The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 257: The Second Huashan Sword Contest×, Martial Arts Conference√

The ancestral temple of Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain.

The old Taoist priest was wearing a grey Taoist robe, with white eyebrows and beard, and exuded a majestic aura. "The sword contest on Mount Hua, I didn't expect the imperial court would be interested in intervening in this matter."

"Tianshi, should my Tianshi Mansion get involved in this matter?" The Taoist priest next to him looked hesitant.

The old Taoist priest glanced at him calmly and said, "Go, why not? Do you think the court only sent invitations to us? If we don't go, there are plenty of people who will go. Don't forget why Wang Chongyang became famous."

"Not only must we go, but we must also show the power of our Tianshi Mansion. The world is different now. If the court makes any moves, we will know about it first and make preparations early."

"Disciple understands."

……

In the martial arts world, the news of the Huashan Sword Contest was spreading like wildfire.

In the tavern, wanderers, merchants, peddlers and hawkers gathered together.

A drunken customer holding a glass of wine asked, "Have you ever heard of the Huashan Sword Contest?"

Upon hearing this, the Jianghu man at the next table, who was carrying a sword on his back, said, "Who hasn't heard of the Huashan Sword Contest? Several decades ago, there were five masters who were famous for being the Five Wonders. The most powerful among them was the founder of the Quanzhen Sect, Master Chongyang."

"Master Chongyang has been dead for many years. Recently, the imperial court is going to hold the Huashan Sword Contest and has sent out many invitations."

"Yes, yes, that's true. I heard that the Beggars' Sect received an invitation. I wonder if we can meet Mr. Hong Qigong this time."

"It's not just the Beggars' Sect. The Iron Sword Sect in Pingyang and the Green Bamboo Society in Xuzhou have all received invitations. I heard that their leaders went into seclusion after receiving the invitations, intending to win a good place in the Huashan Sword Contest. Many sects have been invited to this conference, and I wonder if they will go."

"Hey, if they don't go, they dare not go. Do you know which government office of the court issued this invitation?" A young man at the table by the window shouted arrogantly.

Seeing everyone's eyes focused on him, he looked even more proud. He took out an invitation card with big red characters from his pocket and slapped it on the table. "This is the invitation card. Look at the words on it. Eagle Guard."

At this time, someone's eyes lit up, "Are you talking about the Eagle Guard?"

"Yes, it's the Eagle Guard, the Eagle Guard that specializes in dealing with corrupt officials. Do you think they dare not go with these two words?"

Someone came forward and started to get close to him, "May I know your name, sir?"

The young man raised his head and said, "My last name is Zhang, and my father is Zhang Erhe."

"Could it be that my father is Senior Zhang, who is known as the Lightning Thunder Hand?"

"Exactly!"

In the corner of the tavern, a figure looked at the invitation with red and gold letters, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter.

……

"Brother, I heard that the imperial court is going to hold a sword contest at Mount Huashan. Should we go and take a look?"

In a small farmyard in the countryside, several families live side by side. A strong man as strong as an iron tower is carrying a hoe, dressed like a farmer. Next to him, Zhu Cong with a short beard makes a suggestion.

Ke Zhenwu was sitting in the yard basking in the sun. He shook his head when he heard this. "No, do you want to go?"

Zhu Cong chuckled, "The Huashan Sword Contest is a grand event in the martial arts world, how can we, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, be absent? Even if we don't fight, it's good to go and watch."

At this time, Han Baoju, who was pulling the cows back not far away, heard this and threw down the reins and ran over, "Brother, let's go and see what new young people have emerged in this world."

Ke Zhen'e was stunned for a moment, but still did not agree.

Among the Seven Monsters, he was the oldest. The country had been at peace in recent years, and he felt bored traveling around the world, so he came to the village where Zhang Asheng and his family lived, registered his household registration there, and was allocated a few acres of land. He shared a working ox with several families, and lived a comfortable life.

He is old and doesn't want to get involved in the underworld anymore.

In the evening, several families sat at the table. Zhu Cong mentioned this matter. In addition to Han Baoju, Quan Jinfa also wanted to go and take a look. Although Nan Xiren did not say anything, Ke Zhenwu understood what he meant, so he agreed to it.

So, Han Xiaoying changed into wandering clothes, packed her bags, and took her son and the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan out of the village where they had lived for many years.

"Second brother, you better control your hands this time."

"Brother, don't worry, I have stopped doing this for many years, nothing will happen!"

……

Zhongnan Mountain, Chongyang Palace.

In the main hall, an invitation was placed in front of the Seven Quanzhen disciples.

Qiu Chuji said, "Who should we send to the Huashan Sword Contest this time? Let's discuss it."

