Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 8
Luoyang City is located in the Central Plains, the Yang of the Luohe River. It was the ancient capital of several dynasties, and it was extremely prosperous. Although Beijing is now the capital of the Ming Dynasty, the kings of all dynasties have attached great importance to this place where dragons and tigers occupy.

Furthermore, this place is quite close to the Shaolin Temple, the ancestral home of the Zen sect, so many Shaolin lay disciples come here for food, and on top of Songshan Mountain, there is the Songshan School, the leader of the Five Sacred Sword Sect. Luoyang Wufeng is prosperous.

Mo Yuan was wearing a green shirt and was sitting in a tea house drinking tea.

Along the way, with the intention of sharpening himself, he walked towards Luoyang leisurely, but he didn't know that all the masters in the world were hiding, or for some reason, except for meeting a few gangs of thieves, he had nothing else to do, but let him He was so disappointed.

Arriving in Luoyang like this, there are still three days before the birthday of the old man of the Golden Knife Gate, Mo Yuan is not in a hurry to come to the door, but wants to inquire about the world.

In this teahouse, there are many people in the rivers and lakes carrying weapons. Mo Yuan listened to gossip while drinking tea.

At this moment, everyone is talking about the old man Wang's birthday.

I only heard a middle-aged man wearing a silk shirt say to his companion: "Old man Wang Yuan Bawang has a golden sword that is powerful in all directions, and he is said to be invincible with a golden sword. He has a lot of friends. Everyone will be there."

His companion was a short black fat man, and he only heard the short black fat man say: "I don't know, I only know that there are good people in the rivers and lakes who beg for food in the area of ​​Hubei and Henan. They are both black and white. I'm afraid they will all be there."

"Yes, I heard that Mr. Wang also sent invitations to Wuyue Sword Sect and Shaolin Wudang. These great sects all sent people to congratulate him. His family is really rich." On the table next to him, a blind man answered. Words.

When everyone heard this, they were in an uproar. Needless to say, Shaolin Wudang is the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts world. The Wuyue Sword Sect, under the leadership of the Songshan Sect, has fought against the Demon Sect many times over the years. Fighting is not much inferior to the first two, these martial arts giants give old man Wang face, it's amazing, it's really amazing!

"Do you have a rich face? I can't see it!" A scruffy scholar, who looked about 50 or [-], walked in at the door at some point, and said with disdain.

When the blind man saw someone refute, he immediately stood up and said: "Shaolin Wudang has sent people to celebrate the birthday of Mr. Wang, isn't that a man of honor?"

The sloppy scholar sneered coldly, and said: "The old man Wang is taking advantage of his old age to give some small favors on weekdays. It's just his face that these famous schools are not good. Do you see which sect heads have come here?"

The blind man was speechless for a while, his words were similar to what this sloppy scholar said, but this Luoyang territory is after all the territory of Jindaomen, and everyone carries the bridal sedan chair, how can there be such a short-cut? Isn't it the face of Dajindaomen?

"Dare to ask Your Excellency Gao's name, and call my father one by one, Wang Laoer, how rude!"

On the second floor of the teahouse, a tall man shouted angrily. Beside him, there was also a short Taoist priest wearing a green Taoist robe, about fifty years old, with a very thin face. Looking at it, he was no more than seven years old. It weighs eighty catties.

"It's Wang Bofen, the eldest son of Mr. Wang!" Someone recognized the man and shouted.

"Look at that Taoist, that is Yu Canghai, the head of the Qingcheng School, isn't he used to staying in Sichuan, why did he come to Luoyang?!" Someone in the teahouse pointed at the little Taoist and said in surprise.

Hearing this, Mo Yuan raised his head and looked at Yu Canghai, feeling strange in his heart. According to the original book, the Jindaomen is just a local snake in Luoyang. No matter how poor the Qingcheng faction is, it is also a big faction in the world. Come to Luoyang personally to celebrate Wang Yuanba's birthday, could it be...?
Mo Yuan suddenly had a bold guess in his heart. At this time, the eldest son of the Wang family, Wang Bofen, jumped down from upstairs and landed beside the sloppy scholar. He said angrily, "Who is your Excellency?"

Facing the vicious Wang Bofen, the sloppy scholar laughed and said, "That's right, Mr. Wang, see you in three days!"

The sloppy scholar left after finishing speaking, how could Wang Bofen tolerate him, Zu Qianqiu, he had never heard of this name before, he saw that his face was flushed, and he punched the scholar with gusty wind, quite Somewhat powerful.

The sloppy scholar didn't seem to realize it, and despite the punch, Wang Bofen's face suddenly changed, and a much stronger internal force came from the sloppy scholar, and he was blown away all at once. .

"Nephew!" The short Taoist on the second floor exclaimed, and with a flicker of his figure, he had already taken Wang Bofen into his hands.

"Hahahahahaha..." The scruffy scholar's hearty laughter came from outside the teahouse.

Everyone present is looking at you, you look at me, with a look of surprise. As the eldest son of Mr. Wang, this Wang Bofen is a master of martial arts. The scholar suffered a big loss.

"He is a first-class master!" Wang Bofen struggled to get up from Yu Canghai's hand, and said with an ugly expression.

And Mo Yuan, who was tasting tea at the side, disappeared in the teahouse at some point.

Outside the city, there is a ruined temple.

The sloppy scholar Zu Qianqiu walked to the door and suddenly said: "Friend, you have followed me all the way, come out."

"Hahaha, Patriarch of the Yellow River, you have such keen eyes and ears, someone Mo admires it." Mo Yuan walked out with a long sword in his hand, smiling.

"You dare to ask your surname, you know my origin?" That Zu Qianqiu was a little surprised to see a young man in a green shirt revealing his identity. He usually hangs out in Kaifeng and rarely shows up in front of people. Except for the old man, no one knows the name Zu Qianqiu.

"Ha, Mr. Zu, don't be surprised. My name is Mo Yuan, and I'm a disciple of Mount Hua. Do you know your Excellency? It's really a coincidence." Mo Yuan said.

This sloppy scholar is actually Zu Qianqiu who fed Linghu Chong to eat the eight pills of life extension in the original book, and the old man is also known as the Yellow River Patriarch.

Above the rivers and lakes, there are quite a few third-rate masters, such as Qingcheng Sixiu, who are the best among third-rate masters, and second-rate masters can make their own names. This is the limit.

As for first-class masters, they need to break through the twelve orthodox meridians and penetrate six of the eight meridians. This is all hard work. Even the extremely talented disciples of the big school, who work hard without rest, can get after the age of 40.Therefore, there are first-class masters, each of whom is a hero in the world, and there are not many of them. Mo Yuan has never met a half in his journey.

He has already practiced Hunyuan Kung Fu to the tenth level, and he just needs a first-class master to try his moves. He is naturally happy to see Zu Qianqiu. He is a master of Baidao. He is either the elder of various schools or the head of the sect. The effect of the underworld master, it doesn't matter if the shot is heavier...

(End of this chapter)