Chapter 331 He's Coming

"The Saint of Tianzong and my elder brother are friends. They met in the Yunzhou case last year. The Saint of Tianzong followed my elder brother to fight bravely, kill the rebels and suppress the mountain bandits. They shared hardships and formed a deep friendship." Xu Xinnian explained while sipping tea.

These words were told to him by my elder brother, and my mother also said that this Saint of Tianzong had formed a private army in Yunzhou to suppress bandits in the past year... The reason why my mother knew this was because the Saint of Tianzong told her in person.

The Saint of Tianzong and Xu Yinluo have a deep friendship... Wang Simu suddenly realized and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a gentle smile on his face, saying:

"I heard from the guest in the mansion that the Saint of Tianzong Li Miaozhen has the strength of the fourth rank, and since Chu Yuanzhen is fighting with him, his strength will not be bad. Looking at the capital, there are only a handful of people who have the cultivation of the fourth rank at such a young age."

Chu Yuanzhen is not young... Xu Xinnian nodded and said: "The two protagonists of the battle between heaven and man are indeed outstanding."

Wang Simu said: "However, in a few years, Xu Yinluo will be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with these two. After the fight, people in the capital are saying that Xu Yinluo's talent is not inferior to that of the King of Zhenbei."

Xu Xinnian raised his chin and said in a calm tone: "Brother's cultivation is still a little lacking, these rumors are all flattery."

He seemed very proud... As expected, complimenting Xu Qi'an can please Xu Cijiu... Wang Simu analyzed in his heart.

The carriage drove slowly and met the teams in Huaiqing and Lin'an at the gate of the inner city. Two carriages made of golden nanmu stopped at the gate.

"Your Highness, do you think that is Miss Wang's carriage?"

The maid who lifted the curtain to see the scenery saw Wang Simu's carriage and turned her head happily to tell Lin'an.

"It is really Sister Simu's carriage," Lin'an leaned over to take a look, smiling, and ordered: "Go and notify her to come over, I want to ride with her."

The maid immediately shouted.

On the other side, Wang Simu in the carriage heard the call, and opened the curtain in astonishment, and saw the words Lin'an embroidered on the yellow silk cover of the golden nanmu carriage opposite.

Immediately responded with a smile: "Your Highness Lin'an."

Lin'an pushed the maid away, lifted the curtain with her bare hands, and said with a smile: "Sister Simu also went to Weishui to watch the battle between heaven and man?"

Wang Simu said "hmm" sweetly.

Lin'an suddenly became happy, her peach blossom eyes curved into crescents, and waved her little hand: "Come, come to me."

Wang Simu was about to speak, but suddenly her eyebrows were tightly knitted, and she covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and coughed violently a few times.

Lin'an asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Wang Simu said helplessly: "I caught a cold a few days ago, and I took a few doses of medicine. It's no big deal. However, even if it's just the embers, it's not good to infect Your Highness."

Bian Bian looked regretful and told Miss Wang to have a good rest.

Wang Simu smiled and responded. At this time, she saw the carriage in front of her, the window suddenly opened, and a pair of eyes as clear as a cold pond glanced at her coldly.

In an instant, Wang Simu felt that all her little thoughts and ideas were seen clearly.

She forced a smile and lowered the curtain.

After the carriage drove a distance, Wang Simu felt relieved, patted her chest, looked at Xu Xinnian and said, "I am most afraid of getting along with His Highness Huaiqing, she is too smart."

Xu Xinnian smiled.

With an open mind and a firm will, you can face all situations calmly. Even if your inner thoughts are seen, it doesn't matter.

This is because Xu Erlang has experienced several social deaths and has tempered his cunning.

Life is the best teacher.

Two golden nanmu carriages waited for a long time at the gate of the inner city, and finally waited for eight silver gongs, leading more than a dozen silver gongs and more than 30 bronze gongs, and the team came on horseback in an orderly manner.

The last golden gong was on duty at the yamen for several days and could not leave.

Seeing the appearance of the night watchmen, Bian Bian showed a look of realization. She had always felt that there were too few guards to ensure the safety of herself and Huai Qing in such a mixed environment.

With her trust in Huai Qing, Bian Bian did not raise this question.

"With so many golden and silver gongs accompanying us, even if there are thousands of troops on the other side, Huai Qing and I are safe." Bian Bian felt very relieved.

