son laughed loudly. Zhao Zhiyan, who only laughed, was confused. Hao Datong pointed at Lin Qingxuan and said: "Isn't this the best in the world?"
Zhao Zhiyan was shocked and turned pale, and then burst into ecstasy. He knew that Master Hao would not joke about this matter, so he hurriedly knelt down in front of Lin Qingxuan and said with a smile: "Disciple, congratulations to Master for being the best in the world in martial arts!"
Lin Qingxuan waved his sleeves gently, and a soft force lifted him up, saying: "The best in the world is just because of your master and uncle Zhou. It cannot be said that I am the best in the world in martial arts. I should be the best in the world."
Our Quanzhen sect’s martial arts is number one in the world. You must never be complacent in the future. The more you know that this time you are lucky enough to win the first place in the sword debate, the more you have to practice hard.”
Lin Qingxuan knew that Zhao Zhiyan had only been practicing Taoism for a short period of time, so he was worried about his young character. He thought that his mentor was the best in the world, so he neglected his studies, and even used the title of the best senior student in the world to cheat and become a figure like Qiu Qianzhang in the future.
So he reprimanded Zhao Zhiyan very sternly.
Zhao Zhiyan has been disobedient to discipline since he was a child, and he hates others scolding him the most. However, no matter how harsh and harsh Lin Qingxuan's scolding was, Zhao Zhiyan never felt angry. At this time, he learned that his mentor had become the best master in the world, and the world's martial arts master.
The greatest grandmaster was so excited that he couldn't control himself. He felt that even a slap in the face wouldn't hurt, and he immediately agreed.
Lin Qingxuan has placed high hopes on Zhao Zhiyan since he accepted him as his disciple.
Because Zhao Zhiyan has excellent aptitude, understanding, and good character, as long as he trains carefully, he will be able to reach the first level of the Four Ultimate Skills in twenty years.
Martial arts is only one aspect. For Lin Qingxuan, he has the Yijin Bone Forging Medal, the Quanzhen Heart Technique, the Nine Yin Magical Skills, and the external elixir magic medicine Five Treasures Ba Xia Dan. As long as he is willing, he can create a master out of thin air.
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What Lin Qingxuan really likes about Zhao Zhiyan is that he is also from the lineage of Song Taizu Taizu. In the Southern Song Dynasty, if the emperor is extinct and men are selected from side clans to inherit the throne, even if Zhao Zhiyan has no hope of becoming emperor, his own children may not be able to do so.
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Therefore, Lin Qingxuan wanted to train a disciple with both martial arts and martial arts, so that Zhao Zhiyan could imitate Guangwu Zhaolie in the future and save the Han family from everlasting glory, so he was willing to teach him martial arts.
Seeing that Zhao Zhiyan was really happy for him at this time, Lin Qingxuan also felt warm in his heart and said: "Although you didn't make it to the grand event of Huashan Sword Discussing, you have gained a good friend. Every drink and every peck is destiny."
Zhao Zhiyan nodded and said, "That's what Master said."
"Brothers, have you rested? Let's continue walking?"
Lin Qingxuan stood up and asked the Quanzhen Seventh Son first. Seeing that all seven of them had also stood up, he looked at Lu Zhanyuan with a smile and said, "Little friend Lu, are you following me or do you have other plans?"
Lu Zhanyuan was already very respectful to the Quanzhen Eighth Sons, who were famous all over the world. At this time, Lin Qingxuan unexpectedly became the "No. 1 in the world" in the Huashan Swordsmanship. He was even more respectful and awe-stricken. He bowed respectfully and said: "I have heard that this junior
Senior masters are going to discuss swordsmanship in Huashan Mountain, and I want to come and have a look. I just want to try my luck without knowing the specific date. Unexpectedly, I meet Brother Zhiyan. I haven't caught up with the grand event now, but I feel very happy to see the real person.
If you are satisfied, I won’t disturb you anymore.”
Lin Qingxuan nodded and left Shansun Pavilion with the Quanzhen Seventh Son.
Zhao Zhiyan and Lu Zhanyuan murmured for a long time before following up. Seeing that he was distracted, Lin Qingxuan asked: "Zhiyan, what do you want to do?"
Zhao Zhiyan said respectfully: "Brother Lu, he is going to Dali to return the death relic of a senior monk. Disciple, are you wondering if there are any powerful martial arts figures in Dali?"
Lin Qingxuan smiled slightly and said: "You have already begun to master martial arts and can practice in the world. If you want to go with us, go ahead, but remember not to do anything that will ruin the family tradition!"
Zhao Zhiyan looked slightly happy, knelt down and kowtowed: "I know that I can't hide anything from you, my disciple. I must leave early and come back early."
After saying goodbye to Lin Qingxuan and the Seventh Son of Quanzhen, he walked away a dozen or so steps when he suddenly heard his mentor's voice, as if in his ears: "The world is dangerous, take my master's Jiuzhen Sword to defend yourself."
He turned around and saw his mentor's sword flying flatly in front of him. He hurriedly reached out to catch it, bowed deeply, and then stood up and left.
