Chapter 420: On the Shaoshi Mountain

Li Lin and his men were plotting loudly in the bamboo house, but the martial arts heroes at the foot of Taishi Mountain did not notice.

This was not because the martial arts people around them kept their distance deliberately because they were concerned about the reputation of Wuyazi Yazun.

For martial artists, spells also have a bonus on the cultivation of internal strength.

For martial artists who only know external skills, spells are the internal strength given by God.

It's just that because they all know spells, those with advanced internal skills are still more likely to cultivate deeper internal strength.

Therefore, the average level of internal strength cultivation in the entire martial arts world is far higher than in the past.

Not to mention the martial arts heroes who came here, they all have deep internal skills, and they are all sharp-eyed and well-developed.

The reason why they didn't hear everything in the bamboo house was because Li Lin added magic.

The entire bamboo house is not only equipped with the magic of traceless extension, the magic of the Knight Bus in the movie and novel world to stretch the entire space and actively avoid obstacles, but also some magic commonly used in the magic world to soundproof, moisture-proof, fire-proof, insect-proof, and drive away dark creatures in buildings.

The martial arts heroes who are considered half wizards also discovered other strange things about this bamboo house besides its ability to move automatically.

"It is worthy of being the carriage used by Lord Ya when traveling. I think it should be blessed with many kinds of spells."

"Such complex spell power has only been detected in the cities of Bianjing and various capitals. It's amazing."

"And the carriage of the Lord of Lingjiu Palace yesterday. Such a small carriage had more than a hundred people getting off."

"I think the dragon chariot of the current emperor is not as good as that carriage, but the materials used are more exquisite."

"Shut up, that person is coming."

"Leather carriage? How could it be——"

The carriages used by the current emperor to travel mainly include five carriages and a secondary carriage. The five carriages are jade carriage, gold carriage, elephant carriage, leather carriage, and wooden carriage.

Among them, the elephant carriage is used for traveling; the leather carriage is used for patrolling and military affairs.

The yellow carriage is driven by six horses (yellow horses with black mouths), and there are also forty people driving it.

It is a leather carriage.

The carriage that the emperor would ride only when he needed to lead an expedition.

Inside the carriage, the Emperor of Song turned the ring with a calm expression on his face.

Zhao Yi, the eldest son of Emperor Shenzong of Song who died early in history, survived by relying on the spell of rebirth from the ashes, and successfully ascended the throne to become the emperor.

Having experienced countless assassinations, he should have trained his heart to be extremely strong.

However, his heart at this moment was as turbulent as a storm.

With the spell of rebirth from the ashes, his cultivation of the royal health qigong was extremely profound, and all the movements outside were heard by him one by one.

As an emperor who relied on important ministers to have power, the ritual that separated him from officials and people was his biggest bottom line.

And now, this bottom line has been severely trampled.

The people (referring to the heroes) were not even willing to call him the official family affectionately, but referred to him as the emperor and that person.

Yazun, the master of Lingjiu Palace, these two names kept rising and falling in his heart, and the amplitude of turning the ring was also larger.

"Everyone." As Zhao Yi's closest attendant and eunuch, Tong Guan was keenly aware of the dissatisfaction of the king in his dress, "May I have it?"

"No need," the Song Emperor said calmly, "It's just an overstepping of the ritual. We can settle the score later. The most important thing now is..."

Even though the carriage was blessed with a soundproof spell, he still didn't finish his words for the sake of caution.

"I have arranged everything for Wu Zhiyuan and Li Wen." Tong Guan replied carefully.

"Very good." The Song Emperor stopped turning his ring, "If you want to blame someone, blame Xuanci for setting a bad precedent. Marrying a wife and having children, pursuing fame and fortune, can you still be called a monk?"

Wu Zhiyuan and Li Wen, the two did not have a resounding name in the world.

But their fathers were great figures in the Beggar Dynasty and the Buddhist Kingdom.

Wu Changfeng, one of the six elders of the Beggar Gang.

People call him [Ghost Head Sword].

The greatest unique skill is [Qi Men San Cai Dao], and he uses a ghost-head knife. The basic spell is the cutting spell, which is the most common and suitable spell for ghost-head knives among swordsmen.

He once defended Yingchou Gorge alone and resisted the masters of Xixia's "Yipintang", preventing their conspiracy to assassinate Yang Jiajiang from succeeding, and was awarded the "Gold Medal of Merit" by Marshal Yang.

Xuan Nan, the head of Shaolin Temple's Damoyuan.

He and Shaolin Temple's abbot Xuan Ci were taught by the same master.

His famous skill is [The Universe in the Sleeves], when the sleeves are raised, the fist power is emitted from the bottom of the sleeves.

His basic spell is the swamp spell.

When the force is applied to the ground, the ground will become a swamp that traps people.

When the force is applied to the air and the sleeves, it is the [Universe Bag] that is said to be able to overcome everything in the world.

Wu Zhiyuan and Li Wen are their most beloved and valued sons.

