From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 146 True Monarch Qingxuan is a Living God

For many days, we have been in the same boat and shared life and death. Hou Tonghai has formed a deep friendship with this little girl. He has already recognized her in his heart. He really feels that he represents the lifelong inheritance of martial arts of the Yellow River Gang. deficit.

It is absolutely impossible to find a Han in the Western Regions, and my own martial arts are far inferior to others' Quanzhen. If I teach them to Quanzhen's disciples, they will not like them, so it is better to pass them all on to this girl. In the future, the Yellow River Gang's Inheritance doesn't count and it's cut off when it's in his own hands.

Hou Tonghai's idea of ​​accepting Joyce as his apprentice gradually firmed up, and the two discussed for a while, knowing that if they wanted to leave, they had to leave the continent by boat.

However, Hou Tonghai described that the clothes were different from those of the locals, and the language was not fluent. If he showed his face within a short time, he would probably be chased by the Holy See. Joyce had already changed her clothes at this time, and she looked like the locals. A little girl from the countryside is about the same.

So Joyce ran to the port with some silver coins and gold coins, and asked the departing ships and found that there was only one ship to leave the fastest, not to Athens and Constantinople, but to Sicily to carry passengers. and material.

Worried about being overtaken by the Holy See's pursuers if it dragged on, Joyce felt that although Grandpa Hou's martial arts were also very powerful, he was far inferior to his two grandfathers. People are afraid that they will not be able to leave.

So Joyce immediately called the shots and paid the boat fee, and then bought a robe and hat to dress up with Hou Tonghai, inferring that he was a leper. Since Hou Tonghai has fleshy horns, just showing his forehead can be convincing, which is described as extremely ugly. of lepers.

A few hours later, Joyce and Hou Tonghai boarded the merchant ship without any risk.

Soon the ship left the port and entered the sea. Hou Tonghai and Joyce stayed on the ship for a long time before arriving at the largest port in Sicily and also the capital of the Kingdom of Sicily, Palermo. This is not only the ancient capital city, but also the history. It is a long-standing cultural city and one of the important transit places for Mediterranean trade and shipping.

According to Joyce's understanding, Sicily is a large island with a long history, and it is also the residence of the Knights Templar after they lost Jerusalem, so it is also another key holy place for the Holy See.

However, with the loss of Jerusalem, many elites and the three leaders of the Knights Templar died in the Holy War in Jerusalem, resulting in a serious shortage of high-end combat power of the Knights for more than 30 years. It has been in decline for many years, and nothing exists feeling.

Hou Tonghai said with a smile after learning about these things from Joyce: "It's a pity that the home of the Knights Templar is not in the Vatican in Rome, otherwise a few masters would have to die in Avanti and those high-ranking officials. Human hands."

Joyce remembered the tragic scene of Ulf's shot, and the terrifying scene when Avanti and Qingxuan Zhenjun fought, which was like a god and a demon descending to earth, kicked in his heart, nodded and said: "Yes, Grandpa Hou, Qingxuan Zhenjun and Avanti's martial arts have reached the level of gods, let alone the Knights Templar, aren't my grandfather and Ulf also dead? I think it is the military strength of the Holy Crusaders during the Eastern Expedition. I'm afraid it's useless to them, and can only be sent to death."

Hou Tonghai laughed and said: "That's natural, the great master can be called the enemy of ten thousand people, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the martial arts of Qingxuan are invincible."

The two got off the boat while talking, and Joyce inquired for a long time to find out that it would take two days for the merchant ship to go to Constantinople, so the two found a hotel in the city of Lemo. stayed.

That night, Hou Tonghai was asleep by himself, and suddenly he heard a loud laugh outside the house and immediately sat up. He asked suspiciously, "Why does it sound like Zhenjun Qingxuan's old man's voice? Could it be that he also came here."

Following the laughter came a paragraph, Hou Tonghai frowned, but only understood a few words such as "pope" and "death".

Just as I was wondering, Joyce's voice came from outside the door: "Grandpa Hou, I sound like the voice of Zhenjun Qingxuan."

Hou Tonghai hurriedly opened the door and asked, "What did Zhenjun Qingxuan say?"

"The old man spoke in Latin, which means 'You, the Pope and Bishop of the Holy See, most of you have died, and you don't hide and survive and slowly develop, and you dare to kill Pindao halfway, it's really ridiculous, today Pindao is here for you. Send some good gifts, so that you know the methods of the Quanzhen Sect'."

