Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 75: Inviting Heroes from All Over the World with the Bandit Leader (Subscription Request)

In the end, Qiu Chuji only left Qin Hui's head with only half of his face left after it was bitten.

Holding Qin Hui's head, Qiu Chuji took a breath of true energy, first flew to the high roof, then spread his sleeves and rose into the wind.

The torn sleeve posed a considerable obstacle to his flying in the wind, so Qiu Chuji circled in the air for several times before landing halfway up a pagoda not far away. He stepped on the stone wall of the pagoda, walked straight up, and finally stood safely on the top of the pagoda.

This is very different from what Qiu Chuji had expected of flying up directly... He is still a human being after all. The battle last night consumed too much of his energy and true energy. If he had not been forcing himself to hold on, he would have found a place to meditate and sleep soundly.

Standing on the top of the tower, you can have a panoramic view of the streets, buildings, and markets below.

There were at least thousands or even tens of thousands of people surrounding him, looking forward to seeing Qiu Chuji suddenly take off, waiting for every word he would say next.

"Today, the Qin thief has been killed. I invite all the heroes in the world to gather at Mount Zhongnan at the beginning of summer, when all things are prosperous, to offer the head of the Qin thief to Marshal Yue. At that time, I will select the most outstanding heroes from among the heroes in the world, pass on their martial arts, and teach them the art of war left by Marshal Yue, so that they can support our Han country, save our descendants of China, correct our Yanhuang clothing, drive out the Tartars, and restore China!"

Qiu Chuji's words spread like wildfire over a thousand miles, and most of Lin'an City could hear them, including the emperor in the palace.

Hearing such outrageous words at this moment, although he was furious, frightened and uneasy, he did not dare to send out his imperial guards to capture the Taoist who was "misleading the people with his evil words".

He had been frightened by Qiu Chuji last night. Perhaps for a long time to come, even when he had sex, he would have to have a large number of imperial guards guarding the door and eunuchs with extraordinary martial arts skills standing at the head of the bed.

As for ordering the wing troops to block the enemy?
Although the local armies have no intention of rebellion, their disrespect for the imperial power has long been known to everyone.

No one can guarantee how effective the emperor's orders will be once they leave the palace.

After glancing at the densely packed heads below, Captain Qiu Chuji laughed a few times, left behind a heroic back, and then flew away again.

Outside the city, at Shilipu, Qiu Chuji took a pill of Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill with a pale face. He felt a dryness in his body that he had never experienced before, which made him dizzy and nauseous.

The fierce battle from last night to this morning almost damaged his foundation.

He found a secluded place, sat cross-legged and adjusted his breathing. After about an incense stick of time, the power of the elixir was completely digested, his strength was restored to about 30%, and his face was at least not as pale as before.

The Vajra Indestructible Divine Art's sudden success is not always a good thing.

The explosiveness of Xiantian Gong, the comprehensiveness and variability of Zhouliuxue Gong, and the thickness and sustainability of Daprajna Xuan Gong are all excellent qualities that Qiu Chuji needs to grasp.

Although they operate independently and do not interfere with each other under the control of the Qi source, there is still a certain gap in their unity.

These gaps are completely harmless under normal circumstances, but as long as Qiu Chuji is squeezed to the limit, this lack of true unity will become a shortcoming that holds him back.

Of course, considering the situation last night, no one in the world could do better than Monk Chuji.

At this time, Qiu Chuji was already thinking about how to integrate all the powerful characteristics of these magical skills into one and unify them.

Of course, this is far from simple.

Just like in real life, people who are strong and powerful have well-developed muscles, so they are slightly inferior to those with a well-proportioned body in terms of speed and flexibility.

The same is true for the cultivation of internal strength. It is difficult to have everything. If you try to take all of them into account, you will inevitably fall into mediocrity where nothing stands out.

In order to achieve unification, what Qiu Chuji needed was not a summary, but an elevated sublimation.

Simply put, problems that cannot be solved by practicing martial arts will not be a problem when it comes to cultivating immortals.

Closing his eyes again, Qiu Chuji began to feel the increasingly obvious throbbing coming from the depths of his soul.

The Yuxu Bell is about to ring again!

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It was Niujia Village again. Wang Chongyang and others who had safely evacuated from Lin'an City gathered in a tavern at the entrance of the village.

Qin Hui is dead, and the ambushers originally arranged in this village have naturally left long ago.

Also because of last night's ambush, the villagers of Niujia Village had been driven away long ago and have not returned yet.

Wang Chongyang, Huang Yaoshi, and Lin Chaoying sat at one table, leaving one seat empty. The other heroes from all over the country took their seats, drinking the remaining wine in the tavern, eating the game they had hunted, and talking enthusiastically. The afterglow of last night's fight was still on everyone's body and had not completely dissipated.

