"There have been rumors before that the Holy Emperor has agreed to canonize Zheng Shiyi as a marquis. The rumors are indeed true."
"Zheng Shiyi is also very lucky. Previously, the Jin family had been looking for trouble for him, but he defeated the Jin family and survived. Later, he was injured by God, and everyone thought he was going to fall. Who would have thought that he would The wound from heaven was cured again.
Even when King Fudo tried to kill him, he still survived, and now he was made a marquis.
This is the imperial city, not some remote foreign land. How difficult is it to become a prince in the imperial city? He was actually made a marquis. "
"Actually, it's okay to be granted the title of marquis. The most terrifying thing is that the escorts have appeared. Apparently they want to seal Zheng Shiyi's marquis in the imperial city!"
"When you are granted a title, you need to confer a palace. In a remote place, there are naturally a lot of places that can be given. But this is the imperial city, and it is an imperial city where every inch of land is valuable. If you are given a mansion here, it is different. , it would be a great honor to be granted the title of Marquis in the Imperial City."
"Yes, before, most of the marquises conferred by the Holy Emperor were conferred in other places, but this Zheng Shiyi actually wants to be canonized in the imperial city!"
"Princess Fanyao is really a great name. She actually asked the current Holy General Zheng Shiyi to be canonized in the imperial city and given a mansion."
"Do you think that the title conferred by Zheng Shiyi is a bit special? Ling Jiaohou, what does this name mean? Could it be that..."
"Silence, silence, I'll wait until I understand."
Conferring a marquis, especially being a marquis in the imperial city, and granting a mansion in the imperial city, are important events even in the imperial city. In the imperial city, people can be heard talking about Zheng Shiyi and Ling Jiaohou everywhere.
In the imperial city, in a quiet courtyard, a handsome man with a long sword on his back stood on the roof of the mansion and looked into the distance, with a cold look in his eyes: "Ling Jiaohou? By him? Do you still want to be superior to us and other great Eternal Sects
Soon, he would know that being given this title was the most unfortunate thing in his life. "
Not far from the Jin family's mansion, in a mansion that was larger than the Jin family's, a man with a cold face, who seemed to be a master of magic, gently shook the folding fan in his hand, facing two people wearing monk uniforms opposite him. The monk said calmly: "Ling Jiaohou? Soon, the world will know that no one in this world can use this title."
Opposite the man, two monks, one male and one female, did not speak. They just lowered their heads and drank fragrant tea from their cups.
Zheng Shiyi walked forward all the way. Before he reached his own palace, he passed by Senior Brother Huanshi's mansion first. He paused slightly and said, "Xiao Shilang, please wait a moment. Shiyi went to bring some luggage back." How are you?"
"Your Majesty, please." Xiao Shilang smiled and asked, "Do you need help from the guards?"
"No need." Zheng Shiyi walked towards Senior Brother Huanshi's mansion. Before he could reach the mansion, the servants had already returned to the mansion.
Zheng Shiyi had just walked into the mansion, and senior brother Huanshi, Mo Xing, and Peng Junyue had already walked out.
"Brothers, you are out." Zheng Shiyi looked at everyone with a smile on his face and said: "The Holy One gave me a mansion before. I thought that since it was a mansion just given by the Holy One, it wouldn't be good if I didn't live in it, so I came here specially to follow you. Senior brother, please wait to say goodbye."
"Farewell? Farewell to what?" Huanshi raised his hand and pointed around: "This mansion is not mine, it is just lent to me by others. Now that you have a mansion, junior brother, naturally, senior brother will go to live in junior brother's mansion."
"Yeah, speaking of which, I haven't lived in a Hou Mansion yet. Since I have a Hou Mansion, I will naturally live in a Hou Mansion." Peng Junyue agreed from the side.
Mo Xing nodded slightly and said, "I'll go with you."
Zheng Shiyi looked at the three of them with a happy smile on his face. This way, everyone lives in the same place again, which is better, so that he can also see Brother Huanshi and Mo Xing.
A few people simply packed up, put their luggage into the Qiankun bag, and then followed Zheng Shiyi out of the mansion. This mansion was indeed someone else's mansion, and the servants also stayed.
Under the leadership of Xiao Shilang, everyone continued to walk forward, and after walking for another incense stick, they stopped at a mansion that occupied a large area.
A new plaque has been hung at the door of the mansion, with four words written on it, Ling Jiaohou Mansion.
In the mansion, servants have already been arranged.
Xiao Shilang took everyone to the place and left quickly.
Zheng Shiyi recalled the punches of Emperor Chiyun in his mind. He didn't even take a good look at his own mansion, so he came to the courtyard of his master, opened his stance and punched.
Recalling Chiyunhuang's boxing skills.
Although Zheng Shiyi's boxing skills are the most basic, they are smooth and flowing, and have a certain artistic conception in them.
After finishing a set of punches, he frowned slightly and waved his fist again. Although the punches were completed, he still felt that something was missing.
Zheng Shiyi waved his fist over and over again, repeating the most basic punches. At first, his movements were smooth, but slowly, his movements became slower and slower, and the connection between the punches even became dry.