Hou Tonghai laughed and said: "It must be the Templars in Sicily who heard about the killing of the Pope and the Templar guards by Ulf and Avanti in the Vatican, but if the real murderer died, they would I found Zhenjun Qingxuan and annoyed his old man, so why don't you come to look good for them?"

The voice was nearby when it first entered the ear, but when the last words were said, it seemed to have gone a long way

Because Latin is spoken in the vicinity of the Holy See, and the common language in Europe is also Latin, Hou Tonghai has also learned a lot of Latin with Joyce these days. He praised: "The pronunciation of Qingxuan Zhenjun is really standard, and his voice is very loud. He is worthy of being a living fairy, and he is a hundred times better than Laohou in learning everything."

Hou Tonghai muttered and got up immediately, sneering: "It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with good words, and the great mercy is too much. Hey, these stubborn things dare to provoke the Qingxuan Zhenjun, isn't this a death sentence?"

With that said, Hou Tonghai told Joyce to be honest, and then put on his coat and went out.

Although Hou Tonghai was extremely confident in Lin Qingxuan, he believed that not to mention Europe and the Western Regions, the people in the world who could hurt Lin Qingxuan might not have been born yet.

But it was related to the rise and fall of the sect, and it was Qingxuan Zhenjun who came to clean up the Knights Templar, so Hou Tonghai was going to follow the sound to take a look.

Lin Qingxuan's voice was not too loud at first, but Hou Tonghai's skill was profound and he was quite sensitive to Lin Qingxuan's voice. Although there was still some noise disturbance in Palermo at night, Hou Tonghai was still far away according to the direction he heard the voice. It was recognized that it was heading towards the tall and majestic Norman Palace in the center of the city.

So Hou Tonghai walked lightly and quickly, and after a while, he arrived in front of the Norman Palace. In front of the magnificent palace were two ancient churches, the Palatine Cathedral and the Palazzo Cathedral.

From a distance, Hou Tonghai saw a dozen tall and majestic Templars wielding swords, hammers, flails and other weapons in front of the palace gate illuminated by the bright moon, and surrounded a tall and thin Taoist man in a long blue robe.

The moonlight shone down, Hou Tonghai stared at it, but it wasn't Qingxuan Zhenren, and who was it?
Hou Tonghai stepped forward quickly, but saw Master Qingxuan wave both hands.Those Templar knights seemed to be hit by acupuncture points, and they were hit by invisible palms without moving or hiding. Everyone fell down one by one like wheat grass under a tornado.

Master Qingxuan only sent out a few palms, but the dozens of Templar knights who still looked like electricity in the dark night and stood there like an iron tower fell silently.

From Hou Tonghai's point of view, each of them are masters with superb external skills, and he may not have the confidence to win when they fight alone. However, so many masters are wearing iron armor, but they are like a piece of paper under the palm of the Qingxuan Zhenjun. , grass.

After the crowd fell, some cold air blew in front of Hou Tonghai with the breeze. His heart shuddered, knowing that Qingxuan used that door to submit his hand to Ulf and Afan. The most cold magic, these Templars may have been frozen into ice lollies one by one.

After arriving in Sicily, Hou Tonghai and Joyce first inquired about the situation on the island when they stayed at the hotel, and also learned that the Norman Palace and the two cathedrals are the current shrines of the Templars.

It is said that the Knights Templar guard the imperial city, the capital of the Kingdom of Sicily. In fact, they also use the wealth of a country to support the Knights Templar.

Therefore, there are not only hundreds of Templars in the two cathedrals, but also dozens of old Templars who are said to have returned to the island from Jerusalem after Jerusalem was lost. These Templars are excellent in swordsmanship and superb in external skills. A top-notch expert.

But now these masters are facing the palm of the Qingxuan Zhenjun, regardless of whether they are young or old, high martial arts and weak martial arts, all of them are treated equally.

Hou Tonghai was surprised, and the guards in the palace were even more frightened.

For the people of the Kingdom of Sicily, the Templars are not only the outstanding martial arts in the Holy See, but also the famous nobles, who are big figures in the clouds, but now the only 10 Templars who have survived have encountered this. It is said that Dongfang Quanzhen All Taoist wizards died silently.

