Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Although I have not had much contact with you, sir, for a long time, I have noticed something. With your temperament, as long as you work diligently, it will be no problem for you to hold a high position in the future.

But if you continue to be obsessed with power, you will be in danger in the future!"

Chapter 477 Qu Ao: Although the enemy is not weak, it is not a cause for concern!

"Is it dangerous?" Murong Fu was a little confused.

Jiumozhi nodded, "To put it simply, you are obsessed with appearances!

My friend, you are too obsessed with the pleasure brought by power and ignore the essence behind it."

Murong Fu frowned slightly, "I wonder what the essence is that Master is talking about?"

“It’s about doing things!”

Jiumozhi clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Since Your Excellency trusts us and bestows us with power, we should be more diligent and conscientious, treading on thin ice and doing things honestly, so as to live up to Your Excellency's trust.

My friend, you can enjoy the feeling of power, but remember not to become obsessed with it and forget what power actually means.

Murong Fu was silent for a moment, then said, "I see. Master is pointing the finger at me. I'm a little carried away, aren't I?"

Jiumozhi chuckled faintly, "People always have some emotions. It's understandable that they drift, but if they drift to the point of not knowing their own last name, then that's the way to their death!"

His tone deepened. "The way you looked at the lord's warship just now wasn't right. What were you thinking?"

Murong Fu was shocked, "Did your Excellency see through it?"

He lowered his voice and said, "To be honest, Master, I was thinking at the time, a real man should be like this!"

Jiumozhi uttered an "oh," "Are you still thinking that I can replace you?"

"No no!"

Murong Fu was extremely panicked, "Master, please don't talk nonsense!"

Jiumozhi nodded and said, "There is no best. There are some thoughts that should not even arise."

He looked around and said in a deep voice, "When you have an idea in your mind, it will inevitably be revealed in your words and actions. Ordinary people may not notice it, but you must not forget who are the people who are following the army this time.

Not to mention those high-ranking Grand Masters, just the hundreds of martial arts masters, which one hasn't seen life and death before? Which one of them can you handle?"

Murong Fu smiled awkwardly, "Master, don't worry. I don't even dare to have any treasonous thoughts!"

Jiumozhi's expression relaxed a little.

"Your father and I are old friends, and we supported each other in the Prince of Wei's Palace. That's why I said a few more words because I don't want to see you go astray.

I am a martial arts fanatic and don't care about power, but it's different for me, my friend. I can see the desire in your eyes at a glance.

What lies before you now is a road that leads to heaven. If you take the right path, you will benefit future generations; if you take the wrong path, you will step into the abyss."

Murong Fu bowed solemnly, "Master, please teach me!"

Jiumozhi said: "It can't be called teaching. In fact, this path is very obvious. A new emperor appoints new ministers. You have just taken over the command and you must train a few trustworthy subordinates.

If you do your bidding honestly, it won't be a problem for you to become a high-ranking member of the Xuanyi Guards in the future.

If you are lucky enough to be promoted to the Grandmaster level in this lifetime, then there may be another Murong family among the Xuanyiwei families.

This is the true avenue of glory, far more reliable than any prince or nobleman!"

“Thank you for your guidance, Master. To be honest, I have long lost interest in regaining the title of King of Dayan.

However, my family knows my own business. I have no confidence in becoming a Grandmaster. The Xuanyiwei family said it was too difficult! "

Jiumozhi laughed heartily and said, "Just because you can't do it doesn't mean your descendants can't do it either. First, establish a foothold in the Xuanyiwei system and accumulate the foundation of several generations. After several generations, a martial arts genius will emerge."

Patting Murong Fu on the shoulder, Jiumozhi did not continue the topic. As an elder, he had said what he needed to say. As for whether Murong Fu listened to him or not, that was none of his business.

"Next stop, where to?"

Murong Fu looked at the list in his hand and took a deep breath, "Taiyuan, Li Clan!"

......

Taiyuan City has been very lively these days. Several restaurants on the city's bustling streets are all occupied by Hu warriors from the northern prairie.

Each of these warriors was of burly build, and they exuded a fierce and murderous aura without any concealment. Even though some people were dissatisfied with the Hu people occupying several restaurants, no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Although the underworld forces in Tangzhou are very strong, no one is willing to offend such a group of grassland warriors of unknown origin for inexplicable reasons before there are any conflicts of interest.

In the reception room at the top of a restaurant, the atmosphere was very tense. Masters from the grassland, Tuyuhun, Tiele, Turkic and other ethnic groups gathered together and were discussing something.

Tangzhou is a place with complex forces. At the top are several martial arts holy places with great masters in charge, followed by the four major clans, and under the clans, there are also major families.

