NOVEL NEXT Chapter 25: Cultivators, I Kill Every One I See
"小仙?"
陈夏在小屋里听得清楚,忍不住感叹,怎么现在有个年轻版的他,人称小仙.
外面的讨论并没有结束,而是继续着.
"小仙是这两年口碑飙升的那个.据说他修炼神功神术,一出现就击败了几位老武者,甚至还独自前往老龙庙寻道,然后平安下山.
这些事件让小仙在很短的时间内就声名鹊起了整个武坛,有些人甚至将他列为天第一称号的竞争者.
"这个小仙是什么来历,你知道吗?"
"我只听说他来自一个隐秘的宗门,现在他出现是为了复活宗门."
"我这里有两个理论.一是小仙来自仙宗,他是即将出现的老仙的代言人.
"二是小仙从海外来,修炼各种神通和技巧,是海外修炼者的高手,现在敢来大宋武界秀风."
这两个理论的可信度并不低,毕竟小仙确实使用了神通和神功.
然而,其他人仍然有疑问,皱着眉头问道.
"国师不是宣布要杀海外修炼者吗?这小仙敢在大歌的领土内活动,真的不怕死吗?
"啊,这不太对,"附近的一个同伴摇摇头回答.
"前面说过,国师已经五年失联了,没有人知道他去了哪里.这小仙也不是没有本事,自然敢出来.
说到底,只是陈霞不在这里,一直没有联系.
如果陈夏今天还在大宋皇城,估计不会举行这场武林比赛.
小船移动得非常缓慢.
所以船上的人有更多的对话.
"你觉得这可能是大宋皇室的阴谋吗?"
"你为什么这么说?"
"国师离开大宋皇城,只是皇室的一句话.谁知道国师是不是真的走了,而武界前三高手,左飞扬,九千岁,老和尚,都与大宋皇室关系不错.
"And the Great Song royal family has previously not been on good terms with the entire martial world, even making statements like 'chivalry is chaotic and forbidden by force.'"
"This time, the Great Song royal family rarely participates in the organization of the martial arts competition and even wants to recruit outstanding martial arts figures into the imperial court, showing a strong intention to integrate the court and the martial world."
When they talked about this, they all started to think deeply.
"According to this, is the Great Song royal family trying to make the entire martial world serve them like dogs?"
"It should be so, and with the military strength of the Great Song royal family, even with the addition of Zuo Feiyang and Jiuqiansui, it cannot easily take over the entire martial world, so I think the National Master may be hiding behind the scenes, ready to step in at the most critical moment to suppress the entire martial world."
They have already established a conspiracy theory in their words, and they all felt a chill down their spines, not daring to delve deeper.
Someone quickly shook his head and said.
"Forget it, forget it, we shouldn't be thinking about this. These martial arts heroes are not worried and dare to participate in the martial arts competition, so why should we, who are just here to watch the excitement, be afraid?"
"That's true." Someone nodded in agreement.
The small boat was about to arrive, so they stopped talking, threw some money on the boat, and shouted into the cabin.
"Boatman, the money has been paid, the oar is left here for you, we're leaving."
They got off the boat one after another and walked towards the venue.
The small boat remained motionless, still moored by the shore.
There were many people crossing the river, but fewer returning.
Chen Xia was happy to be idle, lying in the cabin in a daze, waiting for a while before slowly coming out, sitting on the boat, picking up the scattered coins, and casually counting them.
Not much, exactly 66 copper coins, which is considered an auspicious number.
Chen Xia threaded the copper coins with a rope and hung them on his waist, not using them, mainly to listen to the sound.
There were still ferries sailing around.
Chen Xia got off the ferry, walked with his hands behind his back, listening to the trembling and knocking sound of the copper coins, and slowly walked inside.
After resting for a long time, he also needed to take a walk.
He stretched, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and planned to go to a lively place to take a look.
The place with the most people was in the center of the Tiantan Water, where the martial arts competition was about to be held.
The words discussed by those people before were also very interesting, all related to the martial world.
What is the martial world?
If let Chen Xia answer, there is only one sentence.
What he is stepping on is the martial world.
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The highest point of Tiantan Water.