The guards in the palace and the retinues of the Templar Knights lined up in front of the church were originally going to follow the Knights Templar to besiege Lin Qingxuan, but when they saw this mysterious oriental man, he just waved his hand gently, and then there was the biting cold wind. The coldness filled the air, and then the Templar knights with extraordinary abilities fell silently.

All the knights and retinues looked like hell.

In their cognition, they do not believe that there is such a miraculous magic that cannot be seen by the naked eye.

Lin Qingxuan saw that everyone dared to go forward again, he took out a cloth bag from behind, and when he shook it open, more than ten silver crosses fell down, each with text engraved on it.

Everyone knows that this is the status symbol of every Templar. This oriental wizard dropped more than a dozen silver crosses, which means that the Templars who were escorting to St. Peter's Basilica in Rome have been killed by him.

The squires realized a terrible fact, that is, the knights of the Knights Templar who suppressed Europe and the Tianfang religion seemed to have all died at the hands of the Eastern Qingxuan Zhenjun, who had already wiped out the Knights Templar. .

Thinking of this, the retinues were naturally frightened to death, and the guards guarding the palace hurriedly closed the city gate after seeing the cross, and held the gate with wooden sticks, lest the wizard from the east would change. Become a demon night wolf torn apart the city gate, rushed into the city and ate everyone like a cookie.

Lin Qingxuan said in standard Latin: "These are the Templars who ran to the port of Lidodi to kill me. Their skills are not bad, but their eyes are too bad. It is obviously Ulf and Avanti who killed your Pope and Bishop. , what are you looking for? I persuade them not to listen and send them to your paradise to enjoy themselves."

Lin Qingxuan's words were flat and without any emotion, but the guards in the palace and the hundreds of squires in front of the cathedral were so frightened that their hair stood on end.

"Isn't your conversion to the universal religion for the sake of heaven and happiness? Now that the Knights Templar have been sent to heaven by the poor, who else wants to go?"

Lin Qingxuan said with a grin and a hearty laugh, but everyone couldn't help but shivered when they heard it.

The squires shouted and threw down their weapons and fled, and then it was like an avalanche, and the other squires rushed to escape. In a moment, there was only a floor of swords and armor in front of the two cathedrals, and no one was left. .

And a white flag swayed from the palace castle, and then a trembling voice came out: "Your Majesty the Pope of the East, our Majesty of the Kingdom of Sicily, please let me tell you that we are willing to surrender, please give the kingdom the due consideration. Some decent, how much money you need, we will prepare for you..."

Hou Tonghai laughed when he heard it, but Lin Qingxuan turned a deaf ear, turned to look at Hou Tonghai in the dark, and asked, "Old Hou, what are you sneaking about?"

Hou Tonghai bowed and said: "The villain heard the voice of the real monarch, so he followed up. I didn't expect these Templars to be so bold, and they dared to besiege and intercept you. Tell me, these guys are really good. Shou Xing Gong hanged - looking for death!"

Lin Qingxuan asked, "Why are you here and why are you here?"

Hou Tonghai hurriedly buried himself in Avanti according to the instructions of the real emperor, and then rescued Joyce, the granddaughter of Robin Hood who was chased and killed by the Holy See. Then the two disguised themselves and fled all the way south, and then took a boat to Sicily. things in detail.

Lin Qingxuan nodded and said: "Although your martial arts are not among the best in the world. But in today's Holy See, there are probably not many people who can surpass you in martial arts. If you escaped alone, you may have already passed Constantinople. Well, you want to walk with that woman, could it be that you have a crush on her?"

Hou Tonghai waved his hands again and again and said with a smile, "Zhenjun made fun of him, Lao Hou, I just saw that the girl was pitiful, and I saw that her roots were very good. I thought of passing on the martial arts of the Yellow River Gang, so I had the idea of ​​accepting her as a disciple. , this is..."

Lin Qingxuan pondered for a while, and smiled: "The woman looks at the martial arts, and her aptitude is really good. If she can really learn the martial arts of your Yellow River Gang, I am afraid that she will be better than the blue."

Hou Tonghai smiled, then pointed to the frozen Templars everywhere, and said, "My lord, if you take this shot, I think the Holy See is completely planted."

Lin Qingxuan stroked his beard and said: "My own sin is unforgivable. I was riding Avanti's donkey, and I was going to take a boat in the port of Lido di Rome, but I met a dozen old guys of the Knights Templar, and I was going to kill me when I came up. I, alas, I didn't even notice that donkey was killed by them, so I had no choice but to send them back to the west.