Although the main forces that attacked the Grand Tutor's Mansion and the Imperial Palace were Wang Chongyang and Qiu Chuji, these heroes of the martial arts world also contributed.

They did not intervene in the incident at the Imperial Palace, but in the incident at the Grand Tutor's Mansion, these people not only helped to hold back a large number of guards and yamen runners who came to support, but also set fire to many officials' residences in succession, making the military patrol officers in the city exhausted, and the fire-fighting equipment allocated to the Grand Tutor's Mansion was greatly reduced.

Bang!

The door of the tavern was pushed open, and Hong Qi, wearing a tattered linen shirt, walked in from the spring rain. The bamboo-like dog-beating stick in his hand had been washed by the spring rain and had a crisp and tender luster.

"I have heard the news. I am reporting on behalf of my disciple that the dog emperor has begun to mobilize troops to Lin'an. It is estimated that the number of troops stationed around Lin'an will be at least more than 50,000."

"Fifty thousand real soldiers? Judging from the behavior of those corrupt officials in the court, they should have at least 'two hundred thousand' soldiers. Can the city of Lin'an afford to support so many ruffians?" Huang Yaoshi said sarcastically.

"So the imperial court might issue an order to force the wealthy families in Jiangnan to donate money and grain. If they can't come up with the money and grain, they will be forced to give up their land." Hong Qi sneered.

He was originally the son of a wealthy family in a place in the south of the Yangtze River, and his family made a living by running a restaurant. However, after the Chinese people moved south and moved the capital to Lin'an, some wealthy families who did not have sufficient backing and background immediately became lambs to be slaughtered.

Why was the Beggars' Sect so powerful during the Song Dynasty?
Moreover, the Beggars' Sect, which did not have a good reputation in other dynasties, produced many heroes and brave men during the Song Dynasty?
This is related to the special historical background at that time.

After taking a look at the two heads that Wang Chongyang placed on the corner of the table, Hong Qi hesitated to speak.

An eighth-generation elder of the Beggars' Sect under his command reminded him to ask Wang Chongyang for the head of Qin Hui. With this head, he could integrate the Beggars' Sect and regain the right to rule the Clean Clothes Sect, but Hong Qi found it difficult to speak at this moment.

Although he contributed in the battle last night, it was nothing compared to the efforts made by master and apprentice Wang Chongyang and Qiu Chuji.

Asking for the head rashly would seem like reaping the benefits after the fact. Hong Qi was obviously unable to bring himself to do so, and it was difficult for him to get over the hurdle in his heart.

At this moment, there are actually quite a few people in the martial arts world who have similar ideas to Hong Qi.

Including the head in Qiu Chuji's hand, there are a total of three Qin Hui heads.

Of course Qin Hui could not grow three heads, but he is dead now. Who can tell which one is real and which one is fake?

In terms of reason and human nature, the one in Qiu Chuji's hand should be the most real one.

Even if the people in the martial arts world do not recognize it, the Song Dynasty court has to recognize it.

Otherwise, the person who played chess with the emperor until midnight and was frightened to death by Qiu Chuji turned out to be a fake?

Wouldn't it be that the little reputation left in the Song court was severely trampled upon again?
So, what if... even if it was just a matter of time that the real Qin Hui managed to escape this disaster by escaping, he would still live in fear and nightmares for the rest of his life, like standing in a fire at all times and unable to escape.

It's hard to say whether he would be easier alive than dead.

At this moment, no matter whether it is a wandering knight or a gangster with a strong foundation, as long as they get the head of Qin Hui, can't they make up the story according to their own wishes?

Without photos or videos as evidence, reputation in the underworld depends on word of mouth. Taking a head is like raising a flag in the underworld and making a bright sign. No matter where you go, you will be looked up to. There will even be people in the underworld who will bow down to you immediately after hearing your name.

Wang Chongyang is worldly-wise, how could he not understand the hearts of everyone present at the moment?

But he didn't intend to give up these two heads.

The disciple wanted to use Qin Hui's notoriety to pave a way to success, and his master would never hinder him or do anything bad.

The three heads were returned to Mount Zhongnan, and the reputation of killing thieves and eliminating traitors belonged only to the Quanzhen Sect, only to Qiu Chuji and Wang Chongyang.

Gradually, the people in the tavern began to have their own concerns, and their curses against the court became more and more loud and unrestrained.

It has to be said that Qiu Chuji's entry into the palace to kill the bandits last night had a similar effect to the Chen Sheng and Wu Guang uprising.

Something was broken and ambitions were unleashed.

"Everyone, now that we have finished our drink, it's time to go!" Huang Yaoshi's face turned cold. He saw the atmosphere in the tavern at the moment and spoke up as the villain.

