The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 352 Yitian Timeline

The world in front of us is even less spiritual than the world of the divine eagle.

Feng Ji couldn't even feel any spiritual energy.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the world barrier.

Click!

Suddenly the world's barriers cracked.

Feng Ji casually waved his hand and threw the puppet into it.

His consciousness sank into the puppet and slowly opened his eyes.

But the sky was clear and the moon was bright, it was midsummer.

There was silence all around, and the sky was as cold as water at night.

He was in the middle of nowhere.

Feng Ji stood up, felt the weak breath of blood, and murmured to himself: "The spiritual energy in this world is even weaker than mine before."

He got up and hurried towards the weak breath of blood.

With the strength of his feet, he had already walked out of the wilderness in the early morning and saw a village appearing in front of him.

Feng Ji paused slightly: "But I don't know what age I am now."

Thinking of this, Feng Ji walked towards the village.

As soon as we entered the village, there were vicious dogs barking at the end of the village.

Feng Ji just glanced at it lightly, and the vicious dog immediately whined, shut up, and squatted in the fence.

Feng Ji was about to enter the village when he suddenly heard a village guard shouting: "Who is that!"

But I saw an old man holding a lantern and shouting towards Feng Ji.

He did not come over, but held the gong cautiously, as if he would immediately ring the gong if he found something wrong.

Feng Ji shouted: "Old man, I'm passing by here and want to find a place to rest."

The old man was slightly startled, looked at Feng Ji, and said, "Why is Taoist Master traveling on such a starry night?"

Feng Ji shook his head: "I just don't want to sleep in the mountains, so I have no choice but to travel under the stars and at night."

The old man thought for a while and saw that Feng Ji was alone but without any weapon, so he said: "Well, it's not convenient for outsiders to enter the village. There is a temple of Tu Gonggong at the head of the village. If you want to stay overnight, go there."

Feng Ji glanced at the old man and already understood what era this was.

"It's the Qing Dynasty."

He sighed. He founded the Ming Dynasty back then, but he didn't know how long the Ming Dynasty lasted, and how many years his descendants would extend the Ming Dynasty.

Feng Ji asked: "Old man, what year is it now?"

"The 13th year of Qianlong's reign."

Feng Ji nodded slightly, he had already seen the money rat tail on the back of the other person's head.

Unexpectedly, history has reached this point.

"Does the old man know about the Ming Dynasty..."

When the word "Da Ming" was mentioned, the old man's expression suddenly changed, and he said quickly: "Shhh, Taoist Master, please don't talk nonsense. If you mention these two words, you will be beheaded!"

Feng Ji was stunned and frowned slightly: "Why?"

"That was the previous dynasty, and now we are the Qing Dynasty. If you mention this, aren't you seeking death?"

After that, the old man didn't want to talk to Feng Ji anymore and left in a hurry.

Feng Ji suddenly remembered that during the Qianlong period, there seemed to be a large-scale literary inquisition, and the control of speech was very strict.

Feng Ji couldn't help but shook his head. He didn't care how the Ming Dynasty fell. What he cared about was whether there were still familiar people in this world after hundreds of years.

He turned around and sat down at the nearby Earth Temple, feeling worried.

"When I left this place, I had just broken through the innate world. In the whole world, only Zhenren Zhang's realm was comparable to mine."

"At that time, I had never learned Taoism, I had not left any secrets of immortality, and I don't know if they... are still alive."

Thinking of this, he actually had a bad premonition in his heart.

There are no magical secrets in this world, and there is no secret method of immortality like the Xiaoyao Sect.

Zhiruo and Dai Qisi may not be able to wait for themselves.

The sky was getting slightly brighter, and Feng Ji stood up, ready to continue searching based on the blood aura he sensed.

Soon he found out that this place was Jingzhou, and Jingzhou City was not far away. He came all the way to the city. .

Following the induction, Feng Ji quickly arrived at a wealthy mansion.

Looking up at the mansion in front of me, the word "Wanfu" is written on the sect, which is very impressive.

Feng Ji was a little surprised that the place where his descendants lived was not the Feng Mansion, so he immediately stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong..."

The door opened, and they saw two muscular men, wearing shorts and looking arrogant. After opening the door, the two looked at Feng Ji.

"This Taoist priest, who are you looking for?"