A pavilion in the air.
Song Wei stood in front of the window, facing the pool surrounded by mountains, which is also the Tiantan.
"Have all the martial world people on the list arrived?" he asked.
Behind him, the white-bearded Jiuqiansui nodded and smiled as he pinched his fingers, "Ninety percent have arrived, and the remaining ten percent are suspicious and vigilant, perhaps afraid of something, and have not arrived yet."
Song Wei's gaze was empty, looking out of the window, and his tone was indifferent.
"Only ten percent, it doesn't hurt, and when the entire martial world is in my hands, the remaining ten percent of the martial world heroes will naturally know how to choose..."
He paused for a moment, then grinned and said.
"If they still don't know, they can only be taught by the iron cavalry of the Great Song how to choose."
Jiuqiansui shook his head with a smile, "Why bother with such a big show as the iron cavalry of the Great Song, it's enough for this old slave to go there in person."
Song Wei shook his head, "It's just a trivial matter, where does it need Jiu Bo to take action."
In the words, it can be seen that Song Wei has great respect for Jiuqiansui.
Jiuqiansui's face was flushed with a smile, enjoying the feeling of being respected by the emperor, but he still humbly said.
"It is the honor of this old slave to serve you, Your Majesty."
Song Wei nodded with a smile, turned his head, looked at Jiuqiansui with warm eyes, and said with a smile.
"Then please ask Jiu Bo to put in more effort in this martial arts competition."
"Naturally." Jiuqiansui pinched his fingers and replied with a light smile, then suddenly asked, "What about Zuo Feiyang, has he agreed?"
"Zuo Feiyang is not easy to persuade, even though I have already released the public opinion, he still refuses to bow his head, thinking about the peaceful coexistence of the court and the martial world, and he is estimated to be your biggest opponent."
Hearing this, Jiuqiansui frowned and sneered.
"His heart is indeed deep in chivalry, and he is a stubborn person, still thinking about the peaceful coexistence of the court and the martial world, which is ridiculous."
Song Wei rubbed his nose, helplessly replied.
"Zuo Feiyang's temper is indeed too stubborn. I let my sister go to talk to him specifically, but it still couldn't be reconciled. My sister also had no choice, and only asked me to spare Zuo Feiyang's life afterwards."
Song Wei hesitated for a moment, looked at Jiuqiansui, and asked hesitantly.
"Do you have confidence to beat Zuo Feiyang?"
Jiuqiansui clasped his hands in his sleeves, his face changed uncertainly, and finally stabilized on confidence. He stretched out a finger from his sleeve and placed it in front of him, his eyes sharp.
"Twenty years ago, Zuo Feiyang was the first in the martial world, and I was the second. We did have a battle, and I lost to him by half a move, but if we fought desperately, I am confident that I can exchange my life with him, not just by half a move!"
"Now, twenty years have passed, and I have gained insights, vaguely becoming a celestial being. I have lived for nearly two hundred years, and no one in the martial world can compare with me."
When Jiuqiansui said this, his expression was extremely proud. He clenched his outstretched finger into a fist and said domineeringly.
"I have cultivated the immortal way for two hundred years to surpass the martial world. Now if Zuo Feiyang fights with me again, I will suppress him in a quarter of an hour!"
Hearing this, Song Wei also became excited, "If Jiu Bo has become an immortal, then this martial arts competition is not a sure thing."
Jiuqiansui nodded with a smile and replied, "What about the recently emerged Little Immortal, have you inquired about the news?"
Song Wei replied, "I sent spies to investigate, but the spies didn't come back. According to other people's guesses, it is very likely to be an overseas cultivator."
Jiuqiansui frowned, "I didn't expect that the National Master would disappear for only five years, and the overseas cultivators would dare to appear so openly."
Song Wei also helplessly said, "I haven't been able to find out the news of the National Master over the years, and I guess the overseas cultivators haven't been able to find out either, which is why they dare to appear in the Great Song territory."
Jiuqiansui nodded back.
"These overseas cultivators rely on cultivating immortality and have always been disobedient to the National Master. Now they want to provoke again, which is very normal."