Mr. Xu, the leader of the Osprey Society, immediately spoke up: "We, the Eagle Society, came here to fulfill the wishes of our hometown elders. We lost seven or eight heroes along the way. Master Wang... please be generous and lend us a head to take back to Jiangdong to comfort our elders."

"Ha! Everyone knows that the Jiangdong rats always borrow and never return."

"My Changqing Gang contributed a lot last night, so we deserve one head." Seeing someone directly asking for it, the heroes who were still hiding immediately became excited.

The topic gradually became heated.

This is what the world of martial arts is like, with passion, romance, fame, fortune and competition.

The people of Jianghu are not the knights in the Western chivalric tales, but they are also not the demons in the dark stories who only know how to be bloodthirsty and suck profits.

Faced with these disputes, Wang Chongyang was not unfamiliar with them, although he did not mind.

"Everyone! Why don't we wait until the beginning of summer in a month or so before discussing heroes?"

"When the time comes, whether it's a head or fame, martial arts or military tactics, as long as you gain the recognition of heroes all over the world, you can take it all!"

Wang Chongyang's voice was filled with powerful internal energy, which temporarily suppressed the noisy quarrel.

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Above the starry sky, Qiu Chuji quietly waited for this opportunity.

Killing Qin Hui can be considered a turning point for him, for the martial arts world, and even for the world.

He believed that the stars in the sky would definitely give feedback.

Sure enough, not long after, a figure slowly appeared not far ahead.

The visitor was not wearing a Taoist robe, but a long gown, leather armor, and a sword on his back. He had phoenix eyes, long and thin eyebrows, and a beautiful beard, and looked quite like an immortal.

"I am a poor Taoist, Qiu Chuji!"

Qiu Chuji, who came forward, was the first to clasp his fists and introduce himself.

"It turns out to be Master Qiu, my name is Liu Ji!" said the visitor.

It was him!

Qiu Chuji understood.

Liu Ji is Liu Bowen, the one who assisted Zhu Yuanzhang in conquering the world.

A top strategist comparable to Zhang Liang and Zhuge Liang.

Similarly, he is also a member of our Taoist sect and once worshipped Zhang Zhong, the Taoist priest with the iron crown, as his master.

According to the context of the gold-based martial arts world, Zhang Zhong, the Taoist priest with the iron crown, will be one of the five wandering people of the Ming Cult in the future.

Of course, it is hard to say which world Liu Bowen that Qiu Chuji saw at this moment came from.

"Where is this place?" Liu Bowen took the initiative to ask, very calmly.

His wisdom was even better than that of Emperor Wanshou, but it was even more grand and dignified. When he was in an unknown place, he did not beat around the bush, but directly expressed his confusion.

"This is the star path of the heavens, gathering like-minded people from all realms to share what they have!"

"Fellow Daoist, our meeting is a destiny. I have a volume of the Quanzhen Dao Song. Practicing it can help maintain health, strengthen the body, and protect life. I wonder if you are willing to share your strengths in exchange?" Qiu Chuji asked.

Liu Bowen asked: "Can this method lead to immortality?"

Qiu Chuji shook his head: "Of course not. Although this method can restore youth after reaching the highest level of practice, it cannot prolong life. At most, it can extend life to 110 or 120 years old, and it requires luck."

In fact, any orthodox Taoist internal skills can prolong life. Many Taoists who roam the world do not live long, only because they fought too frequently when they were young, which consumed and squeezed their physical potential.

The fact that Zhou Botong lived a long life and was able to regain youth was related to his character and the fact that he had relatively few real fights with others in his life.

"If I don't have a hundred thousand years to live, what's the point of being a human being in this world? Adding a few decades to my life will be of no use... Is there anything else you can teach me, senior?" Liu Bowen asked again.

"Then I wonder what you want?" Qiu Chuji asked back.

"Master, do you have any military books or methods of governing the country?" Liu Bowen asked.

Qiu Chuji then revealed Wu Mu's suicide note.

After hearing part of it, Liu Bowen showed joy.

"It is indeed worthy of being passed down by Marshal Yue. It is really brilliant. The method against the barbarian cavalry is absolutely superb."

"Senior...if I want this military manual, what should I give you in exchange?"

Qiu Chuji said: "It doesn't matter what it is, as long as you are good at it."

Liu Bowen thought about it carefully, and after a moment he said: "My strengths are like fireflies compared to the bright moon, but my knowledge and experience are not bad."

"I will describe to you what I have seen, gained and felt, the scenery of mountains and rivers, and the ever-changing Qi scenes!"

　Right now my physical strength and thinking ability are a little limited. Sometimes I can only write five or six thousand words a day. After it is put on the shelves, I will try to maintain more than six thousand words a day most of the time. If I am in good condition, I will update more. Thank you everyone!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)