One of them saw that Feng Ji was tall and couldn't sense his blood, but he didn't dare to underestimate him. He thought he was some kind of figure in the world, so he asked politely.

Feng Ji smiled and said: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, I am passing by your residence on this poor road. It tastes so delicious that I can't bear it. Can you lend me a bowl of water?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Feng Ji with a strange expression.

"A beggar?"

"Exactly."

"Hahaha, where did the monk come from? You didn't even look at where he was. You just went around and thought he was some kind of person."

Bang!
He closed the door.

Feng Ji suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly, and after just a preliminary test, he could tell that this family was not a kind person.

Feng Ji smiled, his body swayed, turned into an afterimage, and jumped into the door wall.

He walked around the house and soon sensed the aura and came to the courtyard.

But I saw a group of people practicing martial arts.

Feng Ji looked over one by one and soon saw one of the young men. He was about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was quite good-looking and had a faint aura of blood on his body.

"Is it him?"

He did not show up immediately, but watched the group of people practice swordsmanship.

But they saw that the person who taught them how to practice swordsmanship was a middle-aged man with some white hair on his temples. He had a kind face and said: "The lonely smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river!"

The disciples below actually evolved sword moves according to the poem, and they were very powerful.

The man taught a few more lines, but the verses were not complete and seemed to be pieced together.

Feng Ji watched this man teach his disciples and couldn't help but be surprised. Why did this scene of reciting Tang poetry and teaching swordsmanship feel familiar?

The people below quickly finished practicing their sword skills, and one of them, an older man, said: "Master, tomorrow is your birthday party. I have asked people to hang up lanterns tonight."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and said, "Well, thank you for your hard work, Bu Yuan. I asked you to deliver a letter to that old guy. Did you deliver it?"

But I saw an apprentice in his early twenties saying: "Master, it's here. You asked me to say, 'You have mastered Liancheng Sword Technique'. He was also brought here. His expression changed at that time."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly: "That's good, hey, after hearing this news, it's impossible for my good junior brother not to come, so be prepared for tomorrow."

"Yes, Master."

All the disciples responded in unison.

Feng Ji, who was standing on the house, looked at this scene with a strange look in his eyes.

"Liancheng Jue...? Has this world actually developed to this stage?"

Thinking of the "Wanfu" plaque at the door, Feng Ji had already guessed that the middle-aged man should be "Wuyunshou" Wan Zhenshan!
This world is a continuation of the Yitian World, and is considered one of the metal martial arts universes. Although Feng Ji was surprised that the plot of "Liancheng Jue" could appear, he could accept it.

But when he looked at the descendant who had a trace of his own blood, he no longer had any favorable impression.

Because this descendant is Wan Zhenshan’s disciple!

He is very clear about the plot of "Liancheng Jue". There are few good people in this world.

Wan Zhenshan's apprentices are each more greedy and vicious than the last.

Feng Ji shook his head, but did not leave immediately. He wanted to find out if this descendant knew where his ancestral home was.

After spending one night in the Wan family, the entire Wan family was busy with Wan Zhenshan's birthday banquet.

Feng Ji also found out the name of the descendant.

This boy’s name is Feng Tan!

Feng Ji sighed, it was really disappointing for him to have such a scum among his descendants.

Early the next morning, Feng Ji watched the young man named Feng Tan leave Wanfu.

He immediately followed him and saw Feng Tan leaving Wan Mansion and heading straight to a nearby brothel.

Feng Ji couldn't help being speechless when he saw this scene.

I went to a brothel early in the morning and this young man was very angry.

In just a cup of tea, this guy came out of the brothel.

Feng Ji was shocked again. From entering to selecting people, plus changing clothes, there wasn't much time left for this guy.

Looking at Feng Tan, who is only in his early twenties, but he is so fast, it can be seen that this person must have poor hand skills.

"Young Master Feng, where are you going?"

Someone recognized Feng Tan and came up to say hello.

Feng Tan looked arrogant and said: "Today is my master's birthday. If you have time, go to Wanfu for a drink."

"Oh, I was just about to go to wish Mr. Wan a happy birthday."

"Ah."

Feng Tan nodded slightly, turned and left.

The man who greeted him looked at his back and couldn't help but let out a 'poo' sound and muttered: "What the hell."

Feng Ji could tell that Feng Tan and his friends did not have a good reputation among the local people.

