Huangfu Shaozong contacted the people from the Demon Suppression Division and arranged for them to cooperate in hunting down He Lei. It was already evening.
Thinking about his sister asking him to have more contact with Zhao Changhe, Huangfu Shaozong didn't really want to, but since his sister had given him the task, he just did it.
Since you are going to do it, do it in a more beautiful way. Not only invite him to live at home, but also take him away from Tang Wanzhuang. My sister will definitely be very happy to see Tang Wanzhuang being humiliated.
These two old women have been fighting for more than ten years. I really don’t know what they are fighting about and when they will stop. Although Huangfu Shaozong thinks that the two women are not young anymore and have their own status, it is stupid to continue to fight like little girls, but since she is the elder sister, he will always help.
So Huangfu Shaozong openly went to the Demon Suppression Division to ask for people and invited them to dinner.
Unexpectedly, Tang Wanzhuang, who had been fighting with Huangfu Qing, had no intention of stopping Zhao Changhe this time. Since she had entered the capital, she would either leave immediately or let the capital see her style.
Tang Wanzhuang was certain that something was going to happen when Zhao Changhe attended the banquet.
There is no need for the major forces to stir up trouble behind the scenes; there will be countless people looking for trouble openly.
In this era, martial arts are extremely popular. From the emperor to the heads of aristocratic families, they are all top-notch warriors. This is evident from the fact that it is not the same as the ancient times in the modern world.
Thinking back to when Zhao Changhe was in Beimang and had just entered the Hidden Dragon List, he attracted a large group of idiots to challenge him. This was not an exception. Almost everyone on the list would constantly encounter similar challenges. Only people like Cui Yuanyang and Wan Dongliu who relied on the power of their family to stay at home did not cause trouble.
Because people are not convinced. I am at the fourth level and you are at the third level. I am much better than you. Why can you be on the list and be admired by the world? Explaining the meaning of Qianlong tens of thousands of times cannot erase the first perception in people's hearts, which is not to accept.
With the continuous improvement of hard training, it has reached the sixth or seventh level. The number of people who swarm around to cause trouble has begun to decrease, but the number of people who challenge others to fight at the same level has increased.
You are at the sixth level, I am also at the sixth level or even the seventh level, are you a latent dragon? I will test your weight. If you have low EQ, ask why, if you have high EQ, ask where the gap is between you and the latent dragon list.
This phenomenon occurs everywhere in the martial arts world, and is even very common on the human rankings. This is one of the typical manifestations of why the book of chaotic times is a chaotic time.
I haven't seen Zhao Changhe for a long time, because he is either hanging out with the Cao Gang, hiding in the Tang family, or participating in the Langya Martial Arts Conference. When he goes out, his whereabouts are unknown, so others don't have the opportunity to cause trouble. But this time he went to Beijing alone, not hiding his whereabouts, just like a burning candle, dazzling, isn't that the same as announcing to fire at me
It can be said that ever since Master Dai shouted out the three names of Zhao Changhe at the city gate, countless gentlemen in the capital who had achieved comparable cultivation had begun to get restless.
Including Huangfu Shaozong himself, he also wanted to fight with Zhao Changhe. He was at the seventh level of Xuanguan, and Zhao Changhe was at the sixth level, but the difference in their rankings was only two places. He also wanted to know why. Of course, he was not suitable to take action, and he had his own little tricks.
So the place for the dinner was not in Yihonglou, but in the restaurant opposite. There were no private rooms in the restaurant, but it was still a classic wall-less attic with ventilation on all sides. It had a wide view and was said to be comfortable for enjoying the view, but in fact anyone could jump up.
Zhao Changhe could see Huangfu Shaozong's intention, smiled slightly, and didn't care.
"Brother Zhao, this is the famous Zhang's Restaurant in the capital. The most famous thing in the restaurant is..."
"Zhirong Snow Jade Cake?"
Huangfu Shaozong was stunned: "Brother Zhao actually knows about the pastries in the capital?"
"There's a little girl who likes it."
"… Cui Yuanyang, right?" Huangfu Shaozong choked up a bit and said, "Brother Zhao, no one here will tell her for you, so forget about trying to pick her up from a distance."
"Hey, do you understand that? This bearded guy is not the right character."
"Same here, your scarred face doesn't quite fit in with this kind of thing." Huangfu Shaozong said expressionlessly, "What I'm treating Brother Zhao to is not women's cakes, but the hibiscus wine here. Of course, if Brother Zhao wants to eat cakes..."
"Thank you." Zhao Changhe reached out and took the wine jug on the table, and took the initiative to pour wine for Huangfu Shaozong.
Huangfu Shaozong felt that this was impolite, and was about to say something when footsteps came from the stairs: "It is said that the bloodthirsty Shura Zhao Changhe is here?"
Zhao Changhe kept pouring the wine and glanced at Huangfu Shaozong with a half-smile: "Actually, Brother Huangfu should go to Langya."
Who would believe that there is no one guarding the stairs when you, a marquis, entertain guests? You just want to test my weight.
Huangfu Shaozong's face turned slightly red, knowing that his intentions had been seen through, he did not argue, but turned to look at the visitor: "Huangfu invited guests, are you slapping me in the face?"
The man clasped his fists and said, "It's rare for the bloodthirsty Shura to come to the capital. If you don't take this opportunity to see him, you will never have another chance in the future. Young Marquis, please understand the heart of a warrior."
