Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

After resigning, he began to look for the mystery of his life experience. As a result, after a lot of efforts, he successfully earned himself a lot of reputation.

What a villain who killed his father and mother, what a dog thief who killed his master, what a scum of the world.

According to what you said before, he is good at getting achievements."

Song Xuan rolled his eyes at her. Although he knew the plot of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils, Yao Yue and Lian Xing didn't. He said, "Stop talking about this useless stuff. Keep going."

Song Qian coughed lightly, "After Qiao Feng maxed out his achievements as a treacherous villain, he finally aroused public outrage. The genius doctor Xue Muhua, known as the enemy of the devil, teamed up with the two heroes of the You family in Juxian Manor to send out invitations to heroes, preparing to gather at Juxian Manor to discuss how to eradicate Qiao Feng, this scoundrel of the Jianghu!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand with a smile and four hero invitations appeared in her hand.

"This Henan Prefecture is home to the Shaolin Temple, the largest sect in the Northern Song Dynasty. It's already home to many wuxia figures. I found a restaurant and told them about the Xuanmen Tianzong Shura Sword. Guess what, someone actually offered me a call to be a hero."

She said happily: "Brother, it seems that the name of our Xuanmen Tianzong has already gained a certain weight in the martial arts world."

"Oh?"

Song Xuan was a little surprised. When he was traveling in Mingzhou, he had made up a sect called Xuanmen Tianzong. Because it didn't appear much, it was not well-known. He didn't expect that it would be famous in the Northern Song Dynasty?

"Brother, do you still remember the old storyteller we met several times?"

Victoria Song smiled and said, "On my way back, I happened to see him again in a teahouse. He was talking about the masters of various sects in the martial arts world, and he mentioned our Xuanmen Tianzong among them.

If nothing unexpected happens, he is the one who spread the name of Xuanmen Tianzong."

Song Xuan tapped his forehead lightly with his fingers.

Coincidence?

Once is a coincidence, twice may be a coincidence, but three or four times is definitely not a coincidence.

The old man's strength has always been a mystery. He encountered them several times during storytelling. If it was a coincidence, Song Xuan would not believe a word of it.

But he couldn't tell what the other party's purpose was.

It's impossible that the other party has a storytelling system that requires you to meet a specific person at a specific time and then tell a specific story in order to complete the system task, right?

Chapter 371 Taoist Priest, beat him, don’t be afraid!

Outside Juxian Manor, many martial arts heroes have gathered, rubbing their hands and eager to try, looking very excited.

They couldn't help but be excited. There were few honest men among the gangsters. Who didn't want to become famous overnight?

This gathering at Juxianzhuang is a rare event in the martial arts world. Anyone who can receive the hero's invitation is a well-known figure in the martial arts world. If they can perform well in such an event, they will soon become famous in the martial arts world. Who in the martial arts world would not be tempted?

You're not even interested in being famous?

Then what the hell are you doing here? Go have some fun!

Song Xuan and Yao Yue were dressed in Taoist robes, holding whisks that they had gotten from somewhere. From a distance, they looked like immortals, and they really had the demeanor of Taoist masters.

Song Qian and Lian Xing were also dressed like martial artists. As soon as they approached Juxianzhuang, someone came to greet them.

The person who came was an old man with a amiable face, about fifty years old, and seemed to be the steward of Juxian Manor.

"Master, I wonder where you are from. Do you have any invitations for heroes?"

Song Xuan swung the whisk in his hand, made a Taoist seal, and said with a gentle smile: "Wulian Tianzun, I am Xuantian, from Xuanmen Tianzong."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qian magically showed four hero invitations in her hand and said with a smile, "Old sir, can we go in now?"

The old man glanced at the hero invitation and confirmed it was real. His expression immediately became enthusiastic. "So it's the Taoist priest from Xuanmen Tianzong. Please come in!"

He actually didn't know what sect Xuanmen Tianzong was, but it didn't matter. Since he had the hero's card in his hand, he must be a person of status in the martial arts world. As the steward of Juxian Manor, he naturally couldn't afford to offend such a martial arts hero.

The most important thing is that these people seem to be Taoists.

You have to know that in the martial arts world, Taoists and monks are extremely difficult to provoke. Not to mention that some of them have heroic invitations in their hands, even if they don't, he wouldn't dare to stop them from entering.

Juxian Manor is very large, and people from the martial arts world dressed as knights and wearing swords and knight-errantry can be seen everywhere in the manor.

The noise could be heard everywhere in the village, and many people gathered in groups of three or four, chatting in low voices.