When Feng Tan returned to Wan Mansion, the Wan family had already started setting up a banquet, and people from Jingzhou City came to congratulate him one after another.

Welcoming at the door were Lu Kun, Wan Zhenshan's eldest disciple, and Wan Gui, his third disciple.

Among them, Wan Gui is Wan Zhenshan's biological son, so he naturally has to greet the guests on behalf of his father.

"Executive member Liu, welcome, please come in."

"I wish Wan Daxia that he will be as blessed as the East China Sea and live as long as the Southern Mountains." "Oh, thank you very much. Please come quickly."

……

At this time, an old man and two young people came outside Wanjia's door. Like Feng Ji, they were looking at Wanjia's door.

The two boys and girls behind the old man looked around as if they were entering the city for the first time, looking around with expressions of curiosity and uneasiness.

Feng Ji looked at the young man's honest appearance. Although he was strong and stocky, he obviously had the honesty of a farmer's boy.

On the other hand, the girl next to him, although still cramped, is naturally beautiful, with fair skin and beautiful appearance.

The old man in front of them looked calm, as if he was used to the charm of big cities.

He stood outside the Wanjia Gate and said, "Excuse me, please tell me..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Bu Yuan coming out of the door. He was immediately overjoyed and shouted, "Nephew Bu Xian, I'm here."

When Bu Yuan saw the three of them, he said quickly: "Uncle Qi is here. Hello, Junior Brother Di. Hello, Junior Sister. Master just mentioned Uncle Junior. In the past few days, he has been saying, 'Why is Junior Brother Qi not here yet?' Please come quickly." Enter."

When the three of them entered the door, they heard the sound of a suona inside the door, which surprised Di Yun and Qi Fang who were beside Qi Changfa. Apparently they had never seen such a grand scene.

Feng Ji also came over at this time, and the person at the door immediately stopped him and said, "Does the guest have a wedding invitation?"

Feng Ji shook his head and said: "My Excellency, Feng Ji, comes from Nanjing. Is there a young knight named Feng in my house?"

At this time, Na Wan Gui looked over and asked curiously: "Do you have anything to do with Junior Brother Feng?"

Feng Ji smiled: "I am from the Feng family in Nanjing. I came here specifically to compile the Feng family tree. I heard that Feng Shaoxia also has the surname Feng, so I came here to find out which branch he is from."

Wan Gui was stunned for a moment, someone who compiled a genealogy?

He immediately looked Feng Ji up and down and saw that although Feng Ji was tall, he seemed to have no trace of practicing martial arts.

At the moment, I couldn't help but feel a bit contemptuous in my heart, but then I thought again, even if the family that can build a genealogy is not small, it should not be underestimated.

He immediately smiled and said: "I see, today happens to be my father's birthday. If you don't mind coming in for a drink, I will ask Junior Brother Feng to find you later."

Feng Ji nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you."

He followed the crowd and entered the courtyard.

But seeing that there were already many banquets in the yard, Wan Gui casually placed him in a corner and asked someone to notify Feng Tan to come over.

Not long after, he saw Feng Tan striding over. He first looked up and down Feng Ji's clothes. When he saw that Feng Ji was wearing ordinary clothes, he felt a little disdainful.

But he didn't show it, he walked up and said with a smile: "This eldest brother, Feng Tan, may I ask how you call him?"

Feng Ji smiled and said: "My Excellency, Feng Ji, is from Nanjing, and I have come here specifically to compile a family tree. The only person with dignity in Jingzhou City is Feng Shaoxia, so I came here to bother you."

Feng Tan's expression changed slightly: "Are you from Nanjing?"

His eyes flickered and he said secretly: "Feng is a popular surname in the world. When the previous dynasty was destroyed, the Feng family was almost exterminated by the Qing court. I don't know how many people died. Now that the Qing court is stable, they no longer pursue the Feng family." A clan.”

"But this person actually came from Nanjing, which was the location where the Feng family later established its capital. Could this person be a remnant of the previous dynasty?"

He became wary and said: "I see, then you have found the wrong person. I have been an orphan since I was a child. I was adopted by my mentor until now, but I don't know if there are any other Feng people in Jingzhou."

He immediately distanced himself from the Feng family.

Nowadays, the imperial court has established a literary prison, and the control of speech is very strict. I must not get involved with the remnants of the previous dynasty.

