The world's number one, even though He Wenqin's state of mind was as unwavering as the ancient well, there was a slight turbulence. After recalling for a moment, he said calmly: "Even if he is old enough to be able to practice the spirit and become a perfect realm, can he be compared with the monk Guangfang of the Mingpu Temple's Demon Hall, let alone the famous monks who are not well-known in the temple. Among the ten sects, Caidiemen is reliable in relationship with the court, and Sun Xueqi's kung fu can only be considered average; Liuhuamen is far away in Leizhou, and I fought with Gong Yongjie twenty years ago, and he was inferior to me; Xingyue Pavilion and Tianxing Sect have been blindly walking on dark roads and doing some unsuccessful business these years, and probably have little prospects; Fengqing Villa is in Weizhou, but he is actually the lackey of the court. The owner of the manor Xu Yixiang is a man. Twenty years ago, he was less than forty years old. He is considered to be the peak of the prosperous qi and blood, but he is a strong enemy."

The head of the sect commented on the top ten sects in the world. This was a rare secret. Everyone was very focused on listening. The disciples who were originally outside the hall also quietly entered the lobby and listened quietly.

Shi Hongmin interrupted: "In addition to asking the head of the sect to be arbitrated this time, he also invited Master Guangming from Mingpu Temple, Master Xu Zhuang of Fengqing Villa, Master Sun of Caidie Sect, and Master Bai of Luoyi Sect."

"Bai Chongfeng", He Wenqin's voice sternly, and he said coldly: "Bai Chongfeng, the leader of Luoyi Sect, was moody, and his disciples also had his extreme nature. He acted according to his will, and did not distinguish between good and evil. The skill of the old monster Bai was not inferior to me. If he had the chance this time, he would have to compete with him. He almost killed his old body in one palm back then."

The old woman Qiao Hui is He Wenqin's junior sister. The two have been together for 60 years, and they have no scruples in words. They smiled and said, "Although Old Monster Bai slapped his senior sister, his senior sister's punch also made the old monster bed for three years. It's still the senior sister who has the upper hand."

He Wenqin smiled slightly and continued, "Lingxiang Valley is far away in Miaojiang. The valley master Zhuo Can rarely appear in the Central Plains. I have had several dealings with him. He has a strange skill and a sword is in a different way. Lingxiang Valley supports the Miao people for the 48 villages and speaks to the Zheng people for the Miao people. He does not cause trouble or cause trouble. When you walk in the rivers and lakes, you should be careful when you meet the figures in the Lingxiang Valley. You might as well avoid one or two. As for the people in Yunxiao Palace, you are determined to cultivate immortals and achieve enlightenment, do not ask about the right and wrong in the world, and do not get into the world. You can't find a place to provoke them."

Qiao Hui said: "Listen to what my senior sister said, this time, our Zichen Sect is completely possible to enter the top three."

Everyone started to talk excitedly, and He Wenqin said: "There are heroes in the world. In addition to the top ten sects, there are many small sects, including masters. You should not miss the heroes of the world. How glorious was the Tiandao Sect that year, it was the leader of the martial arts world. Taihe Zhenren ascended together with Taoism. Where is the mantle he passed down now? Ao Jianchi, Haitian Pavilion, and Hanbingmen, a hundred years ago, there are a few left now? If you don't work hard to strengthen, the Zichen Sect will be gone."

He Wenqin's voice turned sharply, and everyone responded respectfully: "Respect the teachings of the leader."

Mingpu Temple and Fang Abbot Temple. Five old monks gathered around the table to drink tea. The ones who made tea were naturally Master Guangming. The ones who drank tea were Abbot Guangqing, the head of the Demon Hall, Guangfang, the head of the Precepts Hall, and Guangxin Hall, and the monk Guangfa.

The tea is bitter dragon tea. After the five people quietly drank a round of tea, the abbot Guangqing said, "The court asked my junior brother to go to the arbitration martial arts conference. I wonder what my junior brother thinks?"