Lin Qingxuan and the other eight continued to walk south. An hour later, they arrived at a shop. The eight of them found a tea shop and ordered some plain noodles. After eating, they did not leave, but sat and drank tea leisurely.
The break seemed to be intentional.
After chatting for a while, Qiu Chuji suddenly thought of his incompetent disciple Yang Kang, and felt very regretful in his heart. He secretly blamed himself for his lack of discipline and allowed him to shamelessly defect to Wanyan Honglie and assassinate Guo Jing. If he hadn't met that Mu Shi later.
Senior Eight, if his martial arts is abolished, I don’t know how many bad things he will do.
Thinking of this, Qiu Chuji wanted to visit his disciple. At the same time, he was worried that Lin Qingxuan would be too arrogant and indulge his disciple and train Zhao Zhiyan to become the next Yang Kang. He muttered: "Junior brother Lin, I think you are very good to Zhao Zhiyan. He grew up in
Wealthy people don't have much to endure, so don't let someone indulge you, lest he doesn't know how to do it and does something wrong."
Lin Qingxuan understood what his senior brother meant as soon as he thought about it. He nodded and said: "What senior brother said is that I asked him to go to Dali with that Lu Zhanyuan because I wanted him to see the great rivers and mountains and experience the military disasters suffered by people all over the world.
Even though he is suffering, in the future he will still be able to take the people's heart into consideration, shoulder the responsibilities of his clan, and serve the country."
The Seventh Son of Quanzhen were shocked when they heard this. After thinking about it for a moment, they realized that their junior brother actually wanted to cultivate a person who was brilliant and mighty and powerful. They remembered that the Jin Kingdom was now destroyed, and Mongolia was already in power, but the Song Dynasty was
It is still in decline, and in such troubled times, it is indeed necessary for a capable Song Dynasty clan to cheer up.
"I didn't expect Junior Brother Lin to have the idea of becoming an Emperor's Master. He is indeed the best little magical power in the world!"
Qiu Chuji stroked his beard and laughed, and the others also laughed after hearing this.
Quanzhen Bazi was talking to himself, and his voice was a little louder because he was happy. Sitting at a table in the west was a barbarian with a high nose and deep eyes, curly yellow hair, wearing Hanfu, with pearls hanging around his neck, and jade bracelets on his wrists.
, dressed in jewels and jewels, I couldn’t help but take a second look when I heard the Quanzhen Badao’s words.
There were more than a dozen big men sitting at another table. Ever since Lin Qingxuan and other Taoists came in, they had been watching frequently. When they saw them talking about "Huashan Sword Discussing" and "the best in the world", they all changed their minds.
The leaders were two tall men, one was in his forties and the other was in his twenties. The man in his twenties couldn't hold back after listening for a long time and slapped his palm on the table in front of him.
With a crash, the hardwood square table shattered into pieces like paper and dirt.
"The Quanzhen thieves are here to avenge the old gang leader!"
A shout was like a mountain falling apart, and a burst of footsteps and shouts of death suddenly came from outside.
Quanzhen Bazi looked calm and still sipping tea slowly.
More than a dozen men and dozens of people who rushed in from outside the store surrounded Lin Qingxuan and eight people. The other customers in the store and the store owner were so frightened that they fled out. Only the bejeweled foreigner was left sitting there and watching.
, seemed to be stunned.
Two tall men in black glared at the barbarians and stood in front of Lin Qingxuan's table. The older one grinned and said: "You are the Quanzhen Eighth Prince, right? Huh, our mentor Mr. Qiu was killed by you.
Today I will kill eight of you with my own hands to avenge my mentor!"
The younger man frowned and said, "Brother Qiao, why didn't they panic at all? Is there something wrong with the medicine I gave? It didn't work?"
Brother Qiao frowned when he heard this and took a closer look. He saw that the eight Quanzhen disciples were indeed looking at him and others with calm faces. He took two steps left and right and saw a puddle of water under the feet of the eight Taoist priests. His expression suddenly changed.
He knew that Quanzhen Bazi had long been aware of the poisoning, so he used his skills to force the poison in the food and the tea out of his feet. This was when he suddenly realized it and said: "No wonder you guys keep drinking tea!"
The younger man snorted coldly: "Are you eight Taoist priests scared to death? Brother, do it!"
Brother Qiao was shocked and doubtful, gritted his teeth and said: "Do it!"
The two men immediately waved their palms to strike down, and the rest of the people came forward with swords to attack. They were all experts in the martial arts world, and even the famous masters could not resist if they fought together.
However, the Quanzhen Eighth Sons did not dodge, and did not even move. When the swords and weapons were about to hit him, they suddenly waved their whisks. There was only a crackling, clanking and popping sound, and dozens of black-clothed people in the small shop were heard.
All the customers flew out of the store, turned into gourds and fell together one by one. The previous one fell to the ground in a cloud before he could react. His body was in severe pain. He didn't know where he was injured but was pinned down by the next one.
