002 Back Young Lady, Do You Recognize Mr. Ximen?

In the imperial city of Kaifeng, in the underground crape myrtle dragon veins, an underground river surges like a giant dragon. Facing the bottom of the imperial city, is where the dragon raises its head. Purple star power is falling from the sky in a steady stream, dense like clouds.

In the dense purple air, one hundred and eight natal gold medals were suspended in the air, and demon souls loomed, trying their best to escape from the shackles of the natal gold medals, making bursts of dull and shocking roars.

Chen Xizhen, a lay disciple of Zhang Tianshi in Longhu Mountain, sat under the power of Ziwei Star, meditating and cultivating, using the energy of the Dragon Emperor and the power of Ziwei Star to hone his cultivation. This kind of place is a supreme cultivation cave for Qi practitioners. Back then, Master Zhang relied on the huge and pure spiritual energy here to break through the barrier of life and death in one fell swoop, perfect the golden elixir, and reach the realm of Lu Xingxian.

Just like the poem goes: Like sparrow eggs, they are as big as sparrow eggs, and they are like pearls in between. The dragon child was reborn and swallowed, and this body has become Lu Xingxian!

It is not easy to achieve the path of immortality. With Zhang Tianshi's qualifications and the power of the Dragon King's energy and purple stars, it will take decades of water and fire skills to achieve it. Nowadays, the national power of the Song Dynasty is weakening, the Dragon King's Qi and Ziwei Star Power are gradually declining, and the quality is not as good as before. Even if it takes a hundred years of effort, it may not be possible to achieve Lu Xingxian.

When Chen Xi reached a critical moment in his cultivation, he suddenly heard a roar of tigers and roars of dragons. One of the one hundred and eight natal gold medals above his head crackled and shattered into countless pieces. A white-breasted tiger demon soul jumped out of the gold medal, The roar was endless and the sound waves were like thunder. Chen Xizhen lost his realm in an instant and vomited blood.

When he looked up, he saw the tiger swaying its head and tail, jumping like the wind, and suddenly hit the sky, knocking out a big hole in the dragon's veins, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Chen Xizhen was stunned and didn't know why. The dragon's veins burst, the Dragon King's energy dispersed and fled, the purple energy rushed into the sky, and the sound of the waves surged. The purple energy exploded suddenly and split into four streams. One stream fell into Lin'an City, one stream flew to Haozhou, Anhui Province, one stream rushed to the Qiyan tribe in the Mongolian Plateau, and one stream fell into the Ash River in northern Xinjiang.

There is a Jurchen tribe by the Ash River. The son of the clan leader was only four years old. When he saw the dragon energy flying in the sky, he felt something in his heart and changed his name to Wanyan Aguda. Aguda means the sky.

Under the dragon vein, Chen Xizhen quickly sealed the entrance of the cave to prevent the dragon energy from leaking out. However, the dragon vein was broken, the spiritual energy was still slowly leaking out, and Ziwei's star power was gradually weakening. He was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

"The Song Dynasty is afraid that its time is running out. In another fifty years, it will have to move south to Lin'an to continue. However, how could the monster's gold medal suddenly break?"

Chen Xizhen was puzzled, but he didn't know that when the gold medal of his life broke, it was when the purple thunder fell on Wu Song's head.

The changes in Ziweixing's power and dragon veins have already alarmed the reclusive masters in China. They all raised their heads to look at Ziweixing and realized something. Ancestor Chen Tuan, who had been sleeping for a hundred years, also woke up from his dream and deduced the scene of the next eight hundred years. He was silent and suddenly said to the boy: "You go to guard the mountain gate and you meet a boy named Wang Zhongzi who asks for help. Let him go up the mountain to see you." I."

The boy accepted the order and went down the mountain. He was quite surprised: "What kind of person is Wang Zhongzi? He can actually alarm the master?"

In Qinghe County, Hebei Province, Wu Dalang and Erlang continued to live by buying cooking cakes. After about two or three years, Wu Erlang's living habits became normal, but the young man had already grown into a powerful man, very strong, with two arms. With hundreds of kilograms of strength, he often holds the big stone mill at home in his hand and dances like the wind, so that three or five big men dare not get close.

Especially when he was angry, the tiger tattoo on his back became more and more clear and ferocious, and his neighbors called him a "big insect".

But Wu Dalang has not grown at all in these years. He is five feet tall, wretched and short. Everyone calls him a three-inch Dinggu tree bark. The two brothers are tall and short, strong and weak, one has a dignified appearance and the other has a wretched appearance, which contrast each other perfectly.

However, the two brothers have completely opposite personalities. Wu Dalang is honest and cautious, and never causes trouble, while Wu Song is bold and bold, often looking for fights, and is known as: exercising in order not to have his hands chopped off in the future.

Wu Dalang was helpless and worried that he would suffer a loss, so he bought a pig with the money he saved to marry his wife and sent it to the home of the only martial artist named Liu in Qinghe County, so that Wu Song could learn some martial arts from him.

The martial arts in the Song Dynasty were different from the fancy fists and embroidered legs of later generations. These martial arts were handed down from the war-torn era of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. They were refined over thousands of times and focused on actual combat. They did not seek to look good. You can charge into battle with a gun when you mount a horse, and you can kill people with bare hands when you dismount.

Wu Song studied at Master Liu's house for two years. He was familiar with swords and sticks, and proficient in fists and feet, but his horsemanship skills were a bit weak.

It's not Wu Song's fault. When those war horses saw him, they were like seeing tigers and beasts. They were lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and couldn't ride at all.