As soon as Song Xuan and his companions came in, they attracted a lot of people's attention. After all, the configuration of a Taoist priest and three female heroes was still very eye-catching.

Even though Yao Yue and Song Qian were wearing conical hats, their slim and graceful figures still attracted a lot of attention.

Song Xuan and his companions came to travel around the world and experience life. Simply put, they came to join in the fun and watch the show, and had no intention of finding trouble. So after entering Juxian Manor, they followed the old man's guidance and sat down under a locust tree.

“There are quite a few experts!”

As soon as he sat down, Yao Yue said something in a low voice.

Song Xuan nodded.

The world of Great Zhou is a world of martial arts, formed by the integration of multiple martial arts worlds. The masters gathered in Juxianzhuang this time are not just characters in the Tianlong plot.

Song Xuan only took a quick glance and sensed the auras of no less than ten martial arts masters, among whom was an old acquaintance, Sima Wei, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect.

Of course, the most eye-catching ones are the people from Shaolin.

Henan Prefecture is the territory of Shaolin Temple, the holy land of martial arts. Although the meeting at Juxianzhuang was organized by the genius doctor Xue Muhua and the two heroes of the You family, Shaolin was definitely supported behind the scenes.

There were more than a hundred martial monks gathered in the village alone, including two old monks with sallow and serious faces. Even Song Xuan couldn't help but take a few more glances at them.

So bright!

A master is a master, even his bald head is brighter than that of an ordinary monk.

At this moment, several people came quickly from a distance. Leading them was a tall and thin man in his thirties, dressed in luxurious clothes. Before he arrived, he laughed heartily.

"My name is Eight-Armed Nezha Chu Yishui. May I know the name of this Taoist priest?"

Song Xuan was looking at the Shaolin monk's bald head. He glanced at the newcomer casually and said calmly, "Get lost!"

It's not that he is impolite, but the person who comes is really asking for his own life.

The other person called him "Master Taoist" but he didn't even look at Song Xuan. His eyes were always on Song Qian, as if he was trying to guess her appearance based on her figure.

If she had been stared at like this at other times, Victoria Song would have taken action long ago, but this time, she was unusually not angry. Instead, she raised her eyebrows at Yao Yue and Lian Xing.

The meaning is self-evident.

Hahahaha, I, the heroine Song Qian, am indeed the most beautiful person in the martial arts world!

Even if my appearance is covered, it can't stop my charm that has nowhere to go!

Yao Yue rolled her eyes. This funny guy, is he trying to show off?

Being targeted by an old man, do you think you are outstanding?

After showing off for a bit, seeing that Yao Yue and Lian Xing had no reaction, Victoria Song suddenly felt bored and waved her hands impatiently at the eight-armed Nezha.

"Didn't you hear my brother tell you to get out? Get out now!"

As soon as these words came out, Chu Yishui's face turned ashen, and he said in a cold voice: "Although I, Chu Yishui, am not a big name in the martial arts world, I am also a well-known figure in the outer frontier. I came here to say hello to you, and this is your attitude?"

Song Xuan withdrew his gaze from a distance and said indifferently: "Then what attitude do you want?"

"Apologize!"

Chu Yishui's attitude was very firm. He was a martial arts bully in the grasslands outside the Great Wall. He didn't expect to be scolded in public after coming to the Central Plains. It was really outrageous.

Do you really think that my nickname of Eight-Armed Nezha is just for free?!

"Young man, don't you understand that when you're out in the world, your mouth can cause trouble?"

Someone at the next table tried to mediate, "You seem quite young, so your youthful energy is understandable. But the people attending this gathering at Juxian Manor are all well-known masters in the martial arts world. Your willingness to offend others with just one word is unacceptable!"

"Yeah, there's no big grudge, so why make enemies? Apologize and make peace, isn't that beautiful?"

Several people at the neighboring table whispered and tried to act as peacemakers.

But there are many people in the martial arts world who like to watch the fun. Not far away, there are a few rough men who are afraid that the world will not be in chaos, so they all speak up to join in the fun.

"Master, fuck him, don't be a coward!"

"He dares to look at your sister today, and he dares to touch her tomorrow. How can we tolerate him?"

"That's right. For those of us in the martial arts world, life and death are indifferent. If we don't obey, we will fight! Apologize? What are you apologizing for?"

Listening to the chaotic noises around him, Song Xuan was speechless.

This time he clearly came to watch the fun, but ended up being the one being watched. It can only be said that having too many beautiful women around you does tend to cause trouble.

Fortunately, what Song Xuan is best at is solving problems!

Chapter 372: You are too low-class, I am too lazy to pretend!

