Chapter 868 Palace Arena
As the wooden door slowly closed, Liu Qing had already exited the Palace of the First Emperor.
Liang Yan looked at the leaving girl and felt filled with emotion.
“I didn’t expect that our Liu family would be able to produce a pseudo-spiritual root after a thousand years. It’s just that this spiritual root is too incomplete and it is impossible to build a foundation.”
Liang Yan sighed softly, It is impossible to say that he does not feel a little bit guilty about Liu Wanrou. But Liu Wanrou is only a mortal after all, and is destined to be unable to embark on the path of spiritual cultivation, so his guilt also contains a hint of helplessness.
After many years, she met a descendant of the Liu family here again. Although she was just a pseudo-spiritual root, it also made Liang Yan love her and help her.
Today, Liang Yan's cultivation has reached the Golden Core realm, which is as good as when he entered the capital at the beginning of that year.
He just used his great supernatural power to help Liu Qing clear his meridians and complete the process of introducing Qi into his body. With just one stick of incense, he allowed his junior to cross several realms and directly reach the seventh level of Qi Refining.
Although this method is too crude and is not conducive to future cultivation, the pseudo-spiritual roots in Liu Qing's body are too incomplete. If he cultivates normally, he may not be able to reach the seventh level of Qi refining in his life, so why not What about the future?
"I have sent you on the road of cultivation. As for how far you can go, it depends on your own luck." Liang Yan looked at the direction the girl was leaving and said to himself Said.
In fact, he didn't place much hope on his descendant. He gave her a chance today because he just hoped that she could be free and live her life according to her own wishes.
After all, not everyone can build a spiritual platform and embark on the road to immortality. Being able to learn some Taoism, stay disease-free for a hundred years, and have everlasting beauty is considered a happy life for an ordinary woman.
Liang Yan sighed with emotion for a while, then threw all these distracting thoughts out of his mind and began to meditate in the room with his eyes closed.
He had just used his great magical power to help Liu Qing draw Qi into his body, but his own losses were also huge. At this moment, he was sitting on the floor in the room, silently recovering his energy.
Two days passed in a flash.
Liang Yan stayed in Liu Wanrou's palace for the past two days, never leaving even half a step.
On the one hand, he is meditating here to recover, and on the other hand, he also wants to spend the last two days with his old friend.
At noon on the third day, Liang Yan finally stood up and took one last look at the statue in front of the desk. Without looking back, he turned around and opened the wooden door of the Emperor's Palace and walked out.
The sun fell on him, and there was a hint of desolation in the warm spring breeze.
Liang Yan's face was neither happy nor sad, without any expression. He raised his hand and pinched the magic formula, closed his eyes and sensed it for a while, and then determined the place he was looking for.
The next moment, his figure turned around, and his entire body turned into a streak of gray light, and disappeared in just an instant.
The Royal Palace of Yue Kingdom occupies an extremely large area, almost comparable to a large city.
At this moment, a high arena was set up in the square northwest of the palace, and the area around the arena was already crowded with people and seats were packed.
Today is the day when the princess of the Yue Kingdom chooses her husband-in-law. In this arena, the young talent with the best martial arts skills will be decided, who will be the future prince-in-law of the Yue Kingdom.
At this time, a young man wearing a Confucian robe and an elegant temperament was standing on the stage.
He held a folding fan and smiled brightly on the high platform. From time to time, he would slightly bow his hands to the people in the audience and say some polite words.
This person is none other than Shen Xiuwen, the eldest disciple of the current Imperial Master.
He had defeated more than a dozen martial arts talents in a row just now, and almost all of them were overwhelming victories. He was unparalleled in the arena held by the palace.
At this time, there was a lot of discussion under the ring, and a young man in linen clothes exclaimed: "This man is so lucky. He fought with more than a dozen masters in a row, and he didn't even blush or breath. That guy just now "Baichuan Quick Sword" Zuoqiu Mu actually appeared in his hands Haven’t gone through thirty moves?”
“Huh, what do you know!” A middle-aged man who looked like an elder shook his head and said, “This man is the chief disciple of the National Master. Martial arts are all his true inheritance!”
"What? Imperial Master? Isn't he a monk? Can a monk's disciples get married?" The young man in linen clothes seemed a little confused and asked several questions in a row.
"You are really a piece of wood. Don't monks have lay disciples? This Shen Xiuwen is the chief disciple who has been trained by the imperial master for many years. It is said that his martial arts attainments are extraordinary. Even several masters from the Yue Kingdom can do it. Barely able to survive a few moves."