In addition, various local wealthy families and underworld forces were like small princes, raising armies and ruling the four directions. In name, Tangzhou was the Tangzhou of the Great Zhou, but in reality, Tangzhou was already in a state of separation from the imperial court.

Unlike Songzhou, the governor of Songzhou, Zhao Kuangyin, held real power, and the forces in the underworld were suppressed by his governor's army.

In Tangzhou, the governor Yang Guang had long been defeated by the major clans and underworld forces. Although he was still the governor in name, he no longer had any armed forces under his command.

It is precisely for this reason that whether it is the grassland peoples in the north or the aristocratic families and martial arts families in the Central Plains, they all lack a clear sense of awe towards the imperial court.

Strength is respected, and this is most thoroughly demonstrated in Tangzhou.

At this moment, the group of grassland people sitting in the reception room were led by Qu Ao, who was known as the second strongest man on the grassland.

This man is the leader of the Tiele tribe in the northern grasslands and a veteran martial arts master. He was famous for escaping from the hands of the martial arts master Bi Xuan and was known as the second strongest man in the grasslands.

In the absence of Martial Master Bi Xuan, Qu Ao has a very high prestige in the grassland. These grassland warriors in the reception room this time came to respond to his call.

"Everyone, I, Qu Ao, will remember this friendship for you all to accompany me into the Central Plains this time!"

Qu Ao stood with his hands behind his back, his face as gloomy as water. He looked around with his eagle eyes and said in a deep voice, "I summoned you all here mainly to avenge my son!

If you are afraid and don't want to cause trouble, you can leave now. I won't make things difficult for you!"

His son is Ren Shaoming, who concealed his identity and lurked in the Central Plains. He founded the Iron Cavalry Society and roamed around Jiujiang and other places. He was a force that could not be underestimated in Tangzhou.

Originally, Qu Ao planned to secretly support the Iron Cavalry Society in their fight for territory and occupy the fertile land of the Central Plains when the time was right. However, who would have thought that his son was so lustful that he offended someone he was not good at dealing with. Not only did he die, but the Iron Cavalry Society that he had painstakingly founded over many years was also destroyed.

The pain of losing his son, coupled with the fact that many years of hard work had gone to waste, made Qu Ao unable to swallow this.

Therefore, he mobilized his own connections and summoned masters from all over the grassland to prepare to enter the Central Plains for revenge, while sending his disciples to the Central Plains in advance to collect information.

Only after feeling fully prepared did he set foot in the Central Plains.

Inside the hall, a middle-aged woman dressed in grassland attire waved her hand. "Since we're here, we naturally have no intention of retreating. Brother Qu Ao, just tell us who you want to kill!"

Qu Ao smiled with satisfaction at the woman's frankness and said, "Don't worry, sister. According to the investigation of my disciples, this man is called Jiang Feng. His strength is average, but his sworn brother is Yan Nantian, a famous hero in the martial arts world.

When my son died that day, Jiang Feng personally admitted the incident in front of everyone along the coast.

In addition, Jiang Feng’s wife seems to be involved with the holy land Yihua Palace and seems to be a defected disciple of Yihua Palace.

It is unlikely that Yihua Palace will intervene.

So, although the enemy is not weak, with several of our experts gathered together, there is no need to worry! "

Chapter 478 Ye Gucheng and Shi Feixuan

After hearing the evaluation that there was nothing to worry about, the powerful grassland warriors in the hall subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

They knew that the problem that could make Qu Ao gather so many people to solve it must not be a small problem. Of course, this matter was indeed not a small problem.

They had heard of the name of the hero Yan Nantian to some extent, and he was indeed a difficult character.

But fortunately, it was just Yan Nantian. With Qu Ao's skills and the cooperation of these people, they were confident that they could deal with him.

As long as I can deal with it, that's enough.

The people of the grassland admire the strong and are willing to make friends with the strong. It only takes a little risk and some hard work to gain Qu Ao's friendship, so this deal is still worth doing.

The middle-aged woman who had spoken earlier asked cautiously again, "So, the destruction of Ren Shaoming's cavalry was probably caused by Yan Nantian?"

Qu Ao paused for a moment, then said with certainty, "Of course it is. My disciples have been asking around for a while now, and the name they hear most is that of Jiang Feng's elder brother Yan Nantian. If it wasn't Yan Nantian who took action, who else could it be?"

It can’t be Yihua Palace, right?

If it were you, would you offend other forces in the martial arts world for a traitor?"

Everyone nodded in approval.

This is the differentiation of thinking.

