The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 258: Immortal touches the head, and all flowers bloom and contend for the world
There has been only one road to Mount Huashan since ancient times. Among the Five Great Mountains, Mount Huashan is famous for its strangeness and danger. It is located at the intersection of the Yellow River triangle of Qin, Shanxi and Henan, and guards the gateway to and from the Central Plains from the northwest.

It was precisely because of the steepness of the mountain that it became the place where the Five Great Masters had their first sword fight. People with poor martial arts skills could not get up there at all, so a large number of people were naturally eliminated.

The steep mountain path was almost straight. Guo Jing and his group of dozens of people moved along the steep stone wall with steady steps, as if they were walking on flat ground.

Soon, they climbed up to the North Peak of Mount Hua. This place is surrounded by cliffs, with clouds above and the earth below. It stands alone and towering like a cloud platform, so it is also called Yuntai Peak. There is a wide platform at the top, which is also the place where the first Huashan Sword Contest was held.

"Another Quanzhen Sect member!"

Someone on the top of the mountain recognized the light skills that Guo Jing performed and thought they were members of the Quanzhen Sect, so they glanced at them and paid no more attention.

The top of the mountain is isolated on all sides, with a broad platform behind it and a pavilion leaning against the cliff, which is a great place to climb up and look far into the distance.

The pavilion was surrounded by people, but there were only three or two figures inside.

Guo Jing looked around, walked through the crowd and went straight to the pavilion. In the pavilion, Hong Qigong was drinking from a wine gourd. He saw someone coming over from the corner of his eye and thought he would be driven away by the government, but he didn't expect that person to walk straight towards him.

He glanced at him and unexpectedly saw an old acquaintance, "Guo boy, you are here too."

"Meet Senior Hong."

When facing Hong Qigong, Guo Jing naturally behaved as a junior.

Hong Qigong put down his wine gourd and turned away, "An old beggar doesn't deserve this kind of courtesy."

Then his eyes fell directly on Huang Rong, "Rong'er is here too. I haven't eaten your cooking for a long time. I miss it so much."

Huang Rong smiled, just like she did 20 years ago, "When we are done, Master, come with us down the mountain, Rong'er will do it for you."

"Hehe, then it's settled." Hong Qigong laughed heartily with satisfaction, "This is your daughter, right? She looks pretty much like you back then, and her spiritual energy is the same as before."

Guo Jianjia also climbed up the pole and saluted him obediently, "Greetings to the Grandmaster, I wish you a long life and good fortune."

Hong Qigong was so happy that he couldn't suppress his smile, and he kept saying, "Hey, what a good kid."

Guo Jing scanned the crowd but did not see his teacher. "Senior Hong, why don't you see my teacher?"

Hong Qigong didn't bother to pay attention to him and said casually, "You mean Su kid? He must have gone to the plank road."

At this time, Su Ming stood at the end of the plank road. There were cliffs on three sides and a mountain wall on one side. There was a flat open space of about a hundred meters. He walked to the top of the cliff. There was a cold wind blowing in the air, and his clothes fluttered. Looking around, the valley was quiet and peaceful. He had a feeling of riding the wind and being independent.

"This is the future Siguo Cliff, I wonder if it is Siguo or Yang Guo."

If the Southern Song Dynasty had not been destroyed, the Quanzhen Sect would not have fallen apart, there would have been no Yang Guo in the world, and even though Huang Rong's two daughters were extremely intelligent and beautiful, they would never meet that "big brother" again.

The landscape is picturesque, and there are many talented people in every generation. Su Ming is filled with emotion. His mind gradually becomes dazed, and he falls into a vague state. His thoughts rise as if they have left his body and are detached from the outside world.

Close your eyes naturally, the Yuanshi Qi seems to be moving but not moving, and seems to be still but not still. The body and mind are empty and regain the reciprocating cycle of the Yuanshi Qi and the essence of heaven and earth, and once again climb to the peak state of body and spirit transparency.

His body stood still, but he "saw" Hong Qigong and others on the North Peak. On the wide platform there were Taoists, monks, and knights. At the foot of the mountain, a figure in a white robe with disheveled hair walked up the stairs. It was none other than Ouyang Feng who had disappeared for many years.

In an instant, he saw more people, including merchants on the official road, farmers in the fields, vendors hawking their wares in the city, and children playing in the streets...

The natural weather of the world appeared before his eyes one by one, like a colorful painting.

