This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 190 Ji Xuan has come to see it? ? ! !
No matter which one is better than making Hai Wuyang angry.

The eldest sister of the Hai family is famous far and wide.

There is no need to doubt this.

Lu Yuanzhi also suffered a lot from it.

"Only villains and women are difficult to raise."

Hai Wuyan finally snorted coldly and stopped talking to his cousin. He didn't know what kind of style his mother was in. Why did he want to ask his eldest sister to follow him in practicing Chinese calligraphy?

"That's what the sage said too? What do you mean?"

The cousin looked at Hai Wuyan with a confused look.

The corner of Hai Wuyang's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned his head arrogantly and said nothing, and refused to say a word.

"Er baby, I have something important to ask you."

Lu Yuanzhi didn't let the brother and sister get angry because of this matter, but looked at Hai Wuyang solemnly.

Hearing this, Wuyang's expression changed, he looked at his elder brother and frowned slightly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Lu Yuanzhi didn't answer immediately, but found a place to sit comfortably and said:
"I heard you went to Xuanwu Street today?"

Lu Yuanzhi didn't break the matter up and said that he still cared about Hai Wuyang's face.

Hearing this, Wuyang nodded calmly and said, "At the order of my teacher, I went there."

Lu Yuanzhi asked pretending not to know: "What are you doing on Xuanwu Street?"

Of course, Lu Yuanzhi's poor acting skills cannot be hidden from Hai Wuyang.

Wuyang took a deep breath and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Hearing that Wuyang asked this question, Lu Yuanzhi no longer concealed it.

He looked very serious and said: "I have been ordered to challenge the ring tomorrow. I want to know the general strength of that little monk from you. After all, in the entire capital, you are the only one who can make that little monk almost overturn, and other trash can't even let him. He made his second move..."

The words are all flattery.

Hai Wuyang listened very well.

After all, what Lu Yuanzhi said was the truth.

Moreover, Hai Wuyang was already gaining fame after his arena battle with the little monk.

All the teahouses in the capital have even started to have storytellers come to report Hai Wuyang's fight against the young monk, and after the young monk vomited blood, he took the initiative to admit defeat for fear of the young monk's face. He was actually a college student from Qinghe Academy.

"Ho."

After Hai Wuyang heard Lu Yuanzhi's words, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across his face, and then he looked at Lu Yuanzhi expressionlessly and said:

"That little monk is extremely powerful."

The expression was equally dignified, even worse than Lu Yuanzhi's just now.

He is the one who has faced the little monk Yingchen directly, so his understanding of the little monk is even higher than that of everyone in the capital.

After all, he was the only one who forced the little monk to vomit blood.

He also knew that the little monk's last big move hadn't been released yet.

"The little monk's strength is really that unfathomable?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Lu Yuanzhi's eyes.

If the predictions are correct, the little monk Yingchen I met in the ruined temple that day should be the same little monk who was competing in the capital for the past two days, and the little monk I met that day...

Well, it's just an idiot...

Lu Yuanzhi really couldn't connect that little monk with the invincible little monk who had been victorious in Xuanwu Street in the capital these days. .

"The little monk has a trick of picking the flower finger, which is specially aimed at the spirit..."

Seeing Lu Yuanzhi's thoughtful expression, Hai Wuyang began to recall the fight with the little monk on the ring today...

Lu Yuanzhi listened slowly, the more he listened, the more solemn his eyes became.

The skill of a golden wheel rising from the back of the head and a golden shield rising around the body...

Why is it so like the golden bell cover of Shaolin 72 stunts in the previous life? ?
And it seems that the little monk seems to have heard of these two great tricks? ?

Lu Yuanzhi's expression was unusually serious.

Then do you have any grasp? ?
…………

Royal Palace.

Emperor Jianhong sat in the imperial study, quietly looking at the person in front of him.

The man knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head, but respectfully reported in his submissive voice:
"The genius Hai Wuyang from Qinghe Academy lost."

"Still a move??"

There was no expression on Emperor Jianhong's face.

I can't tell whether he is happy or angry now.

"No, Hai Wuyang's Confucianism and Taoism are also at the fifth rank."

"Oh??"

Hearing this, Jianhong frowned slightly on his expressionless face.

"how old is he?"

"Seventeen."

It was still a respectful answer, without any concealment.

"17 years old, the son of Shaoqing in Dali Temple..."

A glint flashed in Jianhong's eyes, and he murmured: "The Hai family has two heroes."

"How did you lose??"