Thinking that there is still a fucking lair in Sicily, I found a fishing boat and forced the fisherman to send me to the island. I wanted to show some means to make the guys of the Knights Templar more honest, but they heard the sound and said it directly. Besieged me, and I had to send them to be reunited with Jesus.

I thought it was to show less punishment, but I didn't expect that I still started killing, hey..."

Hou Tonghai didn't understand the Taoist principle of valuing life, let alone how to persuade people to be kind. He thought to himself: if you kill it, you will kill it. Isn't it good to kill?
But seeing that Lin Qingxuan couldn't bear it, he hurriedly snorted coldly, stared at the palace and said, "Your Majesty, did you still use your immortal magic to destroy this palace? I don't think the emperor of Sicily is a good bird!"

Lin Qingxuan shook his head gently and said, "People who are monks can't shout and kill easily. These people have never provoke you or me, so let them be spared."

Hou Tonghai bowed and said: "True Monarch is merciful, hehe, the Holy See and the Templars are absolutely inseparable, and we will also benefit from the Quanzhen Sect's mission in Europe in the future. It is estimated that the Taoist priests of the third and fourth generations will be able to suppress the Holy See."

Lin Qingxuan was noncommittal, and said: "Then it will depend on the methods of the successive palace masters of the Yuqing Palace in the Western Regions. I am going to return to the Middle Earth. You are preaching in Kyiv Haosheng, if you make good achievements, you have accumulated good deeds, but you can return to the middle. The soil is old."

Hou Tonghai was overjoyed, knelt down and kowtowed, "Thank you, True Monarch."

Lin Qingxuan flicked his sleeves, turned around and slowly paced with his hands behind his back.

Hou Tonghai got up and hurriedly followed, and soon the two of them arrived at the beach.

At this time, the moon was hazy and the sea breeze was pleasant. Watching the waves in the distance move forward one after another, pushing them to the shore one after another, making the sound of Hera Hera, Hou Tonghai knew that it was a high tide.

Lin Qingxuan waved his right hand lightly, and a soft force rolled out. In the distance, a slender reed-like bamboo with variegated leaves suddenly flew out from the tidal flat of the estuary, as if being pulled up by an invisible big hand. It flew into Lin Qingxuan's hands, and he nodded with satisfaction, and said, "The power of this brush is not bad."

Hou Tonghai stared in surprise and said, "Could this be the long-lost magic of capturing dragons and controlling cranes?"

Lin Qingxuan thought for a while and said, "It's almost the same."

Saying that, Lin Qingxuan threw the reed bamboo in his hand towards the sea. The reed bamboo was about nine feet long. Although it was much lighter than the bamboo pole, it flew out faster than the bow and arrow. Three minutes later, it landed on the sea more than ten feet away with the sound of whistling wind.

Hou Tonghai was puzzled, but saw Lin Qingxuan suddenly flew up with a long roar, the Taoist robe fluttered like a flying kite and a falcon, and fell on the reed bamboo floating on the sea.

The hollow in the middle, the fluffy reed bamboo is even tied with a palm-sized stone, and it is afraid that it can fall to the bottom of the sea immediately, but Lin Qingxuan stood on the reed bamboo and even the person and the reed did not sink at all.

Hou Tonghai watched Zhenjun Qingxuan stand on top of the reed with his hands behind his back. His feet were on the reed pole one after the other. The reeds under his feet were like living fish, and the moonlight shone down, turning them into a sword from the string. Running out, carrying Qingxuan Zhenren on his back, he went away at sea.

Under the moonlight, the glittering sea surface and the little drops of water thrown by the reeds and bamboos quickly became a shocking sight that Hou Tonghai would never forget for a lifetime.

Hou Tonghai's brain roared, and he couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

After a long time, he regained his senses, only to feel his tongue dry, coughed twice and shouted in a hoarse voice: "This... This Qingxuan Zhenjun has become a real god? Yes, Zhenjun. It's a living fairy!

It is said that the ancestor of the Bodhidharma crossed the river with a reed. It seems that it is not a myth or legend. Didn't the Qing Xuanzheng cross the sea with a reed?
I'm afraid it must be the unparalleled magic skill. Only by practicing the ability of the Golden Immortal on the land can I do such a thing. God, I didn't expect that my old man would have the blessing to witness this magic and immortal method. "

(End of this chapter)