Huai Qing lifted the curtain of the carriage, glanced at the night watchmen, frowned and said, "Where is Xu Ningyan?"

Jiang Luzhong shook his head and scolded with a smile, "This kid sits in the hall for three days and fishes for two days. Most of the time, no one can be found. Who knows where he is."

Huai Qing nodded, lowered the curtain, and the team started, passing through the outer city. After driving on the official road for more than half an hour, the carriage slowly stopped.

"Your Highness, we can only walk if we go further."

The chief guard said.

Huaiqing and Lin'an each got out of the carriage, both in tight clothes. The former had a full chest, protruding front and back, showing the plump figure of a woman.

The latter used a cloud-patterned ribbon to outline her slender waist, and twisted her body in a charming way while walking. Although she did not do anything to seduce people, she looked more charming and seductive than her sister Huaiqing.

Under the protection of the night watchman and the palace guards, Huaiqing and Lin'an left the official road and walked into the weed-covered wasteland. After walking for a quarter of an hour, Lin'an's trouser legs and small cotton boots were covered with dew and grass.

"So many people..."

Lin'an suddenly stopped and sighed.

The Wei River is twenty feet wide, and during the flood season, the width of the river surface can even rise to thirty feet. At this time, the banks of the Wei River were full of people, including people from the rivers and lakes with knives and swords on their backs, and people from the capital who came out to watch the excitement.

There were also idle young men in the capital, officials who asked for leave to watch the battle between heaven and man, and nobles such as the nobles.

Of course, there were also students from the Imperial College and Yunlu Academy, as well as daughters of wealthy families like Wang Simu.

These people brought dozens of guards, and they cleared the field rudely and occupied a place alone.

"Clear the field."

Huaiqing, who picked a good place, waved his hand and ordered the guards to work.

"Another big shot is coming."

"That woman is so beautiful, hiss... There are so many golden gong guards around her?!"

The driven people seemed to be used to it, and changed their positions with curses, and gossiped about Huaiqing's identity.

"She is the eldest princess of our Dafeng, and her title is Huaiqing." A person in the capital said.

"I remember now. She was sitting in the imperial shed when the fight took place that day."

"The princess of our Dafeng is such a beautiful lady. Is she married? Who is her husband?"

"The four princesses of the royal family are all unmarried and waiting to be married. The one next to her is the second prince Lin'an. I think Princess Lin'an..."

Originally, I wanted to make a few comments, but I thought that the Jinluo people were very sharp-eyed and could hear the discussion here, so I shut up immediately and did not dare to talk about the princess.

Bian Bian looked around in the crowd and frowned, saying, "Where is the dog slave, Huaiqing, where is the dog slave."

Huaiqing ignored her.

"Go away, go away..."

At this time, a loud shout came, and Bian Bian and Huaiqing turned around to see dozens of armored soldiers waving their scabbards to drive the crowd away.

The soldiers were guarding a woman wearing a veil. The veil was covered with a veil. Even the most skilled warriors could not see the woman's true face through the two layers of protection.

"The princess is here. Let's go say hello." Bian Bian looked at Huai Qing.

Huai Qing turned away coldly and looked away.

The Jin Luos turned their heads and looked at the princess surrounded by the palace guards, their eyes full of curiosity.

The Princess of Zhenbei was known as the most beautiful woman in Dafeng, but her true face was rarely seen. It was not the first time that the Jin Luos present saw her, but each time they took layers of protection and had no chance to see her beauty.

"Even she is here. The last fight did not alarm the princess." Jiang Luzhong sighed.

"The fight is so mysterious. What's so good about it? The battle between heaven and man in the Taoist sect happens once every sixty years. It has been brewing for more than a month. No one is not curious." Zhang Kaitai said.

At this time, it was just the hour of Mao, and there were another three quarters of an hour before the battle between heaven and man.

Hundreds of people gathered on the banks of the Wei River, looking forward to the next battle. The people were in high spirits, just like going to a market.

Outside the crowd, a canopy was set up to sell tea and breakfast, and the price was more expensive than the stalls in the inner city.

The people in the martial arts world were expectant and excited. The battle between heaven and man happened every sixty years, and each time it was a prosperous time for the martial arts world in Dafeng, second only to the martial arts conference held every thirteen years.

