The visitor's face was very white, neither pale nor pale, but a color as clear and translucent as white jade.
His eyes were not dark, but they were terrifyingly bright, like two cold stars. On his dark hair, he wore a beaded crown of sandalwood, and the clothes on his body were as white as snow. He walked very slowly.
, when I walked up, it was like a king walking into his palace, and like a flying fairy from the sky descending to the world.
Not everyone here has seen him, but they can all recognize him.
Ye Gucheng, the Lord of Baiyun City.
A Taoist priest on the side became angry when he saw Ye Gucheng.
This person is Qiu Chuji, a real person from Changchun of the Quanzhen Sect.
Ye Gucheng is famous all over the world. He originally had no grudges against the Quanzhen Sect, but before that, in order to break through the realm of swordsmanship, Ye Gucheng actually joined the Quanzhen Sect with one sword and one person.
First break the Quanzhen Sect's Tiangang Formation, and then fight the Quanzhen Seven Sons.
Flying immortals from the sky, destroying seven stars with one sword.
Not only did it complete Ye Gucheng's realm of cave mystery, but it also achieved the reputation of the Lord of Baiyun City's Immortal Sword.
Before that, although Wang Chongyang faked his death and escaped from the world, the Quanzhen Sect still had an old naughty boy named Zhou Botong, and the Quanzhen Seven Sons were not ordinary people either.
After this battle, the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect was stepped from the clouds into the quagmire by Ye Gucheng.
If Qiu Chuji was young, he would be furious now and draw his sword.
But now Qiu Chuji has become much calmer as he grows older. He knows that drawing the sword again today will not only not save the face of the Quanzhen Sect, but may also damage the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect again.
After entering the Dongxuan realm, he must fight the Lord of Baiyun City again to win back the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect.
"Are you going to place a bet too?!"
Deacon Chen probably guessed the identity of this person, but he didn't complain. They in Tianji Tower are just joining in the fun and making money, and don't want to get involved in the various grievances in the world.
As long as Ye Gucheng doesn't beat Ximen Chuixue, it will be fine.
They don't lose money no matter how they sit in the banker.
"Eight hundred thousand taels, beat Ye Gucheng to win!"
Deacon Chen has no doubt about this. Although Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng are world-famous swordsmen, they also have a common identity - rich people.
Wanmei Villa is Ximen Chuixue's ancestral property, and the surrounding fertile land is also Ximen Chuixue's property.
As for Ye Gucheng, due to his special status, he is not short of money at all.
Ye Gucheng's maid presented a wooden box. After opening it, there were large banknotes with a face value of one hundred thousand taels.
Banknotes with this face value are currently only circulated by Tiandi Bank.
Traditional banks such as Datong Bank, Wanqian Bank, and Hongtong Bank have all had their space compressed. Although they will not suffer losses, it is no longer possible to grow and can only be used as supplementary banks to Tiandi Bank.
Even Datong Bank has now been merged into Tiandi Bank.
On that day, the Hua family was instructed by Yang Qingyuan to sell a large amount of land accumulated in the family to the imperial court.
The imperial court then distributed these fields to the common people in the area who lacked land, and divided them into oral distribution fields.
According to the laws of the Imperial Zhou Dynasty, any man over the age of sixteen can be allocated one hundred acres of land.
An acre is roughly one step wide and two hundred and forty steps long, while an acre is an area of one hundred acres.
The use rights of these fields belong to the imperial court, but the people assigned to them have the right to use them. Until their death, the use rights of these fields belong to the people assigned to them.
This move greatly alleviated the pressure of insufficient land in Dazhou.
Not only that, the Hua family also sold Datong Bank to the imperial court at a low price, which greatly enriched the foundation of Tiandi Bank.
Thirteen is naturally not that kind of mean and ungrateful person, and the support of the Hua family has indeed provided great convenience for the implementation of the imperial decree.
In particular, the Hua family strongly supported the imperial court's policy of spreading farmers into acres of land.
Therefore, under the Thirteenth Charter, three thirds, or three percent, of the royal family's share of the Tiandi Bank was taken out and held by the Hua family.
It seems that this ratio is pitifully small, even only one-fifth of that of Marquis Yang.
But Yang Hou's shares were actually held on behalf of Wudang. Owning the shares of Tiandi Bank was tantamount to resting with the country.
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After checking the authenticity of these banknotes, Deacon Chen from the Tianji Building showed Ye Gucheng a piece of wooden paper and a jade pendant. The wooden sign was engraved with the date and silver coins.
"Sir, after the gambling is over, you can come with this wooden note and this jade pendant to exchange for the silver you won."
"The wooden sign is the evidence and the jade pendant is the letter. Both are indispensable."
Ye Gucheng took the wooden note and jade plaque from Deacon Chen's hand, nodded towards Deacon Chen, and then looked around.
There are quite a few acquaintances here, such as Qiu Chuji from the Quanzhen Sect, and the disciple next to him also looks familiar...