Wang Chuyi flicked his whisk lightly and said with a wry smile, "Brother, we have been busy with teaching these years, and our martial arts skills have not improved but declined. In my opinion, we should not take action and let the disciples below take action."

It would be right not to do it. The Quanzhen Sect has already become a behemoth, and the Seven Quanzhen Sons are of the same blood. If they lose too miserably, the reputation of the Quanzhen Sect will probably plummet. By then, how can they be worthy of being the leader of this sect?

Suddenly, Hao Datong suggested, "Master uncle is very skilled in martial arts, why not let him go for a visit."

Several people were stunned for a moment, and then nodded, "It's feasible."

"I agree."

"Let Master Uncle go for a while."

Therefore, the Quanzhen Sect formulated a rule, allowing Yin Zhiping, Zhao Zhijing, and Li Zhichang to lead the team to go to Mount Huashan to compete with their uncle Zhou Botong.

……

At the same time, in the Tomb of the Living Dead in the back mountain of Zhongnan Mountain.

Inside the stone chamber, Mu Nianci and a beautiful girl with a cold face were standing in front of two portraits.

She lit the incense and then knelt on the mat, silently saying in her heart, "Master, in this Huashan Sword Contest, I will definitely restore the reputation of the ancestor."

"Long'er, your sister is getting married. From today on, we will practice the Jade Girl Pure Heart Sword Technique together as master and disciple."

……

"Brother Yao is very busy, how come you have time to play chess with me today?"

In the garden, Su Ming and Huang Yaoshi sat opposite each other. On the table was a chessboard with black and white clearly distinguished.

Huang Yaoshi has been assisting the government for many years, and his temperament is as deep as the sea. The prime minister is polite to all other officials and regulates the yin and yang centers. After so many years, he has washed away the atmosphere of the underworld. "Your Majesty is back, so why do you need me to handle all the affairs? I am just taking a break from my busy schedule."

"Take a break from your busy schedule. The word 'steal' is a good choice. In my opinion, 'throwing a stone to test the water' is more appropriate." As he spoke, Su Ming pressed the next word. Huang Yaoshi twisted the chess piece in his hand and looked at Su Ming for a moment. "We have known each other for many years. Let's not beat around the bush. What is your intention in convening the Huashan Sword Contest? The whole martial arts world is buzzing with rumors."

"Isn't this how it should be? Jianghu is an extension of the imperial court. If Jianghu becomes stagnant, it won't be long before the imperial court becomes rigid." Su Ming replied with a smile.

Huang Yaoshi looked even more puzzled, "Your martial arts have long been number one in the world. All of us old fellows combined are no match for you. Even if it's the Huashan Sword Contest, it won't mean much for you to be number one.

"Han Feizi said: Knights use force to break the law, and Confucians use literature to disrupt the law. This is the source of chaos in the country. Today, the spirit of knights no longer exists, but the water of the martial arts world has become deeper. On the road of martial arts, if you don't advance, you will retreat. This Huashan Sword Contest can bring fame and fortune to the martial arts world, and it is more beneficial than harmful to the court."

"To me, it's just a big show."

After saying that, he looked at Huang Yaoshi again and said, "It's your turn."

Huang Yaoshi pondered for a moment, then made a move, "You are right. The martial arts world should not be out of the control of the court, especially now that the situation in the world is right. The court should also establish its prestige by exerting pressure on all quarters. I have not thought of this step yet. You are really hard to figure out."

Su Ming immediately dropped another move, "Brother Yao is the prime minister, second only to the emperor, and above everyone else. Logically speaking, such a small matter shouldn't alarm you, right?"

"Local disturbances are just minor issues, and a few Jianghu people can't make any waves, but those sects are not ordinary people. These people have great backgrounds. A small move can affect the whole situation. I can only go there." After saying this, Huang Yaoshi also sighed. He had already left the Jianghu, but was implicated by the situation and had to ask about this matter.

"The poor are civil and the rich are martial, gangs, and tyrants are a match made in heaven. This is not just my idea, do you understand, Brother Yao?"

It turned out that it was His Majesty's order. Huang Yaoshi was startled and stopped asking questions.

"Brother Yao, as one of the Five Supremes, it would be a pity if he missed this event. Actually, I am leaving now."

"Oh? Sir, are you going to the North or the West?"

"Neither." Su Ming smiled mysteriously and pointed to the sky.

Huang Yaoshi rarely lost control of his emotions and stared at Su Ming in disbelief. "Could it be that what you told Brother Seven is true?"

"I don't know, maybe there is, maybe not. Brother Yao, are you really not going to take a look?"

Although Su Ming's words were ambiguous, Huang Yaoshi believed that the man in front of him was not lying. He was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Forget it. I have already retired from the martial arts world. I'll leave those false names to the young people."

……

a few days later.