It's strange to say that Wu Song is a time-traveled soul. In his previous life, he only knew how to read and never learned martial arts. However, he knows these fist and kick skills instantly and can use them after just one look. In particular, he created a set of tiger-shaped fists. His moves are wide open and closed, and he is as powerful as a tiger descending from a mountain. A hungry tiger is hungry for people. His movements and movements give him a ferocious and intimidating aura.

Soon Martial Master Liu had nothing to teach him, so Wu Song had no choice but to say goodbye and walk on the street, continuing to think about his future. After all, learning martial arts is not a long-term solution, and the matter of visiting immortals and seeking enlightenment is even more illusory. Judging from the past few years of experience, immortals have never jumped out, and he has never heard of even the legendary internal skills. Could it be said that those gods and their like are all magic sticks?

Wu Song was lost in thought when he suddenly came face to face with four broken-down households. He bowed his head and said, "Brother, if you don't go to practice martial arts, why are you wandering on the street instead?"

"The teacher said I can start my apprenticeship." Wu Song quickly helped them up and asked in surprise: "Why, who beat you up?"

These four poor people were the gangsters Wu Song met when he was "exercising". They called themselves Rangers and were very loyal. At this moment, the four of them were bruised, their clothes were torn, and there were even a few footprints on their faces. They looked very embarrassed. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and said: "It's unlucky. Today, I met another group of poor people in Yanggu County. Ten brothers actually called themselves heroes. The leader was called Ximen Qing, who was very good at fighting. My brothers and I fought with him, but he knocked us to the ground. We were just saying that we would go find our brother to get back the place for us. Coincidentally, we met our brother!"

"Ximen Qing?" Wu Song's eyes widened. My idol, the most famous pervert in history, finally showed up.

"Well, let's kill him at night. First, for Dalang's happiness, and second, to kill him and take the opportunity to fly away and seek immortality!"

There are only unfilial mortals in the world, but no unfilial gods. Although Wu Song's soul is not Wu Dalang's younger brother, the two have depended on each other for the past few years. In his heart, Wu Song has long regarded him as his own relative. In order to prevent his brother from dying in the hands of an adulterer in the future, the science student also had the intention to kill.

A few poor people laughed and said, "Don't rush to seek revenge. It's rare to see your brother. It's just right to go to drink together and tease the young lady of the Fan family!"

Wu Song laughed and said, "You beasts are too shameless, but I like it." A few poor people bought some fruits and hugged Wu Song to Chongming Bridge. Just as they were about to enter the restaurant, a flood suddenly fell from the sky and soaked Wu Song all over.

Wu Song and the others looked up and saw a window upstairs open. A pretty young lady was leaning against the window, looking at them in surprise with her hands covering her mouth. A strand of black hair hung down the window frame.

The five people didn't care about being angry, and they all clapped their hands and laughed, "Fragrant bath water!" Among them, Wu Song had the loudest voice, attracting passers-by to watch.

The young lady was at a loss, blushing and not knowing what to say. At this time, another little head popped out from the window, also with wet hair and a pretty face. Seeing Wu Song's strong appearance, he chuckled and said, "What a man! That warrior, come up quickly, I'll give you a change of clothes!"

Wu Song was surprised that this little girl was not shy at all. In fact, this kind of thing was not uncommon in the Northern Song Dynasty. Most of them were brothel girls. Some were abducted, some were forced into prostitution, and were raised by nannies since childhood. They were proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, singing and dancing. When they grow up, they are either sold to rich families as concubines or used in the sex trade, so they are called city prostitutes.

The four poor men clapped their hands and laughed, "Lucky, lucky!" They pushed Wu Song into the building, and the two girls came down to greet them and drove the four poor men out. The playful girl smiled and said, "Sir, I will help you change your clothes." Without saying anything, she took off Wu Song's wet clothes, revealing his strong muscles.

The girl's eyes lit up and she smiled, "What a real man." She gently stroked the tiger pattern on his back, which made Wu Song feel numb. He chuckled and said, "This tattoo is so vivid and lifelike. Which master did it?"

The other shy girl blushed and brought a Confucian shirt, but she didn't dare to help Wu Song put it on. The girl teased, "Sister Yulian is shy. Could it be that you like this gentleman? Do you want me to talk to Nanny Qin and just redeem you and become a pair of mandarin ducks?"

"Jinlian, don't talk nonsense."

The girl lowered her head and reluctantly put on clothes for Wu Song. Her body almost collapsed.

Wu Song quickly straightened his clothes. To be honest, this was the first time he had the honor of letting a little girl change his clothes. He was really not used to it.

"Your name is Yulian? Your name is Jinlian?" Wu Song looked strange. He looked at the two girls carefully. They were only twelve or thirteen years old, just in the season of youth and loveliness.

The little girl spoke quickly, saying, "My sister's surname is Bai, and her name is Yulian. My surname is Pan, and my name is Jinlian. Great warrior, if you like my sister, you must redeem me too. The two of us will serve you and make you happy." Bai Yulian was anxious and pinched her secretly. The little girl was shocked and yelled, "You haven't become the first wife yet, and you're already bullying the concubine! No, I must be the first wife!"

Wu Song was speechless, and suddenly a sense of historical dislocation arose in his heart. Is this the Pan Jinlian who has been famous for thousands of years? He really couldn't connect this playful girl with that whore.

Pan Jinlian teased Bai Yulian for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "I've been talking for a while, but I still don't know my brother-in-law's surname and name!"

Wu Song was silent for a while, and said with a chuckle: "Two young ladies, do you recognize the great official Ximen? I am Ximen Qing from Yanggu County. I have hundreds of acres of fertile land at home, but I haven't married yet..."