The people of the grassland have never cared about face. He is just a traitor. If he dies, he dies. Who would stand up for a traitor?

But the martial arts holy places are different, they want face.

Even disciples who defected from the holy land could not be insulted by anyone at will.

They were people from the grassland and didn't have much influence in China. The information they could find was limited. Since Qu Ao said he had already found out everything, it was naturally difficult for others to refute him.

"There's news that Yan Nantian recently appeared in Jingling, which is Lin Shihong's territory.

Lin Shihong is my son's ally, and unless something unexpected happens, Yan Nantian will go after him."

Qu Ao's eyes flashed with a cold gleam, and he sneered, "Everyone, after we have eaten and drunk our fill, we will set off. With the speed of our masters, we can reach Jingling City tonight, cut off Yan Nantian's head, and make it into a wine vessel to celebrate!"

Everyone cheered, and soon the banquet began. The martial arts masters drank and chatted happily.

"I heard that a very powerful Taoist priest named Qingyunzi appeared in the Central Plains and wanted to challenge the Buddhist holy land Jingnian Zen Temple. Is this true?"

"It seems so, but it doesn't matter. People from the Central Plains always like to brag. No matter how powerful they are, can they compare to Wu Zun Bi Xuan?"

"That's true. Wu Zun is a living god. I only saw him from afar back then, and I was so scared that my whole body was weak.

"Speaking of which, Big Brother Qu Ao is truly remarkable. He was able to escape even when facing someone like Bi Xuan. If Qing Yunzi were to confront him, he probably wouldn't be a match for Big Brother!"

As everyone talked, they began to praise Qu Ao.

Qu Ao accepted this kind of flattery with peace of mind. He felt that it was what he deserved.

In the entire Tangzhou, apart from the two great masters Ning Daoqi and Fu Cailin, Qu Ao was the only one who fought with Bi Xuan and survived.

If this isn't worthy of praise, then who else deserves it?

Just when he was feeling somewhat proud, he suddenly heard a sneer in his ears.

"Is the light of a firefly worthy enough to compete with the bright moon?"

Qu Ao's face changed, and his eldest disciple, Chang Shumou, suddenly stood up, kicked the door open, and shouted, "Who is it? Stand out!"

The restaurant was quiet. The owner and his staff had already hidden far away, fearing that they would be caught in the disaster.

In a private room of the restaurant across the street, Ye Gucheng, holding an ivory chopstick in his hand, mocked Qu Ao and the others across from him, then nonchalantly tapped the wine glass on the table and chanted, "Have you not seen that the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns?"

"Have you not seen the white hair in the mirror in the hall, which was black in the morning and turned to white in the evening?"

Opposite him sat a fairy who seemed otherworldly, with exquisite beauty and an otherworldly temperament. She was wearing moon-white clothes that were simple and elegant.

The woman had been drinking tea silently, but after hearing these two lines of poetry, her indifferent and extraordinary eyes lit up with a strange brilliance, "Senior, this poem is really well written. It accelerates the process of life from black hair to white hair to the moment between morning and evening, which inexplicably makes me feel a little sad.

Feixuan admires the superb poetry of the predecessors!

I wonder if there is a complete chapter for this word?"

Ye Gucheng shook his head and said, "This poem was written by a good friend of mine. He has unparalleled cultivation and poetry, but he is not very interested in poetry.

But even so, the few lines of poetry he occasionally uttered during a chat would leave Ye in awe. "

"Oh?" The woman was startled, and seemed a little unconvinced. "Senior, you are joking. Your sword skills are the best I have ever seen in my life, and your words and deeds are also admirable.

In this world, is there anyone whose cultivation and poetry are more outstanding than those of the predecessors?

Feixuan doesn't believe it!"

Ye Gucheng shook his head slightly. "You naturally won't believe me if I just say that. When you have a chance to meet him in the future, you will know for sure."

He was silent for a moment, then said, "He is completely different from everyone else in this world!"

The two of them were chatting among themselves, and Chang Shumou, who kicked open the door and stared at them from the opposite side, had an unpleasant look on his face.

He was underestimated!

This pair of dogs came to me and talked about love, right?

Just as he was about to take action, Qu Ao stepped forward behind him, put his hands behind his back, and glanced at Ye Gucheng and Shi Feixuan with a deep gaze.

As for Shi Feixuan, he just glanced at her and didn't pay any attention.

This woman has a sharp sword intention, but she has not yet fully grown up. She is not even a grandmaster and is not worthy of his attention.

However, it was Ye Gucheng, who was dressed in white clothes as white as snow and was extremely handsome, who made his eyes look solemn.