Chapter 243: He is free
Chapter 243: He is free (Part 1)
"I don't want to play anymore. It's boring." King Lin never thought that practicing martial arts would become an extremely scary and boring thing for him.
He already had a stress reaction.
"Brother, can we play for a while longer?" Xu Qing seemed a little unsatisfied.
King Lin couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Beast!"
Xu Qing: "Brother, why are you scolding me? In this vast world, I am probably the only one who can help you break through to the Martial Saint level. Brother, you don't want to have no chance to break through to the Martial Saint level in this lifetime, right?"
Lin Tianwang: "I'm afraid that I won't be able to wait for that day, and I will be depressed to death by you."
He is telling the truth.
In his dream, Xu Qing replicated almost all of Lin Tianwang's martial arts experience.
When King Lin fought with Xu Qing, it was just like fighting with himself. No, it was even scarier than that. Because with the same moves, Xu Qing was more flexible and vicious than King Lin.
It is extremely difficult to defeat yourself, not to mention that Xu Qing can always predict King Lin's intentions when he makes a move.
That's why he never won once!
Not even once!
For any game, if you don’t get any feedback, you will feel depressed, disappointed, and even self-denial.
For example, Xu Qing had many handsome brothers around him in his previous life, but he couldn't find a girlfriend. During his long period of being single, it was difficult for him to reflect on the fact that this was essentially a social problem.
Instead, I first reflect on whether I am a little ugly, not rich enough, or have a bad personality...
So in the end, you have to realize the great freedom. It is better to play games and read novels than to fall in love!
This is simply "magic"!
For Xu Qing, completely replicating all of Lin Tianwang's martial arts experience has accumulated very beneficial materials for him to create the Heavenly Demon Art.
Especially since King Lin is at the peak of his physical condition and is a master of martial arts.
If it is a Martial Saint of a higher level.
Well, since Xu Qing entered someone’s dream, he was probably treated as a mental demon.
By offending Lin Tianwang, the "Cricket Martial Arts Master", Xu Qing is like offending cotton!
Lin Tianwang continued, "My dear brother, you have been out for a long time, why don't you go home and see your sister-in-law? It's ridiculous for you to always hang out with a rough guy like me!"
Now, with all the things in the world put together, nothing is more important than getting rid of the plague god in front of us.
Xu Qing's face turned black. Since he couldn't win here, he resorted to personal attacks.
If he could go back, why wouldn't he?
At least we can go back after A Wu breaks through.
Do you understand what true love is?
Well, in order to allow Ah Wu to successfully complete the Book of Destruction of Love, Xu Qing was indeed a bit cruel.
But life is cruel.
Xu Qing started talking about business. "We have been engaged in maritime trade in the past few years, which has offended the Dongyi people. Now that the news of my death has spread, the southeast will not be peaceful. Especially the Dongyi Martial Saint, he will definitely take action."
"Martial Saint?" Fireworks flashed in King Lin's eyes, and he was eager to try.
Xu Qing: "Brother, you must know your own limitations. Even if you are gifted, you will not stand a chance of winning against a martial saint."
"Just like you did in front of the Black Mountain Demon?"
Good man, only true brothers would stab you in the heart!
The experience of fighting with the Black Mountain Demon is Xu Qing's dark history, which he cannot bear to look back on.
There were no words to describe his despair at that time.
Even though they tried their best, in the end, even the four martial saints took action together, the result was nothing more than temporarily injuring the Black Mountain Demon, who was in a weak period after having just survived the Creator's thunder tribulation.
The best master in the world!
Ha ha!
No matter how reluctant Xu Qing was, he had to admit that the Black Mountain Old Demon was much better than the world's greatest Martial Saint.
If the old monster came to kill him, Xu Qing doubted that Lao Fang might not be able to withstand it.
Lao Fang is unfathomable, while Lao Yao is invincible.
Xu Qing said slowly: "In my opinion, the old demon has the will to clean up all the great practitioners in the world, and is fully capable of doing so. It's like a flower bed in a garden. If some branches pop up and look out of place, the old demon will turn into a pair of scissors and trim them."
The way of the sky is more than damage but not enough to make up for.
King Lin was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then said: "Brother, I am not tired anymore, continue!"
If he wanted to successfully break through to the level of Martial Saint within three years, he would definitely have to go through the most brutal training.
"I'm tired, bye!"
King Lin woke up from his dream and almost went crazy.
Who is this?
Then, feeling depressed and unable to vent, King Lin dived into the sea and began to practice boxing.
After Xu Qing's training, the boundless sea was a natural and good opponent. In this process, King Lin's fist intention, qi and blood became as "boundless" as the sea.
It is a slow and determined process.
Ultimately, he will need to use his generosity as vast as the ocean to help him overcome the most difficult hurdle in his current martial arts training and reach the coveted realm of Martial Saint.
Ah!
If you fall behind, you will be beaten.
King Lin doesn't want to be left too far behind by Xu Qing.
What's more, if my brother-in-law and his wife can master the profound arts, they might be able to surpass us.
Thinking of this, King Lin couldn't help but feel full of motivation.
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Fuso Island, an ordinary thatched cottage on the coast.
No one could have imagined that the world-famous Dongyi Martial Saint lived in a thatched cottage.
For five years, he had not stepped out of his thatched cottage.
You won’t get old even if you don’t eat or drink.