Song Wei pinched his nose, feeling a bit annoyed, and quickly shook his head, "Don't worry about these overseas cultivators for now. After suppressing the entire Great Song martial world, deal with them slowly."
Thinking of this, Song Wei sighed, "If the National Master was still here, it would be effortless to suppress the entire Great Song martial world with his reputation."
Jiuqiansui replied ambiguously.
"Maybe."
Is Chen Xia really a good thing in this world?
Jiuqiansui doesn't think so.
He hopes that both immortals in the Great Song territory will fall.
This is the most reasonable world.
Otherwise, every time he looks up, he will feel that there are two people...
High and mighty!
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On the third day.
The martial arts competition officially started.
Almost ninety percent of the famous figures in the martial world participated, including many legendary heroes.
The surrounding spectators were even more numerous, surrounding the entire Tiantan, with people moving in and out, and cheers were continuous.
"Quick, look, it's the hero of Changfeng. It is said that he announced his seclusion ten years ago, and I didn't expect to see him today!"
"Who is on the high platform, with white hair and beard, and a black python robe, could it be... could it be the top expert of the royal family, Jiuqiansui!"
...
Chen Xia mixed in the crowd, listening to the explanations of the onlookers around him, and from time to time he curiously looked around.
As expected.
He doesn't recognize any of them.
However, these martial arts heroes are indeed well-dressed, with a righteous look, and their attire is even more gorgeous, highlighting the act of showing off.
Good, good, good.
Chen Xia nodded, feeling that he should also learn, after all, not everyone can show off so naturally.
He found an idle spot, holding a small stool he had brought along, sitting and preparing to watch the battle.
On the high platform, Jiuqiansui faced the mountains and used his internal strength to shout loudly.
"The martial arts competition officially begins, the first match, Xiyang Changfeng vs. Anshan Old Monster!"
The cheers from the audience became more and more enthusiastic.
The figure in front of Chen Xia kept jumping, making him unable to see the situation on the stage.
After thirty breaths, it was over.
An old man won.
"This Anshan Old Monster is so terrifying, with such a strong internal strength, that he defeated the hero of Changfeng in such a short time. It seems that he is very likely to enter the top ten in the world!"
...
Some people have started to review, but Chen Xia still hasn't seen it.
But it doesn't matter, he is just here to join in the excitement, and at the moment he yawned and smacked his lips.
"Hey, buddy, I see you're sleepy, why don't you give me your stool and go to sleep in the back?"
A family's son patted Chen Xia's shoulder and suggested.
Chen Xia shook his head, "It's okay, I sleep faster here, and the hypnosis effect is good."
"I'll give you one tael of silver, I don't want your spot, just the stool," the family's son said again.
Chen Xia glanced at him and still shook his head, "Without the stool, I'll lose half of my sleepiness."
"Did you come to sleep or to watch the martial arts competition?" The family's son frowned, a little speechless.
"Just to join in the excitement." Chen Xia laughed.
He is a cultivator, what's the point of watching these martial artists.
The family's son was also helpless and only muttered in a low voice, "Country bumpkin."
Chen Xia chuckled lightly, but there was no emotional fluctuation in his heart. He has always had a good temper, and his personality is also lazy, so as long as it's not too outrageous behavior, Chen Xia rarely gets angry.
Plus, the family's son said it quite intimately, if his mouth was any more foul, Chen Xia would teach him what it means to court disaster.
The martial arts competition continued.
Chen Xia had already tilted his head and began to daydream.
When the competition was almost over, Chen Xia woke up, and it was the final match.
Zuo Feiyang vs. Jiuqiansui.
Both are heavyweights.
The audience's cheers reached an unprecedented level of enthusiasm, and the discussion became more intense.
"The first and second in the world are fighting, who will win?!"
"Zuo Feiyang fought in the border eight years ago and was crippled by the barbarian warrior. Now I don't know how well he has recovered. If the impact is too great, he should not be a match for Jiuqiansui."
"Twenty years ago, the difference between them was only half a move. Twenty years later, Zuo Feiyang was injured, and Jiuqiansui accumulated strength, with a high chance of winning."
...
Among many opinions, there are more people supporting Jiuqiansui.