Master Guangming put down the teacup and said calmly: "Do what you should do is that there are too many common things.

I practice.”

"Good," Master Guangfa clasped his hands and said with a smile: "The world is also a practice, and the senior brother is attached to the appearance."

"Since that's the case, my junior brother might as well serve me. Otherwise, Brother Guangfang, you can go for me, your martial arts are sophisticated that you can show your face in front of the heroes of the world?"

Guangfang clasped his hands and shook his head. Master Guangxin coughed lightly and said, "This is a trivial matter. Master Hongxin preached the Dharma in the south, Buddhism flourished, Xinglong Temple became the first temple in Dezhou, Huangyang Temple was in full swing in Lizhou, and the people of several nearby states traveled thousands of miles to worship Buddha. Why not take this opportunity to set up Mingpu branch temples in all southern states to promote Buddhism and save all living beings."

"Senior Brother Guangxin, I have different opinions on this matter. I heard that... consolidating money is contrary to the original intention of spreading the Dharma..."

In Yuhua Mountain in Leizhou, covered with wind and snow all year round, Liuhuamen’s retreat is located at the intersection of Silver Peak and White Clouds. Hanyugong, the unique skill of Liuhuamen, is here to make it easier to improve with the power of nature. However, on the snow mountain, the cold wind is like a knife, and it is cold and cold. Ordinary people will die of cold for one day. Even disciples who have achieved success in Hanyugong can only stay in the ice cave where they practice for ten days and half a month.

The ice cave where you practice is chosen to be a shelter in the mountain belly. There are thick black ice on the ground. I don’t know how many years have passed. More than a dozen disciples from Liuhuamen meditate on the Xuanbing to regulate their breathing, absorbing the cold air from the Xuanbing into the body, and transforming it into the cold jade true qi.

The stone gate was pushed open, and a cold wind rushed into the hole, and a figure stepped into the hole with the cold wind.

"Master, you are here." A man sitting cross-legged by the cave stood up and shouted respectfully.

The old man was thin and vigorous, with a white beard, his eyes were as lightning as lightning. After turning in the hole, he asked, "Where is your junior brother?"

The man pointed at a corner and said, "I have been meditating outside the cave for half a month."

The old man frowned and walked towards the corner of the cave. There were several places inside the cave that were connected to the outside world. He took out a platform at the cliffs to allow people to sit cross-legged and practice. Of course, it would be several times colder than in the cave. Even if he had excellent internal strength, he could not sit outside the cave for a long time. The old man turned around and saw that there was indeed a figure sitting at the entrance of the cave. His body was covered with ice and snow. He sat there motionlessly, and he thought it was a rock. Hearing the footsteps behind him, Jiang Jian slowly stopped his exercise, opened his eyes, and called "Master" after seeing the old man.

Seeing that Jiang Jian's eyebrows and beard were frozen into a ball, the old man sighed and said, "Come with me into the hole, I have something to say to you."

After Chen Hongming died at Jiang Anyi's hands seven years ago, Jiang Jian returned to Liuhua Gate. Jiang Jian had not gone down the mountain for more than 2,000 days and nights. He had been practicing hard in the ice cave. Han Yu Gong had already entered the hall and reached the extreme realm of Qi Refining and Transforming Gods. As long as the opportunity comes, he may enter the realm of refining and returning to emptiness at any time.

The old man Zhang Shihua is Chen Hongming's senior brother and Gong Yongjie, the head of Liuhua Sect, and Zhang Shihua is full of pity for his junior brother. When he went up the mountain to take revenge with the help of the master's power, he was rejected by the master. In order to avenge his master, this child forced himself to the extreme. He has been practicing hard in the ice cave for seven years. Now his cultivation has improved greatly, and it is time to go down the mountain.

Thinking of this, Zhang Shihua said to Jiang Jian: "You print a palm on the wall."