"Hey, look, Liu Yun from the Double Blade Sect is here. Is the one next to her the sect leader Cheng Hensheng?" someone shouted.

Following the sound, a group of martial arts people in tight clothes came over. Their characteristics were that they carried two curved swords, had dark skin, and sharp eyebrows.

One of the girls carrying two swords was particularly beautiful, with wheat-colored skin and sharp eyes, like a vigorous female leopard, extremely wild.

She followed a middle-aged man, who was restrained, as if he was not as sharp as the disciples behind him.

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"The people from Luya Sword Pavilion are here too. Butterfly Sword Lan Caiyi is so beautiful, and her reputation is well-deserved."

"What is the current cultivation level of Pavilion Master Lan Huan? I remember that it was rumored that he broke through to become a fourth-grade warrior last year."

"I saw Miss Rongrong from Wanhua Tower. Hehe, she is indeed a seductive little goblin."

"Are those monks from Qinglong Temple?"

As the time for the decisive battle approached, more and more masters from the martial arts world arrived. Unlike casual cultivators, they were "big shots" with territories and names.

Lan Huan, the Pavilion Master of Luya Sword Pavilion, chose a good position with a wide view, and then turned his head to examine the leader of the Shuangdao Sect not far away, and said with a fist:

"It is said that the cultivation level of the Shuangdao Sect leader is unfathomable. Seeing him today, his reputation is well-deserved."

An ordinary opening remark.

The dark-skinned, serious leader of the Shuangdao Sect looked over and said indifferently, "Master Lan, you are too kind. I am not as good as you."

He has not yet reached the fourth rank.

What? The leader of the Shuangdao Sect is not as good as the leader of the Luya Sword Pavilion?

The eyes of the people in the martial arts world around him lit up, and they were excited to eat a big melon. When they brag to their relatives and friends in the future, they can use this "secret" to attract attention.

The sweet-looking and lively Butterfly Sword Lan Caiyi looked at the wheat-skinned Shuangmen female hero Liu Yun. When their eyes met, Lan Caiyi proudly puffed out her chest.

Liu Yun narrowed her eyes and glanced away with disdain.

Lan Huan continued, "Master, which side do you think has a better chance of winning in the battle between the Heavenly and Human Sects?"

"The Heavenly and Human Sects have fought for thousands of years, and each has won and lost. We will not argue about who is better. However, between Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen, I think Chu Yuanzhen has a higher chance of winning." The master of the Double Sword Sect said.

"Why?" Lan Huan asked with a smile.

"Six years ago, Chu Yuanzhen was praised by Wei Yuan as the best swordsman in the capital, and at that time, Li Miaozhen was not yet an adult. Just based on this background, he has already surpassed Li Miaozhen." The master said.

Lan Huan had a different opinion and said, "You don't know that Chu Yuanzhen is a registered disciple of the Human Sect. He follows the martial arts system and practices the swordsmanship of the Human Sect.

"There is a problem with the path, and Li Miaozhen is a legitimate saint of the Heavenly Sect. "

There are actually these inside stories... The onlookers listened with great interest.

Suddenly, a citizen of the capital city asked loudly: "How do these two compare to our Xu Yinluo?"

Lan Huan heard this and smiled without answering.

The leader of the Double Sword Sect sneered.

"Hey, you two men, what's the point of this?"

The people of the capital city were unhappy.

Butterfly Sword Lan Caiyi looked around at everyone and said crisply:

"Although Xu Yinluo is a natural talent, his qualifications are comparable to the King of Zhenbei, he is only a seventh-grade warrior. And Chu Yuanzhen, a disciple of the Human Sect, and Li Miaozhen, the Saint of the Heaven Sect, the former was able to fight against the fourth-grade Jinluo many years ago. Although he was defeated, after so many years, his strength is probably not inferior to that of the fourth-grade.

"Li Miaozhen dared to come to the capital to issue a challenge, so she must be a fourth-rank warrior."

The people of the capital did not understand cultivation, but they did understand the simple classification of ranks. It turned out that Xu Yinluo, the hero of Dafeng in their minds, was only a seventh-rank warrior?

The two protagonists in the battle between heaven and man were indeed fourth-rank warriors.

"You are talking nonsense. You dare to slander Xu Yinluo. Let's throw stones at her."

"The little girl is pretty, but her mouth is very smelly, hetui..."