Although they also practiced martial arts, they were trained to learn literature from a young age and enter the officialdom.

This shows how much they are valued.

But this gave the Song Emperor an opportunity to do something bad.

These two important figures in the Qi Dynasty and the Buddhist Kingdom will clash because of this.

And this is only a partial microcosm of the Song Emperor's plan. There are countless Wu Zhiyuan and Li Wen who were designed by him and had a never-ending conflict.

It was about noon.

The heroes had already arrived at the Shaoshi Mountain.

"I greet the emperor." Xuanci performed a Buddhist salute.

Amid the sound of the ceremonial guard, the Song Emperor walked down the carriage, "Abbot Xuanci, there is no need to be polite."

Although he said this, he did not step forward to interrupt the etiquette of Xuanci and the monks.

He enjoyed the feeling of being respected, especially being valued by the Lord of the Buddhist Kingdom.

Suddenly, the smile on his face froze.

Amid the sound of drums and stringed instruments, the sound of horses galloping suddenly came from the mountainside.

The sound of horses' hooves became louder and louder. Soon, four large yellow market flags rose from the edge of the cliff. Four horses rushed up the mountain, and the riders each held a flag in their hands, waving in the wind. On each of the four yellow flags were written five big black characters: "Beggars' Gang Leader Qiao"

The four horses stopped at the edge of the cliff, and the riders turned over and dismounted,

and inserted the four yellow flags in the brightest part of the cliff. The four men were all dressed in Beggars' Gang attire, carrying cloth bags on their backs, holding the flagpoles in their hands, and said nothing.

Heroes from Heshuo, Jiangnan, Sichuan, Shaanxi, Huguang and other places shouted excitedly, "Beggars' Gang Leader Qiao Feng is here."

As soon as the yellow flags were raised, hundreds of horses galloped up the mountain. The first riders were more than a hundred six-bag disciples, followed by thirty or forty seven-bag disciples, and more than ten eight-bag disciples.

After a while, it was four elders carrying nine bags on their backs. They turned over and dismounted silently, and lined up on both sides.

Qiao Feng was wearing a gray old cloth robe, which was slightly tattered, and he rode an ordinary blue horse.

But since he appeared, he has become the center of the crowd.

Even the current emperor cannot take him away.

The Song Emperor turned the ring, but the smile on his face was extremely sincere, "Brother Qiao."

Without his order, the surrounding guards stood on both sides, leaving a passage for Qiao Feng.

"The Song Emperor really trusts Qiao Feng." In the crowd, on a carriage with a soundproof spell, watching the Song Emperor and Qiao Feng hug, Murong Fu tried to hide the jealousy on his face, "It's a pity that we can't do it now."

"If Qiao Feng also wants to kill the Song Emperor." A bald man stroked his smooth head like a bright moon.

Judging from the gorgeous clothes he wore and his position, his status is still higher than Murong Fu.

This person is Tang Mu.

"No, no, Pavilion Master Tang," Bao Bu Tong said steadily, "If Qiao Feng wanted to kill Emperor Song, he wouldn't have to wait until today. The world would have belonged to Qiao Feng a long time ago."

Tang Mu's eyes flashed with cold light, "Oh, do you think Qiao Feng is more qualified than me, than me who has the killing curse?"

"Brother Bao San is drunk." Murong Fu made excuses for him skillfully, "When he thought that Emperor Song was going to die and our great cause was about to be accomplished, he couldn't help but feel happy and wanted to drink. I didn't persuade him last night."

"No--" Bao Bu Tong was about to speak when Feng Bo'e pressed the mute point.

"I'm very sorry." Murong Fu said, "He wanted to say that. But Pavilion Master Tang, you also know that he always likes to talk nonsense, so don't let him say the rest."

Tang Mu snorted coldly, "Just don't make any mistakes. Don't forget, it's you who is responsible for stopping Qiao Feng."

"If it weren't for my terrifying internal strength and my breath being easily detected, I would definitely fight with Qiao Feng again to see who is the best in the world today."

Relying on cooperation with Murong Fu, he made up for his shortcomings in body movement, lightness and internal strength with the martial arts secrets in the Shishui Pavilion, and he became more dangerous.

At the same time, his inner confidence became more abundant.

"Of course it's you, Pavilion Master Tang." Murong Fu flattered.

"My cousin is in that direction." In the bamboo house, Wang Yuyan used all her strength to activate the pointing spell.

In the process of materializing the [Staff of Time] through Li Lin, after peeping into the original direction of fate, her pointing spell underwent a further qualitative change.

The direction of the Bei Ming Divine Art she practiced in the meridians also produced more subtle changes with her personal physique.

It was as if this martial art was created to fit her.

So, even though the carriage where Murong Fu was located had multiple spells to conceal his breath, Wang Yuyan still accurately found the direction of her cousin.

"Do you need me to do it?" Even in the bamboo house, Wuyazi still maintained the appearance of a crow.

