Journey to the West: The Rise of Martial Arts

Chapter 4 Fame
After drinking for three rounds, Yu Wentian was already a little drunk, but Young Master Ren's drinking capacity was the only real skill he had honed over the years, he was very clear in his heart, and easily obtained the news he wanted.

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Chang'an City is very lively these days. First, there is a huge water and land meeting, and then there is the rumored martial arts meeting.

Kongtong martial arts, prestige in the west frontier.In fact, Fei Hongzi, the master of the Kongtong Sect, was an out-and-out Taoist priest. Therefore, since the establishment of the Kongtong Sect, there has been a set of strict rules and regulations.Although Yu Wentian became famous in the first battle four years ago, but most of the time he stayed honestly on Kongtong Mountain and devoted himself to cultivation, living a life of pure heart and asceticism.This time the elders of the master sect sent him down the mountain to participate in the martial arts competition, in fact, the most important thing was to hone him as a disciple in charge.

However, the teachers don't care about the outcome of this martial arts contest, but for the young and energetic Yu Wentian, they care quite a lot, especially after he first came to Chang'an City, he heard about his great reputation, and unexpectedly It is the first among the four legendary masters.Although more people think that this ranking is actually ranked from weak to strong, the last "Merry Swordsman" is actually the best of the best!

But from Yu Wentian's point of view, this is just the mortal body with the naked eyes of the general public, and he has never seen him truly powerful without moving the universe.Therefore, during this period of time, he worked hard and never stopped practicing Wuji Kung Fu, determined to win the leader's seat in the Martial Arts Conference.

But just today, when he had nothing to do, he overheard a Taoist fortune-teller bluntly saying that Yu Wentian had no chance to be among the top three in the competition, which was simply nonsense.You know, among the four masters, Zhong Jiean from Shaolin Temple is the senior, although Yu Wentian is conceited, he really has no chance of winning, but the remaining two, one is a girl younger than himself, One is a swinger with no reputation, and he is sure to defeat any of them.In this way, wouldn't it be possible to be second at the worst!

Unhappy, Yu Wentian, who has always been upright, naturally wanted to teach this stinky Taoist priest a lesson.It's just that the Taoist priest didn't know what sorcery was used, but he completely teased him, and then walked away laughing.

Ren Qinglian was amazed when she heard it, and knew that there was an expert among the fortune tellers in Chang'an City during this period, so she subconsciously asked about the name of that stinky Taoist priest.

Yu Wentian is a rough person, how can he remember it so clearly, he only knows that the other party is a Taoist priest with the surname "Yuan".

Ren Qinglian's heart skipped a beat when she heard this, and she secretly paid, could it be that this person is Yuan Shoucheng, who told the Dragon King's fortune-telling, and I don't know if the other party, when speculating on the outcome of this martial arts competition, considered that he, a flirtatious swordsman, was already a different person. .

The next thing became clear. Yu Wentian taught the fortune-telling Taoist a lesson and failed. Instead, he inquired from somewhere about the "hiding place" of this romantic swordsman. This "indecent" place.

It wasn't until Ren Qinglian inadvertently woke her up that she panicked and wanted to leave, never planning to compete with Ren Qinglian.However, the next round of delicacies from mountains and seas made Yu Wentian crave it, and he couldn't figure it out all of a sudden.

Ren Qinglian rubbed her nose and smiled wryly. This naive Yu Wentian could find her. Wouldn't it be easier for other martial arts masters with a little bit of brains to approach her? It seems that Fengyue Pavilion is no longer safe. Before, it is better to come here less.

Thinking of this, he called in the maids who were waiting outside, and ordered, "You help Mr. Yuwen to rest first!" After finishing speaking, he drifted away amidst the admiration on the faces of all the maids.

It's just that Yu Wentian is tall and burly, and several maids began to lift him up after the nympho, and when they tried to lift him to the bed in the private room, unexpectedly, just halfway through the lift, one of the maids slipped his hand and pulled him up. This Yuwentian hero fell on his back, let out a muffled groan in a daze, but frightened the maidservants half to death.

And when this scene was seen by the bustard who had just sent Young Master Ren away and walked in in a pretty way, he naturally cursed at him.But Yu Wentian has a bad reputation, and now he is drunk to death, so naturally no one will take the initiative to speak out about his being thrown, and even made up his mind to plant it on Young Master Ren.In the early morning of the next day, after waking up from the wine, Mr. Yuwen suddenly came to his senses, as if someone stepped on his tail, he ran out of Fengyue Pavilion like a gust of wind, the old bustard and others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Yu Wentian left in a hurry, and he didn't realize that he was thrown by the girls last night, and his face was broken. Along the way, everyone who knew the purpose of his trip took the scar on his face as the result of the martial arts competition last night. mark.

For a while, the news that Qian Kun Fufu lost to Merry Swordsman spread all over the streets and alleys, and everyone knew about it on the second day before the competition.

Yu Wentian, who realized later, was naturally ashamed and indignant, but he would not say that he actually violated the rules and regulations of the sect, and went to the brothel to eat meat and drink. He didn't care about the upcoming martial arts competition, so he found a brother from the same sect in the capital After serving as a substitute, he left without saying goodbye, and went back to Kongtong to face the wall and think about the past.

Apart from these, Young Master Ren, who became famous again, became more and more low-key. For the next two days, he covered his head in the small room of Baijian Pavilion, trying to sharpen his guns before the battle and achieve some results in his cultivation.

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The night was as deep as the sea.

Although the cultivation of Wuming Xinfa is easier to learn than he remembers, but the cultivation of internal strength is more like a kung fu of water grinding, which is only subtly improving his physical fitness.

In the short term, the improvement in combat power is not obvious.And because he is practicing while walking, sitting or even falling asleep, he doesn't need to deliberately sit cross-legged or something, so, more often, he is thinking about the famous Taixu Butian Sword .

The sword moved along with it, reflecting the white candles in the room, trembling and flickering.

After all, Young Master Ren has a background in sword practice, and, these days, with the cultivation of the nameless mind, Ren Qinglian's body is also gradually recovering, at least, compared to the heaviness when holding the sword for the first time, the current He was already able to use the whole set of Taixu Butian sword out of breath.

"Swish, swish, swish!!!" After several sword strikes, Ren Qinglian let out a deep sip, and withdrew her skills in the last move, "Break the halberd and get angry, and the three armies will change." It's a pity that except for the whistling sword wind, the sword technique that should have been extremely powerful, In his hands, it is still a show.

Just as he was about to continue pondering, suddenly a burst of "pop" applause came from outside the window.

Following the sound, Ren Qinglian narrowed her eyes and said out of breath, "So it's Hall Master Bai, why are you still interested in wandering around so late?!"

He seldom practiced sword so heartily during the day, because he knew that the Sword Pavilion was not a place where he could sit back and relax. At least, the Hall Master Bai was quite concerned about his whereabouts. Unexpectedly, it was so late, The old fox was still watching him secretly.

Hall Master Bai is a tall, thin, sixty-year-old man who is in charge of the bodyguard bureau of the entire Chang'an City, and holds an even more important position among the elders. It is he who insists on letting Young Master Ren be the master of the Sword Worship Pavilion.

"Young master, I knew you were under the pressure of the hall master since you were a child, and you were underappreciated. Sure enough, Bai was right!" Hall master Bai had a friendly face, patted Ren Qinglian's trembling shoulder, and slowly turned his old eyes He narrowed his eyes and shot out two lines of light like electricity, "The swordsmanship has become quite advanced, and there is someone who will succeed Old Hall Master Ren!"

(End of this chapter)