Cui Yuanyang didn't know why Zhao Changhe was still staying here. After so much trouble, it was almost dawn. She didn't dare let anyone know that she spent the night in the inn with a man. She took advantage of the light and ran back to Wang's Guesthouse to be a good girl.
However, Zhao Changhe did not even vacate the room, and hid inside leisurely to study the gold foil.
There was no further movement from Jin Bao for the time being. According to the experience of the last "unblocking", he would have to wait until tomorrow. This time, Zhao Changhe was watching the review of the game between Lun Wuzhi and Situ Xiao.
This matter is very important. It is the most important factor that enables him to catch up with others' understanding of martial arts accumulated over many years in a short period of time. No one has such a unique condition.
Situ Xiao's practice is mainly about refining external skills, or to put it in a more mysterious way, it is mainly about strengthening the body. According to rumors, their Shenhuang Sect has obtained a complete ancient heritage, which corresponds exactly to the "Tao body" information they have just obtained.
From this point of view, what Shenhuang Sect got may not be complete. If it was complete, it might really be able to break through the upper limit of this world, and the sect leader Li Shentong would not be ranked only fifth on the Heavenly Ranking. Of course, there is also a possibility that although the inheritance is complete, it lacks some auxiliary treasures and cannot be refined.
No matter which one it is, Situ Xiao’s work is worth referring to.
Situ Xiao said that his palm method was not very strong... A careful review shows that although he strengthened his body, used a heavy sword, and emphasized explosiveness, Situ Xiao's practice was not really "strong" but more stable.
All his techniques have a sense of stability. He sticks to his position, defends and counterattacks, and only bursts out extremely strong power at the moment of attack, in order to kill the enemy in one fell swoop.
If the Wang family's palm technique is like huge waves clearing the sky, then Situ Xiao's palm technique is as still as a mountain.
What’s interesting is that he also performs drunken boxing. The stumbling posture, the immovable nature of his moves, and his casual and heroic temperament all combined together are very interesting.
His bodybuilding focuses on horizontal training, the kind that makes him invulnerable to swords and spears. He didn't even feel anything when his iron head hit the door. Zhao Changhe doubted that ordinary swords and knives would leave a mark on Situ Xiao at most. If it were his master Li Shentong, who was fifth on the Heavenly Ranking, how strong would he be? Would Longque be able to break him
This seems to be the prerequisite for one person to defeat an army...
Regardless of whether he could strike back or not, Zhao Changhe repeatedly studied Situ Xiao's body, first learning the meaning of "stability" and his method of dodging with a drunken step, his lower body still, and his upper body as slender as a willow.
These are the relatively missing links in Zhao Changhe's martial arts. It is through constant fighting and reviewing that he can summarize and make up for the deficiencies.
Apart from the assistance of the Heavenly Book, Zhao Changhe was already a genius.
… …
While the Wang family was planning a lot and Zhao Changhe was thinking about his great wife, from the perspective of Situ Xiao and others, this night was really great.
Most of them were peers with similar talents and understanding of martial arts. Even if there was a gap in their practice, it was still appropriate for them to discuss martial arts. It was not easy to meet someone from all over the world. It was rare for so many people to get together to drink and discuss martial arts. For martial artists, it was really a great pleasure.
In the eyes of the outside world, this is almost a martial arts event that can be recorded in history. In fact, the Qianlong style of this night will surely be widely spread, allowing the world to truly recognize how powerful and excellent each of the names that have always only briefly flashed in the book of chaos are.
The elegant and calm Wang Zhaoling, and the unrivaled and powerful Paitian Zhenhai.
The extremely cold and beautiful Xia Chichi, and the fierce and murderous Hu Xiao Bingpo.
The cute and lovely Cui Yuanyang and the long and vast purple river.
And the heavy sword that ran across the hall, and the broadsword that responded, broke the political thinking with the blood of warriors, leading to this romantic night of sword-fighting, sword-laughing, and drunken drinking.
No one knew where Zhao Changhe, who was regarded as the leader, went afterwards, but they did know that he had clearly expressed his refusal to participate in the competition. Everyone sighed in their hearts. The subsequent martial arts discussion was indeed missing a beautiful scene without him.
In short, the news of this night spread far and wide, and people in the world would talk about it for a long time.
The Wang family’s goal was also achieved.
Not only did they have a secret agreement with the Four Symbols Sect, but not many people remembered their domineering behavior beforehand. Instead, most people praised it, believing it to be a great event for the martial arts world.