In the darkness, Su Ming only felt that everything was silent and the surroundings were plunged into endless darkness. There were no mountains, rivers, grass, or trees, no living beings. Only the light of the soul was like a burning candle, emitting this faint light.

"Ah, Immortal!"

Suddenly, a voice came from nowhere, as if the creation of the world. Su Ming's spiritual light flickered suddenly, and his consciousness involuntarily returned to the real world. The sound of wind, birdsong, and the fresh breath of trees appeared in his perception again.

There had never been a moment like this where he felt so close to nature. He didn't need the energy of the Netherworld to return to its origin. He seemed to have merged with the world, and was surrounded by endless natural energy.

Suddenly, as if a blessing had come to his mind, the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head seemed to open up suddenly, and the vast essence of heaven and earth rushed in like a tornado sucking water. The Yongquan acupoints on both feet felt cool, and the feminine earth energy rose and flowed through his limbs and bones.

The two natural energies of heaven and earth, yin and yang, instantly merged with Su Ming's essence, energy and spirit. His mind was sublimated and tempered at this moment, and his true energy was produced in his body endlessly and lasted forever.

At the same time, in his sea of ​​consciousness, a fluorescent light flashed in the bird-seal patterns on the mottled Kunlun mirror, the purple energy rose, and the absorption of the origin also reached its limit, reflecting a message.

Mirror Owner: Su Ming

World: The Legend of the Condor Heroes
Identity: Guo Jing's teacher

World Origin: One Million
World collapse degree: 100%.

Number of times to capture space-time reflections: Once

Number of crossings: Once

Su Ming was completely oblivious to all this, his mind wandering between heaven and earth. He didn't know how much time had passed before he gradually heard sounds in his ears, and his eyes became clear and calm again.

"call……"

He exhaled a long breath, and the breath was long and deep, like a three-foot-long sword of air that stayed in the air for a few breaths before dissipating.

"My way is done."

Endless joy surged in Su Ming's heart. If he could hear the truth in the morning, he would be willing to die in the evening. The ancients were not deceiving him. The realization of the great truth was better than all the joys in the world. He turned around and looked towards the mountain path, but saw a woman holding a child and looking at him in a daze.

"A word helps, fate, it's wonderful!"

He moved his feet and his figure flew up into the air. In an instant, he turned into a shadow and appeared in front of the woman in the blink of an eye, as if floating in the air.

The woman was carrying a child on her back and was wearing coarse cloth. When she saw Su Ming coming, she bowed down and said, "Greetings, Immortal."

Su Ming smiled slightly, flicked his sleeves and gathered his inner energy to lift it up, "Madam, you are too kind. I am not an immortal, but just an ordinary person. I cannot accept such a great gift."

"What you said just now has given me a lot of enlightenment. I wonder if you have any requests? I will do my best to help you." Every word he spoke was gentle and soft, which made people feel good about him.

The woman's lips moved, and she tightened the swaddling clothes in her arms, "I don't want anything, I just ask the immortal to save my child."

"Ma'am, let me see your child."

The woman seemed to have incredible trust in Su Ming and handed the child to him without saying a word. Su Ming reached out to take the child, only to see that the baby in the cradle had a pale face, dull skin, and a wisp of illness lingering around his brow.

He touched his wrist and released a wisp of true qi. Su Ming's heart moved and his eyes showed surprise. This child's talent was the best he had ever seen in his life, no doubt about it. The reason why he got sick was not for any other reason, but because of the imbalance of the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit. His spirit was too powerful and absorbed too much nutrition from the body, causing malnutrition and allowing the disease to take advantage of the opportunity to enter.

People like this are often smart at an early age, but often suffer early injuries. If they have sufficient material supplies, they will far surpass ordinary people in terms of studying or martial arts. If they do not die young, they will achieve something in the future.

"Fate is truly indescribable." Su Ming admired in his heart and stretched out his hand to touch the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head. In a place that the woman could not see with her naked eyes, wisps of pure essence of heaven and earth penetrated into the baby's body.

With the Qi seeds he brought in as a guide, this child will not be immune to all diseases, but at least his physical fitness will be better than that of most children. At the same time, he used the method of mind-to-mind communication to leave a scripture in his spirit that can help him calm his mind and mind. This will not allow him to practice martial arts, but will help him to restrain distracting thoughts and calm his soul.