Only Chen Xia noticed the existence of others.
Behind the competition stage, there are many martial arts figures standing.
Among them, a young man in white stands in front of everyone, with his hands behind his back, holding a smile, and looking calmly at the battle in front of him.
There is a red dot on the young man's forehead.
It doesn't look like cinnabar mole.
Quite evil.
Chen Xia frowned slightly, feeling that he had seen the existence of this temperament somewhere before. He pondered for a while, slowly raised his head, and finally remembered.
It's an overseas cultivator.
The battle on the field officially began.
Zuo Feiyang rushed forward with one hand holding the sword, and the other hand was retracted into the sleeve, motionless.
Jiuqiansui stepped on the ground, and the Qi Gang bounced up, his body directly flying close to the ground, covering his hands with Qi Gang, and going straight to Zuo Feiyang's sword blade.
This is the first encounter.
Jiuqiansui held the sword edge with three fingers, breaking the sword Qi, and taking the sword meaning.
He took the upper hand.
Zuo Feiyang's sword blade was suppressed, and the other hand in the sleeve swung out, rolling the air, and the internal strength was sprayed out.
Jiuqiansui still used three fingers, and the Qi Gang exploded, pushing back Zuo Feiyang thirty steps, and his right hand held the sword edge.
He snatched the white blade with his bare hands.
Zuo Feiyang had no sword, and his right arm trembled.
"Eight years ago, that barbarian warrior really left you with an incurable injury."
Jiuqiansui said this sentence indifferently.
Zuo Feiyang gave a wry smile, "You advance and I retreat, and I can never catch up again."
But he still stretched out his hands, took a breath, and said in a loud voice.
"The first in the world for twenty years, but I just want to be defeated."
"Good!" Jiuqiansui's sharp voice sounded, and he nodded.
He rushed over.
It didn't take a quarter of an hour.
Zuo Feiyang's broken arm was too serious.
After only two hundred moves, Jiuqiansui had established the winning situation.
Zuo Feiyang fell off the stage with a gloomy expression, wiped the not serious wounds on his body, and finally gave a wry smile.
Jiuqiansui grinned with great joy, and he was finally going to reach the position of the best in the world.
But he heard footsteps.
The young man in white walked onto the stage, his forehead red dot bright, holding a delicate tower in his hand, and asked with a smile.
"I don't know if Jiuqiansui has ever heard of the story of the snipe and the clams fighting, and the fisherman profiting?"
Jiuqiansui raised his eyebrows.
The visitor is not friendly.
He stretched out
his hands, and the Qi Gang flowed on them.
The young man in white continued to smile. "My family said that among the world, Jiuqiansui is the one closest to the immortals, so I came to find you, and by the way..."
The young man pointed to the red dot full of evil spirit on his forehead and continued.
"This red dot on my forehead is the blood and internal strength of more than a dozen top martial arts masters, and they can't come to this martial arts competition for this reason."
Jiuqiansui's pupils dilated, and the Qi Gang in his hands actually disappeared!
The young man in white spun the exquisite tower in his hand, emitting colorful light, covering the entire competition stage, and cruelly laughed.
"Using the Great Song martial world as a stepping stone, send me to the realm of immortals."
Jiuqiansui's internal strength couldn't help but be drawn away, flowing towards the exquisite tower.
He let out a painful wail.
The young man in white sneered.
The originally clear weather suddenly changed color, becoming gloomy, and within the dark clouds, thunder snakes were densely packed, showing their teeth and claws.
Suddenly there was thunder, very close.
The young man in white looked up.
The thunderbolt struck!
The spiritual energy released from the exquisite tower in his hand resisted the thunder, protecting himself.
Jiuqiansui's internal strength stopped flowing, and he quickly retreated with a weak body, not daring to stay.
"Who is it?!" The young man in white shouted angrily with a gloomy face.
"Didn't I say?"
A lazy voice rose from the world.
"Overseas cultivators, I kill one every time I see one."
The voice approached.
It was a pair of extremely shining green eyes, followed by a green shirt.
Chen Xia had already stood on the stage, calmly saying a word that made the young man in white shiver.
"You're looking for death."