Guo Jing hurried to the courtyard where Su Ming lived, "Teacher, are you really leaving?"

In the yard, Su Ming was flipping through a book. Hearing this, he said nothing but nodded quietly.

Guo Jing was also shocked and muttered to himself, "Breaking the void and ascending to heaven in broad daylight, this is not just a myth, can one really ascend to heaven after practicing martial arts to a high level?"

"Just wait and see."

Last year, the Khan passed away, and not long ago, his mother passed away. Most of the old friends he knew are no longer around, and now his teacher is also leaving, which makes him feel very sad.

The road to becoming an emperor is destined to be lonely, but Guo Jing's path is different from that of ordinary emperors. He has family, love, and friendship, and they even help him to some extent.

Therefore, he was not as harsh to his old ministers as Zhu Yuanzhang. Instead, he was more like Liu Xiu and Li Shimin in this respect, and treated his old ministers with many preferential treatments. Of course, if they broke the law, that was another matter.

In the next few days, after Guo Jing left the court, he would come to his yard from time to time to visit him. He often mentioned the past in his conversation and sounded a little sad.

……

August 15th is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the day for family reunion.

But all over Mount Hua, figures gathered here. They came from all over the country, and some even came from the distant Western Regions.

"Xiao Linzi, are you from the palace going to participate too?"

Behind Su Ming, a young man in a warrior robe said respectfully, "Your Majesty has said that for such a grand event, the court should also celebrate with the people."

Hearing this, he just smiled, his heart was filled with joy. If the Sunflower Manual had been published hundreds of years earlier, he didn't know how many people would have been defeated by it. He also didn't know what their expressions would be when they knew that the one who defeated them was a eunuch.

The scale of this Huashan Sword Contest far exceeded the first one. In fact, it can be called a martial arts conference. In the original novel, the martial arts conference was initiated by Guo Jing, and the purpose was not pure. In this conference, he also wanted to see the unique skills of various schools.

The Central Plains is a land of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. The martial arts sects have a long history, some of which are even longer than the dynasties. Each martial art has its own unique features. I wonder what kind of sparks will be created by gathering the martial arts wisdom of each family.

……

Luoyang Imperial City.

Guo Jing sat in the hall reviewing memorials, but he could not calm down. There was a letter from Guanzhong every day, but he wanted to fly over to take a look in person.

This matter concerns his teacher and he can't let it go.

At night, he slept next to Hua Zheng, tossing and turning.

"Guo Jing, you can't sleep?"

"Hua Zheng, have you heard about the teacher?"

Hua Zheng leaned tightly in his arms, "Well, Sister Rong'er told me that the teacher has done a great favor to you and me. If you really can't let him go, go and see him off."

"The affairs of the Jianghu are small, the affairs of the country are big, I can't leave."

Hua Zheng smiled and rolled her eyes at him. "You've been away for more than four years, but the country is still in good shape. With Ping'er here, you can rest assured. If you ask me, this palace is so boring. How long have we not been out for a walk?"

Hearing this, Guo Jing was moved, "Okay, let's go for a walk together."

At the same time, in another palace, a beautiful woman in her thirties, Huang Rong, was holding the girl's wrist and teaching her how to embroider. Unexpectedly, the girl's heart was always restless and her embroidery was a mess.

The girl has bright eyes, white teeth, skin as white as snow, and eyes that sparkle like stars. At first glance, her eyes are lively and she has a quirky feeling.

Guo Jianjia dropped her embroidery, took Huang Rong's arm and said coquettishly, "Mother, isn't there a legend about the Huashan Sword Contest in the martial arts world? Back then, my grandfather was one of the Five Great Masters. I want to go and see it. Please let me go and see it."

"No, you're a princess, you can't just run around."

Guo Jianjia's face was puffed up, and she looked indignant. "Mom, you ran away secretly that year, and Grandpa told me. I just wanted to take a look, why did you stop me? I will go to see father tomorrow, and he will definitely let me go."

Seeing her daughter's appearance, Huang Rong was stunned, as if she saw herself more than 20 years ago. She was like this back then. Time passed, and she became a mother, and it seemed that she had become the father she once was.

Hearing this, Huang Rong chuckled, "Your father dotes on you. This is no small matter. He won't let you mess around. Jianjia, stay well in the palace."

What she didn't expect was that the next day Guo Jing announced in the court that he would inspect Guanzhong, left the government affairs to the prince, and then took his family to Chang'an.

At the same time, famous heroes from all over the world went to Guanzhong, wanting to watch the Huashan Sword Contest. Masters from various sects who received invitations to participate in the Huashan Sword Contest also came out one after another. The country was still as red as the sunset, and the west wind was blowing, and all the heroes were laughing.

(End of this chapter)