Soon, his face visibly regained its color, his skin became plump and tender. At this moment, he opened his eyes and saw Su Ming in front of him. There was great curiosity in his ignorant eyes, and then he grinned.

"Ma'am, the child is fine."

Su Ming sent the child back. The woman was so excited to see her child recover that she shed tears. "Thank you, Immortal, for saving my son. Thank you, Immortal."

Unable to bear the thought of such a talented person going to waste, he added, "Your son is a good student. He will surely become famous in the imperial examinations and bring honor to the family." Judging from the woman's clothes, she didn't look like she came from a wealthy family. Studying was always better than practicing martial arts.

If I had met him a dozen years earlier, maybe he would have accepted me as a disciple. But now that he is about to leave, it is no longer appropriate to do so. It is enough to end this good relationship.

"Thank you for your kindness, Immortal. I hope you can tell me your name. I will never forget it."

Su Ming nodded slightly, left a few words and floated away, "My surname is Su, madam, goodbye, it's windy on the mountain, please go home early." The voice echoed in the wind for a long time.

The woman holding the child stood on the mountain path for a while, then bowed three times to the air and turned around to go down the mountain.

……

At the same time, at the top of North Peak, the Huashan Sword Contest is about to begin.

There are more than 300 people on the platform at the top of the peak. In addition to the government officials and relatives and companions brought by the participants, all the participants are at least second-rate top masters.

While drinking, Hong Qigong looked at the new Taoist priests and complained, "Hey, the bigwigs of Quanzhen Sect are really getting worse with each generation." He was referring to Yin Zhiping and his group.

Suddenly, a long howl was heard from afar, making everyone present's ears buzz and feel dizzy.

Hong Qigong, who was drinking, was startled, his eyes widened, "Old Poisoner, he disappeared for more than ten years, I didn't expect him to come today!"

In the corner, Master Yideng, who was twirling Buddhist beads, opened his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha."

Before one wave of troubles subsided, another wave of troubles arose. At this moment, another figure appeared from the bottom of the mountain and shocked everyone. The man did not make any extra movements, but just used his toes to gain leverage from the mountain wall, and then soared dozens of feet into the air. He reached the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye. The man who just let out a long roar was still using his hands and feet to gain leverage from the rocks, and it took him dozens of breaths to get up. When Guo Jing saw the man, he recognized it as Su Ming at a glance.

"teacher!"

Hearing this, Su Ming just nodded at him and did not go over.

Ouyang Feng climbed to the top of the mountain. He was imposing and his eyes were so sharp that people dared not look him in the face. "Old beggar, monk, where are you? Come out!" His voice was violent, like thunder, shaking the mind.

"Senior, be quiet!" Without waiting for Hong Qigong and the others to come out, a voice dressed in an official robe suddenly came in front of Ouyang Feng. The speed was so fast that many people could not even see his movements clearly and were secretly shocked.

Ouyang Feng's hooked-nosed face showed a hint of fighting spirit, "Interesting, what martial arts do you use?"

The man had a stern face and said in a low voice, "Senior, the Huashan Sword Contest will officially begin at noon. If you want to fight, wait until then." As soon as he finished speaking, several figures emerged from the crowd and suddenly came in front of Ouyang Feng.

A trace of fear flashed in his eyes. If it was just one person, he would not be afraid, but with so many people like this, no wonder the imperial court had the confidence to hold the Huashan Sword Contest. He would test their bottom line later.

He gave up the idea he had just started and walked towards Hong Qigong and the others. Hong Qigong smiled when he saw him and said, "Old Poison Man, your temper hasn't changed at all after all these years."

Ouyang Feng glanced around and was stunned for a moment when he saw Su Ming. He clasped his fists and saluted him, then frowned slightly, "Where is Huang Lao Xie? Why didn't he come?"

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When Hong Qigong heard this, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had become the prime minister, so how could he possibly fight with us gang of gangsters?

The scene just now frightened many people who were ready to make moves. Even Ouyang Feng backed off. Those who want to cause trouble have to consider their own weight.

Soon, noon arrived. The Eagle Guards of the Great Zhou read out the rules of the Huashan Sword Contest. People would make friends through martial arts and exchange martial arts. The five people with the highest martial arts skills would be named the Five Wonders and be listed on the Heavenly List. The next five people would be listed on the Earthly List. The next ten people would be listed on the Human List. Those on the list could exchange martial arts together, but the three lists were not together.