Huangfu Shaozong looked at Zhao Changhe and tried to say, "Brother Zhao, what do you mean..."
Zhao Changhe finished pouring his wine and continued to pour himself: "Whatever you want."
The man took a deep breath and slowly drew his sword: "I am the Kuanglong of the Capital, Chen..."
"I'm not interested in knowing your name. Just draw your sword." Zhao Changhe didn't even draw his sword. His hand was still pouring wine, and he didn't even look at the other person.
The visitor finally showed his anger: "The bloodthirsty Shura is disrespecting the men of the capital too much!"
"Don't represent the capital, I just despise individuals." Zhao Changhe put down the wine pot helplessly: "Damn, I was planning to finish the fight while pouring wine, but you guys are talking too much and it makes me unable to pretend. Can't the men in the capital be direct?"
Huangfu Shaozong's expression became very interesting.
What kind of train of thought is this? He actually focuses on posing! You can learn from him. No wonder he is so famous. This is how he got his fame.
The mad dragon from the capital was stunned for a long while, and finally flew into a rage: "This is too much!"
The sword shone like a sharp sword, piercing Zhao Changhe's face. It looked like the sword wanted to leave a symmetrical scar on the other side of Zhao Changhe's face to teach him a lesson.
Zhao Changhe raised the wine bowl with his left hand and gestured to Huangfu Shaozong: "Thank you for the hospitality. Let me toast to Brother Huangfu."
Huangfu Shaozong clinked his bowls together with great interest.
The two bowls collided with each other with a "ding" sound. At this moment, a flying sword arrived at Zhao Changhe's face. Zhao Changhe suddenly raised his right hand to grab everything.
In the eyes of the other party, Zhao Changhe, who was originally sitting there leisurely with flaws all over his body, suddenly all the flaws disappeared with this palm, and the barrier was like a mountain, overlooking like a god.
"Snap!" The vertical palm cut the side of the sword. Everything seemed ordinary, but at the moment of contact, a terrifying force suddenly erupted. Even the sword seemed to be bent. The flying stabbing action was directly deflected and rushed past Zhao Changhe.
His feet were hooked at some point, and he rushed forward, hit the pillar behind him with a "bang", and slowly slid down.
Zhao Changhe drank it all in one gulp as if nothing had happened: "Good wine!"
Huangfu Shaozong's eyes seemed to be filled with deep meaning: "Divine Brilliant Wind and Thunder Palm..."
"Good eyesight. I'm not very skilled in using it, please forgive me, Brother Huangfu."
During the conversation, several people came up the stairs. One of them drew his sword and rushed over: "Young Master Huang of the Huang family in the capital, please give us some advice, Bloodthirsty Shura!"
"The next one doesn't need to say his name. I'm only interested in knowing the name of the one who can let me draw my sword." Zhao Changhe stretched out his finger and flicked it, and the long sword flew out of his hand.
"The clear blue waves..."
"Good eyesight." The next moment, a fist as big as a vinegar bowl hit Huang Shaozu's face: "Brother Huangfu, please appreciate the name of this punch?"
“… I can’t tell, this is just a random punch, right?”
"Is the Bloody Fist that comes with my Bloody Blade Skill so embarrassing?"
"… "
"Bang!" Huang Shaozu hit the pillar on the other side and fainted.
"The Xie family in the capital..."
"I told you not to tell your name." Zhao Changhe reached out quickly, grabbed the other person's wrist, and threw him to the ground with a tug.
"The capital Zhao..."
"Oh, my family, it's a pity that I don't have much face."
“Bang bang bang bang…” Huangfu Shaozong’s face changed as he watched people knocked unconscious one after another after hitting the pillars.
All of these people are at the fifth to seventh level of Xuanguan, and some of them have a higher level of cultivation than Zhao Changhe.
But no one could survive Zhao Changhe's second move. Not only did he not draw his sword, he didn't even move his butt.
No, he even used only one hand the whole time, while the other hand was still pouring and drinking wine. He would beat one person with one bowl of wine, and within a few breaths, he had finished ten bowls of wine, and the attic was already filled with people rolling around in all directions.
The gap is so big that it can't be seen that it is a battle between people of the same level. It's just like an adult beating a child.
Huangfu Shaozong himself is at the seventh level of Xuanguan and the eleventh level of Qianlong. In theory, he is stronger than Zhao Changhe, but he has to admit that even if he can easily defeat these people, he can't do it as easily as Zhao Changhe.
That was the vision of a veteran, the most direct and effective use of combat skills, which could not be understood by anyone who had not experienced the bloodshed in the martial arts world. Even the seemingly ordinary Blood Evil Fist was played like a unique skill in Zhao Changhe's hands.
Moreover, Huangfu Shaozong could see that as the battle progressed, Zhao Changhe's fists and palms became more skillful. His previous Divine Wind and Thunder Palm was indeed a little unfamiliar, but later on he was truly as immovable as a mountain, and no one could break the range of his palm.
"Bang!" Zhao Changhe punched someone in the face again and poured wine again, but the jug was empty.
Zhao Changhe laughed loudly: "There are too many people and not enough wine. The capital should not be stingy in entertaining guests! Come on, serve some wine!"
The restaurant was completely silent, and even Huangfu Shaozong's mind went blank for a moment.
It seemed as if it was brought to him by everyone, and after a feast, he became famous in Beijing.
(End of this chapter)