Emperor Jianhong looked at the kneeling person in front of him and asked indifferently.

"Your Majesty, what Hai Wuyang used after he came to power was the most basic method of Confucianism..."

The man began to report carefully about the battle between Hai Wushuang and the young monk in the afternoon.

Until Hai Wuyan stepped down and voluntarily admitted defeat.

The person didn't add any oil and vinegar to the process, and he explained it to Emperor Jianhong bit by bit.

"Oh.."

After a long time, the man finally finished the whole process.

Jianhong's eyes flashed brightly, and he asked, "Then Hai Wuyang's natal Confucian artifact is..."

The man was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't dare to neglect and hurriedly said: "My subordinates can see clearly from the audience that Hai Wuyang's natal Confucian artifact is a book called "Zuominlu". The name of the move where the monk Yingchen vomited blood is exactly: Pushing Grace."

As soon as the word "Tian En" came out, Jianhong's face returned to calmness, and then he waved his hand and said: "I understand, you can go down."

"Yes."

The man hurriedly kowtowed, and then left the imperial study room.

Waiting for the man to walk away, Jianhong's eyes slowly began to become empty.

"Tomorrow, Pei Yinlang's men that Ji Xuan said will go to battle."

…………

That night.

All houses are brightly lit.

In the past two days, a young monk named Yingchen became very famous in the capital.

There are even quite a few chasers.

Even in the territory of Dayong, there are still many people looking for the strong.

And the little monk has been undefeated for three consecutive days, and in the eyes of many people, he is already invincible.

"Brother worked hard today."

The old monk lit the lamp and looked at the young monk who was full of clarity.

The little monk was eating and drinking like crazy.

The tables were full of vegetarian dishes, and the little monk ate with relish. He held four steamed buns in his hand, and the chopsticks had even left afterimages.

"It's not hard, for my Buddha Zhongxing, everything should be done."

The little monk didn't know where he made the sound, but his mouth was obviously full of food...

"What is the strength of the disciples of Confucianism today?"

The old monk asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

After listening to the old monk's words, the young monk tried hard to swallow everything in his mouth, thought for a while and said:

"That young master's strength is so strong that he almost forced the poor monk to release Nashi."

"Oh??"

Hearing what the young monk said, a glint flashed in the old monk's eyes: "In that case, without releasing Nashi, senior brother, you are not as good as that young master?"

When the young monk heard this, he thought carefully and said: "You can't say that. The poor monk can also see that after using the natal Confucian weapon, the young master is already at the end of his strength. Even if the poor monk uses my Buddha's Golden Body, You can defeat it in physical combat."

"Ah."

The old monk nodded calmly, a look of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but as if thinking of something, the old monk suddenly asked:

"I don't know if Pei Yinlang's people have played??"

This is what the old monk wanted to ask.

"Pei Yinlang?"

The little monk frowned slightly, then looked at the old monk with a clear face and asked, "Is it the person who is called Lord Tiger by the audience?"

"Yes."

When the young monk asked this question, the old monk paused for a moment, and a bad premonition arose. .

Pei Yinlang's people are all defeated? ?
This...can't be done!That person is not the Imperial Master himself...

Thinking of this, the old monk quickly looked at the young monk.

The little monk thought for a while and said: "There is such a young man, but compared to other challengers, he is nothing special, and the little monk only used one move."

After finishing speaking, the little monk quickly picked up his chopsticks, and started a new wave of turmoil towards the various side dishes on the table.

This……

how is this possible? ?
Isn't that kid Pei Yinlang very powerful? ?How could it be a trick? ?Isn't it that person?

The old monk asked calmly: "Then don't you know what that Lord Tiger looks like?"

"Looking... Ordinary, anyway, it's far worse than the two Mr. Pei Yinlang who I met on the way to Beijing a few days ago."

The little monk is not eating as fast as before, and he still recognizes the uniform of Pei Yinlang's yamen today, which reminds him that he saw it in a ruined temple outside when he came to the capital. The man and woman Pei Yinlang.

"Oh? Senior brother has met other people from Pei Yinlang??"

The uneasiness in the old monk's heart slowly sank when he heard it.

It seems that person has not contributed yet.

The old monk couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed that his investment didn't fail that much.

But it was exchanged with a national teacher for a Buddhist treasure...

"Junior brother, why are you so concerned about Pei Yinlang's people??"

The young monk looked at the old monk doubtfully.

The old monk smiled slightly and said, "I can't help it. Once bitten by a snake, I will be afraid of the well rope for ten years."