Feng Ji carefully felt Feng Tan's emotions and found that although the other party was wary, he did not lie.

This man does seem to be an orphan.

With that said, it would be a bit difficult for him to find the Feng clan.

Feng Tan also lost interest in communicating with Feng Ji, and secretly thought that if this person wanted to find Feng, he might as well go to the Red Flower Club to find him.

There were quite a few rebels named Feng there.

He stood up and said, "I have to greet the guests. I'm sorry."

Feng Ji nodded, but at this moment, he heard the sounds of arguments and fighting coming from the door.

This immediately attracted everyone's attention, and Feng Ji looked over.

But he saw Di Yun grabbing a big man with both hands and shouting: "You must pay for my master's clothes!"

At the same time, the surrounding guests started talking in low voices.

"It turned out to be Lu Tong from Taihang Mountain. I don't know how he formed a relationship with Mr. Wan."

"This Lu Tong is a very powerful figure in the underworld in the five northern provinces. He is famous in the north and south of the Yellow River for his Liuhe Dao and Liuhe Fist."

"The good ones don't come, and the ones who come are bad! There's going to be a lot of fun today."

"Who is this young man? He is so honest?"

While everyone was talking, Lu Tong suddenly shook his arms and shouted: "You little bastard, get out of here!"

When he was shocked like this, his inner breath suddenly vibrated, knocking Di Yun flying out.

Di Yun fell to the ground, but he wasn't injured at all, except for his buttocks rising.

Qi Fang hurriedly helped Di Yun up and said, "Senior brother, are you okay?"

But Di Yun shouted anxiously: "Why are you so unreasonable? I won't fight with you. My master's new robe cost three taels of silver to sew. We sold big cows and rhubarb to sew three sets of clothes." , it’s the first time today that I have sex..."

Lu Tong cursed angrily: "You brat, what's wrong with you? Get out of here."

Di Yun stood up and shouted stubbornly: "Hurry up and pay for it!"

He is a farmer's disciple who cherishes money and material resources the most. He saw his master selling his beloved Taigunu Niu to sew three sets of new clothes. The first time he wore them, they were ruined. How could he not feel deep regret?
He didn't care about the feud between Lu Tong and Wan Zhenshan. The master's robe must be compensated anyway.

The onlookers all around murmured and shook their heads.

"This is the grudge between Wan Zhenshan and Lu Tong. Where did this silly boy come from?"

"I just heard that he is Wan Zhenshan's nephew."

"Oh? 'Tiezhuo Hengjiang' Qi Changfa's apprentice?"

"It's strange, how come Qi Changfa, a man so smart, taught his disciples to be so stupid?"

……

Feng Ji also looked at this scene, looking at Di Yun with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

This kid can be regarded as one of the most tragic characters in the entire "Liancheng Jue".

Coming to Wanfu was the beginning of his tragedy.

At this time, the two began to fight. Lu Tong was a famous thief. He had extremely sharp Liuhe Fist and also practiced Iron Arm Kung Fu.

Although Di Yun was young and strong, with thick skin and rough flesh, he was already at the end of his strength, and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen after being beaten.

Wan Zhenshan persuaded Di Yun to retreat several times, but Di Yun demanded that Lu Tong pay for his clothes.

Seeing this, Wan Zhenshan said to Qi Changfa: "Junior brother, I can't stop you as a disciple, so you should do it."

Qi Changfa snorted: "Let him suffer a little, and I will fight against this flower-picking thief later."

He didn't seem to have much love for this apprentice.

At this time, a beggar appeared at the door. He was holding a broken bowl and a bamboo stick, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "The old man is celebrating a happy event today, and I will give him a bowl of cold rice."

Everyone was concentrating on the field, and no one paid attention to him.

The beggar shouted: "Oh, I'm starving to death, I'm starving to death."

Suddenly the sole of his foot slipped, and he leaned over and fell down. The broken bowl and bamboo stick in his hand fell out at the same time.

What a coincidence.The broken bowl was thrown right at the "Zhitang point" on Lu Tong's back, and the end of the bamboo stick hit the "Ququan point" on the bend of Lu Tong's knee.

Nalu Tong's feet suddenly became weak, and his whole body was sore and numb.Seeing this, Di Yun quickly seized the opportunity and punched out with both fists. With two bangs, Lu Tong was immediately sent flying out and the table was overturned.