Outside the thatched cottage was a swordsman in his early thirties, the most proud disciple of the Dongyi Martial Saint - Tan Tai Jian. Now he has reached the realm of a half-step Martial Saint and is known as the best swordsman in the East China Sea.
Many people believe that in the next ten years, Tan Tai Jian will inherit the mantle of the Dongyi Martial Saint and become the second Martial Saint among the Dongyi people.
Only Tan Tai Jian himself knew how difficult it was to take this step.
"Jian, the emperor of Dayu is about to tour the south. If he succeeds in intimidating the wealthy and powerful in the southeast, then Dayu's reforms will continue to be implemented smoothly. If he succeeds in collecting commercial taxes in the southeast, our situation will become more difficult in the future." Even a martial saint cannot escape the shackles of his country.
Because no one will not care about his or her origin, unless he or she is abandoned at birth.
"Master, how do you think we should act?"
"I am going to assassinate the Emperor of Dayu." The tone of the Dongyi Martial Saint was as leisurely as the white clouds in the sky.
Yes, assassinating the emperor was just a piece of cake for him.
The emperor is blessed by the fortune of the dynasty, so it is difficult for Taoist masters to take action in front of the emperor, but the Martial Saint has no such concerns.
"But the Dayu Dynasty now has three Martial Saints." Tan Tai Jian was a little worried.
He hated that he could not make a breakthrough before Xiong Chan, otherwise, if he had joined forces with the Martial Saint of the Grassland, he might have already invited the Emperor of Dayu back to Dongyi as a guest.
"It's precisely because there are three of them." Dongyi Martial Saint said calmly.
He went on to say: "The Living Buddha of Tubo, the leader of Heshan Dao, and the Poison God of the Ten Thousand Poison Valley in the Western Regions will all take action."
Every name spoken by the Dongyi Martial Saint refers to a local overlord.
"This is the best opportunity."
The backbone of the Middle-earth lost more than half in the battle of Changbai Mountain. For a long time in the future, the Middle-earth will be in a period of transition.
If the emperor of the Dayu Dynasty could be successfully assassinated at this time, it would be absolutely good news for the forces surrounding Dayu.
In fact, even the Dongyi Martial Saint was not clear about the final outcome of the Battle of Changbai Mountain.
But given the temperament of the Black Mountain Old Demon, if there was nothing wrong, he would have shown up long ago.
Now Changbai Mountain has become a ruin.
Dongyi Wusheng was silent for a while, then continued: "Before that, you and I will go to Jiangning Prefecture of the Dayu Dynasty first."
"Master, do you want to do anything? I can go there for you."
"This is a serious matter. I will go there in person to make comparisons."
Tan Tai Jian couldn't help but be moved. What kind of important matter was worthy of his master's personal involvement?
Jiangning Prefecture?
Didn’t the legendary Wenquxing fall?
Dongyi Wusheng did not hide his favorite disciple and said calmly: "Wenquxing left a very rich legacy. His career in the south is almost in the hands of his wife. It would be a great thing for us to capture this woman."
Tan Tai Jian remained silent.
In any case, bullying orphans and widows does not seem to be something a swordsman should do.
But Master is different.
There is only the sword in his heart, no morality.
Tan Tai Jian is different. He is the descendant of Tan Tai Mieming, a disciple of the Master, and has the original Confucianism in his bones.
"Either let go or hold on." The Dongyi Martial Saint revealed the secret.
This is the root cause why Tan Tai Jian could never reach the level of Martial Saint.
He was too hesitant.
A swordsman's sword can be righteous, but it cannot be hesitant.
Being nagging is a big taboo.
Tan Tai Jian looked up and saw that his master had already walked into the sea, his figure gradually being swallowed by the water.
At this moment, the Dongyi Martial Saint was walking across the seabed of the East China Sea.
The deeper you go into the sea, the greater the water pressure becomes, as if every part of your body is being hit hard by a master at the same time.
He endured it entirely with his flesh.
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Without anyone knowing, the grassland martial saint Fu Xuan quietly set foot in the Central Plains. This was the first time since Grand Master Murong that a top-notch martial artist had set foot in the Central Plains.
And the place he went to was Nanzhili.
In an inn.
This is the industry of Jiangning Chamber of Commerce.
To be precise, it is Xu's property.
Nowadays in Nanzhili, Xu's inn is well-known for its good service and relatively affordable prices.
Along the way, Fu Xuan integrated into the prosperity of the Dayu Dynasty as an ordinary person, especially Nanzhili, whose prosperity was so eye-opening that even a martial saint like him could not believe it.
Well, Fu Xuan, although a martial saint, has always lived a very simple life.
After the tour, Fu Xuan came to a secluded house in Yingtian Prefecture.
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Su Lianqing had just returned to Nanzhili and was shocked when she suddenly saw a man who looked like a god or a demon in front of her.
Fu Xuan smiled: "Little girl, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person. Your last name is Su, right?"
Su Lianqing knew that the person in front of her was unfathomable, so she didn't dare to make any extra movements and just nodded slightly.
"It seems that I am lucky. I found the right person right away. I am from the northern grasslands."
"You are the Sirius King." Su Lianqing blurted out.
As soon as she finished speaking, her vision went dark and she lost control of her body.
Fu Xuan looked at Su Lianqing in surprise, because a familiar illusory face appeared on the other's face.
"You're not dead?"
A complex mixture of emotions such as shock, surprise, and confusion appeared on the face of this martial saint who had experienced a hundred years of ups and downs.
(End of this chapter)