The impression of Wang's leadership over the martial arts world was planted in many people's minds unconsciously, and successfully sent out two messages:
First, it doesn’t really matter whether there is a court or not. Second, the Wang family has a queen who knows Xia Longyuan’s situation best. Daring to do such a thing basically means that Xia Longyuan’s situation may be more serious than imagined.
Not only did the Wang family's separatist momentum begin to gather, but it also invisibly promoted the secret plots of other people with ulterior motives, making the situation in the world even more turbulent.
It was a game that made everyone happy, from the organizers to the contestants to the spectators, but the only thing damaged was the prestige of the imperial court.
Thousands of miles away, Jinling.
Tang Wanzhuang stood on the city wall, looking at Maitreya's camp from afar, her eyes as calm as water.
"First Master..." An underling from the Demon Suppression Division came hurriedly to report, "We received a letter via carrier pigeon, saying that the Langya Martial Arts Forum has concluded."
"Oh? Who's the winner?"
"It is said that Situ Xiao and Zhao Changhe led the discussion in a different direction. Somehow it became just a competition without ranking. All the potential talents present had a great time, and their martial arts style was really on display." The subordinate said, "The brothers present said that this was the most enjoyable martial arts discussion in the past few years."
Tang Wanzhuang smiled for the first time in more than half a month and repeated in a low voice: "Situ Xiao and... Zhao Changhe..."
Subordinate: “…”
He scratched his head in confusion, but continued to the point: "Since there is no ranking, the power that the Wang family wants is still missing a level. After all, only by accepting the ranking and receiving the prize can they really have a sense of subordination... I think Qianlong is unruly and few are happy with it, so it is in line with the deduction that it has become this situation. What is more surprising is that since Zhao Changhe had that fight with Situ Xiao, he never participated in the subsequent martial arts discussions again, and he looked extremely resistant."
Tang Wanzhuang smiled and said, "It's not that they are arrogant, few are willing... There are only a few who are not happy, such as Zhao Changhe."
"Well, maybe." The subordinate said, "But the Wang family has basically achieved what they wanted. They have already started to appoint and dismiss officials themselves. Lord Zhang, the county commander, was dismissed on a pretext... Let's not talk about whether the pretext is true or false. How can they be qualified to appoint and dismiss officials? They are going to rebel!"
Tang Wanzhuang stopped smiling and sighed, "I should have known from the moment I invited you to the birthday party."
"So what do we do now?"
"What's the point of asking me? I don't have the power to mobilize troops." Tang Wanzhuang said calmly: "Mi Le and I are not the leaders of the army. We will not stay here forever. It is meaningless. He will definitely return to the headquarters in the next few days to preside over other matters, and I will also return to Beijing. There are still many things that need my decision."
As he spoke, his voice gradually became lower, as if he was talking to himself: "I should also go see His Majesty again... What on earth is he thinking about..."
"No..." The subordinate hesitated, "If the Wang family is just separatist, it's fine for now. What if they really send troops south to respond to Maitreya..."
"Each of them has their own agenda, so it's not that easy to form an alliance... The Wang family only started to think of evil after Maitreya started the rebellion. The two families had no communication before. If they really want to achieve this kind of cooperation, they need envoys to go back and forth. The Saintess of the Four Symbols Sect participated in the martial arts discussion, so she is the envoy of the Four Symbols Sect. I guess the two families may have reached some agreement first."
The subordinate thought for a moment and said, "Indeed. I wonder why the Four Symbols Sect would be willing to participate in this..."
Tang Wanzhuang said calmly, "The Four Symbols Sect and the Maitreya Sect are not on good terms. Once the Wang family reaches an agreement with the Four Symbols Sect, it would be reasonable for them to no longer consider the Maitreya Sect. After all, the two are incompatible in nature, and the Wang family may not think highly of the Maitreya Sect."
"Zhao Changhe killed Fasheng, and the Maitreya Cult's plan was thrown into disarray. The current situation is not very good. Is it possible to send an envoy to the north to contact the Wang family? What if they made some outrageous promises..."
Tang Wanzhuang looked far to the north with a sad look in her eyes. After a long while, she said, "They should have left."
"Should we intercept?"
"Looking for a needle in a haystack, where can we find a passerby?" Tang Wanzhuang suddenly smiled: "I think that there is no need for us to do anything, the Maitreya messenger is going to be in trouble again..."
(End of this chapter)