Suddenly, he was covered with wine and food and got up in a panic, and quickly ran away with his head in his arms.

All the guests burst into laughter and shouted: "Hold him, hold him!"

Di Yun also wanted to chase him out, but was stopped by Qi Changfa, who said calmly: "You were lucky enough to win, so why are you chasing after me?"

Di Yun was stunned and didn't understand why his master was unhappy.

Among the crowd, Feng Ji glanced at the old beggar, and he could tell at a glance that this man had inner energy and was a martial arts expert, not a down-and-out beggar.

He recalled the plot and immediately understood who this person was.

Yan Daping!

Then the banquet continued, and Wan Zhenshan held a grand banquet that night to entertain the guests who came to celebrate his birthday.He was a great gentleman in Jingzhou. In his longevity hall were the birthday banners sent by Ling Zhifu of Jingzhou Prefecture and Shangzhi County of Jiangling County. They were shining with golden light and looked very beautiful.

During the banquet, everyone talked about interesting things during the day. Everyone said that Di Yun was very lucky, and they couldn't help praising him as a young hero for having the courage to fight dozens of people who had been famous in the underworld for many years.

However, the guests' praise of Di Yun made the eight disciples under Wan Zhenshan feel gloomy on their faces.

This Lu Tong originally came for Wan Zhenshan, and the Wanmen disciples did not take action, but a dull-witted country disciple from the teacher's uncle forced his way forward and repelled the enemy.The eight disciples were all angry, but it was difficult to express their anger.

Several people glanced at Di Yun vaguely, but Wan Gui glanced at Qi Fang beside Di Yun from time to time, with a flash of lust in his eyes.

Feng Ji also saw this scene, but he ignored it. Instead, he turned around and inquired about the situation of the previous dynasty from some respectable people around him.

But I heard a man named Liu Changrong laugh and say: "Most people really don't know what happened during the Ming Dynasty. Even if they know, they don't dare to talk nonsense. These days, Honghua will rebel against the thieves, but they don't dare to talk nonsense. "

"But if you want to ask the Emperor Shenwu of the Ming Dynasty, it doesn't matter. I heard that even the emperors of the Qing Dynasty worshiped the Emperor Shenwu very much. He can be regarded as the emperor of the ages with first-class civil and martial arts."

Feng Ji smiled and asked: "I heard that the queen of Emperor Shenwu was also extremely beautiful in all nine states. I don't know what happened to her later."

"I have read about this in unofficial history. It is said that Emperor Shenwu shattered the void with his peerless martial arts. Those who witnessed Emperor Shenwu shattering the void that day were filled with the immortal energy of heaven and earth and became immortal."

Feng Ji was stunned for a moment and asked quickly: "Immortality?"

"Haha, immortality must be fake. Emperor Shenwu's shattering of the void is probably a fabrication by future generations. No matter how powerful the martial arts is, it is impossible to shatter the void."

"But it seems true that the people around Emperor Shenwu have good looks. It is also recorded in official history. It is said that when Emperor Shenwu's wife, Queen Zhou, was buried, her face was like a girl's, and she was as beautiful as any other in the world. It's no lie."

Boom!

Feng Ji's wine glass fell on the table. He took a deep breath and asked, "You said Queen Zhou was buried?"

"Of course. Is it possible to live forever without a burial? But it is indeed evil. According to Mingye history, Queen Zhou lived for more than 130 years and survived many generations of Ming emperors. I don't know whether it is true or not."

Feng Ji immediately asked: "Do you know where the tomb of Queen Zhou is?"

"Of course it's in Beijing." Liu Juren said.

Feng Ji asked: "Why was the capital moved to Nanjing later?"

"Then let's talk about the history of the Ming Dynasty's move to the south. After the death of Queen Zhou, the Zhou clan in Jiangxi revolted and fought all the way to the then Shuntian Mansion, forcing the then Ming Emperor to abdicate."

"Later, the Feng family gave birth to Emperor Mingwen. Emperor Mingwen rebuilt Nanming in the south, resisted the Zhou clan, and finally unified the world."

"It's a pity that the Qing army entered the pass later... Well, let's not talk about this, drink, drink."

Feng Ji drank a glass of wine, but couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"No matter what, I will not let go until I see you with my own eyes."

He looked to the north in the distance. He had to go to the capital.

(End of this chapter)