"You can fight against a master at such a young age?" The young man in Mai was surprised: "What about today's challenge? I'm afraid no one can beat him in the arena competition, right?"
"That's not true!"
The middle-aged man sneered in his heart: "To put it bluntly, this is the arena competition. To serve as his foil, Shen Xiuwen, the Imperial Master proposed a martial arts competition to recruit a prince-in-law, in fact, he wanted his eldest apprentice to marry into the royal family.”
He only dared to think about these words in his heart, but he would never say them out loud.
At this time, in front of the arena, there was a young man wearing a yellow robe sitting on a dragon chair, and behind him, there was a short, fat monk with a fat head and big ears.
"Master, your apprentice is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also humble and polite. He is truly the best among men! If my Qing sister can marry him, it will not be considered an insult to the royal family." Wearing a yellow robe the young man said with a smile.
“Amitabha.”
The short and fat monk behind him chanted the Buddha’s name and said: “The love between a man and a woman is just a kind of spiritual practice in the world. The emperor does not need to pay too much attention to it. . Although Xiuwen is my lay disciple, he has deep roots in wisdom. If he is married to the princess, he will definitely take the princess with him to practice. "
The man in yellow robe looked solemn when he heard this, nodded and said: "What the master said is absolutely true! Even if we are ordinary people, even if we are as noble as the Ninth Five-Year Plan, we will still have to face life, old age, illness and death. Only by devoting ourselves to the Buddha and cultivating the Dharma can we gain Live forever.”
While the yellow-robed boy was chatting with the pudgy monk, the battle situation in the ring was already one-sided.
At this time, Shen Xiuwen lost five more masters in a row. So far, the entire square was silent, and no one dared to challenge on stage.
The young man in Confucian robes, still maintaining a polite smile, stood on the ring and cupped his hands to everyone: "I have given up to you all. If no one comes on stage to challenge again today, then Shen will be lucky enough to get away with it. A first.”
As soon as he said this, a voice in the crowd immediately shouted: "Young Master Shen is too humble. Among the young peers in the Yue Kingdom's martial arts world, who is your opponent? Today, this prince-in-law, I see you It’s a deal!”
"Yes, yes! Mr. Shen's character and martial arts are both top-notch. We are also convinced that you have won the position of Prince Consort!"
"Who dares to disapprove of Mr. Shen, that is Be the enemy of my Iron Horse Hall !”
Everyone in the crowd spoke highly of Shen Xiuwen. Obviously, there were many veterans who had been around for many years. Knowing that Shen Xiuwen had already won, they couldn’t help but flatter her. Come.
Shen Xiuwen has been praised by many stars at such a young age. At this moment, she couldn't help but smile and narrow her eyes. She stood on the stage in high spirits, and from time to time she would bow her hands to everyone to thank them.
At this moment, a crisp voice suddenly sounded from behind the crowd:
"I don't accept it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in a white robe jumped onto the high platform. Everyone was slightly stunned when they heard this, and looked towards the ring almost at the same time.
I saw that the man who came here had beautiful features and was obviously dressed like a handsome young man, but his steps were light, his figure was graceful, and his skin was so fair that even most women would be ashamed of themselves. "Where did this pretty boy come from? How come we have never heard of such a famous figure in the world?" someone in the audience asked in confusion.
After hearing this, the people next to me burst out laughing: "We are competing to choose a prince-in-law, not a pretty boy. It doesn't matter if you are handsome. Don't get beaten later." I have to cry!”
Everyone was laughing at the young man who had just appeared on the stage.
The young man seemed to be very thin-skinned. After listening to everyone's discussion, his face was already as red as a ripe apple.
He gritted his teeth, suddenly paused, and said angrily: "Should we fight or not? These idiots below are so annoying to me!"
" What a nonsense!”
At this time, the young man in yellow robe on the dragon chair in the audience had stood up and was glaring at the young man on the stage angrily.
As the emperor of the Yue Kingdom, how could he not see that the young man running onto the ring at this moment was his own sister, Liu Qing, who was disguised as a man!
“Get down here!” the man in yellow robe shouted angrily.
“No!” Liu Qing curled his lips towards the audience and said: “Since it is a competition to win the championship, anyone can go on stage to compete, why can’t I?”
“You!”< br>
The man in yellow robe seemed to be choked by her and was speechless for a long time.
"Haha, there is no need for the emperor to be angry. After all, the princess is still young and has an out-of-the-box temperament. Since she likes to play, let her go on stage and have fun. Sooner or later, we will all be a family." The pudgy monk said from behind him.