The old monk refers to being harassed by Pei Yinlang's people who came to Fa'an Temple.

"That's it."

The little monk nodded heartlessly and continued to eat the food on the table.

…………

The next day.

Lu Yuanzhi woke up early.

In his hand was his new precious sword.

Standing in the yard, Lu Yuanzhi closed his eyes slightly.

There are all kinds of knife techniques in my mind.

At this time, Lu Yuanzhi was wearing Pei Yinlang's fashionable clothes, and the black brocade and white jade reflected the young man's erectness.

The sun was rising, and the sun was slowly shining on Lu Yuanzhi's body.

Under the sunlight, the narrow and long sword looked so unbearable to look at directly.

The breeze blew slightly, and Lu Yuanzhi moved with the knife.

In just a moment, countless sword lights flashed through.

"choke!"

It was the sound of a precious sword being put into its sheath.

Looking again, the fallen leaves in the sky in the autumn have been turned into powder.

"Good swordsmanship."

Hai Wuyang's voice sounded beside Lu Yuanzhi.

"Tsk, can you see it??"

After hearing the voice, Lu Yuanzhi looked in Hai Wuyang's direction, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Forehead……"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Hai Wuyang's indifferent face.

Isn't this a joke?I don't know what kind of sword technique I am, but I just see Lu Yuanzhi's sword-wielding movements look good.

"When are you going to Xuanwu Street?"

Hai Wuyang cleverly changed the topic.

Lu Yuanzhi didn't bother to pester her, and said solemnly in his eyes: "As ordered by Duke Ji, I will challenge you on stage at noon today."

"Oh.."

After hearing Lu Yuanzhi's words, Hai Wuyang nodded indifferently: "I think you'd better be careful."

"Hehe, I know what's in my mind."

Lu Yuanzhi smiled lightly.

In fact, there is no bottom at all.

But he still has a little bit of confidence in his mind about the "Ji" that he meditated on all night.

These days, he has also studied the "Ji" which he obtained in Pei Yinlang's secret library, which is a secret book combining Confucianism and martial arts.

He found that if he used the technique through meditation, it would consume the energy of the pure white seal in his mind.

The energy of the pure white seal can be replenished by itself.

It means that the use of skills will consume mana, but mana will slowly recover by itself, but the cooling time of skills is a bit long, it takes a whole day.

So Lu Yuanzhi prepared his skills for a whole night and thought up almost all the skills he could think of, just waiting to be used in the arena today.

"I want to see it too!!"

Cousin actually got up early today...

When the two heard their cousin's voice, they were all taken aback.

Rare!
Since arriving in the capital, has my cousin not slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up? ?
"What are you going to do??"

Hai Wuyang frowned and looked at his cousin.

Hai Lingzhi said proudly, "Why can't I go?"

Lu Yuanzhi saw his cousin's arrogant expression, and his heart moved slightly: "You don't want to see..."

"Don't say it!!"

The cousin looked at Lu Yuanzhi fiercely.

A teasing smile flashed across Lu Yuanzhi's face: "All right, go if you want."

"what are you guys saying??"

Hai Wuyang frowned slightly as he watched the conversation between his own sister and his elder brother.

"It's nothing, just seeing an old friend."

The cousin is still a little guilty.

Lu Yuanzhi shrugged and said, "I want me to go to Kewu Division to ask for medicine for her. You also know that she wants to practice martial arts recently."

"That's right! That's right!"

The cousin agreed.

"yes??"

Hai Wuyan looked at the expressions on their faces with suspicion.

…………

Xuanwu Street.

There is still half an hour before noon.

The young monk on the ring stood quietly.

The audience in the audience was even twice as large as yesterday.

The inns and restaurants around the arena were also full of people, and even those seats that could see the arena were in short supply, and the prices had already been raised a hundred times as much as usual.

"Brother Wang... that that... that is..."

Just when everyone saw that another challenger on the stage failed to step down, a striking sedan chair slowly appeared on the streets of Xuanwu Street.

"Straight mother thief! Isn't that the sedan chair of the man-eating boss Ji Xuan!! Why did this little monk attract even the big bosses of the court?"

"Good guy, I thought I was wrong, but I didn't expect it to be true!"

"Ji Xuan is here??!!"

……

Just when everyone was talking about it, a voice sounded.

"When Pei Yinlang goes out on the street, everyone stays away!!"

The voice is extremely domineering.

But no one dared to disobey, everyone stepped back consciously to make way for Ji Xuan's sedan chair...

(End of this chapter)