After the announcement, the Huashan Sword Contest officially began.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, no one dared to use any tricks. The round-robin tactics and the old man's tactics would certainly not work. Those who came here were either martial arts masters or famous figures in the martial arts world, and they could not afford to lose face.

What's more, you may not be able to survive the old man.

In the first battle, the former Five Great Masters - Southern Emperor, Northern Beggar, Western Poison - did not take action, and no one dared to challenge them. The one who died was Zhao Zhijing, a Taoist priest from Quanzhen Sect.

He walked to the center of the platform, clasped his fists and saluted, "Everyone, I'm here to start a discussion. Which friend would like to fight with me?"

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged man with a long sword hanging from his waist stepped forward and said, "I heard that the Quanzhen Sect is famous for its swordsmanship. Situ Fang from the Fast Sword Sect would like to learn a thing or two from you. Please!"

"please!"

At the beginning of the duel, Situ Fang took the lead in attacking with his famous fast sword. In an instant, one sword turned into hundreds, and his body moved at will, circling around Zhao Zhijing swiftly, striking out with swords in succession, with sword shadows so dense that it was hard to keep up.

Zhao Zhijing was caught off guard and had no choice but to defend with all his might. He was one of the most skilled disciples in the three generations of Quanzhen Sect and had already mastered the Quanzhen swordsmanship. The sword skills in his hands were awe-inspiring and full of interest. The sword light slowly spread, and he defended tightly, blocking Situ Fang's continuous and sharp sword light firmly outside the sword circle, and then occasionally he would launch unexpected counterattacks with sword moves.

Everyone present was staring at the two men intently, trying to carefully study their sword techniques and trying to get a glimpse of the essence of their sword techniques.

Fifty moves, a hundred moves passed.

Both of them had sweat on their foreheads, obviously their strength was consumed. One was still attacking quickly, and the other was defending and counterattacking. The situation was no different from the beginning. Su Ming thought to himself that if he persisted, Zhao Zhijing might be able to turn defense into offense and win. The internal skills of Quanzhen Sect were several levels higher than those of ordinary martial arts sects, and had more stamina.

It’s a pity that the person present was Zhao Zhijing, not Yin Zhiping or Li Zhichang.

Situ Fang's breathing was steady, but there was a hint of sweat on his forehead, which clearly showed that he still had some strength left.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing became quite anxious, thinking to himself, everyone present is a famous figure in the martial arts world. If I fail to win, wouldn't it be a loss of face for Quanzhen Sect? How can I please my master and become the next head of Quanzhen Sect?
Then, his mind moved, the sword's momentum suddenly changed, and he launched a counterattack, engaging in a head-on attack. The sword shadows of both sides were fierce, and their steps were unsteady, which opened the eyes of the onlookers.

Situ Fang was famous for his swift sword skills and was a quick-fight and quick-decision player. In less than a few dozen breaths, the collision of swords made continuous crisp sounds. He did not dare to be careless and focused on quick attack.

However, Zhao Zhijing became more and more anxious as the fight went on, as if he felt that everyone around him was watching him, mocking him for being a top disciple of Quanzhen Sect and yet being unable to defeat an unknown person. In an instant, his face turned red, and he became anxious, and his swordsmanship became disordered.

The experienced martial arts masters shook their heads upon seeing this.

"What a pity." Hong Qigong took a sip of wine and sipped it a few times.

Guo Jianjia heard the voice and leaned forward, "Grandmaster, what are you regretting?"

"This bull nose is going to lose."

"Is it true?" Guo Jianjia looked at the two people who were fighting, but couldn't make out anything no matter how hard she looked.

As expected, after more than a dozen moves, Zhao Zhijing's sword skills became less and less effective, revealing a flaw. Situ Fang then seized the opportunity and attacked fiercely, knocking the sword out of his hand.

The moment the sword fell to the ground, Zhao Zhijing's mind was empty, with only one thought left: I lost!
Seeing that he looked unwell and fearing that he would make a fool of himself, the Quanzhen Taoist priest quickly stepped forward and pulled him down.

Guo Jianjia watched the entire battle, her face full of surprise, "Master, you are really amazing. You can see it at a glance."

"But they are so strong, I am no match for them." She thought she could still fight a few more times, but after seeing this one, she realized that she was no match at all.

Hong Qigong chuckled, "You think too much just like your mother. If you master one of the martial arts passed down by your grandfather, you will be able to compete in martial arts in less than ten years. They are all old now. From now on, this world will be yours."