After hearing this, the man in yellow robe's anger subsided a little, and finally waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, I usually spoil her too much, so I will let this girl suffer a little today."< br>
"Your Majesty, don't worry. Xiuwen knows the importance of taking action. After all, she is the future wife. How could she be so harsh?" the short and fat monk chuckled.
"Yes." The man in yellow robe nodded, seeming to agree with his view.
On the stage at this time, Shen Xiuwen was also slightly surprised.
But he reacted immediately and couldn't help but said with a smile: "I didn't expect that Your Highness the Princess would still have such a taste. Don't worry, after we get married, my husband can always spar with you."
"Bah! Who wants to marry you?" Liu Qing said angrily: "I came on stage today just to beat you into a pig head so that I will never see your disgusting face again."
“Tsk, tsk, it turns out that the princess also likes to play hard-to-get tricks!” Shen Xiuwen said with an expression of “I understand you” and laughed: “How do you know that the more you resist, the more excited your husband will be, let’s The two are really a match made in heaven!”
“Bah!”
Liu Qing didn’t want to talk to him anymore, and his whole body moved and rushed towards Shen Xiuwen.
"Hey, since you are so proactive, I will play with you and let you have three moves first!"
Shen Xiuwen stood there and smiled slightly, putting her hands behind her back, looking calm and leisurely.
However, as soon as he spoke, Liu Qing rushed in front of him, and then a strong wind hit him, rolling up all his limbs.
"What?"
Shen Xiuwen's expression changed, and she no longer cared about her chic image. She hurriedly stamped her feet on the ground and jumped up into the air.
Liu Qing narrowed her eyes, and pinched the magic formula with both hands hidden in her sleeves. A strong wind followed Shen Xiuwen like a shadow, chasing behind Shen Xiuwen.
Her technique, called "Wind Locking Technique", is one of the three secret techniques recorded in the bamboo slips given to her by Liang Yan.
Liang Yan killed a lot of people in Hell, including some low-level monks. Naturally, he also took away their storage bags. There are at least hundreds of low-level spells like this in the Qi Refining Period. .
"Wind Locking Technique" is one of the easiest methods to perform quickly. Once it is successfully performed, it can summon strong winds to lock the opponent's limbs, making the opponent unable to cast spells, let alone attack with their own brute force.
Liu Qing's eyes were fixed on Shen Xiuwen, his hands were hidden in his sleeves and he kept making secrets. Invisible wind surged out, locking Shen Xiuwen not far away.
Everyone in the audience couldn't help but be surprised when they saw them standing motionless on the stage, thinking that the two were competing in internal strength.
"Is this pretty boy really a master? He can actually compete with Shen Xiuwen in terms of internal strength and still not fall behind?"
Shen Xiuwen will naturally not pay attention to their thoughts. He now knows his own suffering.
Because his limbs were locked by a strange strong wind, no matter how amazing his martial arts skills were, he could not display any strength at this moment.
“Could it be that this little girl has practiced evil magic?”
Shen Xiuwen was horrified, and sweat could be seen on her forehead.
While he tried his best to use his internal strength to resist the strong wind, he secretly observed the other party.
I saw that the corners of Liu Qing's mouth were white, and his eyes were a little panicked. It was obvious that the situation was no better than his own.
"It turns out that this little girl has only learned a little bit. I don't think she can hold on for long. As long as I use my skills to withstand this strong wind, I will be able to get out of trouble in a short time." Shen Xiuwen saw through this. , but my heart settled down, and I made up my mind to continue the stalemate with the other party.
However, the next moment, he felt a slight vibration under his feet, as if something was running towards him from the ground.
"What?!"
Shen Xiuwen was horrified and instinctively sensed a hint of crisis. He hurriedly used all his internal strength to maximize his potential, trying to break free from the force of the wind locked in his limbs.
At this moment, Liu Qing, who was not far away, suddenly swayed. It seemed that he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and his body took a step back involuntarily.
As she retreated, the power of the strong wind locked on Shen Xiuwen immediately weakened, allowing him to regain his freedom instantly.
Shen Xiuwen was overjoyed and did not dare to be careless at all. She hurriedly started her Qing Gong and jumped forward.
Bang!
A loud noise came, and Shen Xiuwen was in the air. Looking back, she couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
I saw a huge wooden thorn piercing out from the ground, thrusting upward into the air. If I had been half a minute slower just now, I might have been stabbed all the way through now!
(End of this chapter)