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The two tall men in the lead were the best in martial arts, but when they hit Lin Qingxuan's chest with four palms, they saw that the little Taoist priest did not collapse his sternum and died. Just when the two of them felt strange, a huge force surged in, and they couldn't control it and collapsed.
Fly out.
However, this group had a large number of people, and the two leaders were really good at martial arts. When they came out of the tea shop, the two of them staggered and stood still. Although their arms were dislocated by the shock, they gritted their teeth and moved back, still yelling at the gang outside.
He ordered: "Quickly, rush in and kill the eight Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect!"
I don't know when, but there was no one in the shop. There were only hundreds of men in black holding swords, guns, forks and other weapons. When the leader spoke, even though dozens of masters had flown out of the small tea shop, the remaining people were still fierce.
He rushed in without fear of death, and then was flown out at a faster speed, landing with a thud like a reincarnation in a temple's pocket.
After a moment, there were less than a hundred men in black still standing, and more were lying staggering in the distance. Senior Brother Qiao snorted coldly and said: "Junior Brother Wanyan, these Taoist priests are so evil, and the poison is forced by their luck.
Out!"
Junior Brother Wanyan took out the rocket in his arms, lit it and flew up to the sky. In less than a moment of burning the incense, thousands of golden soldiers came around on horseback.
Junior Brother Wanyan pointed at the shop and said, "Set rockets to burn down the shop, and kill everyone who comes out of there!"
The Persian with deep eyes and high nose suddenly came out and said in a trembling voice: "Sir, spare your life!"
Junior Brother Wanyan waved his hand, and the Persian bowed repeatedly and escaped.
The small tea shop was silent. Both Senior Brother Qiao and Junior Brother Wanyan knew that these eight Taoist thieves were skilled in martial arts. If they didn't rush out, they must have felt that they and others could not hurt them.
Junior Brother Wanyan snorted coldly, waved his arms and said, "Shoot!"
Thousands of golden soldiers on horseback bent their bows and fired arrows. The first round of rockets hit the tea shop, and the small wooden house was immediately ignited into a house of fire.
Junior Brother Wanyan said in a deep voice: "Everyone put on their sharp swords and stood ready. My eyes were wide open. As soon as the thieves inside came out, I shot them into hedgehogs!"
All the golden soldiers agreed in unison, and then thousands of sharp arrows were aimed at the doors and windows of the fire house.
The small wooden house could not withstand the fire and began to crackle within a dozen breaths. Just when Senior Brother Qiao and Junior Brother Wanyan were feeling uneasy, there was a sudden loud noise, and the small wooden house that was completely ignited by the rocket was like ignited explosives.
In the warehouse, the entire roof was lifted with a bang, and then the thatch and beam purlins that were ignited by the fire flew away with roaring flames, hitting many golden soldiers in the camp. Not many golden soldiers were killed, but the flames
Up close, most of the golden soldiers' mounts were frightened and fled, leaving many golden soldiers behind.
Lin Qingxuan and other Quanzhen Eight Sons just worked together to lift up the roof. When they landed, they were already outside the house. They saw that most of the golden soldiers were trampling against each other because their horses were frightened. The Quanzhen Eight Sons, who originally wanted to go on a killing spree
Knowing that Jin Bing no longer had to worry, he suddenly felt so boring again.
Tan Chuduan was the tallest and strongest among the seven Quanzhen disciples. He took a step forward, pointed at Senior Brother Qiao and Junior Brother Wanyan, and said in a deep voice: "You are disciples of the Iron Palm Gang, and Qiu Qianren is your master, isn't that right?"
"right!"
Junior Brother Wanyan's features were pretty and his eyes were full of evil spirits. He said in a deep voice: "Yes, you are Tan Chuduan. My master was forced to death by the eight of you Quanzhen disciples on the top of Mount Hua. I, the Iron Palm Gang, will definitely not be able to compete with you Quanzhen."
Teach Ganxiu!”
Lin Qingxuan snorted coldly: "Although Qiu Qianren has great martial arts skills, he is willing to be a traitor and a lackey. For many years, the Iron Palm Gang has hidden evil and evil, killing people and stealing goods. In recent years, he has also had an affair with the Kingdom of Jin. Your Iron Palm Gang wants to teach me Quanzhen."
Enemies, hehe, I just want to say one thing, who do you think you are?"
Although Lin Qingxuan and the Quanzhen Sect have had many enemies over the years, both Qiu Qianren and Ouyang Feng have acted openly and openly. Both of them are Grand Masters, so Lin Qingxuan will naturally leave them with what a Grand Master should have.
tolerance.
However, the gang in front of them first used poisonous methods, and now they mobilized golden soldiers to besiege. Although Lin Qingxuan had already mastered the Taoism and had nothing to worry about, he was still worried about the entangled Iron Palm Gang.
The disciple still has real fire.
Thinking of the evil deeds this group of guys had done, which had caused complaints from the two lakes, Sichuan and other places, and was the base camp of traitors and lackeys, I knew that it would be as difficult as the sky to persuade them to do good, so I couldn't help but sneered, and disappeared in a flash.