Doesn't this look familiar to you? This Taoist Master Zhen was killed by your sword and his kidney meridian was destroyed. He has been unable to do anything since.
Of course, it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise for him. He has eliminated all distracting thoughts and made great progress in martial arts. I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse?
There is also the Mu Taoist from Wudang. This old man is Zhang Zhenren’s sword-holding Taoist. His swordsmanship, light kung fu and internal strength are all top-notch at the time, and he is a good opponent.
After defeating Ximen Chuixue, you can have a showdown with Mu Taoist.
Ye Gucheng never thought that he would lose. He and Ximen Chuixue were both extremely confident people.
"Farewell!" After finishing what he wanted to do, Ye Gucheng jumped down from Feiyun's window.
The Lord of Baiyun City is not actually the Lord of Baiyun City, Ye Gucheng. He is the owner of Feixian Island in the South China Sea, but the city on Feixian Island is not called Baiyun City.
The Lord of Baiyun City described Ye Gucheng as a man whose sword was like a flying immortal and who was like a flying immortal.
Regardless of the person, the sword goes beyond the white clouds and above the nine heavens, hence the name "Lord of Baiyun City".
Although his Qinggong is not as good as Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing, it is not far behind.
Nearly twenty feet above, Ye Gucheng landed gracefully without any help.
But the moment Ye Gucheng landed, something changed suddenly.
More than ten people who were mixed in the crowd of common people suddenly took action.
Three of them threw shurikens that Japanese people only used when they had to hold back, while the two bald lamas threw out several copper rings.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Everyone has the same goal, which is the Lord of Baiyun City in white.
Rumor has it that the Feihong Sword in Ye Gucheng's hand is the key to a treasure. If he can get this treasure, he will become rich and powerful.
At the moment when everyone's attacks were approaching, Ye Gucheng drew his sword!
Ethereal, unrestrained, elegant.
This is everyone’s first intuitive feeling.
The mental technique that Ye Gucheng practiced was named after the Eight Immortals of Shangdong, and his sword technique was the Baiyun Sword Technique.
The Feihong Sword is like the blue sky and white clouds, dust-free and stain-free.
There was a flash of sword light, so the oncoming shuriken split into two almost at the same moment and fell to the ground.
Then the Feihong Ring was slashed, and all the copper rings were shattered by the sword energy.
The flying needles and iron pills that followed were just toys before Ye Gucheng's flying rainbow.
When he drew his sword, a man in black armed with a Japanese sword took action.
He suddenly jumped up, turned his back to the sun, and suddenly drew his knife.
"Sun Slash!!"
This is a sword technique commonly used in Japanese Kendo, which uses the light of the sun to dazzle the enemy's eyes.
The light of the sun is so blazing that no matter how high your martial arts skills are, it is difficult to look directly at it.
This Sun Slash seemed to be able to absorb sunlight. Ye Gucheng only felt that the light in front of his eyes dimmed, then suddenly brightened, and his eyes closed involuntarily.
The man in black took this opportunity and slashed with his knife.
"Junior Cut!"
This sword is a sure way to kill, like a huge force.
Taking advantage of Ye Gucheng's eyes being closed, he drew his sword instantly. The man in black asked himself that he was 70% sure.
But unfortunately, the fact is that the remaining 30% is the remaining 30%.
The Japanese sword that was slashing diagonally was held up by the Feihong Sword.
Just when the man in black was about to take action again, he felt a sword flash before his eyes.
For a brief moment, the man in black suddenly paused after letting out a pitiful cry, and his whole body suddenly stiffened, standing there like a puppet.
The blood was still flowing, but his man suddenly fell down, like a sack that was suddenly emptied.
"I don't want to kill anyone!"
After saying this, his man suddenly flew up like an eagle; his sword light was like lightning, and he stabbed at the two lamas on the side.
Judging from the number of martial arts paths, these two lamas should be from the same path as those Lu Xiaofeng met before.
The lamas of the Tantric Sect of the Western Regions all use double rings and copper platinum.
One of the lamas vibrated his double rings and struck out with a spin. His moves were also weird and strange.
This double ring is a strange weapon, specially designed to defeat ordinary swords. No matter what kind of sword is trapped, it will be taken away even if it is not broken.
But Ye Gucheng didn't take it to heart. The sword light was like lightning, piercing straight into the double rings.
When the lama saw this, he had a ferocious smile on his face.
When the sword enters the double ring, it is like a moth flying into a flame or a flying bird throwing into a net. With a slight exertion of his arms, he is about to strangle Ye Gucheng's flying rainbow.
But he just felt that his arms could no longer exert any strength at this moment, and only bursts of cold wind poured into his throat.
The sword energy on the Feihong Sword had already penetrated his throat.
In just a flash of lightning, Ye Gucheng had already killed five Yuan Hua realm warriors.