The civilians were very disappointed, and then they were furious and took their anger out on Lan Caiyi, the butterfly sword.

"Humph, the dog slave is obviously a sixth-rank warrior." Bian Bian spat.

She was a little unhappy. In Lin'an's opinion, her own dog slave was a great hero who fought against thousands of rebels in Yunzhou alone. He defeated the Buddhist Arhat in front of the Stargazing Tower.

This is something that only big people can do.

She always thought that the dog slave was the best, but now, he was compared and analyzed by others. Suddenly she found that the dog slave was only of the seventh rank.

This huge gap made her feel very uncomfortable.

"In the capital of Dafeng, there are no more than five young people with the fourth rank cultivation." A Jianghu guest wrapped in a black robe said in a deep voice.

"Well, Xu Yinluo can definitely be called a fourth-rank warrior, but he is still too young now, and there is a big gap between him and Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen." Another Jianghu person added.

Bang!

A stone hit and shattered on the invisible gas shield.

The Jianghu person was furious, but he didn't dare to get angry. This is the territory of the capital, surrounded by dignitaries and government masters. If he dared to hurt civilians, he would definitely be severely punished by the government strongmen.

"Nonsense, Xu Yinluo broke the golden body with one sword, how impressive. How could he only be a seventh-grade one."

"That's right, that Chu Yuanzhen is so powerful, why doesn't he fight and break the little monk's golden body."

"I think among the young masters in the capital, only Xu Yinluo is the most powerful. You guys just can't stand Xu Yinluo's glory."

Curses were heard everywhere, and the civilians reacted fiercely and were filled with righteous indignation.

But as they cursed, they saw that no one in the martial arts world spoke for Xu Yinluo, even the government officials and the night watchmen did not speak, so they gradually believed this fact.

A huge disappointment surged in their hearts.

At this moment, the sound of whistling wind came from above, and a figure flew on a sword and condensed over the Weishui River.

This person was dressed in green, with a handsome face. He was not young, but not young either. A wisp of white hair hanging down from his forehead told of his vicissitudes.

"Chu Yuanzhen!"

Below, the crowd shouted in surprise.

As soon as the words fell, another whistling sound was heard. In the distance, a woman riding a flying sword came quickly and stopped opposite Chu Yuanzhen.

The Saint of Tianzong wore a simple Taoist robe, tied her hair with an ebony Taoist hairpin, had a white and sharp face, eyes like lacquer, and thin lips. As the rumors said, she was a beautiful woman who made people's eyes shine.

Seeing this scene, the people of Beijing, who were still annoyed a moment ago, suddenly lost their voices.

Flying on a sword and standing in the air, these are immortal figures that only exist in the stories and storytellers. In this comparison, Xu Yinluo, who often travels on horseback, is indeed not enough.

"Today's battle, do your best." Li Miaozhen stared at the blue-shirted swordsman opposite.

"Okay." Chu Yuanzhen nodded.

The duel between the Taoist leaders is the business of the Taoist leaders. The current battle between heaven and man is between the two of them.

Chu Yuanzhen knew that if Luo Yuheng could not break through the first grade, the battle between heaven and man would be more dangerous than good. If he avoided this battle, Renzong would still send other disciples to fight.

Rather than losing to Li Miaozhen and bringing shame to Renzong, it would be better for him to come. At least he could win three moves first.

It was also a return of Renzong's favor of teaching swords.

"Everyone, retreat ten feet." Chu Yuanzhen shouted.

On both sides of the Wei River, onlookers retreated "clattering".

The battle between heaven and man was about to break out, and countless pairs of eyes stared at the two people in the air, both nervous and excited.

Suddenly, a melodious piano sound rang out, which was very penetrating, echoing over the Wei River and in the fields in the morning light.

This piano sound was so uncoordinated that it disrupted the rhythm of Chu Yuanzhen and Li Miaozhen, and the rising momentum of the two was lost.

Chu Yuanzhen saw Li Miaozhen's face suddenly stiffen, and couldn't help but look back... Then, Chu Zhuangyuan's face also froze.

The crowd followed the sound of the piano and saw a black-sailed boat floating in the distance. A tall young man stood proudly on the bow, leaning on a knife, looking at the undulating river with a timeless look.

He came, slowly coming in the exclusive BGM.