"The emperor rides on the real dragon, the saint rides on the unicorn"

Xiong Ba was on his knees, with disheveled hair, staring blankly at the gold post on the ground.

This overlord who looked down upon the world was in an unprecedented state of disarray.

Although Nie Feng's voice was low, it could not be concealed from the experts with sharp ears and eyes below, and another wave of discussion arose.

"Shaolin?!"

"That monk just now was a Shaolin monk? No wonder it's so amazing!"

"Shaolin Temple really exists?"

"Why doesn't it exist? There is a thousand-year-old temple on Mount Song, how can it be faked?"

"No, I'm not talking about Shaolin. I'm referring to Shaolin, which is known as the origin of martial arts in the world!"

"Looking at how young the divine monk is, I can't believe that even Xiongba is not his enemy!"

"No, I heard that if you practice martial arts to an extremely high level, you can stay forever. You may look young, but you may be in your seventies or eighties."

"What do these sentences mean?"

"I recently heard that the descendants of Jing Nian Chan Monastery have reappeared in the world. Since this Shaolin Temple is real and Jing Nian Chan Monastery is the lower courtyard of Shaolin, how can it be false? Could it be that the world is really in chaos and it's time to change the world?"

People in the rivers and lakes looked at each other in confusion, and the voices of discussion gradually died down.

Although there are constant disasters and civil unrest, and the court's prestige is gradually losing, after all, the emperor is still on the throne and still has some deterrent power.

Although people in the Jianghu act unscrupulously, few are willing to easily provoke the court.

But even though he didn't say it in his mouth, it was already moving in his heart.

The Shaolin monk will not show up for no reason to beat up Xiongba and hand him another post.

The emperor fuses the real dragon, the saint walks on the unicorn

Then I think of the Jing Nian Zen Temple where the emperor was elected, and what the Shaolin monk said when he left.

Doesn't this mean

Xiongba is indeed the leader of the party. If one day, he can ascend to the ninth-five position, it is not impossible.

September 5th

Shaolin

Emperor

Many people's hearts became hot.

People are all ambitious, especially the people standing here

Everything is unknown.

Since we have to "choose", it doesn't necessarily have to be him, it could be anyone.

These people may have heard too many stories, or they may have been shocked by the shocking martial arts of the "Shaolin Monk", so they began to believe such rumors.

The discussions of the heroes in the world have also reached the ears of everyone in the world.

"Master"

Nie Feng and Qin Shuang looked at each other and wanted to help Xiong Ba up, but Xiong Ba waved his hand and pushed him away.

Xiongba picked up the gold post in front of him, stuffed it into his arms, and stood up slowly.

When he raised his head, his expression returned to its usual calm and domineering expression, and he slowly said: "Shuang'er"

"Master!"

"Go see off guests."

Xiong Ba said softly.

There was no emotion or anger in his tone.

"Yes! Master."

Qin Shuang hesitated before speaking, responded, winked at Nie Feng, and turned around quickly.

"Wind"

Nie Feng hurriedly said: "Master, Feng'er is here!"

"Would you like to do one thing for my teacher?"

"Master, please give me your instructions!"

"Go to Wushuang City, retrieve the Wushuang Sword for my master, and bring back Dugu Fang's head."

Nie Feng was shocked when he heard this.

Xiongba closed his eyes slightly: "What? You don't want to?"

"No, Feng'er obeys your orders!"

"Go immediately."

"Yes! Feng'er will definitely live up to his destiny!"

"Wen Chou Chou"

After watching Nie Feng leave, Xiong Ba slowly spoke again.

Wen Chou Chou, who looked embarrassed, came out of nowhere and crawled to Xiong Ba's side.

"Gang leader! Gang leader! Oh, gang leader! That damn bald donkey! Chou Chou almost couldn't see you!"

When Xiong Ba heard the word "bald donkey", another trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he suppressed it in an instant: "Wen Chou Chou, you have three days to find out the whereabouts of the Clay Bodhisattva and bring him back."

"ah?"

"how?"

"No, no, no! Within three days, Chou Chou will definitely bring the Clay Bodhisattva as the gang leader!"

With that said, he rolled away again and crawled to the ground.

Wen Chou Chou has served Xiong Ba for many years and knows Xiong Ba very well.

In Xiongba's current state, it's too dangerous to stay by his side

The chaotic crowd below had been "invited" away one by one by Qin Shuang and everyone in the world. Quietness soon returned to the top of the mountain.

Xiongba then turned around, groaned, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Shaolin"

"I want to see who you are"

It has to be said that Xiongba is indeed ambitious.

Being crushed by someone, not only was he not crushed, but he also had many plans in the blink of an eye.

Today, in front of so many people, I must have lost all face if I was beaten down with one move.

If he hadn't been seriously injured, he would have really wanted to "leave" all those people.

So he must regain his face first.

He would not dare to go to Shaolin and fight back, at least not now.

Then you can only change the target.

As the only force in the world that can compete with the Tianxiahui, there is no place more suitable than Wushuang City as a target to establish its power.

It was originally a stumbling block that he wanted to solve. If Wushuang City was destroyed, the Tianxiahui would unify the entire martial arts world.

By then, even if the Shaolin Temple is really that powerful, how can it fight against the entire world?

No matter what the hegemony is, that group of Jianghu characters will emerge from the world.

The rumor that the Shaolin monk defeated Xiong Ba, the leader of the Tianxiahui, with one move swept through the world like a hurricane in a short period of time.

Many people in the world have become more and more convinced of the "stories" told by "storytellers".

While Tian Xia Hui was busy going around and making a fuss in the world, the instigator had already returned to his old nest.

"Junior brother, you made a bit of a fuss this time."

The old monk Kongji specially found Chen Yi at the foot of the mountain facing the wall. His face was red and he complained worriedly.

"How come Shaolin is the best martial arts school in the world, and why the emperor is chosen by heaven? You are so boastful!"

Thinking of the "glorious history" of Shaolin mentioned by those "storytellers", old monk Kong Ji blushed a little.

Well, although it sounds quite interesting, but it sounds like a boast, why is it so round?

"Senior brother, you have to be careful what you say. Monks don't lie, and I never brag!"

Chen also firmly denied it.

He is just reading to others
To be continued...