In life, there is always a need to show off. Song Xuan has it, and so does the so-called eight-armed Nezha Chu Yishui.

Especially after hearing the voices around him, either trying to stop the fight or adding fuel to the fire, Chu Yishui's eagerness to show off became even more impatient.

Why did he rush to Juxianzhuang after receiving the hero's invitation from the grasslands outside the Great Wall? Wasn't it just to make a name for himself in the Central Plains martial arts world?

They said they were gathering together to discuss how to deal with Qiao Feng, but what did that have to do with Uncle Chu?

Who is Qiao Feng? No matter how outsiders call him a villain or a traitor, his cultivation as a top master is not a joke. Even if there is a group fight, it is not the turn of Chu Yishui, a small innate warrior, to take action.

He came here just to join in the fun and gain fame. He didn't dare to offend Qiao Feng, but he paid attention to these young people as soon as they entered the room.

After careful analysis, he came to the conclusion: You can afford to offend him!

Don’t ask why he can afford to offend them. Which powerful master would go out with three beautiful girls?

He observed for a moment, and after making sure that no elders were following them, he decisively treated Song Xuan and the others as stepping stones to increase his reputation.

So from the beginning, he had no intention of making friends when he greeted her. Both his words and his eyes were full of undisguised provocation.

Song Xuan pondered for a moment. He was also a human being and would occasionally want to show off and slap someone in the face, but the person in front of him was of too low a level and really did not arouse his interest.

So, he didn't bother to talk nonsense and raised his hand and waved it. Before Chu Yishui could even react to what was happening, he felt his eyes go dark and he was hanging on the wall with the word "Big" branded on him.

This scene happened too suddenly, and the people around didn't even know what was happening, but the warrior instinct drove them to retreat quickly, instantly clearing the area around Song Xuan.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know. The Taoist priest waved his hand and Chu Yishui climbed up the wall!"

"The Taoist priest is awesome!"

"No wonder they say Taoist priests, monks, women, and children are the hardest to mess with in the martial arts world. Today I see that it's true!"

"This Tartar Chu Yishui came from outside the Great Wall. He probably doesn't know the taboos of the Central Plains martial arts world. He has hit a wall!"

While everyone was talking, a group of monks came over like a tide, led by two old monks.

The two old monks did not say anything, but first came to the wall, looked at the eight-armed Nezha hanging on the wall, and then stretched out a finger to press the other's pulse.

After a moment, one of the old monks shook his head helplessly: "The meridians are broken, and the internal organs are shattered. I am not an expert in medicine, so I am powerless to help."

Another old monk said, "Brother can't cure him, but we still have Doctor Xue in the village. Why not ask him to give it a try?"

Just as he finished speaking, he heard the voice of Doctor Xue from the hall, "Although I am known as the enemy of the devil, this kind of person is already dead, and I can't heal him!"

"Amitabha!"

The two old monks clasped their hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, their faces showing sorrow, as if they were grieving for Chu Yishui's death.

One of the old monks turned around and stared at Song Xuan with burning eyes. "I am Xuan Ji, may I know which Taoist sect you are from?"

Song Xuan flicked his whisk and said calmly, "Xuanmen Tianzong, Taoist name Xuantian!"

Upon hearing this, the two old monks looked at each other with a hint of fear in their eyes. It was obvious that they had heard of the name of Xuanmen Tianzong.

"It turned out to be Taoist Xuantian!"

The old monk Xuanji clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name again, "Amitabha, the dispute between the Taoist priest and Mr. Chu was nothing more than a verbal dispute. To kill someone over a minor misunderstanding is a bit too cruel, isn't it?"

"A quarrel?"

Song Xuan sneered, "I can tell whether it's a misunderstanding or a deliberate attempt to pick a fight. If you want to step on me to gain a reputation, then you must be prepared to be stepped on to death."

The old monk Xuan Ji was silent for a moment, and whispered to several monks beside him, and soon understood the truth.

"Master, Mr. Chu may have bad intentions, but his crime doesn't deserve death, right? With your cultivation level, you must be a master-level expert. Why would you bother with a junior like him?

If the Taoist priest doesn't like him, he can just beat him up and drive him away. Why does he have to take his life?"

Song Xuan laughed and said, "Master, don't you understand? Once you enter the martial arts world, you will be adrift. Since he has sown the seeds, he must bear the consequences.

If he can bear it, he will live; if he can't, he will die!

This sentence also applies to Master. If you want to stand up for him and establish a karmic relationship with this poor Taoist, then you have to see if your Shaolin can bear the consequences of this poor Taoist's return! "