Guo Jianjia's eyebrows curved, "Mom, did you hear what the master said? In less than ten years I will be able to come to the competition."

Hua Zheng and Huang Rong looked at each other and couldn't help but chuckle. Ten years later, she was married and had no time to participate in a martial arts competition.

The defeat of Quanzhen Sect was beyond everyone's expectations, and the reputation of Kuaijian Sect spread like wildfire. For a time, the competition on the field was in full swing. Sects such as Wuhu Sect and Qingzhu Gang appeared one after another, either to fight against Quanzhen Sect or to challenge the Beggars' Sect, as if they wanted to replicate Situ Fang's path.

Who made the Quanzhen Sect and the Beggars' Sect so famous?
Su Ming stood outside the venue and watched quietly. His aura blended with the surrounding environment and did not attract anyone's attention.

Subsequent competitions were held one after another. After Zhao Zhijing lost, Elder Zhao of the Beggar Gang also lost. Since Hong Qigong, there has been a sense of disunity within the Beggar Gang. Coupled with the internal struggles, the new leader of the Beggar Gang is simply unable to control the situation.

Soon, the imperial court also sent someone down. It was a tall and thin young man who came out. "I am Xiahan representing the imperial court. Which brother is willing to fight with me?"

"I come!"

At this time, the Huashan Sword Contest had not yet reached its climax, but the atmosphere was already gradually becoming thicker. With the precedents of the Quanzhen Sect and the Beggars' Sect, who wouldn't want to become famous in one battle?
The man who was fighting against the tall and thin young man had previously defeated the elder of the Beggars' Sect. He was known as the Divine Fist King Kong, and had inherited the skills from the Shaolin Temple. He combined the boxing techniques of hundreds of schools to create his own style.

However, the next moment, a steel needle was found stuck in his throat, shocking everyone present. Some people even died before they could react.

After seeing his uncanny movements, the chivalrous men present no longer had the desire to challenge him and tried to avoid him.

Hong Qigong took a deep breath. Seeing the steel needle in the man's hand, he couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his chest. When he went to the Lin'an Palace, he was seriously injured by an old eunuch. The man in front of him was exactly the same as that old eunuch.

In the crowd, Mu Nianci couldn't bear it any longer and asked her junior sister to come out, "Long'er, go and fight."

As Xiaolongnu lifted the bamboo hat on her head, her cool and beautiful face suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes, shocking everyone, and some even called her a fairy.

In the Quanzhen Sect team, Yin Zhiping stared at the other party in a daze, somewhat absent-minded.

Su Ming glanced at him.
However, her looks don't play a big role on this platform. Others will not hold back just because of her beauty, and may even attack her more harshly.

Facing all kinds of strange looks, Xiao Longnu walked forward and said, "I want to ask for your advice from the Tomb Sect."

The next moment, someone couldn't wait to come out, "I'll do it!"

This is a master swordsman who had previously fought with people from the Quanzhen Sect and the fight ended in a draw.

He came to the field, but was not in a hurry to take action. "Miss, may I ask your name?"

"My surname is Long."

Seeing that the man was about to continue asking questions, Xiao Longnu interrupted him directly, "Do you still want to fight?" She had encountered such situations many times and had a plan to deal with them.

"Fight, of course!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took the initiative to attack. The sword shadows were sharp, Xiaolongnu's skirt fluttered, the Jade Girl Pure Heart Sword Technique was unfolded, the fragrance was in the air, and with the beauty in front of him, the man did not mean to show mercy at all, and every move was extremely ruthless.

Xiaolongnu practiced martial arts with her senior sister, and she had already learned both the Quanzhen sword technique and the Jade Girl Suxin sword technique. Both were superior sword techniques, and they amazed everyone once they were used.

She was like dancing with a sword, her white skirt fluttering, and the swords clashing with each other making crisp sounds. Soon, the tip of her sword had reached the opponent's throat, but the opponent just looked at her obsessively, as if tasting her.

"you lose."

With the end of Xiaolongnu, the atmosphere became tense again. Beautiful women always attract attention. Facing the endless challenges, Mu Nianci also took action bravely and defeated several people cleanly and neatly before stopping the momentum.

The Tomb School became famous because of this.

Three days later, the top 20 martial arts masters emerged, most of whom reached the first-rate level, and the next step was to compete for rankings.

(End of this chapter)