There are also thick black ice on the walls of the ice cave. For thousands of years, these ice layers have become as strong as iron and stone. Even if you use a knife to chop an axe, you may not necessarily draw a trace. Jiang Jian took a deep breath and his right palm slowly

Press the ground towards the ice wall. When I retracted my hand, a clear palm print appeared on the ice wall. The palm print was half an inch deep and was very round and round. It was obviously because of the skill that it was as good as the heart.

Zhang Shihua praised: "Jiang Jian, now that your skills are not inferior to me, it's time to go down the mountain to avenge your master."

Five days later, a fast horse ran out from the foot of Mount Yuhua and headed straight to the capital.

Anyang Prefecture, Anyang Palace, Zhanqing Tower.

Prince Shi Fangdao sat in the middle, with the left and right sides of the palace sitting on both sides, Wei Mengqiang and Fang Zhizhong. Shi Fangdao had three-inch-long black beards, which looked much more steady and his voice seemed calm. After all, he was a thirty-nine-year-old. Now the King of Anyang has long been ungrateful, and everything in the palace was long under the control of His Royal Highness.

"Qianzi, it's fine if you want to go to Beijing, but you can take Zhizhong there. Do I still need to protect my Anyang Palace?" Shi Fangdao said unhappily.

Wei Mengqiang smiled apologized and said, "Your Highness, you can't believe me, Old Wei, I just went to see the fun. Besides, I haven't visited my father for several years, so I took the opportunity to watch the martial arts competition. Don't worry, I won't go to Zhenbei Daying, but this martial arts competition is divided into the left and right areas. Do you think I can't see where the brothers in the army are? Otherwise, wouldn't they become the frog in the well you mentioned?"

Shi Fangdao knew in his heart that he and Wei Mengqiang were brothers and sisters, so he could not abandon him. In fact, Shi Fangdao said this because he did not want Fang Zhizhong to participate in the martial arts competition. After seven or eight years of hard work, Fang Zhizhong has become his right-hand man. Although he didn't talk much, he was simple and had good soldiers. Especially with his brave army, Wei Mengqiang was not his opponent. How could Shi Fangdao give such a powerful general to the court? He knew that Wei Mengqiang was really going to watch the fun, but Fang Zhizhong was different. Although he treated Fang Zhizhong deeply and Fang Zhizhong was not an ungrateful person, Fang Zhizhong's father died at the hands of the people of Beimo. The court held a martial arts competition, which was clearly the selection of generals of the Northern Expedition. How could Fang Zhizhong miss such a good opportunity? With Fang Zhizhong's martial arts, he would inevitably be valued.

Wei Mengqiang was rough and generous, but thoughtful, and understood the prince's intentions. He sighed: "Criminal, Zhizhong told me that he wanted to avenge his father. But the prince was relieved. Zhizhong also said that no matter what reward the court gave him, he would definitely come back to repay the prince's kindness for his understanding. Zhizhong is a honest person, and the prince should fulfill his filial piety."

Fang Zhizhong stood up, knelt on one knee and said, "I'd like to ask your highness to do it."

Shi Fangdao sighed and said, "What else can I say? Okay, you go, go early and come back early, I'll wait for you."

Fang Zhizhong thanked him and stood up and left. Shi Fangdao complained: "Qianzi, if you want to go to watch the fun, you can go and watch it. I won't stop you. What are you doing? When will you go back?"

"Don't worry, Prince, the eldest son of the family is in Anyang Mansion. Where can he go? Instead of forcing him to stay here, it is better to fulfill his thoughts. The eldest son is a person who is affectionate and will only be more loyal to the prince." Wei Mengqiang took a sip of tea and said, "The court does not choose one person for every thousand people in the court to participate in the competition. There are 1,500 guards in the royal palace. It is said that one or two people will be sent to take the exam. If you let me and Zhizhong go, it will save the emperor from thinking too much."
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