Gradually, his movements became extremely jerky, looking like someone who had just started learning boxing.
I don't know how long it took, but every time he punched and landed, it was extremely difficult, as if there was a huge boulder tied to his fist, and he even felt like he couldn't swing his fist.
Punch, punch again.
Zheng Shiyi kept shaking his fists alone in the courtyard, and the speed of his fists became slower and slower. From half a stick of incense, he punched a punch, to a stick of incense, a punch, and half an hour. …
"My fist..."
Zheng Shiyi's whole body was completely soaked with sweat. He looked as if he had just been fished out of the water. His eyes were blankly looking at the fist that he could not lift.
I can't move my fist anymore.
Zheng Shiyi frowned tightly. Whether it was the most basic set of boxing techniques used by the Holy Master or other boxing techniques he had mastered, he could no longer use all the boxing techniques.
today…
Today is the day when he and Brother Huanshi will fight each other, but now he has no fighting power but cannot use it.
How can this be done
Zheng Shiyi's heart sank, looking at his fist that could not be moved, he walked out of the courtyard helplessly.
In the hall of the Hou Mansion, Huanshi and Peng Junyue were sitting next to each other.
Huanshi drank tea gently, his expression was calm, and there was no trace of the nervousness before the battle on his face.
Peng Junyue kept writing on the table beside him, frowning as he wrote: "Business is getting harder and harder.
You and Shiyi join forces. Even if the other party is a yin and yang couple and is good at combined attacks, the other party has little chance of winning. Everyone also knows that it is terrifying for you and Shiyi to join forces. I am afraid that everyone will buy you and Shiyi to win.
If this happens, I will have to pay for it. "
"Dong dong..."
There was a sound of footsteps.
Zheng Shiyi's figure appeared in the hall.
Huanshi gently put down the tea cup, looked at Zheng Shiyi with a smile on his face and said, "Junior brother, are you ready?"
"I'm afraid it might be trouble this time." Zheng Shiyi looked at Brother Huanshi's inquiring eyes and sighed helplessly, raised his arm and said, "Now, I can't take action."
Huanshi's expression suddenly changed, and he asked with a worried expression: "What? Junior brother's natural injury has occurred again?"
"It's not a natural injury." Zheng Shiyi shook his head slightly and said: "Although my natural injury is not completely healed, it will not relapse easily. It's just that now I can't punch.
Back in the palace, the Holy Master once performed a set of boxing techniques. After I came back, I kept understanding the boxing techniques and punched again and again.
But later, it became more and more difficult for me to swing my fist. Now, it seems that there is a big mountain pressing on my fist, making it difficult to swing it at all. "
"Practice to the point where you can't throw a punch?" Peng Junyue exclaimed in surprise, looking back at Huan Shi beside him.
Huan Shiben's face with a faint smile gradually became serious. If it had been earlier, he could have found a master to change his partner, but now, the competition is about to begin, where can he find a partner
"Brother, although I can't swing my fists, I can still use other secret techniques and martial arts..." Zheng Shiyi looked at Brother Huanshi apologetically and said, "It's just that my strength may be greatly reduced..."
"In that case, you don't want to go. Your current condition is even less suitable for taking action." Mo Xing walked from the door and whispered as he walked: "Let me take the stage for you."
After saying this, the three people in the room were stunned.
Mo Xing, he wants to help Huanshi
Peng Junyue seemed to have thought of something, and took two steps forward, stood beside Huanshi, and whispered: "Huanshi, you can't agree to him.
You would rather appear alone than with Na Mo Xing. You can't do one against two on your own, but if Mo Xing appears, you might be one against three. If that kid does something bad, you'll be dead. "
"Do you think other people are like you?" Mo Xing sneered with disdain and said coldly: "I just don't want to see Huan Shi die in the hands of others. I want to avenge Master's revenge with my own hands. Huan Shi, He can only die in my hands, and before that, no one can kill him."
After Huan Shi was stunned for a moment, he quickly came back to his senses and whispered: "Mo Xing, you help me this time, but when you and I fight in the future, I will still not be lenient."
"That's the best. Besides, I'm not helping you, I just don't want to see Shiyi die on the ring." Mo Xing walked up to Zheng Shiyi as he spoke, stretched out his hand and patted Zheng Shiyi's shoulder gently. : "Ten Wings, watching His Majesty's boxing skills is equivalent to a Kung Fu transfer. This is a great opportunity. You should understand it well.
Leave the ring battle to me. "
"It's really a great adventure for a saint to teach the power today." Peng Junyue looked at Zheng Shiyi with envy and said, "This is equivalent to the leader of the Yue Changcun Sect personally teaching the power."
Hearing this, Mo Xing immediately let out a sneer: "Is the leader of the Everlasting Sect very strong? Isn't it incredible? In the future, when I become the leader of the Demonic Sect, I will also be the leader of the Everlasting Sect."
"Leader?" Mr. Huanshi shook his head slightly when he heard the sound: "There is only one leader position in the Demon Sect, and there is only one leader. That person will only be me."
(End of chapter)