Just when his sword edge was approaching a warrior who was releasing flying needles among the crowd, his Feihong Sword was blocked.
What stopped his flying rainbow was an extremely simple sword. Near the hilt of the sword, there was an ancient seal inscription with the word "Tai'a" as if it were made in heaven.
The owner of Tai'a Sword is a woman wearing a black skirt, white boots, and a hosta in her hair.
"What a sword!"
Ye Gucheng's eyes showed admiration, not only for the Tai'a sword, but also for its owner.
To be able to block his Baiyun Sword Technique so easily, this woman's martial arts skills are probably even higher than rumored.
"Liyue Sword Immortal, Liu Wangshu?!" Ye Gucheng spoke with a hint of excited fighting spirit in his eyes.
This is another worthy opponent!
Just by parrying Feihong, Ye Gucheng felt the pressure from his heart, and this pressure made him feel excited.
"Master Ye Island, this is Jinling City. I can determine that the people you killed before were justified by you in self-defense. But if you continue to kill people after I arrive, I will arrest you too!"
Liu Wangshu's pride was no less than that of the two top swordsmen Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng.
In her eyes, the Sword God and the Lord of Baiyun City were nothing more than mediocrity.
The two sides fell into a brief silence, but it was obvious that Ye Gucheng was not a person who liked to be threatened.
"What if I say no?!" Ye Gucheng slowly withdrew the Feihong Sword and held a sword flower in his arms.
Liu Wangshu Tai'a lowered his head, his eyes were cold, "Then the decisive battle between Ye Island Master and Ximen Manor Master may have been postponed for three years! According to my Ming Law, anyone who defends excessively and causes death will be sentenced to three years in prison!
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Just when the two were about to get into a tense situation, they heard a "puff" of laughter coming from the noodle stall nearby.
Suddenly attracted everyone's attention.
"I'm sorry, I just thought of something happy." Yang Qingyuan stood up slowly and apologized to everyone. The scene just now was really too inconsistent.
Mu Taoist who came down from Feiyun Tower on the side originally wanted to watch the fun and observe Ye Gucheng's Baiyun sword technique, but when he saw Yang Qingyuan, his expression changed. His junior uncle was also here!
Later, Mu Dao realized that he had not noticed the existence of his junior uncle just now.
The original Yang Qingyuan had his own aura, coupled with the looming edge of his body, he would still look extraordinary no matter how hard he concealed it.
But just now, he was clearly eating noodles there, but no master noticed him.
This demeanor and charm reminded him of the real master.
Ye Gucheng also looked at the young scholar who suddenly spoke.
He couldn't feel the slightest bit of true sword energy from this scholar. He seemed to be just an ordinary scholar, but the Feihong in his hand was different from the past. The divine sword channeled spirits, and he seemed to be particularly excited today.
"Master Ye, I have something to say, please listen to it."
"Please speak!" Ye Gucheng said coldly.
"City Lord Ye came to Jinling to duel with Hero Ximen. If he delayed this duel for other trivial matters, he would not only delay himself, but also break his promise to others. Why bother coming?!"
Yang Qingyuan's voice makes people feel like a spring breeze, and it is very comfortable to listen to.
In fact, the meaning behind the truth is similar to what Liu Wangshu just said, but for a cold-hearted person like Ye Gucheng, you can't force or threaten, but you can persuade.
"We have no intention to be enemies with Lord Ye City, but the state has national laws. After all, this is in Jinling City. There are four people on the street. Even if these people are evil people, the court only has legal procedures. I hope Lord Ye will give me a good deal.
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Just when many people were curious about Yang Qingyuan's identity, Yang Qingyuan glanced at Mu Taoren.
Amu, an old man, reacted immediately and looked at Yang Qingyuan, "I have seen my junior uncle!"
Mu Taoist's gift immediately announced Yang Qingyuan's identity.
Mu Tao Ren is not a direct descendant of Wudang, but Zhang Sanfeng's sword-holding Taoist, but he also holds discipleship ceremony in front of Zhang Sanfeng, and is a second-generation Wudang master. His uncle is a first-generation Wudang master.
There are only two people in the Wudang generation, one is Zhenwu Taoist Master Zhang Sanfeng, and the other is his junior disciple, Qingyuan Sword Lord, Yang Qingyuan.
Although Yang Qingyuan is famous, not many people know him in the world, while Mu Taoist has a wide circle of friends.
The smiles on the faces of all the people watching the excitement subsided a bit.
Yang Qingyuan was not only Wudang's junior master uncle, he was also the number one eagle dog in the Zhou Dynasty. Of course, he has been cleared now.
The remaining sneak attackers wanted to run away, but Yang Qingyuan casually popped up his innate invisible sword energy, pierced their left legs, and then said gently and elegantly, "We still need Ye City Lord to cooperate with us in making a record, please do it."
convenient."
The people in the martial arts community who were watching around were as silent as cicadas.