But it was not because he was used to the crow body, but because the opposite side of the cliff where the bamboo house was located was the location where the Lingjiu Palace was entrenched.

He didn't want the eldest sister to recognize him.

"I suggest not." Li Lin interrupted.

At present, his senses spread all over the Shaoshi Mountain. Except for the place where the five grains were recycled, he captured the movements in the remaining areas one by one.

This also included the plans of Murong Fu and Xiao Yuanshan.

"I suggest that we wait until his pride is completely crushed before we take action."

"If Murong Bo doesn't show up, even if we don't take action, Murong Fu will only face death."

"By the way, do you know what Murong Bo's fundamental spell is?"

Li Lin didn't know that Murong Bo was dead, and Xiao Yuanshan didn't mention this in his conversation with his men.

So, considering that there was no trace of Murong Bo in the entire Shaoshi Mountain, he speculated that Murong Bo might have mastered some long-distance space transfer spell - the door key, or the phantom shift.

Wuyazi thought for a moment, "He is Yuyan's uncle. I have observed him. His fundamental spell is the silent and breathless spell, which is in line with his nature, because he has always liked to steal things, and most of the martial arts secrets in the Shishui Pavilion come from my collection (referring to the Langhuan Blessed Land)."

At the end, his tone was a little contemptuous, as if he had forgotten that the sources of those in his collection were not glorious either.

"But aren't those of yours, Lord Ya, also..." Huang Rong said with a smile, her eyes narrowed into slits, and with her baby fat, she looked like a chubby little fox.

"How can this be generalized?" Wuyazi's black feathers flew up, "This is my hobby, how can it be considered stealing for a scholar?"

Then came the words like 'the Murong family has wolfish ambitions' and 'they are despicable'.

"The martial arts conference has begun." Huang Rong stopped when she saw the good, and reminded.

A bamboo arena was built in an open space.

The arena is a hundred feet high. If a monk had not cast a strengthening spell, the material structure alone would not have been able to take shape.

Therefore, the heroes on the mountain are also walking higher. Their keen senses can see far enough, but if they don't climb higher, they won't be able to see the wonderful battle.

Hoo ho ho!

Just hearing the sound of wind, a gray figure flew out from the crowd. Without any help in mid-air, he returned his breath and flew directly into the sky. He turned his waist gracefully in the clouds and landed on the ring.

The heroes said: "The crane in the clouds!"

Wang Yuyan was in a daze. In the original direction of fate, Yun Zhonghe was one of the four evil people, nicknamed "Extremely Evil". He was extremely lustful, had extremely high light skills, and passed away like a puff of smoke, flying like a ghost.

But his lustful characteristics are far greater than his Qinggong, and he would even risk his life for lust.

She once committed suicide by jumping off a cliff, but it was Yun Zhonghe who risked his life to save her with his Qinggong, which is considered to be the best in the world, because of his lust.

Now, Yun Zhonghe may still be lecherous, but without Duan Yanqing and Ye Erniang teaming up with him, he has no bad reputation.

Because the fundamental spell is the flying spell, he even has the title of [Crane Immortal].

"Lord, I'm on board!"

On the top of the hill occupied by the Vulture Palace, something seemed to rumble down.

The heroes took a closer look and saw that Force was a bald, strong man wearing a turtle shell and wearing short clothes.

"Sang Tugong?" Wang Yuyan recognized this face. Sang Tugong, the master of Biphosphorus Cave in Western Sichuan, one of the seventy-two caves.

But Sang Tugong was obviously a short man, good at earth-moving techniques, and used the machine gun on his shoulder to shoot out countless poisonous hidden weapons as thin as cow hair to hurt people.

"He is indeed from the Sangtugong sect in western Sichuan," Wu Yazi said, "but he did not inherit the name of Sangtugong because the spell was a shield spell. He practiced the Henglian technique instead and later discovered the power of the spell. Not only can it be blessed on the human body, it also creates a thick turtle shell.”

"Coupled with the fact that this turtle shell dominates the world, he also has the title of [Turtle Immortal]."

"He does look like a turtle." Huang Rong couldn't help but laugh out loud as she watched [Turtle Immortal] climb onto the ring in a funny and clumsy way.

Li Lin thought it was too outrageous.

Both Turtle Immortal and Crane Immortal appeared.

Could it be that there are Monkey King and Tianjin Fan?

The battle ended with the victory of the Crane Sento.

Turtle Immortal's turtle shell is indeed extremely hard, and he is even more invincible after retracting his whole body into the turtle shell.

But Crane Immortal can fly, and the arena is small.

In the end, Kame Immortal rolled down the ring, leaving a big hole in the ground but remaining intact.

A grown man lowered his head and muttered, "I have embarrassed the Lord, I have embarrassed the Lord."

Until a female voice with powerful inner strength came from the gorgeous palace-shaped carriage in the Vulture Palace, "That's enough, little turtle, you've done well enough."

Only then did Turtle Immortal stop.